Multiinstrumentalist, songwriter, and vocalist influenced by ambient electronica, grunge, rock/pop, new wave, folk, and classical.
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During July and August of 2003 I did little else but sleep, work, and record (in that order, repeatedly) and here is the result.
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Blasticignorsticfahk [August 2003] (39:55) 1. Sign of Life (2:10) 2. Fake Dreamer (2:28) 3. Sleep Without Sugar (2:40) 4. Ennui (3:03) 5. Landfall (2:54) 6. Beautiful Girl (1:44) 7. The Idome (5:43) 8. Daffy's Legacy (2:39) 9. So Much For Up (0:32) 10. System Recovery (5:45) 11. Fuchsia Cloud (2:34) 12. What Comes After (7:43) |
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All music written, performed, and recorded by Cliff Hays. All drum beats, pianos, stringwork, and any other synthesized sounds played manually on a Yamaha PSR-270 keyboard. All pitchshifting and timewarping accomplished using Magix Music Studio 7.
Song Lyrics from the album Blasticignorsticfahk
Sign of Life
I won't beat around the bush.
I have to go cuz I'm running out of time.
I won't beat around the bush.
I have to know cuz I'm running out of patience.
You found me looking around
outside for a sign of life.
This side of me.
This side of life.
The side of me that I don't like.
From what I dislike I try to hide.
But this may be a sign of life.
Do I pretend to know everything?
Well I don't.
Do I pretend to see everyone?
Well I don't.
Will I pretend to be anyone?
No I won't...
...pretend to see everything.
...or pretend to be anything.
I won't beat around the bush.
I have to go cuz I'm running out of time.
I won't beat around the bush.
I have to know cuz I'm running out of patience.
You found me looking around
outside for a sign of life.
This side of me.
This side of life.
The side of me that I don't like.
From what I dislike I try to hide.
But this may be a sign of life.
Do I pretend to know everything?
Well I don't.
Do I pretend to see everyone?
Well I don't.
Will I pretend to be anyone?
No I won't...
...pretend to see everything.
...or pretend to be anything.
Fake Dreamer
It's not that hard to be everything you want to be.
And it's not that bad to fail.
It's not that hard to be everything you want to be.
And it's not that bad to fail.
Sleep Without Sugar
We're well beyond Sunday.
Come on and check us out.
Now once I was a little boy
who never went out.
To sleep without sugar
is always alright.
But once upon a little time,
the day became night.
And into never never land
went this poor soul.
Took forever to return again.
When she did she was old.
To sleep without sugar
is always alright.
Now once I was a little boy,
but day became night.
We're well beyond Sunday.
Come on and check us out.
Now once I was a little boy
who never went out.
To sleep without sugar
is always alright.
But once upon a little time,
the day became night.
And into never never land
went this poor soul.
Took forever to return again.
When she did she was old.
To sleep without sugar
is always alright.
Now once I was a little boy,
but day became night.
Beautiful Girl
I wanna be I wanna be the one today.
Would you like to dance?
I wanna be I wanna be the one
to dance with a beautiful girl.
I wanna be I wanna be the one today.
Would you like to dance?
I wanna be I wanna be the one
to dance with a beautiful girl.
The Idome
The Idóme, the insatiable demon of my existence. Otherwise known as sexual desire. The Idóme, a presence of greedy unrest. The inexorable fiend forever has and forever will haunt my every dream and my every awake. Each minute of every 86,400 minutes is spent at the end of a powerful leash...a leash in the hand of this desire. It turns my eyes and beats my heart. It feeds me lies and bloods a part. A fundamental end of life is to persist as life. An end that creates The Idóme, who enslaves me into a means. Enslavement achieved by an obliteration of logic and an illusion of love. Lust at first sight, then comes love-possible, then goes all logical. To see every new face and body without concern of what ticks behind the eyes...this is to be enslaved by The Idóme. Who wants what it has, never stops wanting what it is having; and thus, in reality, wants nothing at all...but is itself wanted? The Idóme. The end of life wants it and it does not want. The end of life has it and it has me. I don’t need what I think I need, but I continually feed the unfeedable. The undefeatable. I am always driven by this tool of life. How frustrating it is to be a means to an end that has no end! I write of this in hopes that I will find a way to enslave The Idóme. To be the master of my own desire is my dream. I have spoken many times of a 'switch' I wish I possessed so I could turn off The Idóme whenever I pleased. How much easier life would be if I didn’t have to try and constantly ignore this dagger of desire in my side! I am always bleeding from this wound & yet always tending to it with metaphysical bandages of focus and anti-distraction cream. The Idóme would tend to lead me to a love I do not want. A love based on physical attraction. This cloak of lust hides the true beauty I seek. Must a girl first pass through a physical attraction detector in order to be included in my conversation? The Idóme would say 'Yes, most definitely.' I disagree with It here. However, I am its slave...so I must succumb to its will or I will no longer be.
