Hello Beams

by The Other Planets

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Hello Beams is the fourth studio album from New Orleans' own The Other Planets. Recorded at Piety Street Recording Studios in New Orleans, and produced by Mark Bingham, "Hello Beams" features lush arranging, three-part harmonies, and poignant, hilarious, eccentric songwriting.

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released May 1, 2010

The Other Planets are:

Anthony Cuccia: Vocals, Percussion, Organ, Synthesizer, Electric Piano, Composition.
Dr. Jimbo Walsh: Vocals, Electric and Acoustic Guitar, Composition, Arranging.
Kelly Carlyle: Vocals, Bass.
David Hymen: Electric Guitar solos.
Charlie Kohlmeyer: Drums
Tim McFatter: Organ, Electric Piano, Tenor, Alto, and Soprano Saxophones.
Rex Gregory: Tenor, Alto, and Soprano Saxophones, Clarinet, and Bass Clarinet.

Tracks:

1. High Beams
2. Slaphappathy
3. The Date
4. Santa Clause
5. Discrete Manipulations
6. Strawman
7. Meds
8. Psychopaths
9. Johnny Guitar
10. Downstream
11. The Docks
12. Troubled By The Times
13. Waltz Mart

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Track Name: High Beams
Walkin up the block, I got me a broken master lock.
I love to clock time when all my fingers feel fine.
I'm flocking to fry- flip floating upwards inside.
I got a billion dollar stye on my ten dollar eye.

High Beams! High Beams! High Beams!

Once in the pale moon hours,
I ate azalea flowers...
Its just another ordinary thing.
What happens because of us
May not be so obvious
Its just another ordinary thing.

High Beams! High Beams! High Beams!

High Beams High High Hello Hello Beams!

High Beams, Beams, Beams, Hello, Hello Beams, etc...
Track Name: Slaphappathy
I don't even care that I don't know what I'm doin:
The future is a mystery they told me I could ruin.
Say somebody's name and then you place a little blame:
Its just a lonely little game until the results are the same.
But every single day,
Its coming my way.
I seen it floating by,
You seen me getting high.
Sitting playing games so we can fight about the rules and pass away the day.
I couldn't really see because my eyes were in a dream and now I'm falling away.
I couldn't really see because my eyes were in a dream and now I'm falling away.
Sitting playing games so we can fight about the rules and pass away the day.
Come with me.
There's nothing left to see.
There's no good company.
There's no anything.
Slapahappathy.
Sitting in broken glass: Ploy to make me save your ass.
Well, here's a little tip for you:
There's no affecting what I do.
Sitting in broken glass...
Sitting in broken glass...
Sitting in broken glass...
Track Name: The Date
I wish I knew on down which road to go...
About a month ago I did but now I really, really don't.
She told me that poetry was masturbatory...
But poetry is how men, you see
Gain their glory in this world.
Tell the story about the girl.
Who wouldn't believe half the shit that you later wrote down.
And now I've got to climb this rope in record time.
And I've got to find some brand new words to mime.
Telling them daytime stories to the night.
For weeks at a time until my words began to rhyme,
And then they turned into this hymn.
And now the page won't turn...
Either cause'a the wind,
Or the pounding of my fist.
I seen you cryin'.

Jealousy can damage your brain.
And its the worst kind to try and reverse.
And if its all just fine go head and put a bullet in your mind.
Go on and do it if you say you're gonna do it.
Go find some strangers on the street and show em' a really bad time.
Day into night into night is today.
Tellin them daytime stories to the night.
Daytime... Nighttime.
For weeks at a time until my words began to rhyme.
And then they turned into this hymn.
And now the page won't turn,
Either cause'a the wind... or the pounding of my fist.

I seen you in the quarter
With Son of Sam's daughter.
You're steady breathin' fire on my funeral pyre.
Hangin' in the corner spot
For what Little Jack Horner's got.
That same fuckin' creep thats fucking Little Bo Peep.
Just ask that fake Mother Goose Bitch
Down on Poland Avenue- she's rich.
I said, "Is it still rainin'?"
She said, "No I stopped sellin' cocaine."
And decided to retire to Dauphine and Desire.
But upon further reflection, thats the wrong intersection.
Traipse and I trifle, Striped Sock Unicorn on a Unicycle.
I seen you in the quarter
With Son of Sam's daughter.
You're steady breathin' fire on my funeral pyre.
I seen you in the quarter
With Son of Sam's daughter.

