Intergalactic Messenger of Divine Light and Love
hi-my-name-is-jonnythe-power-of-soundTouched By Geniusthere-is-something-wrong-with-youIntergalactic Messenger of Divine Light and Love by Jonny PolonskyListen

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Credits

Produced and engineered by Jonny Polonsky
(except Ugly People Living in the Hole; engineered by Ken Sluiter)

With additional engineering by Mario Caldato, Jr., Kevin Dean, Ken Sluiter, Chris Testa
Recorded at Akademie Mathematique of Philosophical Sound Research
Additional recording at Ground Round Sound, MCJ Sound, Squeak E. Clean Studios, Kingsize

Mixed by Jim Scott at Plyrz Studios

Mastered by Martin Pradler

All songs by Jonny Polonsky (Spanakopita Songs, BMI)

All tracks performed by Jonny Polonsky, except:
Honesty: Tim Dow, drums
Ugly People Living in the Hole: Jason Batchko, drums; Solomon Snyder, bass
Coming Into Slaughter: Joe Dapier, drums; Brett Simons, bass; Greg Suran, guitar; Fred Lonberg-Holm, cello
Something to Believe In: Juliette Commager, background vocals

Album cover artwork: Meats Meier
Album design: Tim Bruce, Bryan Kveton, LOWERCASE INC.

Thanks to: Mario C, Joe Cassidy, Lindsay Chase, Kevin Dean, Martin Pradler, Alexis Smart

Special thanks to: Tim Bruce, Bryan Kveton and Lowercase, Inc., Paul Elledge, Meats Meier, Rick Rubin, Jim Scott, Ken Sluiter, Chris Testa

For f+l, and the old gringo


Lyrics (click song title to expand)

1. Bearclaw

We’ve broken through before
We know the truth
We’re looking through the walls
We don’t need more proof

I’m completely unraveled
I’ve been out in the rain
I hope to God I never
See a storm like that again

You gave me your diamonds
You’ve given me your rash
But I want more than poison oak
And a million bucks in cash

The music calls to you
And it knows your name
It tells you everything
Before the mailman came

I found me a letter
It came out of the trash
It turned my eyes to liquid
And my questions into ash

I’m completely unraveled
I’ve been out in the rain
I hope to God I never
See a storm like that again

You fed me your bacon
You’ve given me your sweets
But I need more than bearclaws
And a plate of breakfast meats

Now you gave me your diamonds
You’ve given me your rash
But I want more than poison oak
And a million bucks in cash

2. See Your Lies

I see the traces of the bloodless revolution
In every face I see the agent of evolution
With God as man, woman as God
And all are loving
Know we are free and we can see
Don’t need no Bausch & Lomb

And it’s true that we don’t have no teeth
And it’s true that we don’t have no arms
And it’s you hiding just underneath
All the tricks and jokes you don’t need at all

If every hour of every day is your creation
Why do you sit there lost in boredom and stagnation?
The seeds of doubt inside my mind that have been planted
Are neither good nor bad nor useless
They are stepping stones

And it’s true that we don’t have no teeth
And it’s true that we don’t have no arms
And it’s you hiding just underneath
All the tricks and jokes that feed your lies

Lies
Embroidered with the mark of the beast
Lies, lies
Exploding right in front of your eyes
See your lies

And it’s true that we don’t have no teeth
And it’s true that we don’t have no arms
And it’s you hiding just underneath
All the tricks and jokes that feed your lies

Lies
Embroidered with the mark of the beast
Lies, lies
Rising with the sun in the east
Lies, lies
You’re stripping away every disguise
When you see your lies

3. Ugly People Living In The Hole

Ugly people have more to prove
Ugly people have more to prove
Than the rest of the world
Than the rest of the world

And believe me you’re no beauty queen
Believe me you’re no beauty queen
No, not at all

You’ve got an attitude
I know you’re thinking that you got the right
Your face is carved with regret
You can’t remember your own name

Cuz I just want to know
How it feels to be out of control
And I want you to know
How it feels to be living in the hole

So you’re saying you got more to lose
Now you’re thinking you got more to lose
Than you ever did before
Than you ever, ever did before

We put your money on the table, please
Just be the monkey that we came to see
Or not at all

I see you twisting inside
I see you unspooling like a ball of twine
Don’t you wish sometimes
You’d been born somebody else?

