Psychmonde

by A Love Electric

Released 04/29/2016
Ropeadope Sur Records
Released 04/29/2016
Ropeadope Sur Records
Psychmonde, in its collective approach, is a block party in one of the most happening “barrios” one could imagine, and we are all invited. 

W. John Medeski, Billy Martin, Arto Lindsay, Fer Ruvel, Alex Otaola, Loli Molina, Manuel Cafferena
  • 03:12
    Jungle Earth (feat Billy Martin and John Medeski)
  • Lyrics Telemasque
    She lost her life to the internet
    ba ba bow
    Docile, by it went
    Heavy metal makeup breasts
    Time to call your friends about it now
    She's living for the photograph
    Color up the bottled past
    Tele- masque
    You are weapon
    He tried but he barely wept
    It was thin but a good attempt
    He was radical in what he meant
    Time to tell my friends about it now
    Tele- masque
    You are weapon
    I remember before it went down
    Tele- masque
    You are weapon
  • Lyrics Im in love with the Both of You
    I
    -
    e
    - Owe - you the limbs of me
    A beat see me saw it shake my knee
    Its the pulse of the weekend
    He has the pulse of the weak
    He Owe Un wunderkind
    o p q ran the skin of you
    Lay your head inside of mine
    El men en ding shock alive
    Got you are naked to the tooth
    Now you naked to the tooth
    Got you naked to the tooth
    Got you naked
    And Im in love with the both of you
    Im in love with the both of you
    I make love with the both of you
    With the both of you too
    You are s tipping over my heart
    U v dubstep danger tongue
    Take my pulse and keep it
    Take my pulse and keep
    And Im in love with the both of you
    Im in love with the both of you
    I make love with the both of you
    With the both of you too
    Sight be cheap we are quite alike
  • Lyrics White Jesus
    In the veins of America
    Have I mistaken your love for trust?
    Have I mistaken your love?
    I tried to take care of you
    My skin is mad and my tongue is rough
    My past is mad and my heart
    ’s gone tough
    And put your body on the wooden limb
    They have conquered us men again
    The Spanish tongues and the metal sins
    And put your body on the wooden limb
    White Jesus
    Crossing up your foreheads
    We pay new life scarred in ash
    We pledge defeat before we are asked
    You hit us and we ask again
    Drawing signs on our beauty chests
    Reaching in our pockets to pay your weapon fist
    Put your body on the wooden limb
    Come out your homes and worship him
    The lights are false, the deeds are dim
    Put your body on the wooden limb
    White Jesus
  • Lyrics Be That Mule

    As the crow flies bleeding

    As the Earth goes its screaming

    I will take care of you

    Unless I must take care of me too

    I got to be that mule

     

    As your skin goes wrinkling

    As your eyes go blinking

    From space we must look alive

    The sight of the urn

    I got to be that mule

     

    As our lips speak weakly

    Of the attention we are needing

    As wonder weeps sleeping

    I can’t focus on this thing

     

     

     

