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    ‘A PERFECT STORM’ was written, recorded, performed, and produced by Jonathan Weiss

     

     

    with the help of…

     

    Intro

    Lady Newscaster – Amelia Harris

    Main Newscaster – Phil Wong

    Korean Newscaster – Clara Lee

    Tourist Girl #1 – Aimee Klingbeil

    Tourist Girl #2 – Diana Navarrete

    Jesus – Reshard El-Shair

    Woman Freaking Out About Jesus – Danya Eichhorn

     

    Sample: “Paradise” by The Ronettes from “The Best of the Ronettes”

     

    Laughing All The Way To The Bank

    Keyboard – Nico Osbourne

    Girl Singers – Aimee Klingbeil, Diana Navarrete, and introducing Thea Talento

    Guy Singer(s) – Alejandro Wagmeister

     

    Touch of the Marvelous

    Female Vocals – Selin Tural

    Flute – Tom Pires

    Upright Bass – Marion Parker

     

    Interlude 1

    Levatating Bro – Sam Sesek

    Friend #1 – Lindani Johnson

    Newscaster - Phil Wong

    Frontier Boys

    Fish Eyes

    Ocean Song written and sung by Anna Jackson

    Beat and Midi Instruments by Ian Iclisoy:

    (soundcloud.com/ian-iclisoy)

    Interlude 2

     

    Newscaster - Phil Wong

    New York Mom – Maya Sharma

    Drinking of the Wine

    Sample: “Drinking the Wine” sung by Waldo Dickason from “Virginia Traditions: Virginia Work Songs”

     

    Justice Peaks

    Violin – Sarah Harmsworth

     

    Whatever May Come

    Saxophone – Malachi Thomas

    Samples: “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry” and “I Just Don’t Like This Kind of Living” by Hank Williams from “40 Greatest Hits (Disc 1)”

     

    In the Land of the Blind

    Sample: “Metamorfose Ambulante” by Raul Seixas from the “City of God” Sountrack

    Interlude 3

    Obama – Lousis Wade

    Newscaster - Phil Wong

     

    On Coldwater, Approximately

    Upright Bass – Marion Parker

    Trumpet – Valerie Perczek

    Opera Singer – Francesca Shipsey

     

    Sensitive to my Aura

    Main Female lead – Tessa Stokes

    Ladies + Fellahs – Umoja Step Team of Oberlin College

    Sample: “Get Thy Bearings” by Donovan from “The Hurdy Gurdy Man

     

     

    Lyrics…

     

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    Perfect Storm Lyrics

     

    Laughing All The Way To The Bank

    I wanna be laughing all the way to the bank with you

    I wanna be laughing all the way to the bank with you

     

    So you’re all alone little girl and you’re feeling in need of a friend

    I’ve been to every corner of this world

    It’s a step up from Oblivion

    I know sometimes it can be hard to take

    But life can be a means to an end

    But you say you still want a taste

    Well here’s a sample of my personal blend

     

    I wanna be laughing all the way to the bank with you

    I wanna be laughing all the way to the bank with you

     

    Little sister, you seem kind of pissed that everything hasn’t gone as planned

    I hate to break it but I know that you can take it, girl

    A man is still just a man

    It isn’t wise to leave it all to fate

    How long a wait before you lift up your hand?

    But you say there’s still hot debate…

    Well let me tell you how that you’ll understand that

     

    I wanna be laughing all the way to the bank with you

    I wanna be laughing all the way to the bank with you

     

    Fisheyes

     

    Here, I can reach through the bars

    Would you lend me your eyes?

    Here, by the street, passing cars

    Let me feel I am wise

     

    Tear the roof off, darling

    It’s gonna be alright

    And drop your fisheyes, darling

    They’re not becoming

    To what you’re becoming

     

    Here, I can paint you the stars

    So you’ll feel not alone

    Rain thinks its task

    Is to ask

    Which side of the mask

    You are on

     

    Touch of the Marvelous

    Just a touch

    (a touch, a touch)

    Of the Marvelous

    (x2)

     

    Do you think of yourself as a thief

    Like I think you do?

