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The Ballad Of Chico

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From the band that invented collaborating in isolation: Skyscape returns with three new tracks built around Dom's iPhone voice memo improvisations.
You will feel like you're in the room with the band... and yet, there never was such a room.

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released May 15, 2020

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Skyscape Brooklyn, New York

Skyscape was formed long ago by Jed Davis, Dom Maltempi and Rob Hill. Lots of people joined the band. Some quit; most were fired. Skyscape continues.

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Track Name: The Ballad Of Chico
When I was a guide for the brickworks in Pawling
There was a salad house open 24-7
Good morning
Bad mornings meet for a Bad Mornings Anonymous
You bring the dressing
And I'll bring the nakedness

There is a reason
You can get a Caesar to go
Drunker than Rome
When Nero ran the show
666
Hello, Nero

Three in the morning
Winos need breadsticks
A stoned retired teacher
Craves the wildflower hangover fix
Rotating lettuce in dark Boston skies
Some skip the fennel
Some want their mettle tested

When I was a bouncer
In Bellerose, just past Flossing
A spate of dental town names
That keep everyone guessing
I would eat bees that were dead for three days
Some people put their money
Where their mouths are their graves
And their mouths were their graves
Nothing interesting to say

Expertly mimic someone else's opinions
And wait for the phony debate
Debate
Is it
Is it a
Debate
Debate

I would accept wages
To eat half-dead things
Like some bored old god
Who thought He invented everything
Sea lion burping
Human adultery
Indestructible knives
That you could destroy if you
Blink the right way
If you blink the right way
All your phony agency
All your little dint whipped creeds

Fifty from Dina
One hundred from Sid
"The prettiest," Medina said
But its stinger already split
I would take money
To eat three-day-old dead bees
I need a new ending
Track Name: 2nd Date Fucker
Oh
She's a second-date fucker
Yeah, she's a second-date fucker
She's a second-date fucker
She's a second-date fucker
And I don't know what I am
I don't know what I am
But she's a second-date fucker
She says she's a second-date fucker

Speaks Polish, has cats

But on the first date
We're gonna go to the flea market
And look at some junk
And buy some stuff
And then go to brunch

"Brunch is amazing"
She said brunch was amazing

She's a second-date fucker
Yeah, she's a second-date fucker
She's a second-date fucker
She's a second-date fucker
And I don't know what I am
I don't know what I am
But she's a second-date fucker
She says she's a second-date fucker

Speaks Polish, has cats
Speaks Polish, has cats
I heard you, fucker

Lessons in love I will always remember
Track Name: Baby Slow
Slow baby slow baby slow baby slow baby slow

Half a wonder why you're saying "baby slow"
Put a little knee ahead
Ha ha, that's baby slow
All the crowded images and pointless drone
Struggle with an elbow
You're so baby baby slow owed

Slow baby slow baby slow baby slow baby slow

Need I say it, chummy
It's a sad no-no
Crawling on your tummy
That's all so baby slow
Occupy their message with an infantile stroke
Struggle with an elbow
You're so baby baby slow owed
Yes you are

Slow baby slow baby slow baby slow baby slow

Your ass is wrapped and stinking
On the six o'clock show
And your half-baked opinions never had a room at home
You shoo away reflections
On the ipecac throne
And you're slow
Baby slow
Baby baby slow slow

Slow baby slow baby slow baby slow baby slow