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A psychedelic concept album of love songs to my wife. It started as a project for FAWM (February Album Writing Month), which is a challenge to write 14 songs in 28 days. I gave the first 7 songs to her on Valentine's Day and secretly finished the other 7 (and a few more) in the months leading up to our anniversary. Which was the day of the release!

There's a lot of variety in it, as usual. It includes psych pop, electronic, distorted noise rock, folk, and even a sea shanty. Also, it's meant to be listened from start to finish, so it's best if downloaded. Bandcamp puts gaps between songs.

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released June 11, 2015

Written and performed by Benjamin Allan Simon.

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Flyaway Frost and the Magic Turtles Omaha, Nebraska

Wonky glampop story songs. Always colorful, often strange, playfully corny. Think Animal Collective crossed with They Might Be Giants.

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Track Name: Rainbow Rooms
I’ll meet you in the chambers
of the seven-layer sky.
Walk me through the hallways
of the cones in our eyes.

Listen to the weather radio
so we can try
to make the illusion of the colors
to a shrine.

Watch our blues move through the room,
all of our paint so finely tuned.

I’ll meet you at the end
before we have to say goodbye,
and with this ellipsing
you know we’ll never have the time.

We can’t expect to touch, collect
or find any gold.
But I’ll say, when I’m gray,
the treasure was growing old.

Watch our blues move through the room, (rainbow rooms)
all of our paint so finely tuned. (rainbow rooms)
Track Name: As Close As We Can Get
I know you and I
don’t believe in fate
or any string theory tying us
from space to the plate

tectonics moving planets
for the sake of our recipe
and while it might taste so good
we know it’s not destiny

And though it seems like the milky way
crossed over the moon
for our little tiny dish
there’s no big enough spoon

we’re just a dip in the sugar
that the fingers like to fiddle
what melts in the entropy?
who has time for a riddle?

But we’ve got a mixture
that seems put together
Perfect in picture
but it won’t last forever
It seems like someone
made us a matching set,
we’re not kindred spirits,
but we’re as close as we can get

To the untrained eye
it seems like we're meant to be paired
But our fortune is found
in your willingness to share

every single hour
that we’re tapping out dry
and lapping up the other
till the thirst’s satisfied

It’s all about what’s open
your heart and your mind,
that gets us as close to eternity
as chance has designed

So I blame you
for why we work so well,
not the cogs of the cosmos
or the verse of a spell.

But we’ve got a code here
that seems nearly copied
for our love to upload
but our time is a floppy

We can’t save our connection
in the ether yet,
because it’s not about soul mates
but it’s as close as we’ll get
Track Name: Our First Scene
You might find it sort of strange
That I recall the color of your clothes,
But there’s more in storage, and there’s more I know
I think I know how it goes.
It starts with shows
and the seed of something grows

That first scene together
placed on the summertime play stage,
Acting out the fall in paradise
but our garden hadn’t grown any spice

Years would pass without a touch
But I always kept track of your grin and a half
the warm weather in your voice
and the blast of your klaxxon laugh

Come on strike the set
we’ve got a lot left to go through
It's not all a breeze
But it’s easy when I love you.

I still feel gorgeous inside the skin you stargazed,
and silly in the socks you picked on to my face
Your close-ear poetry still stands-up my freckles,
And I still feel the shapes you’ve drawn.

That first play together
In the prime of the wintertime theater
Sporting disguises and knives
wearing our way to the rest of our lives.

Years would pass before the lake scene
Pouring our sand on the golfcart hill.
But by the time we arrived, I had rehearsed well,
For the passion we’re polishing still.

There’s a certain variation of blue
that spills from the sink in my chest,
it swells in the chambers of me
at the thought of you.

There might be a name for the thing--
and alphabetical code for house paint,
or carcinogen compound,
but I don’t care to know what it’s called.
Track Name: I Wanna Worry
Finding love can double up your duties
and bubble up the anxious,
but I’ll gobble up dues and cooties
as long as the onus is us.

You gotta have some help when you’re blowing apart,
you know, someone to thumb the fuse,
I gotta have a cushion when I’m pinning my heart
with reminders of what I could lose.

I wanna worry
if it’s about the two of us
make sure your smiles are aligned.
I wanna worry
if it means staying curious
about what’s working in your mind.
I wanna worry
About the things that worry you
Make sure they’re not the same as mine.
I wanna worry
And slow the things that hurry you
And find a way to fine-tune you to fine.

Finding you has filled my cup
with enough to keep me stirring
in the bedsheets or sitting up
with visions of us blurring,

But it’s good to have for the sake of us,
cause it keeps me on the rails, (it keeps me honest)
And if I’ve got frets with which I will fuss,
we’ll find fewer tracks to fail.

That’s why I gotta worry about you.

