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.​.​. is Lando Martini (Hindsight is 2020)

by The Good Doctor

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[Spoken] It is my great pleasure to introduce tonight our most honored guest he's a patron of the arts and a renaissance man for the ages he's is a star of the stage and screen and a master of auditory hallucinations He is a scholar of arcane texts and a saint of the dance floor He is a proud sinner and a scoundrel Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, the great Lando Martini! Welcome ladies and gentlemen I'm the great Lando Martini and here I'm to grant your wishes three like an techno-tastic genie First wish? Well that ones done 'cuz I'm here and, yes, your welcome The other two? Well I've got some time so let's just get on to them This is where the magic happens, fellas hit the door and the ladies, yeah, well the ladies, yeah start movin' on the floor I've got magic hands and a golden voice and I'm gonna get up in ya And if you've got religion girls I'm turnin' you ta sinnas [Spoken] I apologize for this interruption but I must make a brief announcement The management have noticed that tonight's performance has caused the room to grow dangerously warm As a result, many of of have become overheated and light-headed We have prepared for such a situation and there are soft beds covered in luxurious fabrics at your disposal The Good Doctor will be making his rounds to check on you periodically With no further ado bitches and hoes the great Lando Martini! Ok now seems we're getting warm but I wanna see you glisten and when I speak open your ears and take the time to listen Lando is quite the ladies man so slide up out those pants and when you feel the rhythm girls I wanna see you dance Shake the things that you were given every single part and when we're all buck naked then the party really starts This is a night that all of you will never forget ever So what's my name? Say it again. It's easy to remember
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I'm gettin too good at killing myself and I'm only getting better with time With each sip I take and each move I make I'm a little bit closer to dyin' Now I ain't seen in the sun in so many days that I'm not even sure it exists And my bed's so warm while the night's so cold Well it doesn't make much sense to resist I've grown so lonely Whoa, so very lonely I'm gettin' too good at forgetting the world that I'm not even sure I'll return And the pictures on the TV set melt my brain so I'd rather watch my cigarette burn Since my friends stopped callin' I've become my best friend But the pizza man's entered the race And if he likes it or not he's pretty much all I've got one of these days I'll have to ask him his name I've grown so lonely Oh yeah, so lonely
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50 megatons of annihilation sweep down in waves mass extermination erase from the globe every single nation each population of the human race and I ask myself what is this all for just a pissing contest for the morally poor just a race to the top of the darwin awards the first life on Earth rotten down to its core Bomba! Bomba! London is burning Bomba! Bomba! Paris is burning Bomba! Bomba! D.C is burning Oh the whole world is burning Bomba! Bomba! London is burning Bomba! Bomba! Paris is burning Bomba! Bomba! D.C is burning Oh the whole world is burning Mr. President you can solve this crisis first thing is first don't for get what's nice is coming face to face with with your pride and vices the downfall begins when you roll the dice and just ask yourself what is this all for just a pissing contest for the morally poor just a race to the bottom of the barrel for sure signal red alert this is def-con 4 Bomba! Bomba! London is burning Bomba! Bomba! Paris is burning Bomba! Bomba! D.C is burning Oh the whole world is burning Bomba! Bomba! London is burning Bomba! Bomba! Paris is burning Bomba! Bomba! D.C is burning Oh the whole world is burning
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Drug induced comas Plastic-covered sofas Suburb sunburns Diamond doggy chokers Bloody Mary's mixed White-collar lunatics Afternoon doom and gloom Mommy get your fix Kids are home at 3 turn on the old TV No time to unwind Put on a pot of tea Dinners on at 6 She needs another hit Crack the top, pour the shot We're no idiots Gettin' good and sauced That little girl is lost No dreams are redeemed Set microwave, defrost She's got a hungry man No time for lovin' man Her cheek pecked, she suspects he's into other men So much for that American dream portrayed up on the TV screen She cooks, she cares, and then she cleans she's known as the domestic queen So much for that American dream portrayed up on the TV screen so crazy that she wants to scream Burbank is all about routine It's just another day Poor mommy needs to play Shake and bake, take a break Pour some chardonnay It's almost story time Another glass of wine In a funk, gettin' drunk Almost feelin' fine She wants a beefcake Instead eats cheesecake She daydreams and it seems that everything's OK Make sure the bills are paid She take the razor blade It's fine, they won't mind if Mommy goes away
