Rhinoceros Crossing

by Cannonball Statman

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about

(Some of y'all have been telling me I'm not a real Musician™, because I don't talk about myself often enough on the Internet; so I'm going to tell a few stories here about the songs on this album, and then I'm going to go livestream myself petting my dog or something)

The man with one hand in the song "Hoyt-Schermerhorn (and a Man with One Hand)" exists in real life, but when I met him waiting for the G train at Hoyt-Schermerhorn, he was wearing a Venetian mask, not a Venusian mask (which was still pretty cool). He's also a really good rapper, we were in a band together for about half an hour.

Recently, I was on a bus somewhere wearing a shirt with a picture of the planet Saturn on it, and someone approached me and asked if I was "the guy from the band Saturn Youth"; I looked it up, and no such band exists, so I made it the title of the second song on this album. And no, I didn't feed LSD to my dog, but it's not outside the realm of possibility that my dog fed LSD to me.

I wrote "Snow Globe" when I was 16, as a response to people insisting I write more "happy" songs, and I was so happy with how it came out that I started playing it at my shows, and eventually recorded it. Whether or not it is, in fact, a "happy" song remains a topic of heated debate, mostly between me and my dog.

credits

released September 14, 2019

All music and lyrics written, composed, arranged, performed, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jesse, who also designed and took the photo on the album cover, which was almost destroyed, but was miraculously rescued by Katherine Koch.

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Track Name: Hoyt-Schermerhorn (and a Man with One Hand)
The other night, I met a man with one hand,
he asked me to roll a joint for him;
it’s not easy to roll anything
with one hand.

He had some kind of a face
with a Venusian mask on it;
some kind of a mask
imposed on his face,

waiting for the G train at Hoyt-Schermerhorn
at four in the morning,

where my dog
and everybody waiting on the train platform sat and stared

at everything, or something,
becoming nothing,

a subway conductor in the corner
moved the universe with her hands, and said,

“somebody just walked into this train station,
jumped onto the train tracks,

and just, like that, started
flatlining,”

and my dog,
and everybody waiting on the train platform sat and stared

at everything, or something,
becoming nothing,

a subway masturbator in the corner
milked himself with his hands, and said,

“I’ve never seen anything like this before;
but I’ve never seen anything

waiting for the G train at Hoyt-Schermerhorn
at four in the morning.”
Track Name: Saturn Youth
My dog took a lot of LSD,
and fell asleep, mysteriously,

and none of my friends ever listen to me
when I say I need somebody.

And the power’s out;
the devil’s living in your apartment,
in the thunderstorm,
in these coldest days.

Riddled with anxiety,
my band put out our new CD,

but we’re sick of the music industry;
all they wanna do is take our money.

And the drummer’s gone, he’s on the run.
You’re locked out of your own apartment;
you’re broke, tired, and hungry in America.

You’re dying alone in America.
Track Name: Skyscraper
At night,
running through the air,
through landscapes of our eyes;

there is something else
behind these walls and doors
leading into breakfast at night.

All I wanna do is
jump through the floor;
didn't you when you'd just woke up?

A party is starting at night,
and the lonely lounge club singers
become physically demented,

while the man behind the wall
is dying in a room of saturated blues
and cigarette smoke illuminated by
black and white camera flashes
from photographers in tuxedoes.

They said a hospital at night
inside a tall lifeless building
is fluorescent greens and pale walls;

somebody in a gown
loses all character inside of 'em
at the sight of a syringe,

but manages to remain calm
in front of doctors
waiting for the next parade of infants
to march in their doors.

All they're gonna do is
break the law;
didn't you when you'd just come into this world?

He died on the street that night,
fueled by the messages on the billboards
starring signs of the apocalypse

and silver screen dreams of a last chance
at his road to fame through the back entrance
of the theater where the rocket ship went off;

and the ashes of Hi8 video tapes of the crash
sent him back to bed,
waiting for the window to open up into the sky.

He was no more;
his soul sinking into the stained cement,
in the raindrops
in the mud
in the friends with mouths wide open,

and the bluest sky
from the oceans of all their entire lives,
at night.
Track Name: Snow Globe
We live in different time zones.
We take the same train

to see the mailman;
he lives between us.

You live on the other side
of the town we live in.

It likes to snow on my side.
I like to talk to your side,

but I don't talk to you
because you don't talk back

except to say "hello"
and more importantly "goodbye."

Something really amazing is going on in my life
that I can't describe in words.

Something really frightening is going on in my life
that I can't describe in words,

and I can't describe it in words.

We live in different time zones.
We get up on the same days;

see the same big bright sun,
but it isn't setting.

We pick the same apples
from a different place.

They have a different taste
depending on where you eat them.

Would you like to take a ride to the other side of town?

Your life is a school of sacred music.
I can still hear you sometimes
singing through the treetops
in my old neighborhood,
where the power's almost always out,
and the people watch the sunset
sitting in the park,
drinking heineken,
smoking cigarettes,
and laughing and dying like old friends.

You are as old as time,
and I'm a little bit older than you;

I can still see you sometimes
sitting on the stoop
outside your old building,
dreaming of fire
and words we never said.
Track Name: Branch
I am walking in the park, in autumn,
in evening, and I see
nothing.
For a second, I love it, again.

You know, I don’t know, and
it’s hard to know,
but you know,
and I know.

I could talk to one of these trees,
they wouldn’t talk back;
these don’t talk back.
You used to talk back to me,

and I know out there somewhere there’s a
branch connected to you,
but it’s not me;
it’s not me.

This is around the time of year,
everyone is shifting;

so take control.
Talk in words.
It’s so strange;
you took my
branch.

Don’t give in
when the hell of this house is leaving you alone.

Don’t give in
when the hell of your house is leaving you alone.

Don’t give in
to the demands of your other collection.
Track Name: Beautiful, Terrifying
Your Facebook page knows more about you than you do
in your dreams;
in your dreams, there’s a man they call “the Mass Disturbance
from the Uncharted Corridors of Known Existence.”

Let’s all sit on top of this table;
stare into space,
screaming, “I’m a little bit crazy;
I might be a whole lot crazier than you.”

Yesterday, you rode the train with the Man in the Vampire Suit;
I told you he was real, but nobody knows!
It’s a strange, beautiful, fucked up world.
The gold vest became a useless cover;

he took it off,
threw it under the Arctic Circle, screaming,

“I’ve had all those dreams,
beautiful and terrifying,
about you, and the Man in the Vampire Suit

came by yesterday;
says he’s been listening in to your refrigerator again.
He’s checked into the motel in the center of town,
drinking coffee to fuel his brain,
and his sights are set on you,

but one day, his eyes are gonna fall out,
glued to you for too long.”

Your friends just wanna play around with strange girls,
and leave them for dead, when they find out
they’ve got brains living in their heads.

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