    And Be that Mule that Mule

  • Lyrics Dust to Bone

    There is a summer in the bad midwest 

    Up where the photographs go 

    I go for motorbike wind face smile 

    I sing its take by sin 

    I met him sleeping on the lake of fire 

    I have no interest in your heart 

    I put my hands where the devil

    s mouth goes 

    I shook his toes and slept away 

    Im looking for the man 

    Im looking for the man 

    Don

    t be serious, I am dust to bone 

    I lied and lied and spoke in circles 

    I had nearly all you tricked 

    In the Spring when the snow went to rivers 

    I hid my tongue in the wild sin 

    Light my wires in a comic fire 

      its what you got to talk about   

    Apologize I am broke of fight 

    Tell a grown girl she cannot lie 

    Im looking for that man 

    Im looking for that man 

    I, am dust to bone 

    Apologize I am broke of fight you are mine, now he is mine

  • Lyrics Information Blue
    In the skin of the satellite
    Im thinking myself out of it
    Im thinking myself out of it
    Beneath the veins of the radios
    Im fascinated by the noose
    Im fascinated by the noose
    A click where my body was
    Open me up Ill crack a little
    Open me up I
    ll crack a little
    I would give you what you want to hear
    But I Cant tell whats real
    I can
    t tell whats real
    Information Blue
    Heavy but ya hollow
    Heavy but Im hollow
    I want to sell myself free
    my heart is gone digital
    my heart is going digital
    What the mighty market makes of me
    talk more than we
    re good for
    light more than you good for
    Your suns are few and sick
    Time is writing me up
    Time is writing me up
    You
    ll pick what you need of me
    And sick it up for them
    And sell it thick to them
    Confusing need again
    With whats left to feel
    With whats left to feel
    Information Blue
    All is heavy but hollow
    Your love is heavy but its hollow
  • Lyrics Odile
    Odile
    My mother
    s getting old
    Its hard to say but I know
    She
    s nervous all the time
    She
    s nervous in my mind
    I have turned into my Dad
    My jokes are getting bad
    God keeps me here in line
    God keeps me all my life
    Its turning like a clock
    The clouds are tied in knots
    this town is waiting for a beating
    Town is waiting for the beating
    The wind is picking up
    The Earth and other stuff
    Every ash that it can find
    Every ash that isnt mine
    Is this how you take us away?
    Odile, Odile
    Give Me back my home
    The windows shook in shock
    The boats left their docks
    The hurricane is on
    The hurricane is on
    The water piled in
    Washed us back where we begin
    Comes to tell me what we
    re not
    Comes to tell me what Im not
    Is this how you take us away?
    Odic, Odile, give me back my home
    Odile, Odile
    Give me back my home
  • Lyrics This Love
    This Love is Not Like Anyone
    s
    I had turned in to my father
    Fascinated by the noose
    He has turned into my mother
    Loves me when he don
    t need to, loves when he don
    t need
    You look hurt like any other
    Shut your tongue, sell or lose
    Time is slow falling like a feather
    Burn my heart to make it move
    This Love is Not Like Anyone
    s
    You were standing in the weather
    In September sweat
    I drove countries just to get there
    You never get if you expect
    Black shorts and the internet
    Chain from your pocket hang
    I led you to the end of it
    And you jumped without me saying
    This Love is Not Like Anyone
    s
  • Lyrics Bread and Circus

    South of the imaginary lines

    where the uniformed and ironed men and and women that look like boys and girls, skin on the face still soft, 

    wear their gloves and glasses

    bad men are winning the imaginary wars they’ve begun so they could win them

     

    Jhosivani put his feet to the ground he slept on this morning

    dark toes and light palms

    the merry go round Earth

    4 kilometers down the wild vein roads cut between

    the complete canvas greens where his cousins and father and Uncles cut and culled beauty

     

    to the bus and the sings, where there are, look cheap and weathered but the women are still pretty, he was wise enough to not love them

    The politicians are the heroes they will tell you, photos of feeding young Indian women and boys, places they would never go if not for the photograph

     

    Jhosivani has no numbers or cards in banks or machines, he exists because his heart does

    his mother still loves him with loud command on the baby city green ride to the schools that might take him somewhere someday

     

    After they cut them down,

     

     People paid attention for a while, they wrote and made videos and sold them

     But the wicked came with Bread and Circus

      Bread and Circus for the City

    pan y circo para el pueblo

     

    Today he is reading stories of revolutions and dignity, the wind blows the page corners through the bus windows

    He is adding numbers with his fingers while the taxis turn and the sun crawls from its sleep

     

    He’s the type of boy who looks straight to your eyes, but not through them

    He’ll give you a chance

     

    The government is letting the grass grow tall between school and town

    On streets named after people they surely would murder 

     

    Everybody know the president here is type of man who looks to your eyes but you know his heart is looking somewhere else, he came once after the boys were cut down, 

     

    The martyred men say they shot and burned Jhosivani’s friends, the boys he slept next to and one time, by the whistle trees, sang a song about Christmas

    He asks about justice and most of the women he wanted to love disappear

     

    murdered and martyred, he’s gone too

     

     

     When they shot them up

     People paid attention for a while

     Until the wicked came

     With Bread and Circus

      Bread and Circus for the City

     

     

    All Jhosivani asks, gone now, was for dignity before he grows up 

    Just that no one forgets dignity can exist

    He wants the blood you have be treated as no more precious than the blood that shoots around the veins of the boy on the city bus in Guerrero

     

    The president still flies in his own airplane to meet businessmen and women and drug dealers and the most powerful boys in the world. He takes vacations

     

     And when we worry

      People pay attention for a while

     Until the wicked come

     With Bread and Circus

     Bread and Circus for the City

     

