My New Head

by Fredo Viola

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    This cd was manufactured at Groove House Records, and was mastered by Dave McNair at Dave McNair Mastering.

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1.
Demolition 01:03
2.
Pine Birds 03:13
When my boat comes along and soaks all the people on the shoreline, Strap me in with warmth and solitude, Just drop me into my dream time. Where is my bike where are my dreams? - there was that time I saw you... How could I lose the master keys? - mirrored reflection of you... And how I’ve struggled to keep hold of my crown and glory - just drop your crown and glory Nothing remains, but the blood within my veins. - bound, keep me bound I was a buzzard. I waited without call. - and I wait in solitude My road led fast to a free fall.
3.
Waiting for Seth who’s coming for me I once called him the devil but now I can see that it’s all in the songs that we sing when he comes, it’s all in the songs that we sing. You may not like this but the world won’t stop for anybody’s pleas. Can’t keep control, the more you hold it slips away just like a dream. You take the road that makes a right, I’ll make a left and then in time we’ll see... How many turns can fill a life, how many avenues from normalcy. And in the shadow there’s a light just bright enough that I can see. I feel it’s fingers spreading wide, hiding my face setting me free. We’re in a speeding subway car, I feel the thunder that’s surrounding me. And in that space I’m floating up I am absorbed in tender lunacy. It’s all in the songs that we sing when he comes it’s all in the songs that we sing.
4.
If I could change your mind with a melody that only you can hear, We’d fly all through the night far above the traps and the walls above the fearful clan Who shake their signs with poisoned rhymes, Those very words are lost on unbelievers. I clench my hands, trying my best to understand. It’s just like living in a clouded mirror There’s hope, but none in sight and a screaming flood is all that I can hear. All roads wind free like vines, right through the cash to the heart of all our fears. So go get your guns. Time has come. That’s what they say, they hope you will believe them It’s nearly time to change our mind. I swear sometime it’s like a clouded mirror, it’s just like living in a clouded mirror. What now? More sweat and strife, and a wounded heart is all that I can feel. A vulture hacks my life, with one final thrust he is drowning into me. So burn all your signs, party lines, because I know a place, a sweet unreality. It’s nearly time to change our minds. I swear sometime it’s like a clouded mirror, it’s just like living in a clouded mirror...
5.
Black Box 02:37
He loved his sorrow at very first sight how could they call his sadness uninspired? Like a shaman in numinous light, it cast a shadow on mortal delight. Now he’s in trouble, he can’t put it back. He’ll have to hold on now until it’s over. Although the story is already trite, He’s left reciting it night after night. Once I was a rich man, and once I was a sick man and once I knew the score, those summers are far behind. So here’s the story he may not want told: he can exchange disaster for desire. So on a lonely and desolate night, unmask the bastard and show him your light. Once I was a rich man, and once I was a sick man and once I knew the score, those summers are far behind.
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7.
If I was crushed and my head smashed in pieces, would I see stars? Would I see rainbows? Two lovers stand holding hands on the river. Do they see stars, do they have rainbows in their eyes? There is always more to see. That’s what I tell myself when my vision darkens. In the darkness I’m serene. Open the door and swallow silence. If I eat dirt, and if I drink filthy water, will I fall ill? Will it transform me into a worm? Would I burrow and tunnel? Is this a game, are all senses lying now? When I dreamt my youngest dreams I could just flap my arms and I’d rise up swiftly. God forbid I try that now! Doubts tied from arms and legs, they hold me down. Stars and rainbows, stars and rainbows, stars and rainbows.
8.
Sunset Road 04:44
Emmanuel, stop fucking with my life. Emmanuel, we have to find some light. When morning comes, I ignore the melody, my sword thrust into stone. Breathing silently. And it is an elegy, a song of loss, tortures and pleas... Gee, aren’t you tough?! You’re holding all the chains. With one insect touch still fizzing in my veins. Home is far, but I will lead you there. Careful now on sunset road, night approaches. When night time falls, and we hear it’s melody, the sword drawn from the stone floats silently. And it is an elegy, a song of loss, tortures and pleas.
9.
In My Mouth 03:23
And now I wanna take a little bit of you in my mouth. And now I wanna make a dream come over this house. I only started to take you into my heart. I only started just to take you into my heart. Because of pride my smile is purple orange and it’s twisted in place, with barbs and lashes at the edges stretching open my face. I’m pages ripped out of a journal, torn into shreds. I’m an empty socket with the current flowing, promising death. I’m going to kick the sick out of my crumpled gods, gonna kick the sick out of my crumpled gods, gonna kick the sick out of my crumpled gods! Wind and trees and rustling leaves you never leave my heart. And now I’m fine, I tell my people, but I still see that face who swore about me that I’d never even finish the race. I’ve eaten too much of the acid that I cooked with regret. There’s a hole below me that I’m patching with commitment and debt. Although I’m proud, my pride’s a creature that I’ve locked away in a cage. We talk occasionally but I always feel the hum of his rage. Those pages ripped out of a journal, torn into shreds. That empty socket with the current flowing, promising death. I’m going to kick the sick out of my crumpled gods, gonna kick the sick out of my crumpled gods, gonna kick the sick out of my crumpled gods!
10.
Edwin Vargas 03:56
Edwin Vargas, kind of polyphony sleeps inside us, under the rocks and leaves. His snoring finds us fighting with rolled up sleeves. Thieves and idols smashing humility. Lightning strikes us, tears all our fashionable seams.
11.
Remove the feathers and the paint remove the ornaments and oddities. And are we calling this a break? I have endured your absence silently. But I can feel your heartbeat from a thousand miles, yes I can feel your heartbeat from a thousand miles. Is it a lie or is it true, searching the sky it answers honestly. And now my heart is split in two, sweet leaking water running out of me. But I can feel your heartbeat from a thousand miles, yes I can feel your heartbeat from a thousand miles. He is falling to pieces now. He is hardened like stone throughout. In a moment eternal now, let me show you my secret power. But I can feel your heartbeat from a thousand miles, yes I can feel your heartbeat from a thousand miles.

