Misha Bittleston: Vocals, Electric Guitar, Ukulele, Electribe, Vocal/Guitar Effects, Sampler, etc.
Gerardo Giraldo: Acoustic Guitar
David Muller: Hi-Hat, Congas, TR-626 and Bass
Jeremy Kay: Bass
Rafaël Leloup: Piano
Steven Plummer: Electric Guitar
Jon Bell: Additional Guitar and Synth Pad
Recorded in Brooklyn by Toshi Yano and David Muller at Melody Lanes and by Misha Bittleston at Apartment Four The Future.
Edited and arranged by Misha Bittleston, Rafaël Leloup, Gerardo Giraldo and Jon Bell at Apartment Four The Future, Brooklyn.
LYRICS:
PYGMALION (from Exhibition by Eight Two)
How does she hear
How does she feel
How does she know
What's real
She doesn't sleep
She lives a dream
She doesn't eat
Except ice cream
She's an escape
Honey of hope
She'll throw us a rope
To the stars
She's a space alien
She doesn't know the meaning of man (the only one)
If love's a decision can I shun a collision
With the dangerous body she's on (the only one)
Nine six one eight nine Pygmalion
If I go with her
After the end
With no world to mend
And no bitter end
To defend
But what do I gain
If I go insane
With no wind and rain
To blame
Will life be a lie
A tomb in the sky
Is it better to stay
And die
Love has hope
Love can make me cope (You are going to make me sorry)
Love can get me through (If my mom knew she would worry)
Love has hope
Love can make me cope (You are going to make me sorry)
A rope
Watching the sun go down
There's a way, there's a hope
There's a way, there's a hope
There's a way, there's a hope (When I put my hand)
There's a way, there's a hope (When I put my hand)
There's a way, there's a hope (When I put my hand down her throat)
There's a way, there's a hope (I can feel her heart, I can feel it beat)
There's a way, there's a hope (When I put my hand where)
There's a way (I can feel her heart)
She's a space alien
She doesn't know the meaning of man (anyone)
If love's a decision can I shun a collision
With the dangerous body she's on (the only one)
Nine six one eight nine Pygmalion
Make me blind!
You made me blind
Why do things always go bad
Why do things always go wrong
Why does the government have to mess it up
And go out killing people again
No more killing sprees Mr. President
Let's make love it's more fun...
