Art as a paradigm shifting tactic.
Brad Hamers
Forty&Eight
Label: Token Recluse Recordings
Format: Digital Single
Country: USA
Released: June 2010
Genre: Ghost-Hop, Art-Hop, Lo-Fi, Experimental
written, played, recorded and produced by Brad Hamers
mixed & mastered by PZ (Big Pauper)
Token Recluse Recordings
Forty&Eight
Label: Token Recluse Recordings
Format: Digital Single
Country: USA
Released: June 2010
Genre: Ghost-Hop, Art-Hop, Lo-Fi, Experimental
written, played, recorded and produced by Brad Hamers
mixed & mastered by PZ (Big Pauper)
Token Recluse Recordings
Forty&Eight was the first Single released leading up to Brad's 2nd official solo LP, Post No Dreams.
(Featuring a B-Side ambient track, “They’ll be Waiting with Handfuls of Rocks”, which does not appear on the full length album).
(Featuring a B-Side ambient track, “They’ll be Waiting with Handfuls of Rocks”, which does not appear on the full length album).
In 2011, Forty&Eight was also featured on a Compilation Album from Paris, France: Cooler Than Cucumbers Records presents 'Salade de Concombres Vol. 1. https://ctcrecords.bandcamp.com/album/salade-de-concombres-vol-1
And also appeared on Walter Gross’ Ectoplasmic Podcast Volume ?
LYRICS:
Forty&Eightthere was a boat out of her sickness
an ocean under the facts
the last fisherman caught yesterday’s dinner again the medication bell
stay-put-wetback-dreams jumping sequence i earned the shovel and pork fat greasing down a minute hand
cut-off pant and growl wasn’t the doorbell jumped beaten down dream overdone off-track run-on box-car logic
hopped-up fence and 4-car-garage-equality all the water you want my teeth on a running-away utter all the gold-receipts
you want my teeth on a missing tit escaped ride-cow black/white graze-cow
sugar on the bland moon 4th cup incoherent burnt tongue speak-less-clear easy go and come-down parachute-sun
skydiving-day hard-to-fly turkey in turning gun’s keyhole broke-in fit-like-a-glove plenty and sleep lo-tech reach for the carrot
good-for-you star in your broken-in-to eye watched the boat leaving didn’t believe the ocean of facts out-of-stock-hard-to-
get clearance-dream last deep-sleep fisherman caught a fence in the knee-d- down-must-act next sheep on-we-go no-
parachute jumping the-races-have-begun-gun gone-off-track sheep in the grays and blacked out drinking from the grease-
pan formal egg and dead chicken-out cook your own caught and remembered dreams not a boat out of the illness
no un-chartered ocean under the math 4-teeth-left pulling-on-the-stop-chord pitched-off chorus-ant red and biting the
blackened-gray-can’t-remember just wave to the see of facts a whole see of concrete and brick-for-brick-go-along-anthems
goose-down-dream singing out like a feather-gone from a dead swan soon all lake all allege and fish caught in the boat-wreck
go-along-grab-a-plank-equal-opportunity-won’t-share-holder works-for-us-math symmetrical noose and bow-tie floating-bell
ring-around-the-neck climb-upstream color-in-the-lines-tongue and hooked-cheek life-float dead-man’s-face-down caught in
a crowd of well-dotted-eyes ordering chicken around a corner out of a half-loaded-window asking me for change
done-well over-done once-again under-passion over-charged next-minute-down-parachute and miss shotgun sawed-off
dream hold-up broke take (/) hold-up the next minute-hand shaking in the mold and allege incoherent-tongue-feedback-dog-
waiting-for-bell-crack high-price-high-pitch-mayday-and-night-sold-out-sucking on the pork-grease-fumes high-level-algebra-
side-effect oil-feather- down-dream-equality chorus-ant well red and biting back at the blackened out when-did-we-lose-it
where’d-it-go next-minute-contraction broke hold-up-labor off the books on the tubes sewer-dreams resuscitated-take-it-no-
more flush-away and restart 4th glass-and-not-counting-math pass-out-sleep-for-everyone-work great-opportunity-equal-
and-sweetener-union no-think-straight-lace-hole-in-the-sole fly like shoe time like cannon shot-down-dinner bell flopping
around on deck broke big-hole-in-the-boat-out there was a worn hole out of her sickness a lost-its’-see under the preserved
thoughts floating dead-man’s-lite across the top of my head like a forty-and-eight across the track-marks on a strung-out-
plain-and-once-again here-we-go-jumping-parachute next-minute-down-cloud and miss works-for-us-subtraction
symmetrical loose bow down and pick-up hitch-hike-floating down the climb-up-stream and looped
there was a worm-hole out of her sadness a box-car out of her war a fresh-water-ocean under the hope thrown at us like
dogs like ropes like trained-teeth on ropes around cut-trees a whole see of must-be and maybe un-brick-by-brick push-along
all the space under the stars all the space under the stars like the see under the facts like the unseen under the ocean
we are records of ourselves and each other live-man floating on the cracked-bell wrung out like duck in the window
reaching for a plank from the boat out