Altered Zones

Supremely weird Athens singer/songwriter Green Gerry recently assembled a live band called The Jellyfish. He also sent over new demo called "Celery Salt (Spider Man Quit Fucking with Me)," which had about 20 seconds of unintended silence at the beginning (since removed) and some serious microphone clipping. Aside from that, it's probably the loveliest missive I've received from him thus far-- a cryptic prose-poem in seven stanzas, adorned equally by fingerplucked guitar, barely there sound washes, and the squeak of his left hand sliding up and down the frets. Gerry's refined a half-singing, half-speaking style that will appeal to people who like listening to Leonard Cohen's "Suzanne" on repeat; but his voice has timbre and lumosity all its own, and it's as magnetic on the senses as a UFO in the sky. Lyrics below, as per the artist's request. --Emilie Friedlander, Visitation Rites

MP3: Green Gerry: "Celery Salt (Spider Man Quit Fucking With Me)"

--Previously:

MP3: Green Gerry: "Pupil Patterns Are Crazy "

MP3: Green Gerry: Cozy Space Mugz

endlessly climbing the hill

feet sinking deep into the ground

elongated road maps

point nowhere close but only to their sound

secrets tied up by their feet

never reach longevity

short strokes reluctant to fight

losing their battle against time and gravity

now who are you what side have you taken

stealing soapboxes from out under our feet

best not  try  your luck with this one

your eyes are now opened  even as you sleep

dead ringer dead ringer

theyve called on you

reach for the rope

for it was alive that they buried the fool

everything is an arms race

false prophets choose to unite

who am i to choose to stay untied

the trite balance lies in the suns fiery night

i just want you thinking you owe me nothing

the opening of my eyes

light blinding sending my head spinning

the doors fly open as you take to glide

dead ringer dead ringer

theyve called upon you

the rope has been pulled

churning harm as the seas tend to do