    With you gone I ain’t had no relief

    Since I realized what I had with you was..

     

    Just a touch

    (a touch, a touch)

    Of the Marvelous

    (x2)

     

    Stitch yourself into wall tapestries

    And then tell me that I’m too proud

    The doctors traced the start of this awful disease

    To you whispering my name out loud

     

    Well I analyzed the marks that you left from every angle

    I’d say anything to get you

    But you can’t coerce an angel

    Like Nadja to Breton

    Girl, what vibrational plane are you on?

    I just gotta put it out there

    Cuz I really fuckin feel this

    Of all the ones I’ve been with

    (hey) you’re the surrealist

     

    La da da la da da la da da

     

    It’s just that touch, touch of the marvelous

    (x3)

     

    Frontier Boys

     

    Frontier Boys

    Walking on Concrete

    Skyscrapers

    Not the scenery

    Ha

     

    Frontier Girls

    Keep Themselves

    Laughing with the Wind

    From the Bottom of a Well

     

    Frontier gets a little larger

    As the land is paved away

    Watching a satellite feed

    Off its own decay

     

    So what is good

    And what is gone

    What should never ever be dug up

    Souls get lost

    As it sets in the West

    The sun believes its finesse

     

    Where you gonna go?

    Where you gonna go?

    Where you gonna go?

    Where you gonna go?

     

    Frontier Boys

    Want to leave

    This old world behind

    For destiny

     

    Frontier Girls

    Like water in the desert

    With their mothers

    And their coffee filters


    I swear I saw a carcass by that gasoline sign

    Trying to find something

    That I can call mine

    So what is good

    What is gone

    What should never ever be dug up

    Souls get lost

    As it sets in the west

    The sun believes its finesse

     

    Where you gonna go?

    Where you gonna go?

    Where you gonna go?

    Where you gonna go?

     

    Airplane star

    It’s just you and me

    A slow cigarette

    And the revelry

     

    Airplane star

    Airplane star

    Airplane star

     

    Drinking of the Wine

     

    Drinking of the Wine

    Drinking of the Wine

    Drinking of the Wine

     

    Justice Peaks

     

    Let me get your bags

    Welcome to this station

    We’re so glad you took all the trouble

    To make your way through all this rubble

    Just cuz you choose to refuse the views

    Of any up-there nation

     

    Let me show you where we keep the ammo

    Now if you would please remove your flannel

    This is where we go when we want to cuddle

    The mystique, the mystique, the mystique of struggle

     

    Cuz every second, minute, hour

    Second, minute, hour

    Second, minute, hour

    Bet you reckon I must be some kind of minotaur to you

    (Oh ooohhh)

     

    Won’t you let me thank you for your contribution

    You know your service has been pivotal

    Don’t you know that you can always try me again

    Like some kind of war criminal

     

    It’s the wheel that squeaks that gets the oil

    But it’s the pig that squeals that hits the soil

    So when Justice Peeks from behind her blindfold

    Will she seek the mystique, the mystique of struggle

     

    Whatever May Come

    Do you recall how after the flood

    Noah sent out a Raven and a Dove

    Dove came back, here’s what he said:

    “Get the fuck on the ground, put your hands on your head”

    Raven just flew to LA instead

     

    And in that city

    There stands a tree

    By the tall office buildings

    By the AMC

    And if that tree falls

    And it don’t make a sound

    We’ll smash all the lightbulbs

    Til they knew he was around

    Dodge all the coppers and outrun the hounds

    Some things can’t afford

    To live underground

     

    And so my friends I ask

    You to tie me to the mast

    Until we outlast

    Whatever may come

     

    Whatever may come

    Whatever may come

     

    In the Land of the Blind

     

