Self Talk

by Jonathan Burks

you are what you sin, let the right one in we are where we been legs of mice and men carry what they can and don’t what they can’t surfs up young Siddhartha party starts with or without ya strange times indeed, you are what you need we grow what we feed backs of mice, big time they bend heavy boots descend the Mike Tysons and Jesus Christers pulling blood and buying tigers no more next of kin, the valley floods that's it let the right one in surface displays the fin, we swim where we're in you see what you get heart of darkness there on its haunches selfie-stick, yes, poke and taunt it mouthful of sharks and sheep no teeth in our dreams, no peace in our sleep hearts of mice and men pound upon the wind let the right one in
so down on your luck coming back around from above steady as the rain, coming round from above you gotta take it easy honey but take it, uh huh times are tough but so are you aint nothing but another something to get through you gotta take it easy honey but take it, uh huh mouths all full of timber, everyone’s got the scoots you aint got no time for that, what what, woot woot you gotta take it easy honey but take it, uh huh whatever cracks your gong, whatever floats your boat if the water’s wet you gotta get in and row you gotta take it easy honey but take it, uh huh
shadow of light kicking noise around in the darkness cartoon hands, four fingers, no bird no flight pop goes the elbow paint, medium’s the message uncanny flood plain catching up passing lights way to be, it’s alive we’re all made up monsters crushing on our Frankenstein dust thrown puppets between lens and light source sunset blushed with the half-truth of a clean edge looking at a future long flown apart and rendered a robust broth, a thick soup of load bearing lies it’s quite the scene, it’s a happening time we’re all playing dress tying bows on monkey mind side saddle on the rat king, dreaming down the darkness cartoon hands, four fingers, no bird no flight brute force of enzymes, hijinks, and deep code bottoms up shake down, crushing through the fractal brine nothing to see, it’s all double blind hitched between the cold teeth of processes we ride it’s quite the scene, it’s a happening time dressing up the nothing the only show, the long unwind it’s not real, but it’s the realest lie pinned beneath the cold teeth of processes we ride
I bent my head to the river and fed a feast of electric blue light my consciousness is mine to remix and tune however I like turned up and on big and bright pull up a cloud when I want to sit down and ease the ache of body and mind aint nobody’s business how you get your kicks no one can walk in the shoes you drive stepping hard, on through the night flutter and wow, here and now phase-shift of the finite ride static and hiss, the iron, the twist color the tape as it winds over and on, wound up tight


We were scheduled to start recording this album the first Saturday of the lockdown. Towards the end of March, Didier suggested we try jamming online. We’ve muddled together an approach that works for us.

Since I work in a grocery store as a Covid sponge I’ve been keeping to myself when I’m not at work. So, social distant record making it is then.

It’s rad to have bandmates that are wiling to deal with 90 minutes of technical issues and digital frustration, just to get at a few minutes of connection.

I appreciate that they trust me to get someplace good, even if it takes me awhile to get there and even if “there” is fucking weird.

We're recording this album via Zoom meetings, sending files back and forth. I’ll be mixing the album and making adjustments as we go along. Your feedback is welcome and encouraged.

I plan to release a song once a week, 10 songs in total.

Here’s the song titles, in no particular order:

Let the Right One In
Be Nice
Automata for the People
Take It Easy (But Take It)
Self Talk
Beta Blue
Flutter and Wow
In the Wind
Money, Pussy, Weed
Game Over

you can check out some of our Zoom band practice sessions here:


released July 2, 2020

Nathan Kilen - Drums
Didier Leplae - Guitar
Jonathan Burks - Vocals and Piano

Produced and recorded by Jonathan Burks, Didier Leplae, and Nathan Kilen.

Mixed by Jonathan Burks

all songs by Jonathan E. Burks

album art based on an eyes-closed portrait by Leslie Vaglica




Jonathan Burks Milwaukee, Wisconsin

"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro"

here's some pro tips:

1) Keep a scream journal. Scream into a camera or microphone at least once a day. Any word or sound will work. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" seems to work for me.

2) Dance for 5 minutes daily. Dance on the way to the bathroom or kitchen. Dance as ugly as you can.

3) Make funny faces. Sit in front of a mirror and get strange.
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