Self Avoiding Random Walk
Self Avoiding Random Walk
(Ayarou)
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Stephen Jay's third solo release is a new step in the blending of abstract art-funk with it's own ancient roots. The rhythm section is the raw heart of the music, from the deliciously dark Friction, a glorious atonal blowout with insidious lyrics about power and what rubs against it, to the wandering, seemingly random parallel lines and ethereal interludes of the title track, Self Avoiding Random Walk. Grooves wide open in ardor and attack throb with enough flavor and funk to give an odd majesty to this music as it seems closer to discovery than interpretation.
Sample MP3s:
- SELF AVOIDING RANDOM WALK - (mp3) (lyrics)
- THE MISTAKE - (mp3) (lyrics)
- SUBTLE - (lyrics)
- NORMAL - (lyrics)
- FRICTION - (mp3) (lyrics)
- WHAT THE VOODOO BECAME - (mp3) (lyrics)
- UNDERWATER - (mp3) (lyrics)
- DON'T THROW IT AWAY - (lyrics)
- INNOCENT PLAN - (lyrics)
- WHAT THEY SAY - (lyrics)
- HUNGRY TARGET - (lyrics)
- THE AND OF TWO
SELF AVOIDING RANDOM WALK
All said, the conversation mutated
I set out, to cover the moon up with some soul
Come back, perceive that and then bail out
Opportune theater, in a way I'm amazed
No sign or scent of fate
A truly inspired self avoiding random walk
In a way
Do it up, as soon as we find our way
Out of the way
Assuming we find that set of things
Can't stop them in place
You'll want to keep heat on those eggs
Another inviting set of keys
Those two are the same
Neither enslave or obey
Eventual hunger for a change
Grab what they feed you
Assuming the food lies okay
In case we don't mind it in our way
Sad what they'll tell you
Maybe we'll find another way
Like it was jaded, peek-a-boo played out in mud
Except on the way out, on the way
Out of the way
No sign or scent of fate
A truly inspired self-avoiding random walk
With an obvious touch
Good luck, assume what
What keeps you wide awake
Assume we couldn't find that set of things
Can't offer them to you
You'll want to keep heat on those eggs
Another inviting set of keys
No two are the same
Neither one is or ain't to blame
Meanwhile, it feels like the will can find a way.
Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay
© 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
THE MISTAKE Born rivals in hard trials Push on the wind with the sail Small matters in large patterns Pull on the tip of the tail Fine examples Of natural rivals Invading idols With minds of their own Push on the wind with the sail Pull on the tracks with the trail Dream in a dream you're awake And forget to correct the mistake Rising handfuls Of angular gambles Amazing samples With eyes of their own Tall ladders in large patterns Pull from the loss with the gain Small models of hard battles Push on the clouds with the rain Push on the wind with the sail Pull on the back of the tail Push on the moon with the tide Arch rivals in hard trials Take you along for a ride Dream in dream you're awake Small matters in large patterns Forget to correct the mistake. Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
SUBTLE Innuendo, cold shoulder Not like it's a sin Drink of water, dead reckoning Got nothing to win She's subtle, so subtle Unexpected, non-suffering Like nothing that's been She decided, a long time ago Not to do it again She's subtle, only on the outside So subtle, under her skin She's subtle, lonely on the other side So subtle, like it's a sin Diamond Sutra, non-happening Comes up from within Undecided, small offering One place to begin She's subtle, only on the outside So subtle, under her skin She's subtle, lonely on the other side So subtle, come from within Unexcited, calm everywhere No two are the same Systematic, start up the chain Outnumbered again She's subtle, so subtle She's subtle, and non-suffering So subtle, only on the outside She's subtle, and not opposite So subtle. Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
NORMAL Imagine a silent state In oceans of random aligning The subject of fragile fate With arts that are wild and exciting A chance in the perfect place A matter of time when you find it Might lead to a stranger pace As long as someone reminds it Who ever said it was normal never tried it Who should have known That there was something funny Who could have guessed how we Under-simplified it, single file down the alley Tonight we'll survive on fate Regardless of bias and timing Reflect in the empty space We'll light off some fireworks inside it As always an open gate There's plenty of room left inside it As long as we can complain As long as we don't ever find it As long as everything's normal we'll be fine then Always the same no matter where we find it Could get the feeling we might have hypnotized it Something more like we caught it It's always another place The product of random aligning Reviving the ancient chase A matter of time where you find it A strange way to balance fate The forces of nature combining Together they move it so far Never a clue where they're hiding Who ever said it was normal should have tried it To all the trouble to get something started Who could have known how we over analyzed it So much more for the money As long as everything's normal we'll be fine then Stay the same no matter how we fight it Still get the feeling we might have recognized it Something more like we want it Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