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This album has been crafted to fit onto two sides of a record, with hifidelity and headphone listening in mind. Songs one through six fill side one, and the following fill side two. If possible, the album is best experienced in one sitting.

"It's marvelous! It's what pop music would sound like if it were made by unborn psychedelic ghosts." - Neil Gaiman

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released April 9, 2021

All songs written, performed & produced by FREDO VIOLA

with (in alphabetical order)
CARL ALBACH, trumpet
BARRY CRAWFORD, flute
BRENT FOLLIS, drums
GOODFRIEND-KOVEN, flute
JUSTIN GUIP, drums
ADAM MARKS, piano
LUIS MOJICA, additional vocals, additional percussion
ADRIAN MOREJON, bassoon
IKE STURM, upright bass
LIUH-WEN TING, viola
KYLE TURNER, tuba

Recording Engineers - JUSTIN GUIP, RYAN STREBER & ALEX VENGUER
Music coordinator - LIUH-WEN TING
Mixed by FREDO VIOLA - final mix adjustments by JUSTIN GUIP
Mastered by DAVE MCNAIR at Dave McNair Mastering
Mastering Coordinator DANIELLE CRISAFULLI

Album paintings by MIRAN KIM © 2020 All rights reserved
Font designer SACHA BERNARDSON
Production artist GOLDIE GAREZA

Recorded in BEARSVILLE, MILAN HILL STUDIO, OKTAVEN AUDIO & RESERVOIR STUDIOS.

This album is dedicated to HECTOR GARCIA, without whose support, love and patience, this album, and the body of emotions comprising it, would not exist.

All rights reserved by FREDO VIOLA
© 2020 REVOLUTIONARY SON

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Fredo Viola

Fredo Viola is an audio-visual artist and singer living in
Woodstock, NY. With a focus on the human voice, eclectic instrumentation and diy visual techniques, Fredo’s passion for art crosses into all expressive territories.

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