    They robbed my mind

    Just to pass the time

    I’m just trying to find

    My way through the land

    Where the blind lead lead the blind

     

    That they have eyes

    Is their main disguise

    I’m just trying to find

    My way through the land

    Where the blind lead lead the blind

     

    Oooohhhhhh

    Oooohhhhhh

     

    Their daily grind

    Is so refined

    I’m just trying to find

    My way through the land

    Where the blind lead lead the blind

     

    That they have eyes

    Is their main disguise

    I’m just trying to find

    My way through the land

    Where the blind lead lead the blind

     

    What they despise is

    They realize that

    They’re just trying to find

    Their way through the land

    Where the blind lead lead the blind

     

    On Coldwater, Approximately

    Are you caught in the race?

    Are you lost in the mall?

    Just to get out of bed

    Is like scaling a thousand foot wall

    Well you’d planned to stand

    But fate has dictated you’ll crawl

     

    Out to Coldwater

    Occasionally on Coldwater

    Occasionally on Coldwater

    It gets hotter than it seems

     

    Out on Coldwater

    Occasionally on Coldwater

    Occasionally on Coldwater

    You’d just rather rise like steam

     

    There’s a smile on your face

    But there’s a place in your soul

    Where you feel like throwing a brick

    Through the glass wall of your skull

    Well you’ve tried and tried and tried

    And you’d think by now

    That would’ve made at least any noise at all

     

    Out on Coldwater

    Occasionally on Coldwater

    Occasionally on Coldwater

    It gets hotter than it seems

     

    Out on Coldwater

    Occasionally on Coldwater

    Occasionally on Coldwater

    You’d just rather rise like steam

     

     

    Sensitive to my Aura

     

    Man, I’m fittin’a dominate culture, muthafuckah.

     

    (this one’s for all the moms)

     

    Y U Gotta B So Sensitive 2 My Aura?

    Y U Gotta B So Sensitive 2 My Aura?

     

    I come from a time before swag

    Uh, yeah, we straight outta Beverly Hills with this one right now

    Let’s represent, O!

     

    One of the toughest questions to be wrestled on this earth, man

    Is how not to upset the precious auras on these girls, man

    Do me disservice, making me feel I’m worthless

    Inversely clearly they be hella, hella-hella-hella nervous

    They must think I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo

    But how many dorky Thom Yorke-y guys up in here tho

    Too many, if you ask me they should disappear, yo

    Or at least cease their post-post modern fear, yo

     

    Yes, I be the essence of the verbally blessed

    Your quintessential adolescent experience like Herman Hesse

    Best rapper alive? Hmm, well I digress

    I don’t rest. I search the earth to find my tigress.

    This is the next Beck’s ‘Loser,’ Uber Alles, Cali’s where I rest

    It’s feeling great to get this off of my chest, which is hairy.

    I’m very much a wizard. I’m cooler than a truck of Choco Taco’s in a blizzard.

    So many thoughts of suicide, but it’s my gift to give you this bonus track

    So pass the Patronus cuz I’m the boy who lived.

     

    Perfect storm, perfect storm

    Watch how I step in the game with perfect form

     

    My roots is indie and I’m jonesing for that real shit

    Like some old school Germs or Kim Deal shit

    Or even some Why Are We Building Such a Big Ship?

    It’s like all the true artists got the pink slip

    Shot from the booth like Lincoln.

    Don’t think that I don’t know what you’re thinkin!

    Ok, a hippy-dippy kid steppin into rap? Sure…

    He’s just a smidge better than Blondie’s ‘Rapture’

    But since we are afraid of the coming rapture

    Let’s buy all his albums and see him on tour

    I’ll thrash you out and then I’ll let your wounds fester

    Grade ‘A’ but outkast, they treat me like Hester Prynne

    I’m in it to win it to your chagrin

    I won’t do myself in cuz I’m an Infinite Jester.

    Ugh, but I ain’t read that book.

    Maybe one day I will come up with a thousand page hook.

