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Hussalonia Versus Time

by Hussalonia

Eighteen hundred and fourteen is now gone and past. Eighteen hundred and fifteen will fly away as fast. But whether life’s uncertain scene shall hold an equal pace, or whether death shall come between and end my mortal race, or whether sickness, pain, or health, my future lot shall be, or whether poverty, or wealth— is all unknown to me. One thing I know, that needful is to watch with careful eye, since every season spent amiss is registered on high.
I drive past the funeral home where they laid you out. I sometimes think of stopping in to say hello, but I know you won't be there. You're not anywhere but on my mind. I still got your number stored in my phone. I see your name and think sometimes of calling you up. I imagine a muffled ring from down below. I imagine that you miss my call. But I know you won't be there. You're not anywhere but on my mind.
In that space where the greatest exploits are sired. Flummoxed by the amount of assembly required. If I were an accountant, would the surplus concern me? Ought there by another way to invest this energy? Am I wrong for entertaining the make believe when so many bodies here have gone to seed. And if I were in science, would all this waste trouble me? Ought there by another way to invest this energy?
A picture of your mental health. Tell me more about yourself. Let me ask you once again. Are you now or have you ever been? What makes life so hard is not proving your worth, but proving it again until you doubt it yourself.
A Blank Line 00:41
I can see how anxious a blank line makes you feel. Got to fill it in no matter what it means. And that reminds me of a story I was told to explain. Everything unexplainable has got to have a name. And every name needs a face and the sound that it makes will be the sound that it takes to the grave.
Obsessive mind Invasive species Oh, never mind No going gets easy Opportunistic voyeur Creator and destroyer Obsessive mind
Oh no. The phone is ringing. Something awful must be happening. Oh no. It's rung again. I somehow doubt that it's a friend.
If you're lonely now, you'll be lonely forever. If you're lonely now, you'll be lonely forever. Listen, listen to me. The records may play, but I'll keep on working. We can only just begin. We can work it in. If you're lonely now, you'll be lonely forever.
Extend my arm across the sea that parts inconsistently. Stop thinking about me, please. What's news to me, you knew all along. If this is true, then everything else could be wrong. There's a point in which I will not care — but I'm not there.
I've bit by a spider, flown by by a bird, barked at by a dog, but I've been loved by you. I've been shaded by a tree, judged by a rabbit, preyed on by a virus, but I've been loved by you. Been burned by the sun, but ignored by the wind. Creeped out by the moon, but I've been loved by you. I've been questioned by degrees, transported against my will, impositioned and compromised, but I've been loved by you. I speak, I speak to my cat. She looks at me like I'm mad. "You're vocabulary unnecessarily complicates things." And she says this with a flick of her tail.


released July 15, 2015

But for the exceptions noted below, all songs were written and performed by the Hussalonia founder © 2015 BMI.

The follow songs contain sampled performances by Rob Lynch (drums), Jonathan Hughes (bass) and Joe Rozler (keyboards): "Obsessive Mind," "The Phone Is Ringing," "If You're Lonely Now," and "I'm Not There."

The lyrics of "Reflections on the First Day of the New Year, 1815" are from an unknown public domain source, often printed as "Thoughts on New Year's Day" or "A Moral Reflection." The year usually cited in the poem is 1782, but was often updated to reflect the current year, published in local papers all around the English-speaking world every January.

The ambient sounds on "I Was Loved By You" were created by electronically speeding up and slowing down a single, multi-layered violin played by the Hussalonia founder.

Executive producer: Shep Huntleigh
Design: Captain Blanqueador
Photo credits: "Ellicott Square Building, Buffalo, N.Y." Library of Congress, Call Number LC-D4-11478 and NASA/JPL-Caltech/S. Stolovy (SSC/Caltech)




Hussalonia Buffalo, New York

Hussalonia is largely the work of a multi-instrumentalist known only as The Hussalonia Founder.

Founded in 1997, Hussalonia is a "pop music cult" and claims to be owned by Nefarico™, a fictional soap company.

The Hussalonia Founder lives and works in Buffalo, New York.
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