HOME

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    Welcome "hOMe".

    HOME is a full length, FREE RELEASE by the band Cricketbows - a mostly improvisational mindfuck from head guru Rev. Dr. Chad Wells (celebrated Tattoo Artist and lead droog in the legendary punk band The Jackalopes). These recordings were formed in stolen moments in dark corners of the Wells home and feature Rev. Wells performing every task in the completion of this work of reflective art while awaiting the birth of his second child and experiencing a consciousness shattering spiritual awakening.

    The aural excursions contained herein are beyond genre classification. Psychedelic? Yes. Americana? Check. Blues? Alot of that. Rock N' Roll? Absolutely. Folk? Fuck yes. Retro? Futuristic? Alternative? Country? New Weird America? Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes and yes...

    Mastered by Mike Day (Your Favorite Assassin, The Stoics).

    Turn on, tune in, welcome hOMe.

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    *New album "Mycocosmic Transmission" coming 2011*     ... more

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released 01 June 2010
All instruments, vocals, etc. Performed, Recorded and Produced in various locations by by Rev. Dr. Chad Wells.

Mastered by Mike Day.

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"One-time Jackalopes singer Rev. Chad Wells took a hard left turn from his punk and hard rock roots in 2010 when he released ... more the psych-rock album, Home, under the moniker Cricketbows. The homemade prog-rock draws equally from folky Roky Erickson/Syd Barrett-style acid-casualty songs and extended Krautrock-esque epics and is a far cry from The Jackalopes’ Misfits-inspired sound."

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Track Name: Blueridge Parkway
Welcoming the sunrise, warming my face
Stretching in the morning light
And it overtakes me

Watching light and sound co-habitate
Drifting down the inner state
The int'resting state to be in

But we will see what's on the other side
Taking a fantastic ride
Look outside
It's all alive, alive

The sun is melting
It's not an illusion
When clouds conspire
To create confusion
If words were weapons
We'd all be dead
So drop your defenses and hang your head

You can bar your windows
You can block your eyes
But the sun will find it's way inside
Everywhere and everything
Comes into view

The sun is melting
It's not an illusion
When clouds conspire
To create confusion
If words were weapons
We'd all be dying
So put on your wings girl and lets go flying

Break it all into a million more pieces

The sun is melting
It's not an illusion
When clouds conspire
To create confusion
If words were weapons
We'd all be dying
So put on your wings girl and let's go flying

The sun is melting
It's not an illusion
When clouds conspire
To create confusion
If words were weapons
We'd all be dying
So put on your wings girl and let's go flying

Oooh Blueridge Parkway
Oooh Blueridge Parkway
Track Name: Little Tiny Houses
Success!

Little tiny houses
Great big TV's
Little tiny houses
Great big TV's

Little tiny houses and uh
Great big TV's
Little tiny houses
Great big TV's

Walk down any lonely street
Built on people's broken dreams
Circuits and 'lectricity and lies and lies and lies

Walk down any lonely street
Built on people's hopeless needs
Lies and lies and lies

Lies
Lies

What through that window do I see
But a window staring back at me
Birds fly and doggies bark
Everyone sits in the dark
And lies, lies, listens to lies

Little tiny houses
Great big TV's

Wake up and smell the coffee
And read the morning news
Ten million people tuning in to lies, to lies, to lies

Little tiny houses
Great big TV's
Built in to your walls to fill the resonating need

Little tiny houses
Great big TV's

Breathe it all in
I think I'll breathe it right in

What do we watch tonight?
A movie or a fight?
I want to make them all bleed
Bleed for me, bleed for me

Little tiny houses
Great big TV's

Little tiny houses
Great big TV's

Little tiny houses
Great big TV's

Little tiny, little tiny, little tiny
Great big TV's

Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
They're watching the eye that lies

Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
They're one with the eye that lies

Great big TV's

Ommmmmmmmmmmm
Track Name: Chronic Inflammation
That face
That mouth
That miracle
That sex
That lie
That dollar bill

Teetering on the brink
Plunging headlong into the drink
Icy cold but sinking fast
Images of murdered past

That face
That mouth
That miracle
That sex
That lie
That dollar bill

Dominoes clicking through your mind
Clawing upward the toothy climb
Burning cities with just one wave
Universes become enslaved
Leaders pointing fingers high
Drinking blood and apple pie
Trojan horses and open sky
Screaming warbirds and rolling lies

That face
That mouth

I think the whole damn thing is chronically inflamed
It's bleeding and it's red and it can't be saved

Dig a hole and crawl inside
Whistling bullets and pouring eyes
Running madly mothers cries
Another broken soldier dies
Politicians never cheat
Another stacked deck hand to beat
The night has eyes and properties
Beyond the realms of sanity
And soaking wounds that never heal
All open up to claim their meal
As demon forces in their oval lair
Get fat and rich and loose their hair
And loose their hair

That face
That mouth
That dollar bill
That sex
That lie
Dollar bill

Dollar bill

I can see all of this woven
Woven into the fabric of everything
Everything they teach you is a lie
Everything that's written down is a lie
The only truth is right now

Its all a lie

The whole thing is inflamed
And everyone is to blame

Now is the time

Now is the time

Now is the time

Now is the time