Treadmill Trackstar
One of
the more obscure bands I listen to, and also one of my favorite bands.
It is not often that I like a band enough that I will actually make a page
about them, but this one is different. It is a rock band, with a
cello in it. And no, it still sounds like rock.
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Record Company: Atlantic
CD's: Treadmill Trackstar (don't own, must get, somehow), Only This
Why I like: Good lyrics, good melodies, original, use cello, great poetry.
I know what you ask.
Why poetry? Well my friends, the answer to this is simple.
Instead of telling you what the lyrics are they simply decided to put unrelated
poems written by Angelo Gianni in their place. I will copy two of
them here, they are copyright of Angelo Gianni, and I do not have his permission.
I will remove them is requested to do so by him, the band, the record company,
or some lawyer affiliated with one of the former. Don't be pissed,
I'm making no money off of this. The first one is my fave, the second
one is the one that goes with the first song.
leveled
We live on opposite sides
of the sea.
You scratched a note on a
leaf
and dropped it in a green
bottle
and tossed it in the water.
You watched it float away
and opened a book.
I sit on a bamboo lounge
sipping an umbrella drink
waiting..
checking my watch out of
boredom.
I see the bottle bobbing
in the horizon
and take a nap for the hour
it will take
to reach the beach.
I wake and rub my eyes and
walk slowly to the edge of the water to pick up you message.
I lean back in my bamboo
lounge,
matching up the stripes on
my back.
I open the bottle and look
at the leaf.
As always, the symbols you
scratched
don't make sense to me.
I can't understand a thing,
we don't speak the same language.
I head into the jungle to
find a large,
waxy leaf to answer you note.
It's not important that we
understand each other.
What's important is that
we keep communicating
for the sake of acknowledgment,
to acknowledge our misunderstanding
and differences.
Time goes by and there are
infinite leaves...
you never know what could
come of it.
velveteen
I saw you walking
quickly from a waterfront
bar.
I followed you and you slowed.
sensing my abuse
I whispered to you that there
was a secret map
tattooed on my back,
that with it I could lead
you
to something good.
I told you that it,
and everything else would
be yours.
You yanked off my shirt and
turned me around
and true to my word, the
map was there.
I felt you fingernails,
frayed from biting in anticipation
of meeting
you perfect match,
they traced the twisted paths.
You pressed your fingers
to your lips
and gently touched the black
pirate X,
our destination.
We set off.
As we travel I fill you with
promise and glow.
I tell you fantastic stories
about the place that we are going.
I lead us closer and closer
to what I swore would be good,
I lead us deeper and deeper
into what I want
I lead you away from yourself.
But still you follow you
and ask me to tell you again.
I do, and you have no reason
not to believe me
and by the tim I get you
to my black X,
you will find yourself to
deep,
too lost,
too far away.
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