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We'd finished the album and didn't yet know that we were in the process of being killed. We just kept writing and recording figuring it would end up on the 2nd album, or at least we'd have plenty of alternate tracks. This track proves, I think, that we didn't need to be in Toast to do good recordings. OK, we didn't have a Neumann, and these vocals are notably muffled, but that was also a stylistic response to the limitations of the situation. Each alternate phrase was in fact recorded on a different track using a different mic, panned and filtered in extreme ways so that it would sound like a dialogue between two different and yet same voices. It's not the most beautiful clear or technically impressive lead vocal, but once I get my ego out of the way, I can see how it was right to record this more as a chant from the subconscious. I don't remember whose idea it was to do it like that. It just kind of emerged out of the situation.

The lyrics are hard to explain, being partially derived from surrealist cut-up techniques, but in general the song is about memory and childhood. So the photograph is of me sitting on the street where I grew up, in a small English seaside town, years after recording this. I hadn't been back in over 25 years and using the auto-timer took this picture of myself looking somewhat confused. My address was No. 1 Prospect Hill, a seemingly auspicious omen. I'm sitting directly across from the house and I think the puzzled look on my face may be due to contemplation of this irony. I mean, yer prospects may be number one, but yer still at the bottom of a hill!

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soul shudder slipping
breath is endless
all no more never
beautiful shock by light
fall flooding sleep
talking prayer hand
disappear

shock flooding never
end is breathless
all in light sleeping
innocent I began
Call to the I
sound invisible
no fear

*
perigean moon
rising o'er the balcony
shoulder over shoulder
I see the sea

red and yellow blossoms
stark against the sky
innocent I began
Call to the I

*

sweet sugar television
question answer
no talking
favorite saviour
victory love
moody India
tear away

torn question
moody sugar
favorite lover
talk answer
India fall away
sweet victory
television eye
saviour say

*
perigean moon
rising o'er the balcony
shoulder over shoulder
I see the sea

red and yellow blossoms
stark against the sky
innocent I began
Call to the I
Call to the eye

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from The Tragic Tale of Lil Tiger or How the Music Bizniz Destroyed My Best Recording and Derailed My Life (San Francisco 1999​-​2001), track released June 30, 1999
Tim Mooney - Drums, loops
Michael Belfer - Guitar, sounds, effects
Joe Goldring - Bass
Diana Trimble - lead and backing vocals, keyboards
Joe Goldring Lil Tiger, production
DJ - I'm sorry honey, I can't remember! Get in touch!

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Diana Rosalind New Orleans, Louisiana

After being discovered by Bobby McFerrin as a young vocal improviser in San Francisco, I spent some years writing and performing with ensembles that remain important in the history of Bay Area arts, then did time tangling with the music biz in LA & NYC, followed by a decade in Europe, recording all the while, before coming "home" to NOLA. This is a partial musical record of that journey. ... more

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