FRICITON Grease On the watchtower An Irregular stain Outside the palisades In the cattle compound Every gate had a cannon Every angle had a corner Friction Grace In the keeping of defenses and borders We became the inner circle All of the excess angles They were hard But they were gone Grease Grace Tribo-technology Sub-atomic scale Black smoke poured from the exhaust To a polite bow Miracle pusher In the keeping of defenses and borders Friction Grease On the watchtower We became the inner circle An Irregular stain Outside the palisades In the cattle compound We became the inner circle Of miracle pushers All of the excess angles They were hard But they were gone Friction Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
WHAT THE VOODOO BECAME Eyesight can get to where The symbol says everything Hindsight can leave you there Where ever it is About to find out About to view the remains A new kind of it What the voodoo became Foresight can lead you there Opposite anything Earshot can hit you where Ever it is To recognize it Called by some other name Along side of it What the voodoo became Worse of a color Out hesitation all About to find out About to see what there is A new kind of it How to be where it lives A long time but Some of the voodoo remains About to find out What the voodoo became Eyesight can get to where The symbol says everything Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
UNDERWATER Under water, a lot of air On the border, unaware Try to design to decide To design to decide What is it about to go there When it isn't about to become one Next to the one that's about to Leap out of the water On the wire, another wave Under fire, all the saved Burning all the desire To design to Desire to design Maybe even Make it come true Make a sort of Model of it anyway Maybe even believe in Something to believe in And never know If you can ever win It may be better Than nothing Underwater, a lot of air On the border, unaware What it is that keeps on Turning around and around What is it about to go there Maybe hidden from us But it's not like Something is up If it's not the Nature of the water Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
DON'T THROW IT AWAY Got a feeling maybe it's true We've got something better to do Dream it up and make it come true We just can't let go Don't throw it away Nobody told you how it could be Same one who's been talking to me Looking ahead it's easy to see We just somehow know Don't throw it away Say something else Try one thing Could be the lock Everything a miracle Carved in the rock There's one thing Loss in degree What could ever give it away? Don't throw it away Given the feeling let it come through Everything is ready for you Taking a chance it's long overdue We just can't let go Can't throw it away Go throw it away Say something else Try one thing Could be the lock Everything a miracle Lost in degrees There's something Carved in the rock What could ever give it away Don't throw it away Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
INNOCENT PLAN Taught was the woman Level the man Out in the open Do all they can Amazing the sax Undying the fan A natural act An innocent plan Why Oh ala sereki ba mi dia Adjikin touiyoungo Meum benkho diah Naturaroungi ya Meum babanee Adjikin touiyoungo ohodua There's no more woman At large is the man The actual fact Encasing the plan In time to react And do all you can Why Oh ala sereki ba mi dia Adjikin touiyoungo Meum benkho diah Naturaroungi ya Meum babanee Adjikin touiyoungo ohodua Amazing the sax Undying the fan A natural act An innocent plan Taught was the woman Level the man Out in the open Do all they can Doing what they can Music by Stephen Jay Lyrics by Stephen Jay & Elwyn Ellis © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
WHAT THEY SAY You can't put away what you don't do Believe it's true, get what's coming Can't imagine what you're going through Believable dreams, nothing's true Can't remember what the chances are Win somebody's war, uninformed In one side and out the other again Can't use second hands, some other plan Does it sound just like what they told you Isn't that just like what they'd say Given though it's got to be in a word It's got to be heard, from down in Will we ever need that word to the wise Buck some of the lies, gave good advise Can't remember what the chances are Win somebody's war, uninformed In one side and out the other again Like some other land You wonder Does it sound just like what they told you Isn't that just like what they'd say Does it look much like what they sold you Let them show the way You can't put away what you don't do Believe it's true, get what's coming Can't imagine what you're going through Believable dreams, nothing's true Can't remember what the chances are Win somebody's war, uninformed In one side and out the other again Can't use second hands, some other plan Does it sound just like what they told you Isn't that just like what they'd say Does it look much like what they sold you Let them show the way Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