Cuz I just want to know
How it feels to be out of control
And I want you to know
How it feels to be living in the hole

4. Coming Into Slaughter

We
Came to see
What we don’t believe

Stuck in this bleeding moment
Popped blisters lead to scars
Over all our hearts

Coming into slaughter
Are you ready for the kill?
This is not a warning
It’s an avalanche

Always cozy
Sitting on the fence
Well excuse my soul
And bless your baby heart
Now you feel like dying
But in your own defense

You’re everything you wanted at all

And in this hour of weakness
The meekest ones preserve
What they don’t pervert

Coming into slaughter
Are you ready for a thrill?
Somehow you’d forgotten
You’re on overdraft

Always cozy
Sitting on the fence
Well excuse my soul
And bless your baby heart
Now you feel like dying
But in your own defense

You’re everything you wanted at all

5. Honesty

In the hour
Of my frustration
My own creations
Have turned on me

I am tired
I am raw
But I’m willing

So now
Just take me as I am
Behind these wounded eyes
Is a strange and lucid dream

Tell me all you know
Just penetrate my mind
And help me find the way
Back to honesty

There’s a power
We are receiving
The unbelieving
Have turned away

We are tired
We are raw
But we’re ready

So now
Just take me as I am
Behind these wounded eyes
Is a strange and lucid dream

Tell me all you know
Just penetrate my mind
And help me find the way
Back to honesty

6. Varicose Moon

Varicose moon
Why do you taunt me so?
Why do you haunt me
So religiously?

Up in the sky
In a sea made of lead
You mess with my head
So effortlessly

Pools
Your light flows in pools
In wading are fools
Drowning in memories of you

Varicose moon
You frighten me so
You tighten your grip
Almost nightly

When all are inside
Attempting to hide
I’ll know that you lied
To me

7. Something To Believe In

After the collapse
We finally broke from the news
Were wounded by fate
And blinded by the lies of our reviews

It’s better for everyone
If you don’t close your eyes
The letters unsent were read
The day you realized

That what you wanted
Wasn’t what you needed
And what you want is
Something to believe in

Recover your tracks
Restore yourself to harmony
Remove the old face
And pluck out the eyes that don’t see

It’s better for everyone
If you can hear all voices

If what you wanted
Wasn’t what you needed
And what you want is
Something to believe in

8. The Silence Of Night

You could wash our minds
With your velvet tongue
Leave a trail behind
For the frozen ones

But you won’t touch fate
Or make a sound
Never turn away

You made me wrong
You made me right
And didn’t ever need a hand
To paint the silence of the night

Would you lay me out
Under the summer sun
Make the stars rain down
On everyone

Who has lost their way
Who’ve been drowned in the sound
Build another face

You made me wrong
You made me right
And didn’t ever need a hand
But the silence left a void
And made a great idea

You made me wrong
You made me right
And didn’t ever need a hand

And when nothing’s as it seems
You know we’re only made of dreams

And the silence left a void
And bent your will to me
But the silence left a void
And killed this hysteria
And the silence left a void
And made a great idea
We’re not alone

9. Be My Brain

Hey
I’m going away tonight
Cover up a fall from grace

Hey
You and me are going
Out of sight

Of this world
And its pain

Be my brain
Don’t go plain
Love likes strange
Feel again
Be my brain

Don’t turn away tonight
Let your vision fall and fade
Open up and close your eyes
Are you breathing?
Do you bleed?

Be my brain
Don’t go plain
Love likes strange
Feel again
Be my brain

Don’t go away
Love to stay
Free again
Be my brain

10. All The Evil Things

And you will find yourself
Among the living dead
If certain forces
Place a pox upon your head

Nowhere to run, no way to scream
Nowhere to walk
Your eyes as red as blood
Your face as white as chalk

Today is the day
Whether you want it or not

And if it happened to me too
Well you know what I would do
I’d take a look at myself
Just to find out what it’s like

And when you turn away
From secrets that you keep
You’ll find they infiltrate
Your dreams when you’re asleep

No way to hide from
All the evil things you do
You’re staring right at them
And they’re looking at you

Today is the day
Whether you want it or not

And if it happened to me too
Well you know what I would do
I’d take a look at myself
Just to find out what it’s like

11. The Very Eye Of Night

I was just a number
Became the chosen one
Soaking in my slumber
All the secrets of the sun

All across the planet
The people do arise
Lifted from the prisons
That they built behind their eyes
And stripped of all disguise

We need to get out of here
To rebuild our stately home
And deliver the promise from the night

You swore to keep moving
But became mesmerized
Unbelievers, frozen in fright

I want to meet the angels
Of the cosmic resurrection
Completely free

While they fall deeper into sleep
We could build another reality
And our minds made us think that we were weak
Cause we don’t believe
In nothing we can’t hold in our hands

All the world’s an aardvark
Sifting through the sand
Searching for the lost spark
Inside our pineal glands

Bridge across the chasms
Of chaos, death and fear
The tintinnabulation of angels in my ears
The strangels reappear

We need to get out of here
To rebuild our stately home
And deliver the promise from the night

You swore to keep moving
But became mesmerized
Unbelievers
The frozen, the blind

I want to meet the angels
Of the cosmic resurrection
I want to meet the angels
Pure hearts and pure intentions

I want to peer into the very eye of night

While they fall deeper into sleep
We could build another reality
And our minds make us think that we are weak
If we don’t believe
In nothing we can’t hold in our hands


Discography

  • The Power of Sound, 2004

  • Touched by Genius: The Ultimate TAJP Collection, 2003

  • There is Something Wrong With You, 2001

  • Hi My Name Is Jonny, 1996

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Its affable and informative title was Hi My Name is Jonny. But his musical peregrinations began long before that, as a teenager making 4 track demos in his parents’ house. Armed with those home recordings, Polonsky set his sights on nothing short of world domination, with everyone from Kurt Cobain, to Tom Jones, to an ailing Henny Youngman on the receiving end of Polonsky’s musical jihad. Eventually he was able to reach the legendary Frank Black/Black Francis of the Pixies, via some assistance from erstwhile Bowie guitarist and collaborator Reeves Gabrels (another early Polonsky supporter, and victim of easily accessible 411 public phone records).

