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Scambot 1

by Mike Keneally

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Ophunji’s ideology has messed with Scambot’s liberty! How dare he! How dare he!
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Hallmark 04:44
What did you see? Can you remember? Fever gripped your baby head. Can you recall a stately procession of dinosaurs, cats, God’s seahorse, your favorite ball? What did you think when the dinosaurs joined forces and staged a little passion play at the foot of your bed? Shake off the sweat which gathered in your slippers when fever gripped your baby head. Baby baby set my soul on fire, look at me You and brother do not have to worry ‘bout a thing I’ll bring the kandy korn that rights the wrong existence That less elegant reality which don’t make nobody sing These will be our clothes for walking ‘round in the night air. If life’s a joke, it’s very very good. But if you were to make starbursts in the air... Bless the little children. Flow, you should. Flowers, flowers – try again! In London’s towers cry again. So on you go, forgetting all your passwords. I ran so fast, you ran so far. Let’s run away, let’s fly to Spain, let’s eat a clam, let’s buy a car. I ran so fast, you ran so far. This is no last hurrah. We ran so fast, we’ve come so far. Make your world of string and paper, send it past the rooftops. Dance into it, not glance into it. Boldly advance into it. Leave your footprints in the sound of windchimes.
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Chee 04:43
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Tomorrow 01:57
T o M o R rrrr OWWWW! Planets collide and I will preside T o M o R rrrr OWWWW! I decorate the walls where your consciousness resides T o M o R rrrr OWWWW! How do I make you feel this (and why do I want to?) T o M o R rrrr OWWWW! (a twist of my portable polyhedral dial and) Yes, I will try harder Yes, I will allow this to come through Now I must work smarter Look, I see myself! I’m 16.2 feet in front of myself I see my face, I see my arm – it’s doing that wiggly wiggly beckoning-finger thingy at me I’ll heed my call, O T o M o R rrrr OWWWW! T o M o R rrrr OWWWW! (a tweak of my mechanized equinoctial dial and) Eagles dive from a cloud and Eagles biting the crowd and All heads bust out bleeding! Bleeding! Bleeding!
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Listening to vinyl Eating an apple Walking in circles If I get ambitious I’ll work on the dishes Walking from room to room Cat Bran Sammich There you go again Refusing to believe in my death and rebirth by cat Refusing to believe that I flew from my bed in the cold eye of a deep blue twilight...fell screaming in the valley of cats. Taken to pieces, bit by bit, by thousands of claws and cat teeth. Their whiskers tickle my skin as it tears, and I lay there in thousands of pieces in the sleeping bellies of cats and they dream there, wonderful dreams about the portions of me they had had. Their dream balloons floating in the sky above them. Their dream balloons bump into each other and fuse and I am reconstructed whole from their dreaming and I fly fleeing from their foul, howling mews. Cat Bran Sammich. There you go again. Refusing to believe that you’re not entitled to an opinion.
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You Named Me 02:48
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...most marvelous lie our culture has handed down! An opinion must be earned! But no one has time or inclination – it’s too seductive and American to semi-absorb one distorted factoid related by a cripplingly biased observer and presume that you know all there is to know, and thus armed with your ignorant, malformed, and sacred opinion, pound on your computer and spread your virus instantly, spanning hemispheres in the blink of an eye, where it can join forces with the countless other chunks of bullshit putrefying like undigested pieces of me in a cat. (Nice to think that all the pieces of me could fuse into truth. But I wouldn’t bet the farm on that. Cat Bran Sammich, there you go again. Cat Bran Sammich, there you go again. Campground Sammy, there you go again. Refusing to believe in my death and rebirth by cat.)
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Saturate 02:36