    Look, I be the captain. If you ask why,

    I come in through your bedroom window, teach you how to be fly

    I got the pixie dust that she be askin for

    I don’t need to use a muthafuckin Rufio!!

     

    Y U Gotta B So Sensitive 2 My Aura?

    Y U Gotta B So Sensitive 2 My Aura?

     

    I’m Nick Drake, bitch! Or Leonard Cohen, huh?!

    Folkin guitar hero. Look at how I’m flowin.

     

    Now while y’all walkin round thinking everything is peachy

    I’m walkin round feeling like Friedrich Nietzsche

    Seeking out ontological realms beyond the status quo

    To assert my will to power. Now you know

    Why my aura seems kind of fucked up

    Cuz this American life is kind of fucked up

    Go to school with Ira Glass’s kissing asses

    Think they blow up but they be slow like molasses

    Never grow up, but they will pass all their classes

    But it’s all Greek to me like Damascus

    And when they see me, they turn the color of green

    Like Jim Carrey in ‘The Mask’ is

    And all I ask is to have the strength to rise to whatever the task is

    I got skills like an underwater basket weaving champion

    I chills like I had a blunt, two xannies, and an ambien

    Into thrills like a blind date with your granny and a Zambian

    I like doe-eyed girls who look like Bambi and

    I think girls that wear Abercrombie and Fitch should be

    **censored**

    The situation has been altered

    Now sit back, relax, and let me rock like Gibraltar

     

    Y U Gotta B So Sensitive 2 My Aura?

    Y U Gotta B So Sensitive 2 My Aura?

     

    Los Angeles, Beverly Hills

    That’s right. Ain’t ‘fraid to say it cuz it feels so real

     

    Ok one time when I was travelling far and wide around the world

    I had a close encounter with a manic dream girl

    She rode up on her fixie, said she liked the Pixies

    Even brought the whiskey, damn she be frisky

    Dressed like a hot waitress from the 50’s

    Bow in her hair had her looking pretty nifty

    I said, “Hello Kitty. Would you like to take a little stroll with me?”

    But this ain’t a work of fiction, felt a little friction

    Wouldn’t want to be setting myself up for a private crucifixion.

    Cuz she was ice cold, Frost like Nixon

    And one must be careful of who one sticks in.

    I could feel a Clash… Guns of Brixton

    So I articulated with my educated diction

    My Veloria, it’s not that I don’t adore ya…

    But why you gotta be so sensitive to my aura?

     

    Y U Gotta B So Sensitive 2 My Aura?

    Y U Gotta B So Sensitive 2 My Aura?

     

    Hey Ladies! (Yeah!)

    Is your aura on display?! (Yeah!)

    Do you think that we should move our body

    With a flowing expression

    In a safe, non-judgemental way? (Hell yeah!)

     

    Fellahs!? (Yeah!)

    Listen what I gotta say! (The fuck is it?!)

    The true elation is reciprocal communication

    Cuz that’s how we really get with it (Dayummm)

     

    Y U Gotta B So Sensitive 2 My Aura?

    Y U Gotta B So Sensitive 2 My Aura?

     

    T0tesrept1l1an, mutherfuckers

     

    T- zero -T – E – S – R – E – P – T – one – L – one – A – N

    That’s t0tesrept1l1an

     

    Alright

    I’m killing this Indie Tumblr rap shit and I don’t care who started it

    I just hacked into your system and outsmarted it

    I Hobbes and Descartes’d it

    The blogosphere can’t hear how retarded it sounds

    Where bounty hunters drown out the arguments of clowns

    Ignorance abounds.

    Are you blind to the frowns around you?

    Do you think that it equates to what they think they’ll amount to?

    Well post-apocalyptic metaphysics are round two

    Of whatever counter-cultural cannon you subscribe to.

    Took the pains to explain what my century’s about

    Now give this disk another listen and I’m out.

     

    Sample: Get together… Work it out…