ELEMENOPY

ELEMENOPY

 Los Angeles, California, USA
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Highly energetic rock duo; these 2 multi-instrumentalists blend the subtlety of singer-songwriter intimacy and passion, with the attitude and aggression of rock star theatrics, createing a unexpectedly fresh and dynamic genre-bending sound. "...like SIMON & GARFUNKEL meet SMASHING PUMPKINS!"

Biography

A highly energetic rock duo described as "Simon and Garfunkel meets The Smashing Pumpkins", these two multi instrumentalists blend the subtlety of singer-songwriter intimacy and passion, with the aggression and fun spirit of rock star theatrics, to create an unexpectedly fresh and dynamic genre-bending sound. Their live performance has been called "vaudevillian," "intense," and "inspiring," and is like no two-person act you've ever seen before... Nick and Joel generate a completely unique and intense full band sound by rotating through a myriad of instruments onstage (including Acoustic and Electric Guitars, Bass, Drum Kit, Keyboard, Congas, Hand drums & other percussion, etc.) and by utilizing multiple effects and looping. New audiences are inevitably left shocked and dumbfounded after ELEMENOPY leaves the stage, consistently voicing their amazement that "all that sound came from just two guys!" And devoted fans always return to see "what they will do next," as Nick and Joel are never satisfied to play the same show twice and they always have something new and exciting to unveil.

Lyrics

A Ghost Of Rebecca

Written By: Joel Rutkowski

I give up, I walk out.
I can feel you hanging around my heart
for the last time.
Lament a winter of missed opportunities.

I had a dream that I saw you, I was wide awake,
looking at a girl who looks just like you,
looking lovely like I remember you looking,
looking like you’d look in a dream, I was wide awake.

Trippin’ on a regret, trippin’ on a memory,
trippin’ on all of the beautiful things in my head.
Then I said (I said):

Give it up and give it up and give it up and do it again.
Give it up and give it up and give it up and do it again.

I gave up (on myself), I walked out (on you).
I could feel you creeping into my heart
every last time.
Lament a winter of contented misery.

I had a dream I could hear you, I was wide awake,
talking to myself wrapped up in a memory,
thinking about your voice so dark and important,
talking low and slow. I was wide awake.

Trippin’ on my musings, trippin’ on my yesterday,
trippin’ on all of the beautiful things in my head.
Then I said (I said):

Give it up and give it up and give it up and do it again.
Give it up and give it up and give it up and do it again.

And for a little while
I’ll think about your smile
and I can forget.

Stand up, fall down.
My heart is in the clouds,
but I keep my feet on the ground.
Once or twice every night
I fall in love with some new beautiful shell.

Stand up, fall down.
My knees hit the ground
and I fall in love with the sound.
Now again here I am,
I fall out of love
with you my beautiful shell.

Or were you more than the colors
that define my sad longing for a pretty lie?

I had a dream we were sleeping, I was wide awake,
next to you with your eyes wide open,
dreaming of me staring at you through closed eyes,
while you slept and I dreamt. I was wide awake.

Trippin’ on what wasn’t, trippin’ on what might have been,
trippin’ on all of the beautiful things in my head.
Then I said, I said:

Give it up and give it up and give it up and do it again.
Give it up and give it up and give it up and do it again.
Give it up and give it up and give it up and do it again.
Give it up and give it up and give it up and do it again.

Wish

Written By: Nick Liberatore

Fear floats in foreign language
(and you talk of comfort)
The red eyes of one who stayed up all night
Waiting for a phone call
(and you talk of distance)

Another week until September.
Another coffee to stay awake
Or wake up, I can’t remember.
(and you talk of shame)

But didn’t we say love was all we wanted?
Didn’t we say live for the things we love?
Didn’t we say a wish is not an action?
She said “Don’t disparage hope
when hope is all we have…”

This memory of good intention
(and we’ll talk of lovers)
How we worked until it looked right,
but couldn’t feel it at all
(and we’ll talk of timing)

“…and to the question of believing,
you’ll just have to see…” he writes, “…
I’m just trying to make some news in L.A.
so you’ll join me…”
(and we’ll talk of fate)

But didn’t we say love was all we wanted?
Didn’t we say live for the things we love?
Didn’t we say a wish is not an action,
but only worth it’s weight in fulfillment?
With Heaven’s help I’ll press westward,
I expect your call.
And I’ll sing to you:
The time was worth the waiting,
And merit all experience between us,
and a cause for celebrating.

Well didn’t we say love was all we wanted?
And didn’t we say live for the things we love?
A wish is not an action, but a moment wasted.
Don’t disparage hope when hope is all we have.

