We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Mimetic Desire

by E.W. Harris

supported by
Alec Spurlock
Alec Spurlock thumbnail
Alec Spurlock Reminds me of a modern-day Neal Young, but the style is more complex in the most beautiful way possible. Late 60's feeling in 2016. Music is alive more than ever! Favorite track: Chemical Fire.
RYNO // 라이노
RYNO // 라이노 thumbnail
RYNO // 라이노 My favorites on this record are "Half-Life" and "Bad Ghost". I want to built a futuristic-post-apocalyptic summer home in E.W.'s custom reverb. Favorite track: Half-life.
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

  • Limited Edition CD
    Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Sold Out! Only 144 copies exist anywhere in the world, each one hand printed, on high quality art paper, executed and designed by Richard T. Scott, numbered and signed! The price goes up as the stock goes down so get yours now!

    Includes unlimited streaming of Mimetic Desire via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    Sold Out

1.
Half-life 04:47
I was born in a city but, someone in the past got caught out in the wasteland. Some uranium particulate Embedded in some flesh Predetermined who I am And I think I wanted you to want to understand and I think you needed me to want you but understand I don't think I can Cause I don't think you can You were born in a city but Someone in the past Forgot about the wasteland. And a fictional utopiate of rocketships and glass Let us empty out its trash cans And I think I wanted you to want to Understand And I think you needed me to want you but understand I don't think I can cause I don't think you can Take a step back maybe baby then you can see, We're building cities in abandoned factories and your apologies don't mean nothing at all My fate was made in the shadow right here in the lee Of a twelve mile tin can crushing machine and you maintain it's the same both sides of the wall between us a wall Well, compassion has a limit cause one day I'll drop dead and you'll say "Isn't it a shame to live a life,, with one hand and one foot tied" Thinking it'll all be different next time you're thinking it'll all be different next time It ends with a scene where you're still alive and it comforts my ghost that you sympathize but pretty words just amplify the fact you tell yourself "you know its not right" to have to live a half life to have to live a half life to have to live a life
2.
Alien 03:50
Alien We're wrong again we're wrong again tonight we did them in the winter wind and snow delayed the flight and I don't wanna stay here I don't wanna go but I don't wanna be alone... Alien we're wrong again we're wrong again tonight Alien you told me so I thatched their roofs with lies and gave them stones to throw I thought that I'd get away with it I thought that I'd get away with it I thought that I'd get away with it, get away with it I thought that I'd get away with it I thought that I'd get away with it I thought that I'd get away with it, get away, get away with it I thought we'd all get away with it I thought we'd all get away with it I thought we'd all get away with it get away, get away with it oh...alien....
3.
Eighteenth Century Gentry run their dogs out in my street in new york city in a city but whoever heard of foxes making dens in cardboard boxes in a city in a city well, I thought alot today how their empire's slipped away and they stand still and wait for something better bigger, better, and never the same bigger, better, and never the same Gangs of lovable tomcats roam around in coats and tophats in a city in a city Invisible waves are breakin' as my consciousness is shaken in a city in a city and I tell myself whoa don't let me and I tell myself whoa keep your feet on the ground I convince myself whoa to stop hanging around with fools and ghosts and doing nothing ....but I'm so good at nothing then I got much bigger I broke up the sky smote the sun like a candle poked god in the eye I wanted to call you I wanted to see if that's alright so I ripped up a powergrid cast-netted a satellite heard words through the static you said that everyone's dead I said "no, no, I just breathed them in they're somewhere here in my head, they're somewhere here in my head, they're somewhere here in my, they're somewhere here in my head, they're somewhere here in my, they're somewhere here in my head, they're somewhere here in my, the're somewhere here in my head, and I guess you were right about me... all along you're right about me...
4.
I wore my best red dress less like wine and more like blood It was raining it was wet the drains began to flood it was a shadow with a knife I'd thought they'd use a gun and I can still hear the cough the choke the squish of patent leather in the mud and now I'm so ashamed so ashamed ashamed I dragged you along Symbiont. I've been a bad host I was a weak man now I'm a bad ghost symbiont I've been a bad host I was a weak man now I'm a bad ghost I picked the antique lock on your laboratory door I didn't know just what the formula was for and now I'm so ashamed so ashamed ashamed I dragged you along ashamed I dragged you along Symbiont. I've been a bad host I was a weak man now I'm a bad ghost symbiont I've been a bad host I was a weak man now I'm a bad ghost Symbiont. I've been a bad host I was a weak man now I'm a bad ghost symbiont I've been a bad host I was a weak man now I'm a bad ghost
5.