La La La La La La La La La
Hey, that's great...
Can you tell me whats today's Date?
Track Name: Santa Clause
I been thinkin', You been drinkin'
Way too much of my wine.
Stealin' whiskey, actin' pissy.
Droppin calls on my dime.
I cannot count the debt unpaid.
The times I haven't gotten laid-
The mix where you controlled the fades.
Silent unspoken laws,
Your lips move but not your jaws,
I won't be your Santa Clause today.
Hard to fathom, five or seven
Times since I've had my way.
I've forgotten silk and cotton
Sheets I had to throw away.
The fires that were not put out,
The stains you left upon my couch,
The pillows where I had to shout.
The noise you make it gives me pause.
You've become one of my flaws,
I won't be your Santa Clause today.
Floating in Space,
Finding my place,
Dreaming of life
Without you...
I cannot count the debt unpaid
The times I haven't gotten laid.
The mix where you controlled the fades.
Silent unspoken laws,
Your lips move but not your jaws,
I won't be your Santa Clause today.
No Santa Clause no way.
Track Name: Discrete Manipulations
Shortly after being removed from the practice ACT exam
for discreetly manipulating the chemical substance of the holy water, I went to my local mall and purchased a personalized, air-brushed t-shirt commemorating the death and resurrection of Sylvester Stewart.
An air-brushed t-shirt commemorating the death and resurrection of Sylvester Stewart.
The death and resurrection of Sylvester Stewart.
And Frankie Howard saw it all go down...
This must be my lucky day.
An air-brushed t-shirt commemorating the death and resurrection of Sylvester Stewart.
The death and resurrection of Sylvester Stewart.
And Frankie Howard saw it all go down...
This must be my lucky day.
This must be my lucky day.
This must be my lucky day.
This must be my lucky day...
Track Name: Strawman
They're constructing a Strawman and chopping him down.
And they're striking a match for the pile on the ground.
The henchmen are planning:
Its right where you're standing.
They're constructing a Strawman with structural flaws and they're chopping him down:
To flesh and blood we are bound.
New Morning, Wake Up
Still the same day. Its a set up.
Created for us by someone we'll never know.
The mystery is waiting...
We're sure to think the wrong thing.
One day we'll take back our lives, you and I.
Because every day is yesterday.
And tomorrow's the same way.
Every day is yesterday and Tomorrow's the same way.
New Morning, Get up.
Still the same day, won't you please shut up?
They're laughing at you.
You don't know what to do.
They're laughing at you.
You don't know what to do.
They're laughing at me.
I can finally see.
When they point the finger, there's no use to argue.
They're constructing a Strawman with structural flaws and they're chopping him down:
To flesh and blood we are bound.
Flesh and blood we are bound.
Flesh and blood we are bound.
Chopping him down,
To flesh and blood we are bound.
Because every day is yesterday.
And tomorrow's the same way.
Every day is yesterday and Tomorrow's the same way.
Track Name: Meds
Thank you for reminding me to take my meds because you see...
I can't be relied upon to remember not to spawn.
Must not procreate.
Genetic material's not great.
Wouldn't want there to be another sorry motherfucker just like me and you.
Thank you for guiding me to psychotherapy because you see...
There's a big cloud up in the big, big sky.
Memento Mori train stuck in my right eye.
I can't be relied upon to remember not to spawn.
Must not procreate.
Genetic material's not great.
Wouldn't want there to be another sorry motherfucker just like me and you.
Motherfucker...
Motherfucker...
Motherfucker... etc.
Must not procreate.
Genetic material's not great.
Wouldn't want there to be another sorry motherfucker just like me and you.
Thank you for reminding me to take my meds because you see...
I can't be relied upon to remember not to spawn.
Must not procreate.
Genetic material's not great.
Wouldn't want there to be another sorry motherfucker just like me and you.
Track Name: Psychopaths
Arms outstretched, circle spanning all around.
My wing-span is my lonely little town.
I'm not getting any younger anyhow.