Didn’t we say love was all we wanted?
Didn’t we say live for the things we love?
Didn’t we say a wish is not an action?
Don’t disparage hope
when hope is all we have

Twenty Years

Written By: Nick Liberatore

And it was so new,
of a wish come true,
and you were so blue, my love,
and I felt it too, my love, for you.

And if light should grow
from a stars’ faded glow,
not much to know, my love,
but what a show, my love.

Emotions tend to erode in this semi-conscious state.
We seem to have found ourselves but twenty years too late.
And even though I’ve felt, and even though I feel,
I don’t feel like I used to.

The slightest comment evolves devoid of style and grace.
Just waiting for my own words to be thrown back in my face.
And until the light begins, and in vision to the end,
we use the word “Forever.”

Emotions tend to erode in this semi-conscious state.
We seem to have found ourselves but twenty years too late.
And even though I’ve felt, and even though I feel,
I don’t feel like I used to.

Getting Smaller

Written By: Joel Rutkowski

Dream awake and sleep in color.
Talking, talk in circles,
I wished away my wishes, foolish.
One by one they die.

This is all I’ll ever be,
this is what’s become of me,
and this is where it ends.

Onward, upward, inward, focused.
I build myself a shell.
Piece by piece I shape the puzzle
that I pass of as myself.

That was me as I once was,
that was me when I knew love.
Before I lost my way.

(getting smaller) Give me one more day
(getting smaller) to mean the things I say
(getting smaller) Give me one more chance
(getting smaller) to let me down again.

Drink the truth so bitter tasting,
pouring from this cup.
Just one taste would never fill me,
but give me seconds and I’ll throw up.

All I’ve done and all I’ve said,
all I’ve heard and all I’ve read,
doesn’t change a thing.

(getting smaller) Give me one more day
(getting smaller) to mean the things I say
(getting smaller) Give me one more chance
(getting smaller) to let me down again.

All I ever did was give, now I’m giving up,
cause time was on my side,
but forever was never long enough.

And one by one my inhibitions come undone.
The rules keep changing while I play.
I’m getting smaller every day.

Dream awake and sleep in color.
Talking, talk in circles,
I wished away my wishes, foolish.
One by one they die.

(getting smaller) Give me one more day
(getting smaller) to mean the things I say
(getting smaller) Give me one more chance
(getting smaller) to let me down again.

One Act Tragedy

Written By: Joel Rutkowski

Staring at me glare shamelessly
Perplexed by my simplicity
I dare to ask the truth how dare me
But I’m like you the truth scares me too

Nothing’s real and nothing’s easy
Nobody would dare believe me
It’s hard to fake what’s easy really
And it’s had to watch so look away

Carrying this weight within me
A reminder of all I can’t be
Lesser than the greatest nothing
My mind is full but I’m running on empty

As I take up space
And I waste away
Into the day

Rhetoric and inspiration
Clear and swift and second best
I’ve oversold my own frustration
To compensate a lack of worth

And it’s a sad tale
For a sad time
But this sadness is all mine

I've fallen to this folly weeping
Nobody would care to see me
The king of servants I elect me
I wear my crown around my wrists but it doesn’t affect me

Like I know it could
Like I know it should
Me

It’s all mine..

Sentimental

Written By: Nick Liberatore

You seem to be confused,
by the rows of eyes and smiles,
by the way the lines are read,
and the shuffling intent.

And even when you speak,
it’s never quite the voice,
that’s scripted into tone,
that you take when you’re alone.

A sentimental heart is too new.
You’ve got all these dreams
it wouldn’t protect you through.
And now all your old shit seems so naive.
Cause you’ve changed the way you feel.
Changed the way you feel.

You’ve weeded through your friends,
who won’t stop when you’re down,
who leave you to amends,
who leave you to yourself.

To take back everything you said,
and everything it meant.
Your opinion is your death,
or embarrassment at best.

And it’s all that you can do to relate
When Gretchen says she doesn’t believe in fate.
Cause the sounds are strange
but all resound the same
as the thoughts inside your head.

And I wish I was drunk to sing this.
I’d be happy to beg for forgiveness
though I know I did nothing wrong.

And I’d give up seeing tomorrow.
It’s so selfish to want your sorrow
for peace before I die.
Peace before I die.

We’re all alone; we take our chances,
and we fake our stances.
To will ourselves to what we want,
what we are…

And a sentimental heart is too new.
You’ve got all these dreams
it wouldn’t protect you through.
And now all your old shit seems so naive.
Cause you’ve changed the way you feel.
You’ve got to change the way you feel.

No One Else

Written By: Joel Rutkowski

I’d start it from the bottom
and work my way on down,
if I only could,
I’d make her everything you’re not.
And what you are I forgot,
and all I feel is numb.