I wanna worry
if it’s about the two of us
make sure your smiles are aligned.
I wanna worry
if it means staying curious
about what’s working in your mind.
I wanna worry
About the things that worry you
Make sure they’re not the same as mine.
I wanna worry
And slow the things that hurry you
And find a way to fine-tune you to fine.

Well I don’t see it in nature
or in factory rooms
It’s a mind manufacturing
I only see it in
the nervous cobwebs of nebulae.
The most carefully protected memories,
my precious attic lined in lapis and lazurite.
That’s where I keep the color
only you can create
by color-coding my blood.
Track Name: Jars I
We may not live long enough
to see trophies graying on the shelves,
but we’ve already screwed the lids on
something I’m proud of: ourselves.

There’s nothing sour in this batch
No sediment to crunch-up the taste
No one else may pop the latch
I promise it won’t go to waste.

Our jars
Our jars are all that matter.

This may not be quite enough
to remind you of how much we’ve made
finding success in this icy world
depends less on the lemon, and more on the aid

There’s nothing bitter in this one
No water to run down the flavor
No one else may know what we’ve done
but that just leaves more to savor

Our jars
Our jars are all that matter.
Track Name: Pocket Suite
Your kind of kindness is kindled by tinder
Flints of timber falling outside the box, lost and found
Though no one is near enough to hear it splintered down,
Your kind of kindness still hurries to the sound

Sphere eyes in sapphire
alive by wires in twisted knots
white hot when entwined
connecting conduits
to lucid dream fluid
Fluorescent hearts race (back and forth)
to keep the charge alive (you keep it so safe)
the bulb embedded in your chest
where creatures swim currents between us

This trusted economy of endless desire
where your gentle light bulb fingertips
run shivers on my head
they rise and fall like softness, moods and melodies.
And I’m tucked in your promise and your praise,
and silk drape sensations.

Rose barbed wire binding for hunting
game of minds,
snakeskin you shake from every shoulder you squeeze
the anacondas shed feathers from brunette boas that climb
up the incline of your kindness.
Track Name: Turtle Shell
I think I’m luckier than all the other turtles
cause so few of fellas still have their shells these days
When I wake up, I find she’s still there
Sharing all the warmth she stole from the rays

How lucky am I that my turtle shell stays in tact,
And doesn’t just get up, fed up and hop off my back
I’ve never been afraid that she’ll pack up and move away
and thanks to that fact there’s nothing I lack

I feel a little bad for all the other animals,
who don’t carry their homes wherever they go with them.
The security is good indeed, but I’ve got the company,
And as a mobile home she’s got rhythm

How lucky am I that my turtle shell stays in tact,
And doesn’t just get up, fed up and hop off my back
I’ve never been afraid that she’ll pack up and move away
and thanks to that fact there’s nothing I lack

When she’s wrapped around me, I just can’t believe
what other shells cover all your needs?
Squeezing out the aches from the dangerous world,
Trapping out the troubles from under the sheets.
Track Name: New Chews
Well If I took over a candy factory
Well I'd go and fine tune the formula
oh so fantastically
and I'd be sure to use every flavor
that the factory has handy
to sweeten your everyday drastically,
like the tune of this sugary shanty

I’d make some new chews
some caramel goos stewed
in fruit juice oozing
with chocolate glue
soothing you
I’d make your own mix
of new licorice sticks
picking wishes from lists
for this delicious bag of tricks

I'd find fudge from rainbows
cut up and dried
sprinkles and donuts,
a fantasy in every bite.
There’d be layers of flavors inside,
With a filling of berries bright
And crumbles of cookie dough along for the ride,
it makes a dream in every bite.

I’d make some new chews
some caramel goos stewed
in fruit juice oozing
with chocolate glue
soothing you
I’d make your own mix
of new licorice sticks
picking wishes from lists
for this delicious bag of tricks

I think you know I’d give anything for you,
and the best way to treat you is to find something new,
Not a heart box of gambles or a cake with iced letters,
This perfection of confections I suspect is better
And since I can’t glaze my imagination to a pastry,
The idea alone let’s you know what you mean to me.

I’d make some new chews
some caramel goos stewed
in fruit juice oozing
with chocolate glue
soothing you
I’d make your own mix
of new licorice sticks
picking wishes from lists
for this delicious bag of tricks
Track Name: Bird Seed
Of all the grout and spackle
we have our box of tackle,
to attract the active grackles
while the wind chimes bump and crackle.

Let’s summon all the hummingbirds
to find a potion in the dirt (a pinch of a finch song)
sirens bring love birds lured.

We’ll always have more seed
to fill the hanging house,
we’ll always have more feed
for the rain to come and douse.

We’ll always have more breeds
for the bird watchers to browse
and I’ll always have a need
for my feather-fawning spouse.