People getting younger are underneath the ground.
Safe and sound...
Down in my own little hole.
The only place in my control, or rather,
Lack thereof.
The only place where I found love, or rather jealousy...
The thing that I'm most sorry to be:
So very in secure.
The baseball bat behind the door-
Don't fuck around with me.
The thing that I'm most sorry to be.
The beer can crushed on the floor.
The coffee cups covered the score.
Lets cross paths and we'll both be psychopaths.
Lets have a laugh while I'm puking up the grass.
Lets have a look at this stupid fucking book.
Lets go to hell cause I don't feel swell anyway...
So march around town with you strange information.
Your broken, busted crown, and your false adulation.
Oh, what a time I had with all my cheap, misplaced frustration.
Its just another day in the police state inside my brain..
Where the floor needs sweeping.
People getting younger are underneath the ground.
Lets go to hell cause I don't feel swell.
Lets have a look at this stupid fucking book.
Lets cross paths and we'll both be psychopaths.
Safe and sound.
Down in my own little hole.
The only place in my control, or rather,
Lack thereof.
The only place where I found love, or rather jealousy...
The thing that I'm most sorry to be:
So very in secure.
The baseball bat behind the door-
Don't fuck around with me.
The thing that I'm most sorry to be.
The beer can crushed on the floor.
The coffee cups covered the score.
Track Name: Johnny Guitar
You stepped you weight
Down into the dust.
Rank and file we'll follow you soon.
Lights are so bright:
They shine into your heart.
Make you think you're really ok.
Johnny Guitar, you're just a movie.
You're not a star.
You're a big, black hole.
Ride on a car, not on a pony.
You're not saving anyone these days...
We had a choice.
We bought tickets to the show.
How were we to know you were so fake?
Sat in the dark-
Watching shadows on the cave.
Mirror balls and smoke at your grave.
Johnny Guitar, you're just a movie.
You're not a star.
You're a big, black hole.
Ride on a car, not on a pony.
You're not saving anyone these days...
Johnny Guitar...
Johnny Guitar...
Why don't you fly...
Away.
We sat in the dark watching shadows on the cave.
Laughing at the dust as you ride away.
Away...
Away...
Track Name: Downstream
I sit and watch the shit float by...
I set my tailgate on the fly...
Trying to decipher what the driftwood means.
I wonder how it feels.
It must be so unreal to watch your life go floating downstream...
I tie the knot and hold the line...
I taste the burn and feel divine.
Reach for a fleeting thread.
Chasing thoughts up in the sky.
The ancients on the beach
Are not within our reach.
They must be living their lives downstream.
Clouds bursting on the plains
Burning trees and melted grains
Exponential, sweet potential, only mental processes apply.
Clouds bursting on the plains
Burning trees and melted grains
Exponential, sweet potential, only mental processes apply.
Track Name: The Docks
Instrumental. Use your own mind.
Track Name: Troubled By The Times
Cause the times, they haven't changed in a while.
And the lies remain in the fire.
Like a fish, hooked and reelin' in.
I'm troubled by the times...
There are lies, and then there is you.
There is time, but nothing we can do.
We'll wait, silent for our fate...
I'm troubled by the times...
There's a key, and no one sees the door.
There's a heart, but very little more.
There's a light beckoning us all...
I'm troubled by the times...
Track Name: Waltz Mart
What would you you do if you stopped turning blue?
Has it been said to you stop turning red?
Was it good night when we saw you turn white?
Would it be mean if we said you were green?
Color a picture of something else.
Frame it and keep it to yourself next to the guy with no ears.
Next to the guy with no ears...
What will you do when it happens to you?
What will you say when you're going away?
Will you still need all the treasures you've earned?
Will you remember the wisdom you've learned?
Maybe we'll come back as something else.
Then we will meet and we'll remember that we are trying again.
Remembering this right now...
He's got no ears on his head...