The Last Real Experience

by Chemystry Set

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o mesmo não podemos ser todos originais, porque si não seremos iguais inevitavelment imprestamos daqueles que admiramos queremos poder fazer o mesmo e ainda chamar de original We cannot all be unique because then we'd be the same. Inevitably, then, we borrow from those whom we acclaim. We want to be able to do that too, and still call it something new. i give you money for a bowl of smile you taste my honey like it's going out of style i send you flowers, the color of the day you wait for hours with nothing much to say the last real experience, climbing down the mud with che the last real experience, landed on the hips of tom ze i give you choices - red, white, black and blue guided by my voices you know what to do i's on a circle, biggest wheel in town circle in your work hole going round and round
some they drink and some they scream some they smoke just a little green some they yearn for just a talk and though he understands he goes for a walk hit the city with a rhythm and you will quickly come to see the other side of what we say we do to fill our lives with wealth and independence every day broken dreams and shattered glass known as externalities but he who walks the pace of moon and stars will write his own dreams in the daylight and the dark
salaam salaam salaam salaam tata lolo banuke bonso hello travelers you've come far to celebrate at the grand bazaar the past is gone so here we are what we are hello those of you at the plow a bounty flowing if the gods allow you want just what you have anyhow here and now
i wanna learn what i learned and unlearn it again find what i found and then lose it again listen to those that i don't understand find us all an open end i wanna sit in your seat and then rise up again capture your heart and set it free again vote for the thought that in this land we all came to think my friend i wanna wake up the past and let it sleep again fight for a cause and surrender it then be all the change that i possibly can turn it all around again
you know that we are splinters of one, that we connect at origin but you wake to find we lead separate lives; it seems you threaten their distinction they say, "oh, but that you were me...." you say, "you are, you see?" after you've ridden the storms and been under the knife how can it be that you still love this life? a little tingle, and the bolt's about to strike random grace patterns to a point of white hot light seizing opportunity, full force at your head momentary blinding, your thoughts remain unsaid i don't know how or where you went, don't know how or where you go i don't know how or where you will, but I am ever by your body side as your spirit goes, you're in the throes, and i follow i shut my eyes to drop right in, into that deep, dark pool we all share a scene flickers through the murk, and i watch the shadows play their ancient forms there i place myself behind your mask; i see sadness, i see rapture though brought back down, we're newly rebound splinters of one, connecting at origin.
walk past the sign that ignites the passing of time and you stand in a room where everything's cool fly through the air that collides with thoughts of despair if ever you where, you need to be there buildings that tumble emerge from meanings that fumble from paradise lost, lost in our heads and now we run like we know where we should go but everything's clear now and right here don't hurry this game will be over before you can score you reach for the sky and fall through the floor fly through the air that collides with thoughts of despair whatever you wear, you need to be there a mountain of fear divides those who resemble both you and i, get ready to climb and still we run like we know where we should go but everything's clear now and right here
leading the saint into the fog, away leaving the ranks, unleash the cog leaving the ranks to find a way away pleading insane he knew he'd walk away feeding of thanks, allay the ache feeding of thanks, alleviate away peeling away the useless stalk keeping the faith without the frock
well i had trouble writing a song just the other day i met a girl that was so damn pretty i've forgotten how to play i tried the prettiest chords I could i even tried what jerry would but she looks better than any song i'd write to tell her that she's the perfect girl and i was too yellow to ask her for her number before i left Now i don't know if she's got a boyfriend, and i don't care because i'm the perfect guy for her my mother says so i wrote a hokey country song i promise it won't be too long the metaphores i tried to elude because she's a poet too so i'm definitely screwed i don't want to try to make her weep i like her cause she's really neat she makes my BEER taste better! so i'm almost done with my hokey song why don't y'alls try and sing along she makes my BEER taste better! my BEER tastes better! (now everyone in the back) she makes my BEER taste better! she looks better than any song . . . i could sing
the seed on a mountain, a seed for a dream i've seen it on a mountain, i've seen it on my screen on the edge of a bedframe i dream myself to sleep running through the day, running very deep the first step to memory is falling down the stairs my eyes are feeling heavy, my mind is losing cares i look into the darkness, feel my way around but no one to seek guidance, no one to be found a twitch of the muscle, heartbeat from the bone a sentence for my tooth, a message far from home going through a portal where thoughts have never been don't know where it's leading, don't know where to begin blowing now like ashes, sunken in my bed i'm sucked into the space between the living and the dead and last I remember the writing on the wall through images of light it says: have no fear at all
i am a ghost of flesh


Birthed by the ever-present spontaneous combustions of all that is Chemystry, and produced under the auspices of Dickie Ogden (Dr. Dickie), this third incarnation in the underground trilogy is probably the most refined and momentous creation in the Set's storied journey. Leaving more room for each song to breathe, the Set's ever evolving musicianship shines through the brilliant dynamics, giving more meaning to the album's daring arrangements and twists. And should you wonder about the implications of the album title, turn your attention to that most treasured and ancient wisdom, found between all lines and within yourself:
The end is the beginning, be here now!

There, on the lookout over time and space,
forgetting to remember, remembering to forget.
There, in the orbit of the ever-present power of this moment,
dancing the dance of creation and destruction.
There, with the revolutionary lessons from beneath,
and a loving invitation from the space between.
There - and forever now, the last real experience...


released June 1, 2003

Dickie Ogden - Drums
Joel Oppenheimer - Bass
Baba Ndjhoni - Mandolin, Vocals
Patty Hughes - Wurli Piano, Vocals
Sven Eberlein - Guitars, Vocals

Special Guests
Rich Doucette - Esraj
JB White - Piano & Bathtub
Mica Tellez - Answering Machine

recorded and mixed from january - april 2003 at ogden park west under the wizardry and medical auspices of dr. dickie

mastered by Justin Weis at Trakworx in South San Francisco, CA

visuals by wendy rogell and anja krombholz

produced by dickie ogden and chemystry set

©2003 tuber creations
all rights reversed: power to the people




Chemystry Set San Francisco, California

Musicianship tight as an atom, music wild and roaming as the imagination of the unknown. It’s like everything and nothing I’ve ever heard, a screaming reminder that rock is rebellion and must be reinvented each time it’s played, or else it’s just pop.

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