Collection of unreleased jams by the original Tear Garden lineup.
Part of the Subconscious Communications FROM THE VAULT subscription series.
Both pressings limited to 1000 copies, SUB 026b is housed in a digipack
Tracks are said to range from very early (demos from 1986) to a brand new track
“Dr Changs Tummy Rub,” which was provisionally titled “Changer,” is dedicated cEvin Key’s cat Chang (1996-2002).
On the initial pressing, the back liner misspells “Drown” as “Down.”

2020 Bandcamp notes:
Part of Subconscious Communications “From The Vault” series. Many songs have their roots in the 80’s but were finished 20 years later, other songs are outtakes from TG in the 90s.

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Lyrics

PERFORATED MAN:
This is our dear lord at heaven’s gate
See the wings upon his ankles
Here’s the chariot the angels
Five long years but worth the wait
Further down you have the serpent
I’m the master he’s the servant
I keep him caged because he’s nervous
For the dragon sleeps below
Far down below

This one is for my sweet beloved
Died at childbirth undiscovered
This one’s why I’m here
I suffered – covered every hall with tears
Now there’s nothing left to see
Tell your children you met me
The perforated man

Just aim your camera
While I flee
A picture’s all I can bequeath
You won’t be disappointed I guarantee
Tell your children you met me
The perforated man

A BITTER PILL:
Heard you on the radio
The morning show was stuck
Between a trailer and a bus
Didn’t we do well my friend
So how’s life in Las Vegas –
Are there alligators waiters
Drop-dead gorgeous babes in rugs

You said it in the papers
How you knew that you were never one of us
And I confess
I could not stand you with your poems and your pout
When they used you as a racehorse in the playground
I would cheer aloud

Some of us are sweating
Some of us are proud
So what’s it like out there
Remember standing in the crowd

Those we have victimized will come back to haunt us
Those we have vilified lie back and they taunt us
Those we have victimized will come back to haunt us
Those we rejected are high up on revenge – they will seek

Seek

THE TRAIN TO CHINA:
Bikini girls and hunks are showing us the joys of being perfect
Bouncing balls in June they’re cruising – surfing to those tunes we love
Hi-ho but get rubbing (?) please be careful with my tan
Rust-red as a washed-up can but warm enough to tempt the lifeguard

Save me (?) take me in your rickshaw far away to China
Save me (?) take me in your rickshaw far away to China

Get those lips around my waist I need resuscitation
Hammer on my heart and that old door of love will let you in
Hi-ho but get rubbing (?) please be careful with my tan
Rust-red as a washed-up can but warm enough to tempt the lifeguard

Save me (?) take me in your rickshaw far away to China
Save me (?) take me in your rickshaw far away to China

EXTRACT FROM EMPATHY NO. 2:
Instrumental

SPLATTERFLICK:
Reject spun his mutant eye on the tip of a finger
Which he had indelicately chewed off earlier that day
Surveyed the crowd above
They were always there
Beeping (?)
Drinking the squalor
Cherishing the misfortunes of ghosts discarded

For my next trick I will dissolve my navel with a globule of my acid saliva
He announced cynically
And coins rained in – bouncing off his collapsed cranium
So he took a bow – howled
Just howled like a trumpet call from a hag’s cauldron
Like a cry – like a scream from hell itself
From hell itself

BLACK CURTAINS:
Cancel the wedding renounce all the vows
I shall suck on those kisses – ride on a cow
To the monastery high over there in the clouds
Silent for 25 years

I saw you collide with a history teacher
Watched fingertips brush over coffee and Nietzche
If he is your type who am I to beseech you
To stay here for 25 years

You tell him I cared you say I was earthy
Steadfast and honest but not really worthy
See how I feel when you’re pleading for mercy
Baby in 25 years

Stones in my heart there’s a lump in my throat
Spare a cent for the misfit – a dime for his goat
I’ll love you and leave you my favorite coat
Had it for 25 years

Black curtains
Wish me well

Black curtains
Wish me well

THE BOMB BOMB LOOPAPA TRIBE DROWN THEMSELVES IN A VAT OF MARMITE:
Instrumental with Edward Ka-Spel’s voice threaded throughout in a backwards loop.

ALL THE STARS ARE FALLING:
Time to lose
Time to mourn
Time to guide this raft on
On through the storm
We’re counting to ten thousand
With our eyes closed

I’m sure that island’s on the other side – a blink away
Don’t shrink away
I offer you my flask – no strings attached
Just knock it back and count your blessings
Yes you found me
I’m your bounty
I’m the prize so take me proudly
Don’t open up your eyes

Don’t play with knots or say the wrong thing
I’m the captain of this ship
It goes where I decide
I make the rules
I write the script

Our mystery trip
God’s mercy on an open sea
And all the stars are falling
Yes all the stars are falling

Falling

EXTRACT FROM EMPATHY NO. 3:
Instrumenal

DR. CHANG’S TUMMY RUB:
Instrumental