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White House Lawn

by Lars Jensen

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1.
When the word gets around in the neighborhood that you're back in town and up to no good I would love to be a fly on the wailing wall when they find you talkin 'bout those things you saw go ahead oh they'll listen go ahead What did they show you on that night when they came to the farm with a buzz and a light did they say you will be a lightning rod if you breathe a word about them and the gods? so go ahead go ahead as in I might care it's not as if, you know, I wouldn't dare if the time is right you will see me there but not until the White House Lawn look there they are on your little screen you can click and they're gone just like any bad dream but let me know if you find something good I'm well connected in Hollywood go ahead I'll be your agent go ahead just like Shirley MacLaine they'll follow you with an air of disdain but you'll hold your head up and stake your little claim front row seat on the White House Lawn
2.
Jonas are you seein’ your son and hearin’ what he’s said? He says they come for him at night in dreams We’ve heard it all before brother but now it’s gettin’ worse It’s dark and dirty where they go don’t you know? he’s Talkin’ to the Turks talked it over with the grandfather may his soul find peace he didn’t have a hopeful word to say he said there’s only lies to come and the boys will fall head first you’d better save that son of yours from this curse he’s Talkin’ to the Turks you know they kill your dignity he said they steal your seeds and sow them on a foreign soil to mingle with the weeds Jonas, pray to all the gods your son does not succumb or we might all be taken slave imagine falling to your knees where all this evil lurks we would lose our souls and more they'd turn your wife into a whore without a chance to even the score and who knows what they'll take for their gods? he’s Talkin’ to the Turks
3.
in the time after the turn of the century I remember the day we saw a broadcast from the whitest company spinned oh just by the way (when it came time) he announced there’d been a little gaffe (and what he said) by now, will sure induce a laugh (but even then) they added later that some staff had been released they had been replaced and now this: you need to buy another family truck and this little burger only cost a buck get this trashy look or you’ll be outta luck take a seat at the coliseum and Send in the Lions They ran a clip – the black mustache and noxious fumes we could all relate before you know it he’d have instruments of doom and it would be too late (then recall the time) when the brother of the candidate (just in time) made a promise to insure his fate (so he could stand) and refuse to capitulate to them who called us infidels and now this: you need to buy another family truck and this little burger only cost a buck get this trashy look or you’ll be outta luck take a seat at the coliseum and scream for blood don’t it make you feel so good? There goes the neighborhood Send in the Lions
4.
glanced at the calendar as I rose to start this day it was blank where they tell if today's a holiday but I'll wager even money there's a backwater somewhere celebrating its day of liberation picture smiles in the streets the only arms are flesh and blood when the tyrant's day is history flowers sprouting from his mud let it never be forgot that we have met on battle lines you and I will set aside this time I proclaim this day our independence day when we agreed not to lean and began instead to sway we can shout from the roof we set each other free on this day on Independence Day I declare there's a truce and the peace talks are begun we will shed no more blood no more tears for this one the old order is gone but the borders can't be drawn 'til we stand on all four feet all the heroes and the traitors all the fools aboard this ship will give something to their children to commemorate this trip into battle about the victories and the ones we were bound to lose they're bound to hear the bitter side 'til it dawns on us we can choose let it never be forgot we might meet again on battle lines would it dawn on us we could choose to proclaim each day our Independence Day when we agree not to lean and decide instead to sway we could shout from the roof we set each other free on this day on Independence Day
5.
Bitter Wine 04:03
come hear a tale of faithless hearts the like you've heard before for why there've been so many such stories and always will be more this cheat this coward stole my heart my time and seed my dough while her roving eyes set on my friend I was the last to know the Bitter Wine I drink today could be my lasting choice to join the pack of wary dogs and only in a victory, to rejoice is it this or the other way? not one of us can say I repeated to her once his curious remark when I’d just mentionied her name "well such luck for you!" well much later I'd know the nature of the game How little I saw tho she froze in fright She could not speak a word But still I laughed it off and the kindest cut is the one I never heard the Bitter Wine I drink today could be my final pledge to be drunk with power is the way of life and love is just one more kind of bondage is it this or the other way? the Bitter Wine the Bitter Wine the Bitter Wine I drink today for now a toast not one of us can say
6.
Face Up 04:11
it's a night of the impending storm so batten down the windows maybe tonight you could make a score you could take a chance but still those friends who take a dim view of how you might play your cards could siphon off your steam 'til you can't lay down your guard it makes no difference what you do tonight 'cause it's out of fashion to stand and fight now say you don't care just once will do and you're one step closer to something you would hate if you only could Face Up our town's full of pits to fall into all dressed up like a tart, it's calling you hands you a drink and a line and guarantees swallow this you will soon be on your knees let's go out now and meet the devil let's go out and see what's new if you would follow me to heaven you'll take a detour down here too it makes no difference what you do tonight 'cause it's out of fashion to stand and fight now say you don't care just once will do and you're one step further from something you'd really crave if you only could Face Up let's go out now and meet the devil offer pity to the cursed if you would follow me to heaven we've got a detour down here first It makes no difference what you do tonight 'cause it's out of fashion to stand and fight now say you don't care if you only could Face Up Face Up to it now Face Up Face Up Face Up Face Up to it
