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Cells Planets

by Little Grey Girlfriend

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1.
Hold On 04:40
I say, to you, hold on, hold on. I say, to you, hold on, hold on. Push up gently through the pile... Hold on, hold on. Wading through digital lies, photo corrections, press conversations, so much sound, so much beautiful sound, instant and new, endless noises. Climbing up only on words... Hold on hold on hold on hold on Those are my songs, pretend none to masses. I walk with them, sleep with them. Hear me, dance with me, what are you doing? Why do you make this and show it off? Who are you, who are you painting for?
2.
Two small bananas, toothbrush, comb, crayons, her dog, slide boots, pillow, silver hairspray, ray gun on go, Bad, she’s bad, she’s bad, she’s so bad Bad! she’s bad, she’s bad, she’s so bad she’s bad, she’s bad, she’s soooooo bad she’s so bad, she’s so bad. Straps her pack up on her back walks out into clear air deciding, “Perfect day for spaceship riding, leaving all these spheres behind. Tired of being so small, don’t want to be little at all, I would rather be much taller like the monkey in the doll room. I’ll sphere bounce off universe walls until I crash and make them fall.” Walking through the door finding out there's more than more more than more, more than more, colors I have not seen before. Walking through the door finding out there's more than more, more than more, more than more, colors I have not seen before. Little grey girlfriend.... little grey girlfriend Stay away from holes. Wash your face and dry your clothes. Heaven knows, heaven knows, little girls are targets for foes. Stay away from holes. Wash your face and dry your clothes. Heaven knows, heaven knows, little girls are targets for foes. Little grey girlfriend...little grey girlfriend...little grey girlfriend...little grey girl friend
3.
Look, a bird, bubble gosling that I created in the bath as a painting on the side. Blasted gravity takes another life, first drags it down limp and unable to fly. Then separates the head from the body the mind from the heart the voice from the soul reason from control... Time pops bubbles kills energy and drowns even the most beautiful, the most beautiful. Time pops bubbles kills energy and drowns even the most beautiful, the most beautiful. This cement mixer includes no trees. Loss of voice walk many under tyranny. The hands long for heart’s creativity, but the body’s numb, sold to bureaucracy. Separate the head from the body the mind from the heart the voice from the soul reason from control... Reason from control... Time pops bubbles. Time pops bubbles kills energy and drowns even the most beautiful, the most beautiful.
4.
Bells 04:29
There are bells and birds and chimes and children, a man playing water glasses for them. They go on and on. I go on and on, but I can’t hear them because I’m not good enough to live by the park. In the maze the maze the maze the maze, I, In the maze the maze the maze the maze, I tricked ya. I’m not crazy. I just want to live by the park… There’s a world that’s made up of the others, singing melodies handed down with a spoon. They go on and on. I go on and on, but I can’t sing with them because I’m not good enough to live by the park. In the maze, I, I tricked ya. I’m not crazy. I just want to live by the park… There are bells and birds and chimes and children, a man playing water glasses for them. They go on and on. I go on and on, but I can’t hear them.
5.
Mary watches over the southwestern yellow line, southwestern yellow line. She sees the slapping foul-mouthed fools, Spinning stainless steel, beneath expensive cars, obsessed with being beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. She sees the good old women and men, who came far to be here, not treated as the tribe’s wise, but as ready-made dinners and doormats, and doormats, and doormats. The beautiful little kids, playing in any neighborhood. Any fence post becomes a jail and pile of leaves becomes a nest. This is nothing like my old neighborhood, But Mary loves us for the lawn ornaments that make her up: faded plastic tributes to her and her son… Paper trash floats like angels around the statues of Mary. It doesn’t make much sense, but it feels alright, feels alright, But Mary loves us for the lawn ornaments that make her up: faded plastic tributes to her and her son…
6.
Big deposit, broke really, I’m staring at tile ceiling. Two people, checking, in scrubs for my wristband thing. It’s scary, so scary, so all that I can think to see, is circulating snake city, going around. Around… Make it down the steps to doors, always sliding out. Never run, make it down. I see the snake without tail or head, never ending worm, ever circulating train, going around again. Around… Make it down the steps to doors, always sliding out. Never run, make it down. Stuck in that, beautiful, colorful, cardboard compartment, my own cereal box world. Packed tightly, beside the other small boxes on the shelf, the shelf keeps going around. Big deposit, broke really, I’m staring at tile ceiling. Two people, checking, in scrubs for my wristband thing. It’s scary, so scary, so all that I can think to see is circulating snake city going around. Around…
7.
Party People 03:43
Party people out… Out to find some sex, fancy clothes and fancy shoes and dance dance dance dance. Nothing matters to mad hatters. Pass the cheese and pass the wine and laugh laugh laugh laugh! They’ve got so many places to go, and their way, they pretend they don’t know, of the people they pass, who don’t have a home… Party people… Somebody has got to have a heart. This city is sick and it’s tearing me apart. Without money, you can’t make a start. If you’re not dripping with money, you can’t make a start. Party people out… Out to find some sex, fancy clothes and fancy shoes and dance dance dance dance. Nothing matters to mad hatters. Pass the cheese and pass the wine and laugh laugh laugh laugh! They’ve got so many places to go, and their way, they pretend they don’t know of the people they pass, who don’t have a home…
8.
So far away far away So far away far away, when all will shine and all will play hey. The stars will open up and all will be tiny pieces of galaxy, reflected in you and me... Cells, planets, same thing... Bright electric lights on all the leaves, and everything growing from a tree, water’s blood, and roots are veins. I don’t know you but I like you, I don’t know you but I miss you, I don’t know you but I need you... The smallest is the biggest thing and in all the world the love is the love from me to you... I don’t know you but I like you, I don’t know you but I miss you, I don’t know you but I need you...
9.
We’ve got to make money. We’ve got to prove to our families, we’re not crazy, not lazy, not crazy. Oh they’ve got it all wrong… We’ve got to see clearly. We are unique entities, irrational actions of a meaningless force, what we accept for fear of loss. Oh we’ve got it all wrong… Forget about the music my son. Forget about your own creations. Forget about the beauty my son. Live blindly, numbly, for money. We’ve got to discuss what’s true. We’re asking, “Who owns you?” Market monster’s eyes light up when there’s distress. There’s profit in chaos. Oh they’ve got it all wrong… Tearing soldiers limb from limb, money, more money for them! One day, my son, you must buy yourself a house and have lawn mowers and breakfast cups, babies and boxes of crap, lots of boxes of crap in your attic, for no particular reason at all, intimidation of a list of distractions, to keep you going, lots of props: a mirage, just a mirage, a mirage, just a gridded mirage.
10.
Lullaby 02:36
Sleep, baby sleep. Dream, baby dream. Baby’s sitting on a rocking chair out in the tree. Don’t let the wind blow… Dreaming about finding another tiny floating piece, to dance with, to complete, what he needs, to break off another growing piece. Can’t hide, can’t find love, can’t hide, can’t find, can’t hide, lost. Run… Sleep, baby sleep. Dream, baby dream. Baby’s sitting in a rocking chair out in the tree. Don’t let the wind blow my baby from me.
11.
Radio 03:16
There was a paper doll. Her name was Marguerite. She used to walk to school, and on her way, she’d pick up her friend, Her best friend, her best friend. His name was Lionel. He was a tin soldier, but he was made of wax. They had the best time in the world, that boy and that girl, that boy and that girl. They had the radio on. They had the radio on. All they needed was the radio on. The music that one day they would really know, all they needed was each other and their radio. A lot of time went by, they got a little bit older. He said, “I’ve gotta wage this war.” She said, “You’re waging it with yourself, no one else, yourself.” He said, “Screw this. I’m out. I got my radio on. I got my radio on. All I need is my radio on. I don’t need no friends and I don’t need no place to go. All I need is my radio.” So Marguerite learned how to put on her own paper clothes, walked out that door, and sat alone. She said, “I wish I never fell in love, this I know, but at least I have the open road and my radio.” They had the radio on. They had the radio on. All they needed was the radio on. The music that one day they would really know, all they needed was each other and their radio…
12.
Family business, early marriage, swore for years, “No way.” With no intention, stuck in tradition, and the cycle stays. You think that you have enough to make your world, but fear then gets control, so you sit still. Growing into your mother’s pearls, after clawing at your neck, self doubt, no way out, probabilities in the deck. You dreamed you’d push and reach to fly away, but it is safe and warm, where you are today. Don’t let fear win over your fate.

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Little Grey Girlfriend’s first full length album was made possible by winning Grand Prize in a Battle of the Bands Contest at The Cutting Room. Produced by the Education Through Music, the win granted them a full day of studio time at Indaba Studios in Queens, which launched the production of Cells Planets. The title track of Cells Planets has been arranged, covered and performed by the prestigious award-winning men’s choir Chanticleer, including an original music video and countless concert promotions.

Formed in 2006 by Erika Lloyd, a vocal performance and early music major, and Brad Whiteley, who has his Masters in Jazz Studies from Indiana University, Little Grey Girlfriend, is one of the most diverse bands to hit the Brooklyn music scene.

Often compared to pioneering greats like Regina Spektor, Bird and the Bee, and St. Vincent, Little Grey Girlfriend continues to draw audiences in with elements of classical music cleverly woven through pop, electronic, and rock beats: exploring a variety of sounds and instruments in their quirky, unique songwriting and dramatic range.

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released June 1, 2008

Erika Lloyd- Vocals and Trumpet
Brad Whiteley- Keyboard Instruments
Kenneth Salters- Drums
Peter Maness- Bass
Dan Delaney- Cello

Album Artwork- Erika Lloyd
Graphic Design- Philip Manning
Recorded By- Mantis Evar and Shawn Kimon

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