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The Helium Age

by Arms of Kismet

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1.
specks of dust floating in space flecks of rust that occupy a place grains of sand upon the beach pains and plans a beating heart in each with the blanket on the ground where nothing new could grow we made angels in the snow shards of glass upon the street hard overpass beneath their tiny feet
2.
writing at the Broke Cafe imagining I had some cash sipping gin & tonics and eating bangers & mash bouncer bounced right up to me as if he had something to say ‘who do you think you are?’ I said, ‘Ernest Hemingway’ it’s a world without care a bus that charges no fare so I grabbed a taxicab and ditched it at the Square Kenmore a guy was sitting on a stool checking IDs at the door he flipped out a flashlight and as I turned my back he said, ‘this ain’t your picture, Mr. Kerouac’ then I was pulling a rickshaw down the median of Mass Ave and it looked suspicious, boy it’s not something I would normally have a cop pulled me over and said, ‘when you turn, you blink’ I said, ‘I’m the Dalai Lama and I get free drinks’ get control of the bus don’t worry, girl it’s a careless world
3.
je suis un artiste vous êtes un objet d’art holding hands on the boardwalk funnel cakes from a cart I shotgun a beer I want to dive off the pier at the carnival I am mischievous my complaints are few ‘cause Coney Island looks a lot like you I tremble and twitch I want to jump off the bridge at the carnival by the sea in the haunted mansion live the ghosts of Luna Park the calliope fills the dark playing ‘That Old Gang of Mine’ I can hear that lonesome part in this dead amusement park I can’t forget that old quartet I’m gonna jump off the bridge the furious Cyclone braves another day so the thrill of living never goes away and I’m dreaming of a lost, idyllic sway on the Ferris wheel out by the bay idling in my father’s car at some decaying dead end and I’m lost in time again it’s eerily familiar, like a place I’ve always been with my friends I can’t forget
4.
Greyhound 03:17
I took the Greyhound bus to our hometown Main Street was boarded up and broken down our old friends were hiding in their homes from the truck that comes on Sundays to collect their bones I found that oak tree in the park our initials carved upon the bark I took the Greyhound just to get a look and saw the dawn patrol of the Sunday truck the lots of sand and dirt were overgrown by the vines of faded glories covering their bones I found that oak tree in the park our initials wrapped inside a heart I found that oak tree in the park our initials carved upon the bark I saw that oak tree in the dark our initials wrapped inside a heart I took the overnight Greyhound fleet of foot across the ground I rode the overnight Greyhound on the road to our hometown
5.
Belly Up 04:11
in your survival you astound living unforgiven in a casket in the ground and I’m considering that I might take my leave at the risk of offending the bereaved in your insouciance you impress swaying and sashaying in a long, black funeral dress and I’m considering an act you can’t police at the risk of awaking the deceased sad songs play on the lost airwaves static in your gloom belly up to the bar there’s room in your redemption you regale scornful mourners with phantasmagorical tales and I’m considering escaping to the coast at the risk of insulting my good hosts sad songs play on the lost highways static in your tomb belly up to the barmaid there’s room
6.
The Condor 04:34
I am the condor over canyons and peaks bird’s eye on the dead and dying and their hide and seek I am the scavenger with a taste for you wild jungle on a winged ride late supper on the mountainside I am the writer of your chapter and verse reveries on a cold dark flight and a fate far worse I am the painter of a picture of you bright colors in a blessed book high flying on the overlook hey I was lost and hungry soaring over the fields flew into a long tirade I can’t change the way I’m made when I caught the currents you never let me down saw you standing there all aglow before you came unglued when I spied your footprints and your forked tongue saw you standing there, soul amiss at the edge of the abyss I am the condor
7.
lying out on the grass waiting in the shadows for the train to pass nodding out in the glow forgetting everything we used to know shine to fade in the dusk ride the rails and the rust dying out in the dark forgetting everything but the spark fade to black in the dusk ride the rails and the rust you said love is lunacy and passion for a paramour is fleeting fantasy même si nous vivons pour l’amour take these words and lay them on the tracks you said love is fallacy and not the answer anymore a sweet apostasy même si nous vivons pour l’amour take these words and nail them to the tracks
8.
Forever 04:06
I see the clock on the wall suspended in time and unaware I’ve got these tix at will-call and as I rise up the stairs to the balcony I taste the rarefied air forever is a long, long time I’m down this big rabbit hole and I don’t know where it goes so I'm following what my compass shows it’s relative, I know and it does not help to think and so I’m wandering I can’t wait forever forever is a long, long time forever is a long, long time and they say that heaven it has a line forever is a long, long time forever is a long, long time forever leaves you stone cold blind if you dream of heaven then get in line what else can you do now forever is a long, long time
9.
Zelda, it was hell in the spring but I’d have done anything to save you Zelda, won’t you tell me something something new Zelda, we were lost in a dream and we’d have done anything to stop time Zelda, won’t you tell me something something true and I don’t mean to be unkind it’s just the empire of my mind hearing Daisy Buchanan in her hat and her coat talking, ‘F. Scott and everything he wrote’ Zelda, we attained all those dreams but we lost everything to hard time Zelda, won’t you give me something something back hearing Daisy Buchanan in her silk velvet coat talking, ‘F. Scott and everything he wrote’ father of Roth and Mailer and Pynchon F. Scott Fitzgerald and the horse he rode in on the pursued and the pursuing the busy and the tired
10.
S.O.S. 05:11
cast off your old complaints pick up your brush and paint you are a vessel of the helium rising on a float through open sky you are an element adrift on the current born to rise and fly it’s the same old story and it’s getting old it’s the same old story and it’s dying to be told and discard your dread and fright pick up your pen and write you are a cipher with a meteor’s message on a flight through hollow space you are an acrobat on gravity’s rainbow weightless in this place it’s the same old story and it’s getting old it’s the same old story and look at them they’re dying to be told and don’t give up and don’t give in don’t give up and then don’t do it again hey we’ll find a way breathe in this moment before it’s history written in your heartbeat how bad can it be?

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Produced at The Crow’s Nest in Winchester, Virginia.

Performed by Arms of Kismet and...

Janna Audey: backing vocals on “Greyhound” and “S.O.S.”

Kowtow Popof: backing vocals on “Carnival by the Sea” and supplemental arrangement on “The Condor”

Grahame Davies: lead guitar, piano, Wurlitzer, and backing vocals on “F. Scott and Everything He Wrote”

Eamon Loftus: lead and chorus guitars on “Carnival by the Sea”

Janna’s parts recorded by Marco Delmar at Recording Arts in Arlington, Virginia, Kowtow’s at the Fleapit in Rockville, Maryland, and Grahame’s at 60 Cycle Hum in Arlington, Virginia.

Words and music by Mark Doyon (ASCAP), except “F. Scott and Everything He Wrote,” words and music by Mark Doyon and Grahame Davies. All songs published by WMM Songs (ASCAP).

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released September 30, 2016

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Arms of Kismet Winchester, Virginia

Brooding and poppy, funny and foreboding, it’s toe-tapping, tragicomic rock ’n’ roll.

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