Who cooks for you this love for all
creatures that croon their loon lake call?
Taking it easy is our cardinal
way to spend the browning fall.

Let’s summon all the hummingbirds
to find a potion in the dirt (a pinch of a finch song)
sirens bring love birds lured.

We’ll always have more seed
to fill the hanging house,
we’ll always have more feed
for the rain to come and douse.

We’ll always have more breeds
for the bird watchers to browse
and I’ll always have a need
for my feather-fawning spouse.
Track Name: Garden Scout
I am thrilled to have you on this trek
following bread crumbs of azaleas
seeking out the sacred plot
where the leaves wear their regalia

Garden Scout
Help me seek it out

Your own zone for you to plant your flag,
let your fabric colors bloom,
where the herbs inside of you verbalize two
dreams within a room.

Garden Scout
Help me seek it out

When we find the soil shading,
I’ll let you lay the groundwork in the grove, your
feet will feel the floss of the feather moss
along with the fortune of the clovers.

Garden Scout
Won't you join me in seeking in out?

There’s no legend trailing
on the streamer of this home,
but when we find this magic entrance
news will spread by word of gnome.
sprites will gather from gardens around
to help us seal off our preservative dome.
And the lore of our lives,
and, yes our lives alone,
will expand into the vines and seeds and
harvest what we’ve grown.
Track Name: Jars II
There will be shelves
Full of ourselves
Full of concoctions in dozens of twelves

Our days might seem fickle,
but sunsets we’ll pickle
will survive both the heat waves and the icicles.

Don’t think we don’t have extra jars,
to fill up with memories and masterpieces.
We’ll make pastes and powders and miracle cures,
as all our love’s fermentation increases.

Don’t think we don’t have extra jars,
full of these creams to clear up all our scars.
We’ll bottle some moondust and cocoa of Mars
And peddle all our wares in celestial bazaars.

There will be boxes
Stacked in the stocks, is
a promise like that distilling or toxic?

We’ll both do great things,
We’ll both earn our wings,
And preserve all our feathers and sell to kings.

Don’t think we don’t have extra jars,
to fill up with memories and masterpieces.
We’ll make pastes and powders and miracle cures,
as all our love’s fermentation increases.

Don’t think we don’t have extra jars,
full of these creams to clear up all our scars.
We’ll bottle some moondust and cocoa of Mars
And peddle all our wares in celestial bazaars.
Track Name: Perpendicular
I know it makes sense to say (yes, it makes sense to say)
that we run sort of parallel
with hands that clutch

Now I think it’s clear
we should always intersect
Let’s go perpendicular
that’ll ensure that we touch

the crossing cover
of the other lover
and quantify each sum
we’ve made so much.

Nothing here is winding down,
we’ve got our distance
plotted out
all our paths are
homeward bound,
And I’ve ensured criss-crossing routes

I can’t keep my
calibration from
crashing crooked
headfirst into you

I can’t keep the quarking
force from charming us
into an electromagnetic suction

So I let my body
be my guide and
chart me to seduction

Nothing here is winding down,
we’ve got our distance
plotted out
all our paths are
homeward bound,
And I’ve ensured criss-crossing routes

Let’s do perpendicular
let the bedding do its bidding,
Let’s do perpendicular
let the hairs do their splitting,
Let’s do perpendicular
let the angles do their tangling
Let’s do perpendicular
see the stars as they do their spangling.

Nothing here is winding down,
we’ve got our distance
plotted out
all our paths are
homeward bound,
And I’ve ensured criss-crossing routes

Nothing here is winding down,
we’ve got our distance
plotted out
all our paths are
homeward bound,
And I’ve ensured criss-crossing routes
Track Name: Saturn or Star
How can you call someone special
without it sounding like someone else?
How can I prove that her sort of special
is of a kind that far excels?

Like a decorate exosphere
in worlds watercolored far from here
the light moves over her like glass blown
and twinkles her from ear to ear.

Like an operative troposphere
in ozones far and near
Perigee pulls her close to me
And cloud patterns come in clear.

It’s hard to tell with the naked eye
is it saturn floating there
or some distant star?
If it’s got threads then we’ve found the lid
to fit infinity in a jar.

How can I venture a trip to her
within the time I’ve got remaining?
How can I explore her vast pastel aspects
within the frame of a tiny painting?

Like a decorate exosphere
in worlds watercolored far from here
the light moves over her like glass blown
and twinkles her from ear to ear.

Like an operative troposphere
in ozones far and near
Perigee pulls her close to me
And her cloud patterns come in clear.

It’s hard to tell with the naked eye
is it saturn floating there
or some distant star?
If it’s got threads then we’ve found the lid
to fit infinity in a jar.

The color’s too dark for a skyscape shade
cause it’s not so abundant.
It’s soft and solitary--I’m the only one
allowed inside the atmosphere.