Indeed, Black took notice, and produced a demo which got Polonsky signed to American Recordings by the label’s president, iconic record producer Rick Rubin. Black had this to say about his nascent protégé: “I get a lot of tapes, but these tapes were different. They were incredible, totally rockin’ stuff. This guy was born to be a rock star and he creates the music to back it up. He is amazing.”

The record was met with a resoundingly positive critical reception, garnering appearances on MTV News, and coverage in such international publications as Rolling Stone and Spin; and with Polonsky now able to boast of tours with both his mentor Frank Black, and a highly coveted slot on the Second Stage of the then-touring Lollapalooza, he seemed poised for the proverbial Big Break. But something happened on the way to superstardom, and Jonny Polonsky all but disappeared.

Fast forward into the post-Y2K world. A different scene entirely. The ‘90’s are over. Clinton is out of the Oval Office, now in his Harlem office. Grunge is long since dead, as is Henny Youngman. Pray tell, what hath becometh of Rock’s Promised Golden Boy?

Polonsky explains. “I got fed up with the music business and moved sometime in the late ‘90’s to the Ukraine, to help manage a Doberman breeding farm.” Impossible sounding, yes. But true, nonetheless.

After a few Eastern bloc winters, Fate eventually intervened, with Mistress Showbiz seducing Polonsky out of his self-imposed retirement with a lucrative and unusual turn of events.

“I suddenly became an in-demand, kind of amalgum independent consultant, personal attaché and bodyguard,” Polonsky reveals, working for clients as diverse as John Lee Hooker Jr., Danny Bonaduce, Sheena Easton, and former Mayor of Philadelphia, Frank Rizzo.

Soon tiring of the endless spread sheets and the heavy discipline of his intensive Martial arts training, Polonsky found himself returning to the simple joys of making music.

In 2004, his sophmore effort, The Power of Sound, was released on a now defunct indie label, supported by an opening slot on Audioslave’s five week North American tour. He also found himself becoming an A list session musician, recording and/or performing with the likes of Johnny Cash, Neil Diamond, the Dixie Chicks, Minnie Driver, Pete Yorn, and Maynard James Keenan’s Puscifer.

Which brings us to the present moment, and the reason for of all this jibber-jabber: Jonny Polonsky has a new record to release and it is titled, simply, Intergalactic Messenger of Divine Light and Love.

The album was made primarily in Rick Rubin’s personal recording studio, Akademie Mathematique of Philosophical Sound Research, in the same room used by Johnny Cash and countless other iconic artists. Polonsky made the bulk of the record over the course of a year, producing it himself and playing nearly every instrument. He then enlisted Grammy-winning engineer, Jim Scott (Tom Petty, Wilco, Slayer), to handle the mixing duties.

The songs on this record have the urgent energy of Polonsky’s debut, but with a newfound depth to the lyrical terrain, and a broadened sonic palette being utilized to illuminate the musical topography. There are myriad moments sure to delight, inspire and perhaps, even confound the listener. When asked to describe the ingredients which permeate this particular bouillabaisse, Polonsky offered thusly:

“Everything from Neil Young and Crazy Horse, Brian Eno’s pop records, (avant guarde composer and installation artist) Maryanne Amacher, Ronnie James Dio, Ike and Tina, the Doors, System of a Down, to David Lynch, Jane’s Addiction, early Bowie and T. Rex. The guitar solos were mostly me trying to Frankenstein Robert Fripp with Bob Stinson.”

Marrying the fractal geometric lead work of the King Crimson guitar maven with the hedonistic sonic terrorism of The Replacements’ original axe wielder? Provocative indeed…

And the lyrics?

“I’m just talking about what I see happening in the world today, in myself and in the people around me. It’s a fascinating and thrilling time in human history and I don’t really see anybody talking about it. I wanted to talk about it.”

In 2012, rock and roll is no longer strictly a young man’s game. Progenitors such as Lou Reed, Tom Waits, and Neil Young are approaching their seventies with authenticity and dignity, exhibiting a vitality and incisive perspective that belies the traditional notion of fading away pitifully into one’s Golden Years, like Grandpa Simpson performing karaoke in a pair of soiled pantaloons. An old adage may be easily applicable to Polonsky as well as to his musical forebears—that there may be snow on the mountaintop, but the fire still rages within. Or as the 38 year old, father of two so deftly illumines his position on the aging process:

“The machine may get creaky, but the mind stays freaky.”

Jonny come lately, he may be. But one thing is for certain, there is only one Jonny Polonsky. Let’s hope he is here to stay this time, tardy or not.

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