HUNGRY TARGET Over the bias some budding mother Of titans sedate, almost obeyed Guard what's left with a false light Far less effort than will somehow made In tune silence regardless of doubt Outside of the fact there's some minus In magic still made, viable trade Form and line at the far side Go to the trouble and block out the Efforts of splatters and layers of ink Outside pulling, shows how could it Odds not fooling, hungry target Assemble the margin, put up part of the Fight to relate, or disengage None were left with their thoughts out A couple at last With the first sound they made With some bottom to balance it Gaze up at the fate then feel minor When it matters that way, orders erase Wonder it up with a false eye Jumble around and produce something Caught up in layers and layers of paint Outside pulling, shows how could it Odds not fooling, hungry target Never to find out some budding brother Of silence in case, all that took place Honor yourself with a full slice Suffer the battle a few times a day With some guidance and balancing Outside of the fact might feel magic Fuel matters that way, almost okay Blind what's left with a false eye Making an effort to pull something Out under layers and layers of weight Outside pulling, shows how could it Odds not fooling, hungry target Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
THE MISTAKE Born rivals in hard trials Push on the wind with the sail Small matters in large patterns Pull on the tip of the tail Fine examples Of natural rivals Invading idols With minds of their own Push on the wind with the sail Pull on the tracks with the trail Dream in a dream you're awake And forget to correct the mistake Rising handfuls Of angular gambles Amazing samples With eyes of their own Tall ladders in large patterns Pull from the loss with the gain Small models of hard battles Push on the clouds with the rain Push on the wind with the sail Pull on the back of the tail Push on the moon with the tide Arch rivals in hard trials Take you along for a ride Dream in dream you're awake Small matters in large patterns Forget to correct the mistake. Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
SUBTLE Innuendo, cold shoulder Not like it's a sin Drink of water, dead reckoning Got nothing to win She's subtle, so subtle Unexpected, non-suffering Like nothing that's been She decided, a long time ago Not to do it again She's subtle, only on the outside So subtle, under her skin She's subtle, lonely on the other side So subtle, like it's a sin Diamond Sutra, non-happening Comes up from within Undecided, small offering One place to begin She's subtle, only on the outside So subtle, under her skin She's subtle, lonely on the other side So subtle, come from within Unexcited, calm everywhere No two are the same Systematic, start up the chain Outnumbered again She's subtle, so subtle She's subtle, and non-suffering So subtle, only on the outside She's subtle, and not opposite So subtle. Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
NORMAL Imagine a silent state In oceans of random aligning The subject of fragile fate With arts that are wild and exciting A chance in the perfect place A matter of time when you find it Might lead to a stranger pace As long as someone reminds it Who ever said it was normal never tried it Who should have known That there was something funny Who could have guessed how we Under-simplified it, single file down the alley Tonight we'll survive on fate Regardless of bias and timing Reflect in the empty space We'll light off some fireworks inside it As always an open gate There's plenty of room left inside it As long as we can complain As long as we don't ever find it As long as everything's normal we'll be fine then Always the same no matter where we find it Could get the feeling we might have hypnotized it Something more like we caught it It's always another place The product of random aligning Reviving the ancient chase A matter of time where you find it A strange way to balance fate The forces of nature combining Together they move it so far Never a clue where they're hiding Who ever said it was normal should have tried it To all the trouble to get something started Who could have known how we over analyzed it So much more for the money As long as everything's normal we'll be fine then Stay the same no matter how we fight it Still get the feeling we might have recognized it Something more like we want it Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
FRICITON Grease On the watchtower An Irregular stain Outside the palisades In the cattle compound Every gate had a cannon Every angle had a corner Friction Grace In the keeping of defenses and borders We became the inner circle All of the excess angles They were hard But they were gone Grease Grace Tribo-technology Sub-atomic scale Black smoke poured from the exhaust To a polite bow Miracle pusher In the keeping of defenses and borders Friction Grease On the watchtower We became the inner circle An Irregular stain Outside the palisades In the cattle compound We became the inner circle Of miracle pushers All of the excess angles They were hard But they were gone Friction Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
WHAT THE VOODOO BECAME Eyesight can get to where The symbol says everything Hindsight can leave you there Where ever it is About to find out About to view the remains A new kind of it What the voodoo became Foresight can lead you there Opposite anything Earshot can hit you where Ever it is To recognize it Called by some other name Along side of it What the voodoo became Worse of a color Out hesitation all About to find out About to see what there is A new kind of it How to be where it lives A long time but Some of the voodoo remains About to find out What the voodoo became Eyesight can get to where The symbol says everything Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
