The Carousel Room

by Clidesfeld

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06:15
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03:54
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05:13

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This piece of work is dedicated to Adam Earley, Dana Sanders-Johnson, and to the previous three years.

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released May 5, 2010

Brandon Sullivan:
Vocals, Guitars, Bass,
Drums, Synthesizers, Words,
Design, Photography,
Production, and Mixing
except where noted

Kevin DeAngelo:
Vocals (tracks 2, 3, 10)
Guitar (tracks 3 and 10)
Words (track 3)

Sharon Reza:
Bass (track 8)

Justin DeAngelo:
Words (track 10)

Brandon Sullivan and Kevin DeAngelo perform as Clidesfeld.

This work produced by Clidesfeld is under Creative Commons License.

Recorded in Chaska and Saint Paul, MN — 2008–2010

Mastering by Tom Garneau. Special thanks to Music-Go-Round in Saint Paul.

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Clidesfeld Minneapolis, Minnesota

Clidesfeld is a musical project founded in 2004 by multi-instrumentalist Brandon Sullivan in Minneapolis, Minnesota. The project grew to host several collaborators spanning genres from downtempo electronic to melodic riff rock. Rooted deeply in a DIY mentality and an insatiable taste for thoughtful expression and experimentation, the project is inherently inconsistent in tone and frequency. ... more

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Track Name: Jaq
A mother fills an empty space.
Prey to whom I can’t define.
Another stays within a case,
Disabled by infectious shine.
A cloud from which this scent could fall,
Aloud, a call cries clementine.

I want you to continue.
Continue your bloom.

Stop light, stays to know
More than I intend to show,
I want to
More than I’ll admit to
Less distractions in the void
Penetrate in the noise.

I want you to continue.
Continue your bloom.

I will tear, and I am bare,
Consequently I am scared.
In the stare, unaware…
Callous wears, strength impairs. (in pairs)
I’m getting lost in this nightmare.
Splendor rips inside a dare.
Track Name: Jil
This sense is new
Not one that I’m tune
Preoccupied, beware,
In silence we share.
My exposure to this hue,
Firefly in my view.
Less to say, more for me
Excited, I suspend relief.

Forbidden.

A timid quake inside a waking, try to stay keen to stay away.

I want you to continue.
Stop light, stays to know
More than I intend to show.
Track Name: Soon to Be
Run into the darkness; hear the wolves cry
How could it follow? How could they be here alive?
This place is seldom forgotten tonight.
Grim and hollow, beautifully shattered inside…

A world of dreams and great machines
Built upon this ancient century
Where a predilection is an imperfection of
The only life we know.

Let it fall, this broken ladder
Let this world, tonight escape
Can't get rid of all this clutter
When my thoughts have gone astray

There is only one wish for you, die
A look of hate and something more, despise
If you can't choose to accept it, deny
But you won't ever see me again, inside…

A world of dreams and great machines
Built upon this ancient century
Where a predilection is an imperfection of
The only life we know.

It is fun, it’s great, it’s gone.
Let your senses dull to none.
Brain is shut, body's open.
This great pleasure must be done.
Track Name: Lecter
Do you dream much, dear? Every night for every taste.
Nice to see you here; charming place.
Friendly chatter coming here or on the case?
Sudden rush of fear; try peeling off your face.

Hunger ceased me again.

Disadvantages like polydactylism or
Insanity, all factors hidden well.
Where are my manners? I feel like a lout.
What’s preferred: Bowels in or bowels out?

Hunger ceased me again.

How exquisite, smell good? Please, will you give it a try?
It’s a main dish from the heart. It took time.
How exquisite, smell good? Please, will you give it a try?
It’s a main dish from the heart. But not mine.

I can smell your fear paired with your atrocious aftershave.
Again you’re coming here, to my cave.
You acknowledge genius but you’d caught me.
Too soon, every game must have its ending.

Hunger ceased me again.

How exquisite, smell good? Please, will you give it a try?
It’s a main dish from the heart. It took time.
How exquisite, smell good? Please, will you give it a try?
It’s a main dish from the heart. But not mine.

I know it’s far from over.
Track Name: The Price
Listen to me, I’m not gonna give you any time to rehearse.
So carefully, you’ve got to rid your entire mind of the worst.
And come back to me with a simple explanation of the burn.
Then work to relieve the unimportant interruption for my concern.

Don your phallic kerosene, give it time to bleed.

