Emperor's New Tea

by the Perfectly Violent Dream

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  • Music Video: "Gospel"

1.
Don’t think I am weak Because I’m withdrawn and depressed Whoa, whoa, whoa I am simply regrouping For my attack…
2.
I said, “I think you missed a spot I mean your razor missed a spot and you look just like my brother.” then he slammed his coffee down gave me a dirty frown and said “you sound just like my x-wife and my mother.” he said, “tell me who are you tell me who’s the so-called you who’s answering the question?” then slapped me on the chest another sucker punk possessed by a charlatan’s aggression Who’s in charge here? I took a sip on the emperor’s new tea now I can see right through my cloak of tyranny at best I was a jester of pornography but with a good tan and some good publicity you’ll all be wanting a taste of the tongue you misplaced while your soul lays to waste in your theatre of sophistry She said,”when I talk to you tell me what I ought to do since you need everything to be just so.” then she stared me in the eyes of my ridiculous disguise I was naked from head to toe. This is what it’s like this is what it’s like this is what it’s like. Who is charge here? I took a sip on the emperor’s new tea now I can hear john cage’s silent symphony the soul of wit is a tongues brevity a mind is made by whose authority take the shirt off your lip and you’re mouth’ll unzip for a visible drip of the emperor’s new tea Everybody wants to be somebody else unless you can see for yourself that the reason you may want to be somebody else is ewww ewww ahh ahh tell me me who are you tell me who’s the so-called you whose answering the question It’s a handy little quiz and it makes the ego fizz for the ultimate digestion.
3.
If you are reading this then you must not be human wings burned and water boiling came back to terra firma If you are reading this then you have found the pieces parts of A clock-work that is no longer ticking We will be back someday we will be back someday we will be back someday we will be back If You are reading this then you must be immune Your anecdote is too late to start working We will be back someday we will be back someday we will be back someday we will be back Do you have a leader? or are they just railroads ice cream space shuttle lazer guns? do you have feelings? or new microwaves sunshine taxicabs moonlight microphones? If you are reading this then maybe you were smarter and can calculate a time before our ultimate undoing if you are reading this then you have found the pieces parts of a clockwork that is no longer ticking We will be back someday…
4.
Love it I love it can’t get enough of it it’s like candy to me it’s like bill cosby sell, compel it light the coleman stove smell it it’s a seventy-two degree day It’s sittin’ on the dock of the bay And I wish I had my camera to savor the moment in pictures my tropical suntan oil my life-size pepsi beach towel wish I had my memory so I know what I did with my car keys looking for them in the dark in the middle of the state park Voices two voices givin’ me two choices: go inside and watch heehaw or kill some campers with a chain saw visions revisions makin’ incisions. I dreamt that I was bugs bunny I tortured Elmer Fudd then I took all his money And I wish I had my camera to savor the moment in pictures my tropical suntan oil my life-size pepsi beach towel wish I had my memory so I know what I did with my head looking for it in the dark in the middle of the state park. Traffic, I’m spastic, my legs are elastic gotta call my wife at home hitchhike my way too a phone holler I know I could sure use some tide I’ve still got blood on my shirt I’ll cover it up quick with some dirt And I wish I had my camera to savor the moment in pictures my tropical suntan oil my life-size Pepsi beach towel wish I had my memory so I know what I did with my machete looking for it in the dark in the middle of the state park.
5.
Wanna be in my movie? I promise i won’t cut you out you don’t have to screw me but it’d be nice if you could take away my doubt Do you only love me just because i’m dead? dead dead dead…
6.
Gospel 03:38
GOSPEL No one wants to hear about your religion it’s something people try to steer away avoid it like the plague insist on their own way hey, ooh, uh-oh You tell me that you’ve got religion but don’t you know that it will always change with the first shrink you see the next quote inspiring oh, hoo, oh, uh-oh, uh-huh It’s gonna rain, it’s gonna blizzard my life will fade from me and leave me withered so if in the spring a song was my thing then let it be what it is because it is No one wants to hear about your religion don’t you know that it will always change It’s gonna rain, it’s gonna blizzard my life will fade from me and leave me withered so if in the spring, a song was my thing then let it be what it is because it is. No one wants to hear about your religion no one wants to hear about your religion no one wants to hear about your religion…
7.
Josie 04:26
JOSIE by Dave Ulrich and Bradley Dean Whyte Josie pulled over and cried in her car she said she never knew life would be that hard I told josie the other day That life can sometimes be that way so we sighed and decided we’d always be alone. Do doo doo doo… Josie called me from the highway she said she never knew I’d dreamt she would stay I smiled for josie’s sake and I tried to swallow my mistake so I sighed and resided I’d always be alone Do doo doo doo… A thousand miles a miles a second slowed only to take hands where were we running to where was she running to? I could run to Josie josie oh josie the things I want to say to you Do doo doo doo… Josie left a letter on the dashboard of my car hiding her love for me had become far too hard she tried but live couldn’t live another day beside me feeling alone that way don’t know why we were silent we didn’t have to be alone Do doo doo doo…
8.
TOO MUCH by Bradley Dean Whyte Some people say that I worry too much my best friend tells me that it might destroy our friendship c’mon, girl, can we try to be a little more constructive? that only gives me one more thing to worry about and I think I could get back on my feet if I could just meet someone who thinks all this worrying makes me deep then again, I once had a good friend who told me that worrying is like praying to the wrong god worrying is like praying to the wrong god This shouldn’t surprise me at all you can expect blood shed when you’re banging your head against the wall this shouldn’t surprise me at all this shouldn’t surprise me at all Some people say that I talk too much my mom tells me that I remind her of this annoying chinese boy In the class that she lead, he’s bipolar but he’s gifted and I think I could get back on my feet If I could just meet someone who thinks all this talking makes me deep then again, I once had a good friend who told me that talking is a defense mechanism against feeling god talking is a great, big fat fucking defense mechanism against feeling god Chorus Too much baby is not enough too much baby is not enough too much baby is not enough too much baby is not enough Chorus
9.
PEBBLE IN MY SHOE by Bradley Dean Whyte The smell of sweet perfume fills the room There’s a cat hair on her sweater How I long to touch her But I watch my hand grow shy A try to play it real cool It’s just not my time to give in This pebble in my shoe This pebble in my shoe Makes me smile and say “isn’t that just perfect?” Holding an orange brittle leaf on my fingertips Watching it float across the street Feeling the wind blow in my sleeve Watching the sun grow shy I cry. I don’t have a reason It’s just a good time to weep This pebble in my shoe This pebble in my shoe Makes me smile and say “Isn’t that just perfect?” Sometimes I cry; I don’t have a reason Sometimes it feels good to weep This pebble in my shoe Is just a pebble in my shoe Makes me smile and say, “Isn’t that just perfect?”
10.
IF ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE by Bradley Dean Whyte I knew a man, a wise man, his wife was mad and mean They a son, a beautiful son, that she took with her to the state of Missouri I asked him how do you keep you heart so squeaky clean And he told me you’ve got focus on the light in between If all the world’s a stage then I want More creative control Too many people playing vultures Hovering way to low If only I were dead Then I wouldn’t feel so miscast in my role Close the show while I still have a soul Abodeo-bo-bo Then there was that girl, that spooky girl who claimed that she loved me But it was just a word she used for endless craving inginginginging… Then I told her “I can cannot give you what you need, girl” Then she turned around and she took a bite, right outta my cheek If all the world’s a stage then I want More creative control Too many people playing vultures Hovering way to low If only I were dead Then I wouldn’t feel so miscast in my role Close the show while I still have a soul Close the show while I still have a soul Abodeo-bo-bo-bo oh, the character's I've seen to be enjoyed on mother nature's silver screen but I am afraid that's not good enough for me I cannot help but wanna intervene.