UNDERWATER Under water, a lot of air On the border, unaware Try to design to decide To design to decide What is it about to go there When it isn't about to become one Next to the one that's about to Leap out of the water On the wire, another wave Under fire, all the saved Burning all the desire To design to Desire to design Maybe even Make it come true Make a sort of Model of it anyway Maybe even believe in Something to believe in And never know If you can ever win It may be better Than nothing Underwater, a lot of air On the border, unaware What it is that keeps on Turning around and around What is it about to go there Maybe hidden from us But it's not like Something is up If it's not the Nature of the water Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
DON'T THROW IT AWAY Got a feeling maybe it's true We've got something better to do Dream it up and make it come true We just can't let go Don't throw it away Nobody told you how it could be Same one who's been talking to me Looking ahead it's easy to see We just somehow know Don't throw it away Say something else Try one thing Could be the lock Everything a miracle Carved in the rock There's one thing Loss in degree What could ever give it away? Don't throw it away Given the feeling let it come through Everything is ready for you Taking a chance it's long overdue We just can't let go Can't throw it away Go throw it away Say something else Try one thing Could be the lock Everything a miracle Lost in degrees There's something Carved in the rock What could ever give it away Don't throw it away Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
INNOCENT PLAN Taught was the woman Level the man Out in the open Do all they can Amazing the sax Undying the fan A natural act An innocent plan Why Oh ala sereki ba mi dia Adjikin touiyoungo Meum benkho diah Naturaroungi ya Meum babanee Adjikin touiyoungo ohodua There's no more woman At large is the man The actual fact Encasing the plan In time to react And do all you can Why Oh ala sereki ba mi dia Adjikin touiyoungo Meum benkho diah Naturaroungi ya Meum babanee Adjikin touiyoungo ohodua Amazing the sax Undying the fan A natural act An innocent plan Taught was the woman Level the man Out in the open Do all they can Doing what they can Music by Stephen Jay Lyrics by Stephen Jay & Elwyn Ellis © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
WHAT THEY SAY You can't put away what you don't do Believe it's true, get what's coming Can't imagine what you're going through Believable dreams, nothing's true Can't remember what the chances are Win somebody's war, uninformed In one side and out the other again Can't use second hands, some other plan Does it sound just like what they told you Isn't that just like what they'd say Given though it's got to be in a word It's got to be heard, from down in Will we ever need that word to the wise Buck some of the lies, gave good advise Can't remember what the chances are Win somebody's war, uninformed In one side and out the other again Like some other land You wonder Does it sound just like what they told you Isn't that just like what they'd say Does it look much like what they sold you Let them show the way You can't put away what you don't do Believe it's true, get what's coming Can't imagine what you're going through Believable dreams, nothing's true Can't remember what the chances are Win somebody's war, uninformed In one side and out the other again Can't use second hands, some other plan Does it sound just like what they told you Isn't that just like what they'd say Does it look much like what they sold you Let them show the way Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)
HUNGRY TARGET Over the bias some budding mother Of titans sedate, almost obeyed Guard what's left with a false light Far less effort than will somehow made In tune silence regardless of doubt Outside of the fact there's some minus In magic still made, viable trade Form and line at the far side Go to the trouble and block out the Efforts of splatters and layers of ink Outside pulling, shows how could it Odds not fooling, hungry target Assemble the margin, put up part of the Fight to relate, or disengage None were left with their thoughts out A couple at last With the first sound they made With some bottom to balance it Gaze up at the fate then feel minor When it matters that way, orders erase Wonder it up with a false eye Jumble around and produce something Caught up in layers and layers of paint Outside pulling, shows how could it Odds not fooling, hungry target Never to find out some budding brother Of silence in case, all that took place Honor yourself with a full slice Suffer the battle a few times a day With some guidance and balancing Outside of the fact might feel magic Fuel matters that way, almost okay Blind what's left with a false eye Making an effort to pull something Out under layers and layers of weight Outside pulling, shows how could it Odds not fooling, hungry target Music & Lyrics by Stephen Jay © 2000 Ayarou Music (BMI)