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Nine Questions

by Andrew Spink

A mix of instrumental, vocal, and spoken word rock music, with an electronic twist.
Genre: Rock: Progressive Rock
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1. Ask
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2. The Clockmaker
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3. Atomatic
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4. Nine Questions
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5. The Aggregate
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6. Bobhead
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7. Intensity Two
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8. All That We Perceive
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9. Liberty
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10. Preconceived Notions
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11. Inside the Walls
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12. Monument
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13. Shifts
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14. Comments On the Political Situation
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15. I Used to Remember a Day
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16. Slander
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17. Strange Weather
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18. Look Down
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19. Clocks
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20. Cracks in the Pavement
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
Andrew Spink:
Nine Questions

1. Ask
2. The Clockmaker
3. Atomatic
4. Nine Questions
5. The Aggregate
6. Bobhead
7. Intensity Two
8. All That We Perceive
9. Liberty
10. Preconceived Notions
11. Inside the Walls
12. Monument
13. Shifts
14. Comments on the Political Situation
15. I Used to Remember a Day
16. Slander
17. Strange Weather
18. Look Down
19. Clocks
20. Cracks in the Pavement

Daniel Bernardo – Spoken Narration on 4, 10, 20
Trevor Kellogg – Spoken Narration on 4, 14
Elizabeth Spink – Spoken Narration on 4, 11
Greg Smith – Bass Guitar on 4
Eric Swidler – Bass Guitar on 9, 15
Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Andrew Spink
All other instruments, programming, words, and music, by Andrew Spink.
Atomatic was originally commissioned as the soundtrack for a computer-animated film of the same name by Melissa Fuss.
Cover Design by Edith Hanson
Produced by Andrew Spink

Special Thanks: Andrew Riker, the resonator sounds wonderful, and those mics you recommended came through nicely. Edith Hanson, of course. The great guests here: Dan, Trevor, Beth, Greg, Eric. Also, Baljinder Sekhon, Paul Hofmann, Chris Petit, Michael Unger, First Congregation Church of Haddam, ERC, and also that crazy economics professor who should not be named. Finally, my family all the love and for supporting these ideas once again.
© 2012 Andrew Spink. All rights reserved.


Ask:
Look here the crack in the pavement
It was enough to make me fly
Do I feel the bark of the tree?
And wonder how it grows next to all we have made
We all changed history

Look here the doom and the gloom because
It's comfort in its own way
It's faith and it's food and it's politics
And desire to regain the dirt we tossed aside
I cannot tell where the end began

And can you see past this thing we call privilege?
Can you see?

Sense of the current events made too much
Madness all the time
While the ink flows to spill
The only way we know how to lie, which is with words
Maybe the questions are the goals in themselves

Look here the crack in the pavement
Where I can see all that I lost
Is it the Lord that's obsolete
Or just our understanding?

The Clockmaker:
Me, I like my God vague
So then it can't be disproved
Me, I prefer my God vast
So then it can't be outgrown
What more can you want?

Me, I like my searching
So then you can't disappoint
Me, I prefer my changing
So the rewrites go on forever
What more can you want?

Why do we always look at the sky?

Nine Questions:
1. Letting go of childish things, our good now comes not through simplicity.
2. The money must be going somewhere these days, but it's all a little detached.
3. Truth, or rather just norms, in a mirror, or face to face.
4. Cry to heaven, boast of detachment.
5. Too many cars in this great country. Too much corn in this great country.
6. Enjoy the trees and the sunset, if only that.
7. It's no so damning that greed itself is good, but only because that's how we thought to set up the world.
8. Predictions so horrific, frozen with time, and fear, and apathy in a kettle.
9. Why?

Bobhead:
Well, I think this century will go on to be known
For overflows of trivial information from our homes
Tell me what you're readin', tell me what you're tweetin'
Tell me what gotcha factoid is worth repeatin'
To operate a wrecking ball takes considerable skill

Too many cars in this great country, if you so dispute
Just buy my record and play it on your hour-long commute
Eisenhower took my trains and I don't know what to do
Underneath the pavement is the best place to enjoy the view
To operate a wrecking ball takes considerable skill

My head contains more hard drive space than ever before
And bees are lost in the EM waves that do all my chores
Cable news told me there's TYRANNY AT THE DOOR
And I didn't cut down the cherry tree, that was Millard Fillmore

As for me, I've read it all
Took the tales and spun them tall
I'm the guy who made the country fall
And posted it to my Facebook wall
But I don't know anything at all

Too much corn in this great country, if syrup you're no fan
The seed police will hand you your ass in a soda can
If you are what you eat then what you eat is you
If Monsanto owns the genes then I reckon they own you too
To operate a wrecking ball takes considerable skill

Look, the thermometer set off the alarm bells
But it's only trendy if the economy is doing well
He asked if I believe, or is it all just a scam
I replied “I'm in a kettle whether or not I think I am”
To operate a wrecking ball takes considerable skill

If God the Mother's contract got renewed
Then why does the gas have 10% food?
Cosmology makes me a bug on the floor
Hey, this is America, give me my sugar in water...MORE!

As for me, I've read it all
Took the tales and spun them tall
I'm the guy who made the country fall
And posted it to my Facebook wall
But I don't know anything at all

Hey, it's decline, don't you know
So we follow the comfort wherever it goes
We took at right turn at the end of the road
And ended up on our own TV shows

As for me, I've read it all
Took the tales and spun them tall
I'm the guy who made the country fall
And posted it to my Facebook wall
But I don't know anything at all

Truth or disinformation, it's your call
It's time we got ourselves on the ball
Did we ever ask if we really want to know anything at all?