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Somebody once told me it’s better to be lonely 'cuz it is then and only then when you can be truly free Nobody hanging on ya No bitchin' baby mamas Come and talk to me but only if you wanna make things freaky I'm just a lover man Not one for hugging, man Imma put it in and get what's mine and then I'm out again Don't need to disrespect 'cuz I don't care that much the only thing in life I love is when I feel that filthy touch You know I need my nasty so sweet and salty tasty Gimme girls in fuck me pumps clothing made of silk and mesh I'm blowing kisses honey you're blowing me for money either way it's all the same succumbing to my charms again They call me BtD 'cuz that's my name you see but you don't wanna know just what those letters mean to me It’s more than just a name More than a silly game More than all the sickest shit you ever thought up in your brain But that don't matter now forget the why's and how's only focus on the moment open up that shirt a show me I like the T & A it's in my DNA So when I get a look at boob I'm known to shout out Sadtay Forgive me I'm so cheesy Romance a little sleazy Sometimes I can be a dick I swear, go ask my brother Stevie But he don't know a thing about the games I play and how I need my filthy touching almost every single day But that's my mystery personal history seducing you with trickery is such pyrrhic victory Now what's the fun in that? I'm string and you're the cat You can't resist my jerk and twist come eat me up I'm tuna fish (doona peesh) It's almost all too clean So clear it's nigh obscene Dripping' wet your sobriquet is slippin’ Jimmy jism queen That's what I like to see I know you came to me with opens arms and open legs and open mind all slippery You want that filthy touch You need it oh so much You talking' dirty now beg in Pennsylvania Dutch Oh shit that's what I need a polyglot indeed whisperin' into my ear as I release prodigious seed
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Floating in space, between the moon and earth Systems check everything seems to be Ok My mind drifts back to the sand and the clear blue surf I touch down soon schedule shows no delay But as I fall to sleep the meters go alert a red flag warning, somewhere seals have burst Compression drops, I scramble for my mask with terror setting in I focus on the task Breath, man and do what you've been trained Until the air runs out I'll just try to stay alive 'cuz I don't wanna die I never said goodbye 'Cuz livin' life hard is to me what it's all about I've killed my fear and doubts my mind is clearing out Get your head straight man this is your life and death one hundred twenty thousand miles away from home If you can't keep your cool then you've got nothing left this endless void will surely be your tomb Rerouting power, into a forward thrust push me back toward, the land below If I crash it my best chance, god grant me luck but if I die it will not be alone Breath, man and do what you've been trained Until the air runs out I'll just try to stay alive 'cuz I don't wanna die I never said goodbye 'Cuz livin' life hard is to me what it's all about I've killed my fear and doubts my mind is clearing out
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Beyond the north winds a burned out sun Providing power The blackest hole The blackest hole Portal to the fathers We are their sons Connected to the Pleiades They seek control They seek control From the bull sign Clustered stars Nords have traveled Teaching man 400 and counting They've journey far Gold is their color The vril commands Ahhhhh! Burn on blackest sun I absorb you into me Come to me all you chosen ones I seek to slaughter all I see Corrupted men have co-opted truth and used their legend to seek weak ends To seek weak ends Tiles organized in ancient form in crumbled castles I cast you down i cast you down You are nothing I cast you down We are older and you are ground beneath the boot heels of those you seek to subjugate by perverting our strength Ahhhhh! Burn on blackest sun I absorb you into me Come to me you chosen ones I seek to slaughter all I see
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You know the answer to the riddle I can see it all upon your face You can try to hide the secrets you know But you can never hide all the pain inside You can tell your lies about how you're happy But I can see how sad you truly are If there's one thing that I can understand, dear It's the lure of depression on one's soul Get up, get out, get out this way You gotta come out and see the light of day 'cuz everything tells you that it's wrong Move out, move out from the dark inside It's much to easy just to creep hide 'cuz if you don't it's only getting darker It's only getting darker It's only getting darker
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Mysteries surround the mind in truth the whole of humankind a grey mist clouds all mortal thought somewhere far a vision caught MCT encompass me show me what I need to see devils clothed in black and green nature's minions in the trees magic is but the unknown some say faith is weakness sown I say either is to blame for all the problems man has made you have witness words of might in ancient scrolls and godless night sing along with me my friends a simple song that never ends