I fell for life, I heard the words, I bought the pain.
And everything I had I left behind
and what was mine I gave away.
And in the end I laughed and I cried
for myself, alone, and no one else.

You may not be what I need,
but I’ll give my trust to you;
I fall short every time.
You’re way too pretty to be cool.
And what could you have to prove
that I don’t already know?

I dreamed a dream, it turned to dust, and turned on me.
And through it all I’d always do what’s right
but what was wrong was best for me.
So why burden myself with your grief?
I’ll fend for myself, alone, and no one else.

I’m turning into you.
That’s all right
cause you’re mad when you’re cute.
You sing for me, play for me.
You wear it well, your talent and truth.
And I applaud every time.
We’re so good at what we do.

I’d start it from the bottom
and work my way on down,
if I only could,
I’d make her everything you’re not.
And what you are I forgot,
and all I feel is numb.

I closed my eyes and closed the door and walked away.
It shook me up I shook it off,
the melodrama has a way
of feeling real sometimes but I’ll work it out
for myself, alone. I need no one else.

The Hopeless Romantic

Written By: Joel Rutkowski

I’m in love and doesn’t it feel fine?
I’ve given up on me and traded in my mind.
I’ve lost my identity, but I’m so happy.

I’m in love and doesn’t it feel fine?
I’ve given up on me and traded in my mind.
Now everything that I say and do
is for you and you and you and you and you...
And you.

I’m in love and now it’s always spring.
And I can almost pretend no one is pulling my strings.
My better half is four-fifths of me,
and hey, I’ll fuck you if you’ll fuck me.
My opinion’s no longer mine.
But doesn’t if feel fine?

I’m in love with the idea of being in love.
And all I need is a push and when push comes to shove,
I’ll fall and fall and fall in love with you,
and not because I love you.

I’m in love and doesn’t it feel fine?
I’ve given up on me and traded in my mind.
I’ve lost my identity, but I’m so happy.

I’m in love with the idea of being in love.
And all I need is a push and when push comes to shove,
I’ll fall in love, and I’d do it again.
I’ve become my own worst enemy
but now you’re my best friend.
I gave you my heart and now somehow
we’re less than the sum of our two parts.

Because one and one is two,
but me plus you is you, you see,
cause there’s no room for…

For Sylvia

Written By: Nick Liberatore

“Breathe in, sweet!” she screamed,
and danced to the fever of a thousand distant photographs.
Burning present clips to infamy.

I said, “This positivity is nothing but a side effect
of the delirium of hope...”

"...My love, the tragic thing of beauty
(besides its painful relevance),
is that it always wants to be left alone..."

And catching gleaming eyes,
the fury that she ascends into
leads me further into sleep.

She said there’s always something.
She said there’s always meaning.
I said I can’t see it.
She said “Listen...”

Waves resolve this fervor
Oh, this music memory!
Rush these walls of childhood revelry.

Shock my senses stable.
To wake your body naked.
Waiting for this night I breathe, I breathe, I breathe...

Chicken Little

Written By: Joel Rutkowski

Softly shaded indigo stare.
Lost and faded through years of wear.
And the truth that I may find
in the soothing of your screaming lullaby.

Comfort me with silent lies.
Watch the days go by.
Silence me with falling skies.

Slightly jaded indigo glare.
A heart sedated left unaware.
Frozen numb for what was chosen.
No less foreboding in the ashes of a wish left unspoken.

Comfort me with silent lies.
Watch the days go by.
Silence me with falling skies.

Where have we come where the light has all gone
and cast us aside shamefully?
Wearing the masks of obligation we smile.

Feeling the pull of being bound by this need.
Baptized in charity’s seed.
The sky is falling on me.

Discography

"Sgt Walrus's Westward Journey" EP 2005
"The Sound That Thursday Built" CD 2010

http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/ELEMENOPY1
http://www.reverbnation.com/elemenopy#!/artist/artist_songs/651769

Set List

A typical ELEMENOPY set is 45minutes to an hour, but of course sets can range from a half hour to 2 or 3 hours as needed, depending on venue. ELEMENOPY plays constantly rotating sets from a catalogue of dozens of originals, and a wide variety of eclectic and uniquely interpreted covers including songs and/or medleys from artists such as The Beatles, Elvis Costello, RUN DMC, David Bowie, INXS, Smashing pumpkins, Simon & Garfunkel , Escape Club, Biz Markee, Madonna, The Who, The Posies, T'Pau, Vince Guaraldi, The Jimmy Chamberlain Complex, Michael Penn, When In Rome, and more.