Scambot: I fall. Everyday, I fall. And I’m tall. Tall as a sprawled, mauled... Kootch: Let all that poison leak out of you. It murders you on your feet. You don’t need darkness and doubt in you. Scambot: I have this thought, friend. I need a blunt pen... 1- Get more ambitious and less pretentious. 2- Stop doing crack. 3- Free your mind and breathe ten times. Oh. Make your dreams manifest, oh. Oh. Oh. Let’s run to the water; I have a thought too! Let’s go to the water; that’s where we’re brought to! If that’s where we should go, well I’d go! We don’t we just go! Oh! We will saturate the world with with with with with with We will saturate the world with with with with with with AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME Scambot: Oh! I’m struck with horrible doubt! Kootch: Whaddya know – I am too! Scambot and Kootch: We know just what we should do! Let’s go into this bar!
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M 00:51
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Cold Hands 02:49
Cold hands Cold hands I knew a girl with cold hands She was rich She made hay in the Bahamas Five weeks stoned on a throne of chrome She learned little from the llamas But she was foursquare, elastique, rampant...blist’rin’... stone fantastique. Cold hands Cold hands Cold hands I knew a girl with gold hands Stole my soul Rode us down the river Demons gnawin’ at all our bones But one thing makes the devil shiver ‘Cause she was foursquare, elastique, rampant...blist’rin’... stone fantastique. A smiling older couple claps on 1 and 3 during the instrumental section. It is very sweet actually. Cold hands Cold hands I knew a girl with cold hands Now she’s mist Vapor’d way into the ether France or Finland, I don’t know Shoulda knowed a toad like me would never keep her But she was hardcore...big fun...way deep...snake tongue... foursquare...elastique...rampant...blist’rin’... Stone fantastique.
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Foam 01:41
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The Brink 00:53
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Inclement hobo Statewide hobo Untrammeled hobo In stars: din-din Then, orange rowboat Planetwide din. Outlandish hobo! Pin, pin. Sins of childhood Sins of faith As of piled wood As waif is wraith Frozen hobo On a whim Death planet logo I spy big pins Can’t go no higher Don’t have no hope Intrepid whiner Got no rope This fluckin’ hobo This fluckin’ kid I speak of childhood! What you did! Oh, oh Planet logo No, no, no, no, no Stone’s throw from no-go Aii! Aii! Who let you try nuts? You’ll never know. Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho. A key question in the study of human consciousness is whether its structure is unitary or distributed, ie., whether it has local serial or distributed parallel access to the contents of the working memory. Are we conscious of one thing at a time, with attentional scanning over the contents of the stream of consciousness, or are we able to monitor a broad range of neural signals simultaneously? Demons dangling squarely from a tree. Wombat but-a-yearning to be free. Facial tics inflaming entropy. Bricolage and opals on the floor. Iridescent panthers maiming four. Fantasy fish, ticks forevermore... Life is too small to hold them all. Burning, flucking falling to the ground. Rats who gathered, vibing to the sound of burning, flucking falling to the ground. Pismo Beach, a raft, a windy day Cosmo came and cars were blown away Infants, screaming, laughed as if to say: Life is too small to hold them all. Sticks from trees that fall in gutter mud. Cooking shows with vats retaining blood then bursting with a gratifying thud. I, ‘midst crows and peacocks, sipping wine You, effective hobo, strength’ning spine Flapping, flucking, foot and foot entwine Life is too small to hold them all. I and I entwined. I and I entwined. I and I entwined. I and I entwined. I and I entwined. I and I entwined. Life is too small.
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Behind the door Behind the door Ahhhh ahhh ahhh Ahhh ahhhhh ahhhh’ahh Ahhh’hh ahh’hhh ahh
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Gita 12:10
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DaDunDa 04:29
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** This special Bandcamp edition of the album includes a fun digital booklet! **

