until never

by Choir And Marching Band

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dedicated to those who have already finished or not yet begun

until never was created between 2000 and 2005 in edmonton and victoria, canada.
trevor rockwell made the sounds using the world and his imagination

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released July 17, 2006

T Rockwell: everything but the coloring and the love
J Jenkins: the coloring and the love

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Choir And Marching Band Edmonton, Alberta

Choir and Marching Band is mad musical scientist Trevor Rockwell's personal Frankenstein. Stitching layers of old-fashioned or home-made instruments together with lo-mid-&-hi-fi machines Rockwell breathes life to his monster with electrifying and inspired originality. Using analog and digital recording since the mid-1980s, Rockwell has created six full length records and has two more due in 2013. ... more

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Track Name: Until Never
Until Never

We used to be a longue duree and now we are an hour
Unless the useful classes can get up off their Asses
And cut the bells down from the tower

There's not enough time
And we've slouched on the couch till noon
Open the wine
You know we'll be leaving soon

We'll be deep asleep
Within the hour
We will not wake from an earthquake's shake
Or a nervous breakdown
Until Never

We used to be a museum of history, and now we've just begun
We can even cross this right off of our list
Of all the things that we haven't done

There's not enough time
It's already long past dark
Pour the rest of the wine
The hands move to spite our plans
Guzzle your wine
We have to leaving soon

We'll be deep asleep
Within the hour
We'll hear no beep from an EKG
Or a nuclear meltdown
Until Never
Track Name: The Great Attractor
The Great Attractor

There’s a million black holes in the middle of it all
You can ask the scientists they don’t know what it is they call it
The great attractor
Where time is sent to twine n bend n light cannot get out again
Everything began and will one day end. Let me tell you
The great attractor is you
You are the center of the universe

Supersonic jets on a straight trajectory
Wouldn’t wanna bet on a race with liberty
Even light rays that are faster than anything
Cannot outpace your escape velocity

Nothing makes it past, no liquid, solid, gas
A philosopher you ask, but they just make it up you know
Where days are long and years are short and love it is a sport
They tell you
This is that and that is why but that’s not how it is because
The great attractor is you, you
You are the center of the universe

Supersonic jets on a straight trajectory
Wouldn’t wanna bet on a race with liberty
Even wave mechanics with their theories of everything
Cannot outpace your escape velocity

All the elephants and all the insects can’t
Whatever it was that built the pyramids can’t
Thoroughbreds driving tractor-trailers can’t
The Royal Navy and a dozen drunken sailors can’t
Add an armada of tugboats and you still can’t
No matter what supplement you eat you just can’t
Robotic arms made to lift ten megatons can’t
The world’s most powerful computer knows that it can’t
Track Name: Enemy Alien
Enemy Alien

We are the men in the moon
Our eyes are million zoom
Over your shoulder we see
The propaganda you read
We have a table and chart
A diagram of the dark
We have our hopes for you

Why is public enemy number one
Always an enemy alien?
Why do you have so many weapons?
(of mass destruction) And massive retaliation?

We are women of the stars
We watch your falling tsars
The fetid sore still stings
Voices of vengeance still sing
We have a table and chart
A diagram of the dark
We have our hopes for you

We are a stellar race
We tremble at the pace
With which you seek to destroy
The benefits you enjoy
We have a table and chart
A diagram of the dark
We have our hopes for you

Why is public enemy number one
Always an enemy alien?
What about the teenagers with guns?
Killing in the name of religion?
Track Name: The Scene
The Scene

The night was April 5, the year 1993.
I’d only just survived a winter on the machine.
I’d made enough to buy
A ticket back to the scene.
I’d got finally half my pay.
I’d got my way and I was laid off.
Now I was feeling swell
On my way from the pub
When out of a white Chevelle
Two assholes and a club…

The day was April 6, the year 1993.
I’d only just woke up, I recalled my misery.
They didn’t break my neck
But they got all my money.
It didn’t matter about my jeans
I had to get back to the scene.
Now what kind of thugs
On what kind of drugs
Would mug a young man
On his first night on the lam?

The night was April 6, the year 1994.
I’d spent a year on the road
And I couldn’t spend anymore
I laid on the ice until
I heard the crack I was waiting for
I knew by then the courier
Would have already been to your door
Please forgive me.
I . . . I know it’s been
Too long since you’ve seen
Me and I’m
Still a long way from the scene
I’m still a long way from the scene
Track Name: Zebra Tattoo
Zebra Tattoo

I’ve signed my name in triplicate
I’ve shown my proof of age
I’ve filed all my complaints
And I’ve forfeited my wage
Can I get this paper stamped?
Can I wait in the other line yet?

I’ve certified my affidavit
To my knowledge it’s true
I’ve supplied all my receipts
And notarized my eyes are blue
Can I get this paper stamped?
Can I prove I’ve paid my dues yet?

I brought my bar code and fingerprints
And two pints of my blood
A scan of my zebra tattoo
And a sample of my mud
Can I get this paper stamped?
Can I start to serve my time yet?

I’ve signed my name in triplicate
Is there anything else to do?
If my file is incomplete
You can reach me at the zoo
Can I get this paper stamped?
Can I wait in the other line yet?
Track Name: Comeback Special
Come Back Special (The Puppet’s Lament)

I can’t move without you
Even if I wanted to
I can’t take a stand, I can’t even lend a hand
But you know, I’ve been Fred Astaire and Frankenstein
I can’t even dance or sing my own lines
I can’t even pantomime
But that’s just fine as long as I have you to

Put your hand upon my back
And give me a real feeling
Not just the rush you get from war
Speeding or stealing

I’ve a blank stare on my face
My insides are an empty space
All I am is hay, clay and paper mache
You know, I’ve been Clio and Cleopatra
I’ve played in Rio with Nancy Sinatra
But I’m a lifeless mass without you
Please come back because I still want to

Feel a real feeling
Not just the rush you get from stealing
Speeding or extreme sports
Staying up all night or fighting in a war
So come on special come back
And put your hand back on my back

I’ve been Don Juan and Estragon
Robbie the Robot and Napoleon
Huckleberry and Hercules
I’ve flown to the moon and sailed the seven seas
But I can’t move without you
Please come back I’m on my knees
Track Name: It's A New Century
It’s a New Century

Now I’m out of the penitentiary
I’m a new man and its a new century
It’s not enough to light a light
These are the dark ages tonight

Gone are the empresses and emperors
Conquistadors, colonists, and conquerors
Gone are the barbarians and villains
Khan, the Hun, and the murderers of millions

But the worst is yet to come
The worst is yet to come

Gone are the third and fourth estates
Gone are the enemies of the states
Gone are the rebels and anti-heroes
Ivan and all the other Terribles and Neros

The worst is yet to come
The worst is yet to come
When’s it going to come?
Where's it going to come from?
Track Name: Raise The Flag
Raise The Flag

My son, though you’re not old enough to vote
Pack your bag and get on the boat
In the name of freedom and peace
There’s a job for you overseas
Here’s a butter knife bayonet
And a wet tourniquet
Mind the fireworks overhead
And don’t step on the dead

We’ll patrol the skies and control the seas
Then we’ll scorch the earth and torch the trees
We will burn the fields and the factories
Then we’ll take the towns and seize cities
When everybody is on their knees
Then we’ll raise our flag and we’ll all be free

My son, though you’re not old enough to drink
There is no time to think
It’s a season of falling leaves
And grown men on their knees
There are submarines full of seas
There are parachutes full of trees
Mice and men that despise the trench
‘Cause they can’t stand the stench

We’ll patrol the skies and control the seas
Then we’ll scorch the earth and torch the trees
We will seize the radios and TVs
Then we’ll outlaw these insurgencies
And when everybody is on their knees
Then we’ll raise the flag; we’ll all be free

In the name of democracy
In the name of the land of the free
In the name of liberty
In the name of justice and peace
When everybody is on their knees
We will raise the flag and we’ll all be free
Track Name: Future People
Future People

We’re superheroes, we’re crazy cartoons, with blow-up minds.
This dreadful century seems better than ruins and ends of time.
So send us a sign…
‘Cause the present is unprecedented, the president is mad.
It’s impossible to predict if we will be moms or dads.

Future heroes, of post-postmodern times, should we slow?
Future heroes, break the laws of time, and let us know how we can grow.
Is our rate of reproduction enough to lose
Our taste for deconstruction, driving and booze?

Future people, we’ve blood on our hands, and in our hearts,
Are sinking feelings, its too late to end, too soon to start, making plans.
‘Cause the present is unprecedented, the minister’s mad.
There’s too much disinformation to tell how bad we’ve been had?

Future people
People
Have you damages
Have you got bandages
Have you got men and women for the managers of the pain management?
Track Name: Gambling Bill
Gambling Bill

First I thought he was doing really great
‘Cause he got a little sun and he lost a little weight
His beard’s gone gray but his hair is thin
He said his stocks are going down but his team is winning
His suit’s pretty sharp but it needs to be cleaned
His fingernails are dirty and they’re stained with nicotine
He’s lost his breath and he’s looking around to find it
Clearing his throat as if it might remind him

Gambling Bill
Bet it all on thirteen
The winner takes all
And the dealer has a queen

He’s all invested in Internet companies
But there isn’t any interest so there isn’t any money
He’s sleeping in the park and taking LRTs
Getting all jacked up on coffee and smoking like a fiend
He’s lost his breath and he’s looking around to find it
Making gruesome gestures to whoever is behind him
Laying his head on his elbow for a dream
Waking in a dreadful disposition on a guillotine

Gambling Bill
Took financial advice
From the fool on the hill
Who said, “Play it on the dice.”
Now he’s ready to roll
Over the hill
It’s a long way down
But he hasn’t hit the bottom yet

So Art Deco dumbwaiters go down to the cellars underground
From high rise skyscrapers and down to the low-lying parts of town
From high priced penthouses down to the brown stones boarded up
Gold-plated elevators go down to the dumps with the useless junk
Track Name: ABCDEFG
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Atomic Bombers Come Destroy Everything For Good
Azure Blue Clear Days Endless Foggy Gray
Able Bodies Ceased Deceased Enola F@#$ing Gay
Actors Bachelors Cab Drivers Entertainers Fathers Gone
Autos Busses Cities Dust Everything Finally Gone
Also Brothers Cousins Daughters Entire Families Gone
Absolute Body Counts Don’t Express Failure’s Gravity

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Anxious Boyish Curls Dreaming Endlessly For Girls
Angels Bury Cherubs Dressed Eternally For Graves
Apples Berries Cherries Decaying Earth’s Frozen Ground
All Because Compassion Doesn’t Eclipse Fear’s Greed
As Believers Curse Devils Evil Faces Good
Arsonists Bigots Cowards Dead Empty Fortunes Gained
Allah Buddha Christ Don Emerald Flowered Gowns

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