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picture theory

by Sid Jordan

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    Individually numbered CD in hand-painted recycled-material sleeve with accompanying 'vellum' parchment booklet. Because I care.

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1.
Dreams 02:59
I don't believe in Angels you never know how high they'll fly I don't believe in Demons you never know where they might hide I believe I'll see you in my Dreams I don't believe in Martyrs you never know who's watching who you never know who's watching you I don't believe in Sinners you never know where you'll find truth I choose to believe I'll see you in my Dreams I don't believe in Lovers you never know who you can trust I just believe I'll see you in my Dreams
2.
Earth 02:34
Follow me down to the lakeside we'll take time out of the day Just a stone's throw from the lakeside the sun shines down on the cracks in the earth... A bottle of wine by the lakeside makes my family smile Stories are told by the lakeside of old times that cover the cracks in the earth... that swallowed the rain Look for the girl by the lakeside whose eyes shine, burn bright Open your heart by the lakeside Fault lines as wide as the cracks in the earth... that swallowed the rain, that came and washed away...
3.
Fire 04:33
I was in the tenement with JaJa in his element bitchin bout the government, no surprise 'Have you seen the news today, the world has blown itself away' Same old news as yesterday, dry your eyes Searching for the lives we’d left behind Sifting through the traces of our minds Realizing time could be unkind when somebody yelled ‘fire’ Private Martinez First Class is aiming through an hour-glass, a portent of the aftermath of all that he could be or could have been... Wiping power from his hands as he grovels in the sand Searching for the lives he’d left behind Sifting through the ashes of their minds Realizing time had been unkind when somebody yelled ‘fire’ 'Mother Mary, full of grace, bless this god-forsaken place' Even as he speaks the words taste bitter on his tongue In tribute to the fallen few they genuflect in makeshift pews The flag flies red white and blue as they raise their voice in song For the lives they’d left behind Sifting through the echoes of their minds Realizing time can be unkind when somebody yells fire Salt Lake City’s Ronnie Lee blows kisses to his family watching from the gallery as the killer’s hands are tied A product of society, devoid of all humanity The executioner counts to three and the bullets start to fly But the lives he left behind Sifting through the tatters of their minds Realize that time is never kind when somebody yells ‘fire’ Proto-homosapien knows he’s running late again but evolution waits for him to kiss the wife goodbye With the matrimonial bed still warm and the ice-age drawing in outdoors he pulls the covers up and snores the world can wait a while... Til somebody yells 'fire' Somebody yell 'fire'
4.
Water 03:08
Footprints receding Into the sea Sketching a coward’s path Courting disaster Caught in the aftermath Oh, like water through my hands She flows, no trace left in the wet sand Oh, like water through my hands Liquid and formless Emotionally worn Held at her beck and call Sweet intuition Painfully fictional Snagged on a memory A thought or a dream Laying my soul to rest Holed up in my fortress Just me and my thoughtlessness And oh, like water through my hands She flows, no trace left in the wet sand Oh, like water through my hands
5.
Wind 03:49
I must be missing something Some things just fade with time Shaking the dust from the edges of my mind I must be missing something Filter the lines of truth Cyclical thoughts colliding sliding through A whisper on the wind ends as it begins Whisper on the wind I must be missing something Words that are gone for good Scared to admit being scared to be understood A whisper on the wind ends as it begins Whisper on the wind Oh and I am falling Helpless, hopeless No, don’t stop me falling Helpless, hopeless I must be missing something Something I thought I knew I must missing something how about you?

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Entirely self-produced, recorded, written, and what-have-you, Picture Theory explores the evidently complex relationship between our Dreams and their composite, elemental, Reality. I hope you enjoy listening to it as much as I enjoyed making it.

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released January 2, 2012

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Sid Jordan Los Angeles, California

After half a lifetime playing bass and harmonizing with Minibar, Pete Yorn, and whoever else would have him, Sid Jordan pokes his be-hatted head out from under his pre-fab bushel, and shines a light on a beautific bunch of pure, unburdened, happy/sad songs. Spiritual, uplifting, demythologizing and challenging, Picture Theory is the rarest of rare treats. ... more

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