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“Often one of Bradley’s lyrics will go thru my head as a mantra to get me thru my day. this is the sh*t that you wanna blast in your ears to move you down the street. or blast in your living room as you are towel drying yourself for the day. it will get you out the door. it will get you on your way, and as you go, it will make you think. it will make you wanna dance. it will make you go, ‘oh wow! that’s how I fee!’. it is the perfect combo of tune, hook, lyric and fun. it spins mad philosophy and drops mad science.”

-Becca Ayers, Pop Musician, Broadway Performer

“Emperor’s New Tea is some of the best new music I’ve heard recently. Bradley has succeeded in creating new musical vistas in shimmering clusters of sound. Each song surprises and delights. Products of an amazingly creative mind. (I also love the cover. It get’s the album cover of the year award in my apartment!)”

-Vinnie Zummo, Joe Jackson Band

“Really a very cool creative album- I dig it!”

-Kurt Reil, Music Producer, Drummer, The Gripweeds

“Emperor’s New Tea is great! I am amazed by anyone that can take one hook and reinvent it 10 times in 3 minutes and it never gets boring. Another amazing skill is to take the kitsch of the Monkees and make it as hugely creative as Radiohead or Beck but searching and deep like Nick Drake. You get all of this with this music. Now here is the real testament to this music. In 2002 I was hanging out at Red Rocks in Colorado before a concert playing a very early demo of Brad’s. The group next to us kept coming over saying they knew who I was listening to. How do you tap into a song that everyone knows but has never heard? Brad is an original but somehow universal at the same time.”

-Scott Leigh, fan

“Unique, interesting, full of layers, cool…BDW is either seriously disturbed or a serious genius…or maybe a bit of both!”

-Karen Foster, Fan

“I’ve been listening to Emperor’s New Tea over and over again. “If All The World’s a Stage“ is impressing me lately as one of his best tracks. It owes something to Harry Nilsson – particularly “Daddy’s Song” and “I’d Rather Be Dead”, but Brad puts his own spin on it. The lyrics compliment the music by directly contradicting it, in an odd way. It’s a work of almost transcendent cynicism. It’ll make you throw up your arms and dance while experiencing existential terror. Check it out. Good stuff.”

-David White, Author, Fantomas in America

credits

released August 21, 2011

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Bradley Dean Whyte: Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bass, Beats, Banjo and Mandolin. Mixing and Production.

Anton Fig: Drums on "If All The World's a Stage"

Vinnie Zummo: Electric Guitar Solo on "Too Much", and additional arranging.

Lindsay Stevenson: Electric Guitar Solo on "We Will Be Back Someday"

Chadwick Gray: Spoken Word on "We Will Be Back Someday"

Laura Spector: Spoken Word on "We Will Be Back Someday"

Kurt Reil: Mastering at House of Vibes. And additional mixing on "Gospel" and "Emperor's New Tea"

Alex Boyesen: Vocal engineering for Tracks 1, 2, 6, 7, 8, 10 recorded at Digital Mixes, Chiang Mai, Thailand

Special Thanks to Anton Fig, Vinnie Zummo, Lindsay Stevenson, Jason Young, Steven Fox, Alex Boyeson, and Chiang Mai International School for support and extra gear.

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The Perfectly Violent Dream Houston, Texas

Bradley Dean Whyte is from St. Louis, NYC and Thailand. Currently residing in Houston.

As The Perfectly Violent Dream, he makes 60s and 90s- influenced psych rock-n-pop that runs a colorful gamut from The Monkees to Beck.
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