7.
Manny drives the range most days ‘cos someone’s gotta go if you and I want somethin’ tasty on the grill I seen him in the diner just yesterday He told me “mac, there’s somethin’ I just got to spill” I could see it in his eyes what i heard could not be lies turned his ruddy face to porcelain white another dead steer’s what he’d found and just like last year’s in Jasperstown he said there was not a goddamn drop of blood in sight how about you? do you just go on about the weather? how about you? while you see the rain pourin’ down? how about you? if you ever give it time to sink in with another way of thinkin’ you might notice Blinkin’ Lights comin’ into view how about you? now, Manny’s got a kid in school that’s why I changed his name but it doesn’t change the story I was told he’s on pins and needles about what he thinks might get into print and what god forbid they see fit to withhold they’ll paint him as a fool ‘cause he never finished school how they’d love to say his tears are just for show the sheriff brought his camera but never took a shot I guess he thought it better we don’t know
8.
A Fine Time 06:16
there's moment when you notice with a more discerning ear what they say doesn't quite reflect the facts that have leaked out this year did you see the report of the frozen guy from ten thousand years ago? if he carried a message we're not supposed to hear do you think they'd let us know? no way it's A Fine Time to tell us and A Fine Time to hear that somebody way back in our people's time made the choice in favor of fear for all of us I would like to introduce to you this friend and his life's work he's unlocked the words of the people who built the first cities on the earth it all started with the story that most of us heard of the so-called giants in those days who were on the earth so the story goes but where in the other days where they? it's A Fine Time to tell us and A Fine Time to hear that somebody way back in our people's time made the choice in favor of fear for all of us If a way could be found to thaw this guy out and to let his voice be heard would you listen to all he says he knew and think it's all absurd? now the tales in the shadows have a different cast we won't call them gods today but those black-headed folks said they learned all they knew from them and it's all set down in the clay it's A Fine Time it’s A Fine Time it’s A Fine Time to hear
9.
What if I told you If you don’t love me I will jump? or if I looked you straight in the eye and said, you blink it once and I’ll be gone I’ll be gone if the question smells fishy, take another whiff it can only be answered right on the Edge of the Cliff it’s a long way down what’s that insurance agent’s number? if you want to push me off push me off maybe a big old fish net would do the trick or Superman could swoop down and catch me but only if you can manage to think real fast on the Edge of the Cliff the slightest breeze might catch me off balance and a hurricane, for that matter is pretty hard to resist pretty hard you could pray that the westerlies give enough lift or just admit that we spend our whole lives on the Edge of the Cliff
10.
Milk Hill 04:43
Ted Potts looked out on a stormy morning across the downs just beneath Milk Hill and he stood a moment in wonder and dread said Kathy we'll have visitors many today he woke his friend on the force in town who arrived without his rain boots on and advised Ted by the no trespassing sign take their names, and their cash after all good sir it's your land at twelve o'clock as the news had spread with the aircraft buzzing on overhead Mr Potts they cried it's eight hundred feet wide and the largest display anyone has yet seen his anger welled and he stood amazed they waited as he searched for a phrase who would do this to me? I'll take them to task they just laughed and said none with red blood in their veins could ever make such a miracle appear just overnight there were no footprints here so embrace the mystery this will be history when we know how all these circles are made among the crowd a wily Welsh lad who had made the claim as some others had that this kind was their handiwork said in this case I cannot see how one night would ever suffice who could ever make such a miracle appear in one rainy night? who could engineer four hundred nine all exquisitely laid? I wish I knew how all these circles were made well Ted looked down at the swirling stems then all across New Jerusalem the cameras caught him down on his knees as he wordlessly prayed for a blessed release and presently he rose to his feet resolved to let the enigma be and though doubt remained with him he'd smile and forever refrain from addressing the matter again who could ever make such a miracle appear in one rainy night? who could engineer four hundred nine all exquisitely laid? whoever can say how all these circles are made? how these circles are made? so embrace the mystery this will be history when we know why all these circles are made
11.
sister and brother meet on a harvest day beating burning the grain and the sun she tells about her husband she say he brought her tears today and the last four nights he’s been with the other one all these children are mine more glory to god he can plead with the weight of a race the brother knows if she never speaks it’s because of the victory in disgrace a man and a beast meet out there in the crowded place pacing posing the horns and the knife and blood will flow as in seems like every case where the debt’s to be paid with a life to slay as an art for the honor we gain there must be heroes to admire but who might be appeased who might take the pain is not left for us to inquire what makes you think you can say it’s just Another World? well who are you to judge anyway it’s just Another World on a darkened street a man and his brother meet to exchange what they need or desire anticipation builds and desparate for the thrills sooner or later one or the other becomes a liar then the other is dead or in a hospital bed because the bargain could never be kept we all felt the shame but the laws stayed the same some have tried while the rest of us slept