Liberty:
Hey suit and tie
900k a year and nothing to fear
What are you really worth?
Is there are product you make
Or just money changing hands all day?
What are you really worth?
Tell me why we never seemed to learn
What it means to earn

“What I make is mine,” you say
“Keep Uncle Sam away but not on bailout day.”
What are you really worth?
Rig the game casino clowns
To prop you up or come crashing down
What are you really worth?
Tell me why we never seemed to learn
What it means to earn

Could it be that liberty
Is more than your rich dad's pile of money now?
It's funny how
Could it be that liberty
Is more than the right to hoard your private property?
What do you see?

You say, “no spending for the poor”
So why then all your long lost wars?
What is it you want?
What do you really want?
If you say you want to be free
Can you be free from your greed?
What is it you want?
Tell me what you want
And as you watch your wealth amass
Know that the first will be last

Could it be that liberty
Is more than your rich dad's pile of money now?
It's funny how
Could it be that liberty
Is more than the right to hoard your private property?
Could it be that liberty
Is more than your rich dad's pile of money now?
It's funny how
Could it be that liberty is more than the right
To buy and sell your country?

What do you see?
Just money?
What do you see?
Does your arrogance set you free?

Preconceived Notions:
I am the man who would rather go to church on Good Friday and skip Easter. Let us drink a toast to the unhappy ending in all of us, whether it is real or thrust upon us by ourselves. Cheers, and the best days are the stormy days because then I can get away with much in my own conniving mind. I work at a coffee shop, but I'd rather be that guy over there talking about political philosophy, or the end, or something like that. All those people who come in here (guests, is that what they’re called?), is it rude to ask “What is it about you that makes me feel so uncomfortable?” Comfort goes two ways, however. Look at this man! Immovable corners on a level mouth. For some reason, part of me wants to shake his hand, then smile, then nod, then say self-convincingly “you’re a good sturdy man who respects authority.” What an affirmation that would be! The other half of me wishes he would either crack a smile or just come in and tranquilize me so that I might be made an example for all the other judgmental people in the world. “Here it is. This is what happens when you cling to your preconceived notions. Would you like sprinkles with that?” This all has no meaning other than the usual six degrees of separation. No connection other than what I can slap on without basis. Useless junk trying to be sophisticated, please spare me. You are not fooling anyone and I am not fooling you. We are all fools, and if I become suspicious when I see a man in a suit coat, I will tell you it's because Jesus didn't like your preconceived notions, or I will just scribble some nonsense. Dress to impress and guess who you’re going to meet who might finally convince you that the world does not hate itself for the most part. Just don't ask for the people everybody likes, and then love or at least try to understand everyone else.

Inside the Walls:
If you build the greatest excess the world has ever known
Do you only matter if you're inside the righteous home?
If you ship the guns across the world to build hegemony
Then does it really matter if inside the walls you're free?

[Excerpt from Oscar Romero's letter to President Carter concerning U.S. aid to the military government in El Salvador.]

Life is good inside the walls
Where we don't know what's true
The things that your country does
Where are you?

Comments on the Political Situation:

Explain.

Tell me, if you can, the unseen hands guiding the happiness of all. Is this what it means to be content? How dare you upset my reasoned simplicity. How dare you come here with realities of splintered intentions. How dare we all give ourselves an out. If property solves everything, then why don't we own a soul? Look. The earthly house is burning, but it was of little matter because you were too busy inciting revolution against your progressive neighbor. If we were angels, no government would be necessary. I'm sorry but I left my halo in the ditch outside the Coca-Cola plant. And was all that money really earned? Because everyone knows if you just wave your fist in the air, cry hoax, cry to heaven, cry to your dreams, that you can make the humility go away, to sit around and boast of detachment. When I was a child I reasoned like a child, but the time has come to set aside childish things. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then we will see face to face, if we can stand it.

Isms rule my scattered dreams, as if we really decided what to call all these wrongs. I used to remember a day when we we thought we knew right, whether it be a vague God, or the pursuit of happiness, before teacher spelled out the ambiguous challenge of our tired stretches of phony logic. Let them eat pollution. Let them eat theory. Let them eat cable. Let them eat the freon coming from your hole in the wall.

What do you own?
Tell me what the 20tth century brought.
Tell me that we can expand.
Tell me that we are better than ever.
Tell me that we are cleaner than ever.
Tell me we will never die.

That we will outlast even the most wretched challenges that lost us long before the body ever got killed. Things may bend, but let us look for a place to know, for we are not interested in knowing anything anymore. If we were, then tea time would have grown up by now. All of life became a noise contest:

We lose.

Slander:
Listen to the slander:
Propaganda
Just money
Let them eat cable
Ah, look!
I am a tyrant
Glenn Beck said so

Strange Weather:
All my life I've known joy
And I put it all my electric toys
For them I burned the ground out dry
And left the output to bury in the sky
What will you do now?

Let them eat pollution if the demand curve says
The new human standard to boast of detachment
Is the new human exit but we don't believe it

Where will you be?
Is this heavenly?
But where will you be in 2133?

Cracks in the Pavement:
Hey you sky, build me a clock, so that the idea is never obsolete, only the understanding. Cling me to the rock, so that I may not die, if such a word means anything at all in a universe so vast. I am home again, 35% iron and not too great or small. The powers of ten got to me again, but it's worth wondering how much power we have at the start of a single drop, unlimited by the confines of heat. Let's adjust the explanation again, while time passes on the pavement and grows from underneath. Randomness I never sought, but rather infinity in the heart. God is love but space is empty. Now can you figure that one out?
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© 2012 Andrew Spink. All rights reserved.


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