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Ancient History, Vol. 4

by tim nelson

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Stop It! 03:18
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Osiris 03:46
******************************** "It's always the same thing; there's nothing to do." You say, but that can't be true, yes, I'm talking to you. And you ask me "Do you know what kind of day I've been through?" You think the sky has turned black but I still think that it's blue. And I don't know why you've become so preoccupied With death and with life you seem so unsatisfied. You look at a hearse and dream you're riding inside In a sarcophagus; you're already mummified. It's been many a year since I've seen you smile. I saw a picture of you, a mosaic of tile In a room in a tomb along the banks of the Nile And I sussed from the dust you must have been there a while. (1990 Nimyonta Music)
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Ant Farm 05:54
******************************* I've got an ant farm. I like to watch them build tunnels. (Yes, I do. They build tunnels in the sand...) Through the transparent walls of their city, Are they watching me? In my ant farm, they are so social And they work real hard. There's no unemployment in my ant farm; Even the queen has got a job. (Yes, she does.) I like to watch them go about their business. Through the transparent walls of their city, Are they watching me? In my ant farm they drink sugar water And they work real hard. I wonder if they're happy in my ant farm Or would they prefer to live in the ground? Do they even know they're in an ant farm at all? Do they know I'm watching? Through the transparent walls of their city, Are they watching me? In my ant farm, they don't play music But they work real hard. In my ant farm, they don't paint pictures, But they work real hard. In my ant farm there is no beer, But they work real hard. I wonder if they're happy in my ant farm Or would they rather live in the ground? Do they even know they're in an ant farm? Do they know I'm watching? Through the transparent walls of their city, Are they watching me? In my ant farm there's not much to do But work real hard. What's the point of living in an ant farm? (1990 Nimyonta Music)
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Socrates 03:30
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Jealousy 05:52
***************************** Icy dim blue fetish features, you breath And appear through the air and seeth, Brandishing a questionnaire, then leave Me bewildered and dazed in my electric chair. It makes my hair stand on end, my friend, And you throw the switch again. I guess it wouldn't make a difference If I asked you not to do that and I guess it wouldn't make a difference If I asked you why, because your evil eye Must have seen me sipping muscatel In that cafe with that jezebel... But how was I to know you'd laid claim to her plot? Poor substitute for winning her heart, How was I to know? How was I to know? Jealousy... Can make a man a monster... Jealousy... Look what it's doing to you... Jealousy... A sledge-driven wedge between friends.... Jealousy... Look what it's doing to you.... Nicely through the weather reaches, your sleeve Might be missing a button but don't pay heed, It's not an important one you'll need, A token through the pearly gates of greed And yes, indeed, you'll meet a troll Who'll ask you if you've got the toll And yes, indeed, you'll meet a troll Who'll ask you if you've got the toll... I guess it wouldn't make a difference If I asked you not to do that and I guess it wouldn't make a difference If I asked politely. You're wound so tightly Because you think you've lost the fight, the Other guys all get some nightly... But how were they to know you'd staked her tent? Poor substitute for her consent... Jealousy... Can make a man a monster... Jealousy... Look what it's doing to you... Jealousy... A sledge-driven wedge between friends.... Jealousy... Look what it's doing to you.... Look what it's doing to you... Look what it's doing to you... (1990 Nimyonta Music)
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*********************** Falling in a dream, Hit the ground, hit the ground... Awake and still here, Awake and still around... But if the clock stops while you're sleeping, You may be late, you may be late If you make it there at all. Running in a dream, Slow motion from a pack of hounds... You give it all you've got But they are still gaining ground... But if the clock stops once you've closed your eyes You may be late, you may be late If you make it there at all... You whispered something in my ear last night, Last night, but the music was too loud. I nodded like I'd understood and smiled And you turned away. What did you say? You're calling in a dream, You call but there's no sound... I wake and you're not here. You didn't stick around. But if the clock stops while you make your escape You may be late, you may be late If you make it there at all... (1990 Nimyonta Music)
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Marmoset 04:34
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Sideshow 04:35
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T-Bone Jones 06:41
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*********************** The more you live, The greater your chance of dying. The more you give, it's all the more You'll stand accused of not trying. The more you love, The more you open yourself to pain Like the time before. The more you hate, The greater your chance to be Decorated in a war. The ones who tell You what to do can go to hell. The ones who learned Forgot all there was to tell. Oh well. And Wednesday morning, I felt I could crawl under a rock into a hole. By Wednesday evening, I'd regained At least part of my soul. There isn't time to waste Time thinking 'bout wasting time. There isn't space, except among The fine print between the lines. And when you find that you've Forgotten what you've lost and never found And when you find you've lost what you've forgotten And left somewhere, laying around, The more you love, The more you open yourself to pain Like the time before. The more you hate, The greater your chance to be Decorated in a war. (1990 Nimyonta Music)
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Splashdown 05:01

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The fourth of six volumes of lo-fi demos recorded in bedrooms and basements, this album was recorded on a Fostex X15 four-track in South Berwick, Maine in late 1990.

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released May 3, 2021

Words, music, all instruments and production by Timothy Nelson.

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tim nelson Barrington, New Hampshire

Tim Nelson is a film composer, sound designer and multi-instrumentalist session musician/producer. He has since 2007 been a frequent collaborator with award-winning filmmakers/animators the Quay Brothers.

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