about

Taking refuge in a succession of artistic comfort zones, and finally escaping each one with his palette enhanced, Lars has devoted himself relentlessly to the ideal of the committed dilettante. Sometimes, he daydreams about a shooting arcade where the targets are listeners who insist that artists belong in pigeonholes, but in brighter moments, he’ll expound for hours on the virtues of one form or another of traditional music, still dismissing all notions of stylistic purity in an age of instant access to all recordings. Given a reliable supply of dark-roasted coffee and sweetened carbohydrates, he can rise at any hour.

“Why so fussy?” ask his fellow songwriters.
“Ear candy,” grumble the composers at that other café.

Richard Thompson, Joni Mitchell and Elvis Costello provided inspiration for many a chameleonic recording artist’s battle plans – including Lars’ – but among songwriters, extended detours into such artistic black holes as Music Theory/Composition major and Balinese Gamelan musician(1) are still rare, thankfully. He found those experiences rewarding, even exhilarating, yet, all the while suspecting he’d eventually decide to abandon much of the neural rewiring they’d required. As Picard was once a Borg.

“Here he comes with the shoehorns again,” lament the other gamelan devotees. ;^)

When not admonishing his young guitar students(2) that 3 follows immediately after 2, and frequently precedes 4, Lars can be found indulging his habit of collecting and performing on vintage acoustic stringed instruments – usually mandolins – a refreshing contrast countering the persistent pull of his primary programming – the electric rock guitar thing. He often passes time reading books about fairy tales, and other anomalous history.

Long aware that his erratic tastes make him a dubious musical collaborator, Lars abandoned the collective band method(3), and began creating as a multi-instrumental solo artist. He’s got a bouzouki – and knows how to use it! – also a library of instrument samples. He does enlist help from other musicians, however, when the songs call for it, and is quite comfortable performing most of these songs solo, too; just one voice/one instrument.

Bespeaking of those helpful musicians, White House Lawn features three talented friends who also contributed to Lars' debut CD, Fate of the Titans - plus several more new ones (credits below), most mentionably veteran drummer Prairie Prince (The Tubes, The Starship, Todd Rundgren, XTC).

His separation trauma after leaving San Francisco almost completely healed, Lars has resided in the megalopolis known as Shanghai for five years now. He finds it quite entertaining, actually, especialty whilst trying to keep track of the number of countries from which there are musicians with whom he’s performed Stand By Me. Time to notify the Guinness people, pretty soon now.

(1) Proud to have been a long-time member of Gamelan Sekar Jaya
(2) At several international schools in Shanghai
(3) After several ambitious, but marginally successful attempts, notably Done With Mirrors

credits

released October 10, 2011

Prairie Prince - drums 1, 3, 8, 10
Vladimir Khait - dumbek 2
Laura Scott - vocal 3, 8
Brent Lewellen - vocal 3, 5
Alan Cowell - pennywhistle 4
Tom Meshishnek - electric guitar 8, 11
Alain Milette - electric guitar, vocal 9
Knut Hansen - drums 9
Becca Smith - vocal 9
Serene Sunderland – vocal 10

Recorded and mixed at The Barnyard, San Francisco and Shanghai, except track 9 rhythm section recorded at Wujun's studio Shanghai
Mastering Engineer (+ assistance with mixing): Alain Milette
Photos: Molly Qinghua
Uncredited songs, performances, mixing and engineering, MIDI sequencing and design by Lars

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Lars Jensen 上海市, China

Wisconsin-bred, San Francisco-honed, now resides in Shanghai. Lyrics lament impoverishment of the fantastic and otherworldly, one hand open, the other curled. Rock electric guitar main axe, but eclectic without apologies, a rainbow of instruments on his palette. Prefers to till the still-fertile soils of popular music pre-mid-80s – shaded at times with colors from far-flung adopted cultures. ... more

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