I still play rock n' roll to test fine motor control its the only way that I know I know I'm still in this body Flash bang then another scene I'm still me but I'm mostly machine and I arrive alone in a limousine ashamed that its so gaudy Now look I've walked that broken line up and down the corridors of time and to keep my engine runnin to satisfy my need I been feeding little pieces of me to a chemical fire a chemical fire a chemical a chemical a chemical fire the fire.... Somewhere in me there's a desert spire built of mudbrick, wreckage and wire smelling the smoke means they're keeping the fire burnin and burnin Slice it open, see the factory blood and money boiling love for steam and I still feel the phantom wheels turnin and turnin Now look I've wrought my own demise shattering the windows of my mind and to keep my engine runnin to satisfy my need I've been feeding little pieces of me to a chemical fire the chemical fire chemical chemical chemical the chemical fire chemical chemical chemical feed it to a chemical fire chemical chemical chemical fire the fire....
6.
Our scene lights up on a seedy motel it's not by the ocean but called the "seashell" and the "seas" are burned out but that won't go changing my plans A drunk man walks up to me stinkin of piss he asks for a smoke but I told him I quit then he mumbles of Jesus and reaches out one shaky hand I reach in my pocket to pull out some change and I wonder why everything's stay in the same Guess the magic you're given rattles, but not in a can We're both just riders, on turtles of stone swimmin through oceans of of fire and bone and we move just a little ah we move just a little we move just a little each time The next thing we see is a tall ancient stair it was built when the water was plentiful there but I'm parched and the hot desert wind keeps a-burnin my eyes Well I head to the cave of the eternal fire hopin to build it a little bit higher or maybe to find out someplace to go when I die Inside I see some folk hanging around they're feeding the flames but not making a sound they just stare at the embers and drink up the heat and the light For thousands of lifetimes, they've stood in this line hoping that someone they don't know will die so they'll move Just a little ah they'll move just a little so they'll move just a little each time Starlight and oceans, and cool mountain caves they speak but their words can take many an age and inside the moment I wait for this train I think I can feel the world spinning again as I move just a little in stillness just a little well I move just a little this time
7.
Ultraviolet 05:37
We have code names to protect the innocent carcinogeneration cause when they go too far they'll suffer dim frustration like wishing on a star when we say their names they'll wear dark glasses they'll say we came from a hole up in the sky they''ll block us out with their dark glasses 'cause who would want to die from a little light Ultraviolet Ultraviolet Ultraviolent They call me infrared We have code names to prevent the decadent recalcitrance of nations 'cause when they go to far they'll bathe in radiation become a newborn star When we say their names we'll wear dark glasses we'll say they came from a hole up in the sky we'll block them out with their dark glasses 'cause who would want to die from a little light Ultraviolet Ultraviolet Ultraviolent They call me, they call me infrared
8.
I never believed in ghosts until I became one until I became one I've been leaking through a bullet hole and till now I'd forgotten till now I'd forgotten Before the both of us were ever dead I caught you stealing a soup bone I took a timber to the left of your head let you die on the hearth stone and when we both had found a different face you said I'd murdered your grandson you stuck my liver with a scissor blade pushed me into a canyon then I was sniping from a hidey-hole I saw you cross the piazza and through the smoke I saw your radio I pulled the trigger and gotcha I got ya I got ya and thus you kill me and I come back and I kill you and you come back and you kill me and I come back and I kill you and you come back why can't we just put a bullet in this put a bullet in this machine? why can't we put a bullet in this put a bullet in this machine? 'cause shot's fired sometimes back fire just like just like this time this time this time oh how I wish it was you that got me this time oh how I wish it was you that got me this time how I wish it was you that shot me through the heart but no It was my silver bullet ricochet It was my silver bullet ricochet It was my good idea my good idea It was my silver bullet ricochet it was my silver bullet ricochet it was my good idea my good idea I never believed in ghosts until I became one until I became one

about

I don't know if you care but
I probably don't know about you.
You may not know about me,
you may know how some times
between the evening and the night
I become something
sometimes several things simultaneously
inside at least
you might become something too
something else entirely

In this space
you and I might both have guitars
you and I might have voices
maybe more than one
maybe we become something else
If perhaps you knew about it
would we try, perhaps, to become one another?
at least for a moment
or....
maybe not

This recording exists in the ether,
please pay whatever you'd like for it

I hope that you enjoy it

E.W. Harris

credits

released August 18, 2016

Produced, Recorded, Written and Performed by E.W. Harris at Mostly Harmless Audio, Brooklyn NY. Published by Mostly Harmless Audio ASCAP. copyright 2016 E.W. Harris

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

E.W. Harris Brooklyn, New York

Born in the Rust Belt and raised in the South, E.W. Harris is what he terms "a dystopian romantic." Known in the Brooklyn folk and electronic scenes for his strong vocals, unconventional songwriting, and infectious laugh, Harris has become a staple in the Big City Folk Collective, and in many venues both at home and abroad. ... more

shows

  • Mar 30
    Long Island City, NY

contact / help

Contact E.W. Harris

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like E.W. Harris, you may also like: