Peace Bridge

by John Hovorka

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1.
Cloud 03:20
CLOUD by John Hovorka Under a cloud of suspicion A cloud of foul feelings A miasma an obscured location Like behind a locked door in a quiet subway station Who is locked in to their miasma? Who has locked up this miasma? Their drugged time of constant sorrow OK constant concern Constant commentary Forever clouded like a judgment Who was ODB? He was on the subway Known then unknown Loved then unloved Missed then forgotten Under a cloud of obscurity Sometimes a cloud of obscenity Obscured by clouds Neither side now I will not accept this judgment in a while I will not accept this judgment in a while But first I’m going out drinking On this cold night Obscured by judgment Under a cloud of suspicion You’d better find a cloud to love You’d better find a cloud to love You’d better find a cloud to love You’d better find a cloud to love Under a cloud of suspicion A cloud of foul feelings A miasma An obscured location Like behind a locked door in a very quiet subway station Who is locked in to their miasma? Their drugged time of constant sorrow Constant commentary Forever clouded Like a judgment Who was ODB? He was on the subway Known then unknown Loved then unloved Then missed then forgotten But first I’m going out drinking On this cold night Obscured by judgment You’d better find a cloud to love You’d better find a cloud to love You’d better find a cloud to love You’d better find a cloud to love Under a cloud of suspicion A cloud of foul feelings / GOTTA GET AWAY A miasma EVERY WORKING DAY An obscured location Like behind a locked door in a very quiet subway station Who was ODB? He was on the subway Known then unknown Loved then unloved Then missed then forgotten
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I‘M NOT A SCIENTIST by John Hovorka Revolt of the wavicle it will know better In this mythology and when it knows when this myth is spread it will be ascertained if it is alive or dead But don’t ask me I’m not a scientist Don’t ask me I’m not a scientist Don’t ask me I’m not a scientist No You are making me scream, making me watch this, making me watch this Decisions of the hive mind are buzzing on this rising storm / you know I don’t believe it but so I hear This stupid hot water some island is in it But I can’t see it from here Nor can I understand why you care I’m not a scientist I’m not a scientist Don’t ask me I’m not a scientist / I’m not a scientist I’m not a scientist Social rationale of the week The rebellion that gets constantly forgotten And the color of its decline is unsteady Versus the consensus That is trashed within the hive mind Your puppets raise it up Like a fetish object yet again How do I watch this? How do I watch this? Your puppets raise it up Like a fetish object yet again How do I watch this? How do I watch this? I'm not a scientist I'm not a scientist Don’t ask me I’m not a scientist I’m not a scientist I’m not a scientist Not a scientist Revolt of the wavicle it will know better In this mythology and when it knows when this myth is spread / It will be ascertained If it is alive or dead if it is alive or dead Don’t ask me I’m not a scientist Don’t ask me I’m not a scientist Don’t ask me I’m not a scientist I’m not a scientist, no, no I’m not a scientist, no, no I’m not a scientist, no, no
3.
THE INDUSTRIAL WAY by John Hovorka They are dumping black liquids out of large pipes into a huge lake It is the industrial way Preferably they say in some other country far away Don’t ask me to explain my attraction to this mess Steel mills pop up on long Eurasian steppes If you want to build something, anything Then you will have to break some eggs And to buy the final products is like paying to break someone’s legs Because the workers jump out of the industrial dormitory windows Not to prove a point They won’t be there to see that photo op After they die from their fall But perhaps the mined out loess With its increasingly rare earth Has it the worst of all I allegedly talked with the evil industrialists To buy supplies from them I talked to them on the phone Paper goods suppliers with their trees, not so nice But the chemical companies’ service reps Made me feel right at home Because they are dumping black liquids out of large pipes into a huge lake It is the industrial way Preferably they say in some other country far away Preferably they say in some other country far away Preferably they say in some other country far away
4.
Machine Beer 03:09