about

The year was 2010, and I had just released my debut album, 'The Good Doctor... is in (Subproject 94)’. The reviews came pouring in from all over my friends and immediate family. It was a success! My mother said it may be the greatest album of all-time; and she hung the cover art on the fridge. Bolstered by the positive feedback, I immediately began working on a follow-up.

At some point later that year, I developed an alternate persona named Lando Martini. This character was a sleazy, modern day lounge singer. He was brash, cheesy, arrogant, and ostentatious. Think Tony Clifton (Google it) and you're close to the idea. At first he existed only in a song (Introducing Lando Martini) but I soon flirted with the idea of a whole concept album starring Lando. Over the course of the following four years, MANY songs were started but never finished. Some were almost completed but I never got to the point where they felt ready. By 2014, the concept album died and I ended up creating only one more song that fit the theme (That Filthy Touch). Consequently, the two Lando songs happen to be my least favorite on this album but I left them on for a few reasons. First and foremost being that I would never write songs like these today. I don't know if it's maturity or just me changing with the times but now that we have a real life Lando in the White House the character seems a lot less funny and more cringe. Maybe it was cringe even back then and I was too immature to see it. I don't know. But the intent was always satirical and meant to poke fun at the misogynistic wannabe lotharios oft glorified in music, film, and our society at large. All things considered, I was still hesitant to release these tracks because I feared that it may come across that I was actually glorifying that kind of behavior myself. Ultimately I moved past that thought as I think it's important to show my growth as a musician, as a writer, and as a person. And, though I don't think the conceptual basis is as amusing as I once did, I'm still proud of my clever lyricism and I put a lot of goddamned work into these tracks so cut me some slack here ;)

This album spans four or so years of my life where I was learning the craft of songwriting. I mean, I'm STILL learning but back then I was a novice. Now I'd like to think I'm pretty darned good for someone who only has basic home equipment and almost zero musical talent. It was a bit of a golden era for me. A big part of the reason these (and other) tracks never saw the light of day was because in mid-2013 my father died suddenly and it completely killed all of my creativity; partly because of the emotional impact of the death itself and partly because something in me died with him. I gave up on making music and focus on my career instead. Over the next year I would occasionally get the bug to start something new or finish something left unfinished but most of the time it never went anywhere. At least until 2015.

In Spring of that year I sat down and finish a bunch of unfinished tracks; many of which appear on this album. I put my nose to the grindstone and really focused on completing many of these tracks but I somehow ended up creating five new entirely instrumental tracks inspired by some of my favorite retro wave artists at the time (Lazerhawk, Perturbator, Com Truise, etc). Those tracks became the NightDriver EP; a much less appreciated but, in my opinion, superior album to my first.

After the release, and another tepid response (my mom didn’t really love the first album), once again the flame died. And this time it stayed dead for another four more years until I was laid off from that aforementioned career I gave so much of my life to. Since then, I've spent a lot of time thinking about who I am and what I want from this life. The only consistent answer is that I must make music. So late last year I started digging out some old files, looking for good ideas I'd forgotten about and making new ones too. I’m happy to report that I’m currently working on two concept albums; one, a spiritual successor to NightDriver and another, more serious, indie pop album. In the last few weeks I've been working hard to get those albums done and yet, despite my drive, these old tracks came back to haunt me one last time.

I stumbled across a couple of the almost finished songs lurking in my iTunes playlist and thought to myself, it’s time. So, one by one, I went through the list of unfinished tracks and found the ten you see here today. Some were entirely finished and had been for some time but they still never felt right. And now, in hindsight, I could finally see why they felt off - they sounded like shit! I’ve spent the last two weeks remastering them, cutting out unnecessary noise, and refining them. After several long, late nights, I can truly say I'm happy with the results. They're finally ready! To be honest, it's been hectic and I still kinda wish I had spent that time working on the new songs; but I'm glad to finally let this music out of its cage after all these years. I hope you like what you hear.

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released February 19, 2020

All music by The Good Doctor except where noted.

All samples used in 'That Filthy Touch', 'The Answer', and 'We Need Some Help' courtesy The Messiah Project.

Guitars on 'St. Crispin's Day' by Justin Minasian

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The Good Doctor is a pseudonym of The Monarch BtD though in other worlds he's also been known as Dr. Joseph Scheider, Dr. Sydney Gottleib, The Dirty Trickster, The Invoker of Murmur, The Traveler of the Area of Bilocation. In a former life he was the director of the U.S. government's MK-Ultra program before it was "shut down." The Good Doctor defies labels but will shamelessly use them to make $$$ ... more

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