And even though it may be bold
to blend myself into the barrel of blues,
you’ll never be tainted.

Always kept pure and it’s always kept bright,
always kept in jars so tight,
and I will dab a drop of you,
it’ll make the world erase the white.

The dye of your eye,
the oxidation of your voice,
the sighs of the skies,
well it’s my flavor of choice.
Track Name: Changing Together
By chance we’ve changed together
from the youngest of the three
to aging rapidly.
We’ve changed from semi-sheltered
to progressive,
to obsessive over
one another.
Our whittled tastes
and our riddled place,
of cat toys, candles and colors.
Where we lost some recklessness and
our superstitions gone sour,
we learned how to spend each hour
and we turned two “mine”s into “our”
Track Name: The Elizabeth Privilege
Where did I find these nights together
Sharing these salts and the gleam of TV?
Grinding my elbow to push out a moan,
Kissing your open corners?

I can’t believe how simple it is
or how happy I’ve been still,
finding a love note on a cafe receipt
Waving to you from the sill

I feel like I’ve shot to the
very top of some mile long waiting list,
from some kind of clerical error
that earned me your love
I did nothing to deserve this privilege.

How do I treat these treats of yours,
coffee shops movies and
mumbled chats over jigsaw borders
and the sight of your sideways dances?

I can’t believe how little I looked
to find someone just like you,
your face and affection should be the reward
for something impossible thing to do.

I feel like I’ve shot to the
very top of some mile long waiting list,
from some kind of clerical error
that earned me your love
I did nothing to deserve this privilege.

Now let’s bow to our knees to the powers that be:
The roll of old infinites that showed you to me,
They told me they sold these gold memories for free,
For free.

This privilege in the village of three,
This privilege in the village of three.

This billion-star-sided sky did trick the die.
Rigged me to win, but I don’t know why.
Now I imbibe a lifetime supply,
but I don’t know why.

This privilege in the village of three,
This privilege in the village of three.

I feel like I’ve shot to the
very top of some mile long waiting list,
from some kind of clerical error
that earned me your love
I did nothing to deserve this privilege.
Track Name: Jars III
Everyday I find another jar
One that I didn’t know you filled,
And even though the lid is screwed on tight,
I know it will be worth the contents spilled.

You’ve got so many of these
prizes waiting for me,
hiding in the thick and perfect glass.
No matter how many I try
It always turns out that I find
somehow it’s never the last.

Everyday I find another jar
that you’ve learned to fill to naturalize your space,
Everyday I find another side of you,
Some organic perfume of your natural grace.

Your cheery cherry jam
might be my favorite
strawberry so smart and sultry
apricots are maple able, full of thoughts
and bee’s wax honeycombs
on fuzzy peach
preserves,
all the words I stutter
on your apple butter.

You’ve got so many of these
prizes waiting for me,
hiding in the thick and perfect glass.
No matter how many I try
It always turns out that I find
somehow it’s never the last.

Everyday I find another jar
that you’ve learned to fill to naturalize your space,
Everyday I find another side of you,
Some organic perfume of your natural grace.
Track Name: Ancient Breed
You must have been an ancient breed,
the kind of cat you see on pyramid stones.
You must have been the rarest of these
with hundreds hunting down your bones.

Now that time has passed I haven’t forgot
the exotic treasure of your temple.
You’re still a prize that all the adventurers sought
with the kind of binding eyes that make
tough men tremble.

There were so many others,
none that left a lasting trace.
I know to you you’re a scavenger too,
but an “x” has led me to this place.

Descendant of an ancient beauty
in a living lovely.
I hope someday our bodies found
will inspire those above me.

Wait here with me.

I had a pack of all the species
on the cards from a collectible deck.
Even know I couldn’t pick you out
if I took the time to check.

My sleight of mind could never find the perfect hand,
cause you’re missing from the master list.
You’re a high and wild that I found in the sand,
and no one else will feel the sealing of this brand.

Or the seal of this kiss.

You’re not a flashbulb memory,
your glyphs exist in reality.
And though there’s similarities in history,
you’re the only one here now I need.

You’re the embodiment of those who spent
their lives in true compassion.
The time I get to spend with you
will have to last in rations.

You are the ink that the muses will bring.
Somehow I’m allowed to steer the ship while you sing.
You’re the longing of kings.

Few deserve the art of preserved artifacts,
(you’re the only ancient breed that we could find in a million billion gem mines)
or gaze on caves with the paintings in tact.
(you are the only ancient breed in a billion bloodlines)
And the craft is exact.

As a kind of guardian
to the ancient breed I promise to
let you venture on your own
and do the digging that you want to do.

And while I’d never claim you as my own
something still is true,
I’ll stick by my precious thing
and always love you.