Time can be relieved and I
Believe it’s time to be the one who falls.
A burn to the entire being
I believe in time you’ll see the price.

Another instance I sigh, you feel unsatisfied.
How sweet you grew to pretend to be sly.
I leak concern, it drains from me, perpetual whine
Tries to fill it back up before it runs dry.
I know it’s hard.

You fake, you break, you make another wait.
You sleep, you cry, you wake up and you die.
It must be hard.
Track Name: A Softer Core
I need your help,
Forced by yourself.
Submersed live, a random wife.
Milked and nursed to health,
With white rubber knives,
And soft beehives.
I won’t lie, the foggy skies
Must rely on teary eyes.

When we play, a vision stray.
A smorgasbord. Remember what I was looking for?

You do. Tyrannous.
You do. You’re in this.

I need a new way,
There’s always more to pay,
The lights are out and shadows gone.
Of course you’re here to stay.
You live to feed me pain,
So long, swelling gain.
Give me all and let it flow,
Like blood on my rib cage.

When you cry, nothing’s awry.
A softer core, remember what I am here for?

When we lose, no better muse,
When it ends, I’ll still pretend.
Your smorgasbord, was just what I was looking for.
Track Name: Whiney
I stick my finger in your wound.
Mucus drained from a retched witch.
Trapped with my own guilt, trained to hate.
Introverted, insecure.
Back me up until I'm sure.
A fill in last resort to entertain.

Alternate light to dim my day.
Reflection stares, I look away.
Attention span contracting for a while.
I can't care if I forget.
I can't forget if I care.
Gratitude in blood, I stand aside.

I have a headache, it's always there.
I have a problem, nobody cares.

Weakened child, forced; betrayed.
Give me your bloody hand and grave.
Hand-woven larvae, splitting well.
Punctual for their test.
Abdomens are all that's left.
Taken to the back, you touch yourself.
Track Name: Cloves & Crystal
Cloves of something crystal falling.
Tell me more and I’ll keep score.
Quit before it starts, avoidance.
Never guaranteed but torn.
All the open valves you have drained,
While every parasite is stained
From you.

Tender calls in melted color
All the starch you haven’t seen.
Tricky for a winner but see
She’s acting for this scene.
Enter weak for demolition.
Never late for darker visions
From you.

It all starts falling,
All the crystal, all appalling.
A faded echo breaks the silence.
And it all starts falling,
All the crystal starts withdrawing.
A stumble causes more for less.

Holographic novel models
Keep my sight away from more.
Left-turn stricken, pinstripe patterns
Scream and bleed upon this whore.
And her cellmates all are smothered,
No cheers heard for this young mother.
But for you.

Say they made it. Can’t erase it.
Track Name: Panorama
The line, the line,
The fine line.
I finally see the line.
So closely related, so separated.
The line means,
What does this mean?
Everything and nothing.
Everything is nothing.

Panorama.
Built inside of my head.
Built in spite of me
Built in time.

My head spins,
I pinch a sight on the line.
I pinch it again.
I’m back where I started.
This line, so dark.
My head spins, I can’t see
The line.

The line, the line,
This fine line.
I see it now.
I see that all
Your false highs, your lows
Are predictable
Mine cross over,
Where’s the line? The line.

There is no line.
There is no fine line.
Track Name: Animals
Charlie woke up and got out of bed.
Visions of the future danced in his head.
All he wanted was appreciation,
But he doesn't know how to get that sensation.
And he'll nev er be the dog he wants to be.
He'll never be the dog he wants to be.

Sarah walked out of her public school.
She said I'm tired of being a fool.
"I'm not here for society's delight.
Like a one-armed man in a two-gunned fight.
And I'll never be the bird I want to be.
I'll never be the bird I want to be."

Life would be better if we could be animals of our own choice.

Dave got fired from his office job.
They said, "You're late, where's your tie, you slob?"
Dave was tired of the conglomerate,
He's an irate man and he wants to conquer it.
But he'll never be the bull he wants to be.
No, he'll never be the bull he wants to be.

Christine was always in the spotlight.
Like a criminal fleeing in the middle of the night.
She said, "I know I have a great voice,
But now I don't really have a choice.
And I'll never be the turtle I want to be.
I'll never be the turtle I want to be."

Ron was looked down on for 26 years,
He became an alcoholic to get over his fears.
He says "I'm only trying to get by,
And I just want to hold my head high.
But I'll never be the giraffe I want to be.
I'll never be the giraffe I want to be."

Life would be better if we could be animals of our own choice.