Calling the first volume of Mike Keneally's Scambot trilogy “ambitious” might be understating things a bit. For five years Mike held it close to his heart as his main project, employing nine engineers and many musicians at six studios.

“We devoted intense energy to every second of the album,” says Mike. “There is a plot, and a bunch of characters. The CD booklet contains a very long story I wrote which lays out all of the action. Musically speaking, it’s about two-thirds instrumental. It encompasses a little bit of straightforward-ish rock and pop, a lot of rigorous composition and arrangement, some obsessively intricate vocal and instrumental harmonies, some improvisation which has been orchestrated, some digitally-manipulated musique concrete, some purely uncategorizable stuff and, I think, some of the most interesting melodies I’ve come up with. It is a peculiar album but I think very satisfying as a journey, and emotionally it hits a lot of different moods.”

And here’s another clue for you all: Scambot 1, Mike adds, is “dedicated to anyone who still listens to entire albums with their headphones on.”

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released June 15, 2009

Producer: Mike Keneally

Musicians (in alphabetical order - see individual song notes for more specific info):
Bryan Beller - bass
Ruud Breuls - trumpet
Co de Kloet - vocals, creative catalyst
Evan Francis - saxophone/clarinet/flute
Leo Jansen - tenor sax
Murk Jiskoot - percussion
Jesse Keneally - vocals
Mike Keneally - vocals, electric guitars, keyboards, bass guitar, drums
Marco Minnemann - drums
Rick Musallum - wah-wah guitar
Marc Scholten - alto sax
Peter Tiehuis - guitar
Herman van Haaren - electric violin
Bart van Lier - trombone
Arno van Nieuwenhuizen - drums
Joe Travers - drums
Hans Vroomans - acoustic and electric piano

Chief engineer: Mike Harris

Additional engineering: Tom Trefethen, Marco Minnemann, Gert Jan van der Dolder, Frank Mathijssen, Scott Chatfield, Sam Orbec, Lyle Workman, Mike Keneally

Studios: Chatfield Manor, Tar Central, Remora Recorders, Seacoast Studios, MCO Netherlands, The Rec Room

Mastering engineer: John Golden, with J.J. Golden

Executive Producer: Scott Chatfield

All songs by Mike Keneally
(c) 2009 Spen Music BMI


Art and Design by Atticus Wolrab
Additional art by Mike Keneally
Stills from “Hallmark” video directed by Nick Conedera

Story, original characters and puppets created by Mike Keneally

Thanks to (amongst many other friends at these companies) Michael McGregor, Alex Perez and John Walker at Charvel; David Lienhard at Dean Markley; Doug Marhoffer at Digi-Tech; Scott Shiraki at Dunlop; Scott Ferrara at EMG; Bill Cummiskey and Tony Franklin at Fender; Brian McDonald at Jackson; Linda Pritchard and Randy Fuchs at Moog Music; Paul Rivera and Paul Rivera Jr. at Rivera Amplification; Roger K. Smith at Source Audio; and Bob Borbonus, Katrina Horstman and Brian Swerdfeger at Taylor Guitars.

Love and gratitude to Sarah Crochet, Jesse Keneally, Scott Chatfield, Mike Harris, Josephine Keneally and my entire family, Scott Thunes (for dis- liking the first Scambot comic I did), Greg Kucharo (a very nice man who sanctioned the use of his name in the story), Paul Green (for the Bhagavad Gita), Claudia Russell, Steve Laub, Nick Conedera, Dave Foster, Mike Krew- itsky, Matt Resnicoff, Co de Kloet, Brendon Small, Henry Kaiser, Dave Gregory, Andy Partridge, Layne Ster- ling, Jon Kanis, Pieter van Hoogdalem, Steve Vai, Kurt Vonnegut, Steve Gore, everyone who helped make this album, and you.

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Mike Keneally San Diego, California

Mike Keneally has been a lot of things in his 35 year career: stunt guitarist/keyboardist, singer/songwriter, orchestral composer, producer, music director, painter, and more. After getting his start in Frank Zappa’s legendary 1988 big band, Keneally released his first solo album hat. in 1992. Since then he has released dozens more and is working on a new double album.

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