Machine Beer There is a fine house on the hill All waiting and ready For a man whose intentions are clear And whose gaze is steady And I have heard of such a place Whose gates are open to those sincere But I’d rather be a big fat liar Chokin’ down machine beer The parties there were good For those who feel normal They drank fine wine Get me a funnel! Then tell me “from a distance” Of your good intention And I will be a character Of less than one dimension But after all the wine is gone I will shed no tear “Cause I’d rather be down on the street Chokin’ down machine beer Machine beer / Fresh, bold Machine beer / Ice, Cold Machine beer / Low Price Machine beer it’s so nice! I throw the empties in the trash ‘Cause I’m a good citizen Don’t wanna end up In a holding pen Because there is no future in eating hot Beefaroni from a can That machine stands there And that is not the plan I wanna be in a special place Where billionaires run free But ‘til that day comes Machine beer’s all right for me Machine beer / Fresh and bold Machine beer / Ice Cold Machine beer / Low Price Machine beer it’s so nice!
5.
CHANGE OF STATUS by John Hovorka Noses pushed against the glass Half a million strong A tired waiting throng Wondering what went wrong Wondering what went wrong They have waited for it too And they don’t know what to do Amongst the chosen few Next time allowed to go… Next time allowed to go… The creaking of the boat, the splashing of the water, the cries of the passengers stuck in their cramped quarters Far too many rhymes For too many times There was a time There was a time For St. John’s Infirmary Blues, And for Stormy Weather, And take me to the river, and for I’m Going Down and for I Don’t Know Why But the creaking of the boat, the splashing of the water, the cries of the passengers stuck in their cramped quarters But noses pushed against the glass Half a million strong A tired waiting throng Wondering what went wrong Wondering what went wrong They waited for it too Amongst the chosen few Next time allowed to go But the creaking of the boat, the splashing of the water, the cries of the passengers stuck in their cramped quarters
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Zero Sum Game When two plus two is five And the point of things is dead, not alive Day to day I’m onto it No matter how I strive Just do the math Opportunities cut in half You take your part I’ll take mine Precisely torn in half But there is no point in being this way It’s a zero sum game But there is no point in being this way It’s a zero sum game The last kid on the block Says it is a lock Out of town, feeling down Need math rock Or cubist jazz It’s got what no one else has Precisely keeping time Like a syncopated clock But there is no point in being this way It’s a zero sum game But there is no point in being this way It’s a zero sum game So sick of seeing minions Whose facts are all opinions Who say what they say just to say it When they might as well just about] spray it Yeah I’m so sick of seeing minions Whose facts are all opinions Who say what they say just to say it When they might as well just about spray it But there is no point in being this way It’s a zero sum game But there is no point in being this way It’s a zero sum game When two plus two is five And the point of things is dead, not alive Day to day I’m onto it No matter how I strive Just do the math Opportunities cut in half You take your part I’ll take mine Precisely torn in half
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Get A Job 01:37
GET A JOB By John Hovorka For maximum convenience And total control Still have a long way to go To the victor Goes the schmo Like a bitter pill the voice gets shrill the voice gets shrill the voice gets shrill Do not talk to these silent walls expensive to maintain with sensors and microphones and sheets of aluminum propped up on the barren plain Wherever they go forced march across the amazon valley forced march and the apple-dappled plateau oh oh Oh revolt don’t bother me oh revolt don’t bother me I'm am so sick of hearing about them Get a job yeah Get a job yeah Call and response like on an automated hotline Call and response like busted neurons For maximum convenience And total control Still have a long way to go To the victor goes the schmo Get rid of workers / Oh no Ger rid of workers / Oh no Get rid of workers / Oh no Don’t!
8.
THIS IS YOUR COUNTRY by John Hovorka This is your country sad and lonely until you tried to get there you tried to live there Bringing your light feeling your love overcoming your fears and answering their questions For extracting the oil an engineer has suggestions and recommendations yes recommendations Come hand in hand or then torn apart in a large car you both have come far The Lincoln is luxury but buzzards are hovering storm clouds lowering economies recovering Around and around then deep underground your hammers they pound without a sound heard from above without a care then gasping for air until no one is there The four lane roads again they hurt the fires go out so you're leaving this dirt. To a new country where economies recover you and your lover like buzzards you hover This is your country sadly and lonely until you tried to get there you tried to live there This is your country this is your country gasping for air until no one is there
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The Big One 04:18
The Road Of Death by John Hovorka Along the shore, across the sea And being who they appear to be Faces fresh, and well composed And whatever that may mean to me The message short and well received And whatever you may believe it to be It is said, without regret If it makes no sense, To those who view it sensibly Across the land, of waving grain, Feel their pain, expressed expressively They might attack, and won’t hold back They are as he wants them to be With no choice he is their voice When their music is heard vocally Or an instrument, they have been sent For the parts they feel instrumentally I don’t want to be here, all that much So out of touch except for things on TV And I don’t know, if it is so But I know, how it looks to me It’s the road of death, and I’m going down it It’s the road of death, and I’m going down it It’s the road of death, and I’m going down it Yeah, you just watch me, yeah! He’s in the air, he’s in the sky He’s landing here because it’s where he wants to be Impress the crowd, talk loud With emphasis exactly where he needs it to be His message clear, and never queer And always right, until you think a bit And ponder on, his well kept lawn And whoever he is keeping off of it I don’t want to be here, all that much Stay informed, about things on a screen I don’t know, if it is so But I can tell, when its meaning is mean It’s the road of death, and I’m going down it It’s the road of death, and I’m going down it It’s the road of death, and I’m going down it Yeah, you just watch me, yeah! It’s the road of death, and I’m going down it It’s the road of death, and I’m going down it It’s the road of death, and I’m going down it Yeah, you just watch me, yeah yeah yeah! It’s the...
10.
The Dawn of Mechanized Farming When your meat is someone else's poison And the rains are flooding in Your wasted time continues But all you ever do is win Yeah all you ever do is win Residual benefits are there As if in proof that you care You live your life in suspense As vegetation grows dense Vegetation grows dense It's the dawn of mechanized farming A tractor showing up in every yard It's the dawn of mechanized farming Why did life used to be so hard? When your poison is someone else's meat Please do take a seat You're nearly as untouched as a god Until you feel that cattle prod Until you feel that cattle prod It's the dawn of mechanized farming Silos popping up on every street It's the dawn of mechanized farming Why does that put me off my feed? In a field where your seed has spilled Whole continents and countries populate No, keep your head straight No, keep your head straight. It's the dawn of mechanized farming A combine parked on every blade of grass It's the dawn of mechanized farming Why does that make me want to kick some ass?
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Corporations 04:06
Corporations I can understand the beauty of it Things you acquire and how much you love it Then I find it hard, to even think of you Seen through the pain Of how much I love you Do corporations control what we think? I don’t have a clue, how the hell should I know Do corporations control what we think? You say, No. It’s not like you’re still talking to me Your life consists of new-found prosperity Desire mediated by financial wealth But heaven help you if you don’t help yourself Do corporations control what we think? I don’t have a clue, how the hell should I know Do corporations control what we think? You say, No. Way off track I confuse myself way off track I need to be with someone else no way back I need to be with someone else but you say, No. no way back I need to sleep with someone else but you say, No Way off track I confuse myself way off track I need to be with someone else no way back I need to be with someone else but you say, No. no way back I need to sleep with someone else but you say, No I can understand the beauty of it Things you acquire and how much you love it Desire mediated by financial wealth But heaven help you if you don’t help yourself Do corporations control what we think? I don’t have a clue, how the hell should I know Do corporations control what we think? You say, No.

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released March 7, 2018

John Hovorka - songs, vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, Fender bass, keyboards, drum machine

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John Hovorka New York

John Hovorka played guitar and bass guitar in bands first in Geneva NY but mostly in Boston then in New York City. After he started writing songs he was the leader of The 2x4's (1978 - 1980), then Noise Pencil (1982), Turbines (1983 - 1987), Hovorka (1988 - 2002), John Hovorka And The Dawn Of Mechanized Farming (DOMF) (2003 to the present), and he also released some solo albums. ... more

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