  • Lyrics Barrio
    ou never too old to care babe
    Morning is a kick to spine
    That girl is a bleeding painting
    Of her fathers desperate mind
    Motorcycle martyr
    Cooking with the blood of Christ
    Christmas is being murdered
    And the music is getting tired
    A C G F#min
    White man, white man
    Hows it so hard to find a home
    White man, White man
    Cant you just love your own
    E C C#min(b5)
    Barrio Barrio
    E A G A
    Barrio Barrio
    You learn to laugh about it, you learn to laugh about it
    The metro shotgun engines
    Picture frame down the stairs
    The taxi girls are waiting
    We silent but are well aware
    Of the crooked steeple speeches
    Of the plastic pedal rose
    Daylight moon coughing
    I am magic and wrecked and old
    White man, white man
    Hows it so hard to find a home
    White man, White man
    Cant you just love your own
    Barrio Barrio
    Heaven makes no difference, heaven makes no difference
    Barrio Barrio
    You learn to laugh about it, you learn to laugh about it
    Doctor doctor do your dealing
    Dirty up a virgin mind
    Barrio Barrio Heaven is no different
  • Lyrics You Are Not Gone

    You are Not gone

    You are just Waiting

    Somewhere I cant see

  • Lyrics One Vicious Disco
    One Vicious Disco
    Is it within you, to know to care?
    In his feelings
    In the air
    Its beneath him to have to care
    Poison man
    Poison head
    face of enemy, we could be friends
    di doo doo de dii doo
    He carry heavy
    The weight he lives
    Don
    t break his bones, don
    t twist his legs
    He talks of yester
    He coughs in years
    Time lazy, the light appears
    He wakes up at nighttime
    Wakes up at night
    Crack a moon and
    One Vicious Disco, One Vicious disc
    1980
    Band of night
    Made the most of a cocaine life
    Underground
    3rd street down
    Comes Up to breath, used to own this town
    He wakes up its nighttime
    He wakes its night
    Passed by
    Empty fight
    Passed by
    Crack the moon and
    One Vicious Disco
NOTES
For their 2016 release, “Psychmonde” A Love Electric chose to keep the creative work in house, recording in the studio of drummer Hernan Hecht in Mexico City, Hecht producing and mixing, after previous ,NYC-tracked, records The Naked Beat (Danny Blume, producer) and Son of A Hero (Patrick Dillett, mix).

Psychmonde finds A Love Electric realizing what has thus far proved difficult, translating the energy and character of the band’s live show to record. For this, ALE turned to the community of musicians, some heroes to the band, some street performers, some Mexico City scene contemporaries, that has grown around the grown in its ambitious touring. Keyboard hero John Medeski joins on the majority of Psychmonde, playing B3 organ in his signature hook-heavy, dance -nducing rhythmic voice. Cult hero, Brazilian/NYC singer songwriter Arto Lindsay joins on the track “Barrio” for a wild attack percussive guitar part unmistakably his own. A young rap duo Clouser found performing on the streets of Jalapa, Veracruz, known as Metnal and Babi Sick, join on the proud self initiative anthem “Be That Mule”. 

Psychmonde, in its collective approach, is a block party in one of the most happening “barrios” one could imagine, and we are all invited. 

The first track shared off the record, “White Jesus”, finds songwriter Clouser equal parts intrigued by wit, social phenomena, and the age old inspiration of folk, blues and American song tradition, religion. “In the veins of America, have I mistaken your love for trust?” Clouser sings in a speak toned voice finding inspiration  somewhere between Waits, Bowie, Beefheart, Burroughs, and blues tradition. Shared as a story inquiring as to the color of the omnipresent Jesus in Mexican culture, “White Jesus” is a microcosm of the record “Psychmonde”, finding humor in the absurd as social critique, offering a perspective that is as illuminating as it is musically engaging. Groove, intent, and world class musicianship carrying the tracks to danceable territory.

More straight rock offerings like, “Love Not”, find the band taking rock into odd meter and biting guitar without losing musicality or support for the song as impetus. Hecht’s drumming scatters the record with aggressive dance feels, atypical fills, and a musicality that has A Love Electric sounding like the power trio Jazz Times likened to a new-new generation Cream. Other standout tracks are the just twisted enough to not be party songs “One Vicious Disco” and “Jungle Earth” and the first line dreamer “Telemasque”, which Clouser opens with, “she lost her life to the internet”.

Psychmonde is a record of a band in full celebration of its creative flight. Four nations, generations from 18 to 62 and musical genres all fall victim to music’s great power of transcending division. We are left with something unique as the band itself.

With an ambitious vision and unmatched work ethic, A Love Electric continues to create its legacy as a unique and inspiring voice in the international creative music conscience.

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