Tomorrow's Just Fiction

by Dr. Something

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Recorded in an apartment and a garage in Portland, OR the winter and spring of 2015.

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released May 26, 2015

Written, performed, recorded and mixed by Alison Dennis, except for drums, performed by Mike Chastain and recorded by Mike Chastain and Alison Dennis.

Mastered by Adam Gonsalves at Telegraph Mastering

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Dr. Something Portland

Dr. Something, a.k.a. Alison Dennis, is a singer-songwriter based in Portland, OR. Former projects include Dr. Something & the Pipin’ Hot Love Engines, and Coney Island Cartel. She currently plays keyboards in the band All I Feel Is Yes and has performed ad hoc clarinet and/or piano with Y La Bamba, Spirit Duplicator (née Celesteville), Pokey Twig, Audie Darling, Leonard Mynx, and Cozmo Jethro. ... more

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Track Name: Imperfect Skull
I am the owner of an imperfect skull
That floats where it never should go
The mandible flees as it pleases no-body at all
That reckless flight skews the bite, precipitates a fall

Aah ah ah ah… (etc.)

Please, can you hide deep in my joints,
And lie dormant till I’m older
This is not what I’d foreseen,
You creep in and take over without fair warning
Eyes, can you shed some of your fuzz,
Let the huge sky infiltrate,
Counteract stern gravity,
Even if it’s just fleeting,
Just momentary?

I must feel every error in my bones
Owner of an imperfect skull
I must feel every error in my bones
Owner of an imperfect skull
I must feel every error in my bones
Owner of an, owner of an Imperfect skull
I must feel every error as my misguided condyles stray from home
Track Name: Schrödinger's Quarantined
There are days when no one comes out to play
There are seasons tainted and still
There is silence no ear cannot notice
When our friends are hidden or gone
Shrewd abandon abandoning bodies
Behind closed doors to perish or heal
Can I see her, the one I held so dear?
Or must I find nothing at all
In that closed off room down the…

How did they slip away unseen? (3x)
Track Name: '91
The sky turned foul one night in a thunderclap devoid of rain
Particulates hovered above our town till the season turned again
The ensuing weeks brought a wheezing cough, welts of spattered red on our skin
Brief and vague accounts dotted the local page, but few details lay within

We languished in silent and hazy fear; panic faded into unease
When a week or two, and then a month or two, dulled persistent memories
Still I wake at night, in a worried state, though there is no thunderous sound,
Just the nagging twitch of basic nerves, unrest under the skin
Track Name: Foster Nitez
Woke up at Lents Transit Center on the number fourteen
In a whiskey-soaked gorilla suit
Driver said, “you’ve had your time, now it’s the end of the line
It's time for me to give you the boot.”
The harsh light of day, dampened by clouds & the rain
Couldn’t nullify last night’s excess/success
The pounding beat in my head matches my feet as they tread
Down that dirty street that made this mess
Gotta blame it...

On those Foster Nitez
Drinks at bingers’ price
Dodging 4x4s and biker fights
To get a heavy dose of life's delights,
Because tomorrow's just fiction
Until I can see the sun rise!

Woke up in some strange bed with dynamite in my head
In the sovereign state of regret,
My card at the bar and my pants on the floor,
Smelling like Oly and cigarettes
Got dressed in a flash & made a stealthy dash
From the room and down the creaky stairs,
Tip-toed to the door past drunken roommates galore
And embraced that cool, wet morning air

Oooh those Foster Nitez
Makin’ out under TV screen light
Down by the carpet warehouse blight
Self-destruction never felt so right,
Because the crushing grind of life’s on hold
Till we see the sun rise!

On those Foster Nitez
Drinks at bingers’ price
Dodging 4x4s and biker fights
To get a heavy dose of life's delights,
Because tomorrow's just fiction
Until I can see the sun rise!