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The Zero Gravity Chamber

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I wake up on Saturday morning, with no plans for the day. The temperature in my home drops low, low, low. Wrapped in a too big blanket, I stand in my living room looking at my breath, looking at Tarot cards. While strumming a stolen idea on my guitar, I imagine a being outside of time and space explaining the images to me, and next thing I know I have way too many words written down.

Below sits another 4-track tape recording, this time from early January 2010. The recording is of the song in progress. I’ve since updated some lyrics. The lyrics are below, coupled with the Camoin/Jodorowsky Tarot de Marseille cards that the being described.

Download “Make Love, Speak Tongues” by Dibson T Hoffweiler

XVI - The Tower

Outside of my mansion is rock garden made of gold,
and the people I tend to it are as ageless as they’re old.
If they’re on their hands and knees, I’ll set them to their feet,
And if they look up to me then I’ll set myself beneath.
Cos I’ll never get to meet them – no, I’ll never quite there be,
So I just want to give them the love they give to me.

But I don’t know anything
about making love
I just wanna speak in their tongues.

XVII - The Star

I see the stars above me make a perfect figure eight.
They’re still but ever-moving at an infinite rate.
I know that they’ve been there for as long as I’ve been me,
And they’ll continue to be there until I set them all free.
When I make that true, none will be alone,
And love will cover this world like a melting ice cream cone.

But I don’t know anything
about making love
I just wanna speak in their tongues.

XVIII - The Moon

I swim inside the swimming pool that sep’rates two dumb kings
In kingdoms situated such that none’s allowed to sing.
I say that that is silly, and then I sing that it’s so.
They say I must stay away, and I say they both blow.
But if they really blew they’d not be so down in the dumps.
They’d be just like their dogs, whose legs they wanna hump.

But I don’t know anything
about making humps.
I just wanna speak in their tongues.

I travel back in time, now, to see you standing on the stage.
I’ve words to share with you, but that time I’ll never change.
It’s as perfect now, as it was back then.
It’ll be perfect later when it happens again.
I made it happen once now, and that’ll be enough.
If you go back to change it, then I’ll know true love.

But I don’t know anything
about making love.
I just wanna speak in their tongues.

Since recording the song, I’ve changed some of the music. I don’t often do that, so I’m looking forward to doing an updated recording.

Download “Loose Lips” Demo by Dibson T Hoffweiler

Loose lips, word “like” get me into trouble.
Like you like me but not like I like you.
What is that “like” supposed to mean to me now
That we are like different people always?

Like the time we bust a cap into the sky,
And we take a walk through a dilated time.
All that we are fits onto a dime,
And it spins, spins, spins,
Lands face up other side.

We take a walk to overlook the sea.
The polished lamps all glow effortlessly,
but theirs: it is a mundane beauty.
It’s available to you and me
and everybody.

I can read your words and you can read my mind.
My face like your shirt (red).
Don’t stick your love in places you know it’s not
When you can observe
to find it where it is.

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Ada Lovelace was one of the world’s first computer programmers, and one of the first people to see computers as more than just a machine for doing sums. She wrote programmes for Charles Babbage’s Analytical Engine, a general-purpose computing machine, despite the fact that it was never built. She also wrote the very first description of a computer and of software.

That’s from findindada.com, which is celebrating Ada Lovelace Day to encourage people to write (“blog”) about women in science and technology. As my contribution, I present this demo of my musical tribute to Ada:

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The lyrics allude to Ada Lovelace and Ada the programming language named after her.

Ada, they made you in the nineteenth century,
The only child Lord Byron bore legitimately.
Your mother was the parallelogram princess.
To keep herself sane she taught you math; she was obsessed.

Ada, they remade you in nineteen-seven-nine.
Department of Defense named you in four years time
After last century’s Countess of Lovelace,
And then they used your name to enter outer space.

But, Ada, you failed them when you tried to launch that ship.
And, Ada, they failed you when they bled you – you were sick,
But bleeding cannot cure you of uterine cancer.
And spaceships won’t fly when they’re filled with runtime errors.

So, Ada, we remember you by making up this language,
And continuing the works of folks like Charles Babbage.

And I always think of you when using my computer.

Download “Suddenly Something’s Changed” (Huggabroomstik cover) by Dibson T Hoffweiler

Download Bull Run, Beer Run (Phoebe Kreutz cover) by Dibson T Hoffweiler

When between apartments in May, I spent some time at my family’s home with my 4-track recording some songs, “Something in the Way” among them. That was nearly a year ago. Having that time apart makes the recordings sound more complete to my ears. Still rough, but complete enough to share with other ears, if they’ll take them.

Download Something in the Way (Nirvana Cover) by Dibson T Hoffweiler