The Idóme, the insatiable demon of my existence. Otherwise known as sexual desire. The Idóme, a presence of greedy unrest. The inexorable fiend forever has and forever will haunt my every dream and my every awake. Each minute of every 86,400 minutes is spent at the end of a powerful leash...a leash in the hand of this desire. It turns my eyes and beats my heart. It feeds me lies and bloods a part. A fundamental end of life is to persist as life. An end that creates The Idóme, who enslaves me into a means. Enslavement achieved by an obliteration of logic and an illusion of love. Lust at first sight, then comes love-possible, then goes all logical. To see every new face and body without concern of what ticks behind the eyes...this is to be enslaved by The Idóme. Who wants what it has, never stops wanting what it is having; and thus, in reality, wants nothing at all...but is itself wanted? The Idóme. The end of life wants it and it does not want. The end of life has it and it has me. I don’t need what I think I need, but I continually feed the unfeedable. The undefeatable. I am always driven by this tool of life. How frustrating it is to be a means to an end that has no end! I write of this in hopes that I will find a way to enslave The Idóme. To be the master of my own desire is my dream. I have spoken many times of a 'switch' I wish I possessed so I could turn off The Idóme whenever I pleased. How much easier life would be if I didn’t have to try and constantly ignore this dagger of desire in my side! I am always bleeding from this wound & yet always tending to it with metaphysical bandages of focus and anti-distraction cream. The Idóme would tend to lead me to a love I do not want. A love based on physical attraction. This cloak of lust hides the true beauty I seek. Must a girl first pass through a physical attraction detector in order to be included in my conversation? The Idóme would say 'Yes, most definitely.' I disagree with It here. However, I am its slave...so I must succumb to its will or I will no longer be.
Daffy's Legacy
Parasites are everyone.
Big chunky charlie.
Come and meet me.
Light it up.
One last puff for a lost duck.
Past his time to fly.
Ahhhh! That's better. (2x)
Past his time to fly. (2x)
One last puff for a lost duck.
Ahhhh! That's better.
Parasites are everyone.
Big chunky charlie.
Come and meet me.
Light it up.
One last puff for a lost duck.
Past his time to fly.
Ahhhh! That's better. (2x)
Past his time to fly. (2x)
One last puff for a lost duck.
Ahhhh! That's better.
So Much For Up
Falling down. (4x)
Falling down. (4x)
System Recovery
Nothing else is wrong that I can see.
Nothing else about you bothers me.
Delaying further will just complicate everything. (3x)
Delaying further will just complicate everything we have.
Or we had.
We had. (2x)
Nothing else is wrong that I can see.
Nothing else about you bothers me.
Delaying further will just complicate everything. (3x)
Delaying further will just complicate everything we have.
Or we had.
We had. (2x)
Fuchsia Cloud
I can see signs of you in my eyes.
I don't know if I can realize
all of the things that I've come to find.
I can see signs of you in my eyes.
I don't know if I can realize
all of the things that I've come to find.
I can see signs of you in my eyes.
I don't know if I can realize
all of the things that I've come to find.
I can see signs of you in my eyes.
I don't know if I can realize
all of the things that I've come to find.
What Comes After
What comes after K?
Why, LMNOP, of course.
What comes after a gazelle?
Why, a cheetah, of course.
Whenever you're ready.
Hey, don't rush me.
I'll get to it in my own good time.
What comes after K?
Why, LMNOP, of course.
What comes after a gazelle?
Why, a cheetah, of course.
Whenever you're ready.
Hey, don't rush me.
I'll get to it in my own good time.