Indelible Beancurd

Indelible Beancurd

BandAlternativeSinger/Songwriter

Indelible Beancurd is Dan Dreifort and Ethan Rand McCarty's ongoing musical endeavor. We record & perform in NYC and Athens, OH regularly conning others to join. An iconoclastic mix of genres our catchy, harmonic music reminds you of Smashing Pumpkins meeting REM at a They Might Be Giants concert.

Biography

Indelible Beancurd has released - in hyper-phonic multi-channel sound - a new album - These Curds Don't Run. Thanks to audio fidelity technology delivering TWO distinct audible signals of sound waves, it's like two albums, one in each speaker, each slightly different, yet digitally synchronized for maximum ultrasound imaging. Pleasing for both left and right ears, this space-age polyphonic technology delivers hi-fi "stereo" acoustics across a wide spectrum, plunging profound sonic depths. Audiophiles beware. Employing the skillful musicianry (of others) betwixt a diffused kaleidoscope of undulating metaphoric chansons, Indelible Beancurd offers you, the listener a superior experience transcending the monophonic.

Lyrics

Pope Song

Written By: Indelible Beancurd

I went to see the pope today. He said it's not the same it used to be. And when I saw the pope today he said some things with which I don't agree. Wasting away. We go marching down, biding time. Wasting away. Fearlessly watching the way we go, I don't know. What the fuck is happening today?

Angels

Written By: Indelible Beancurd

Angels, angels, why don't I have you following me around?
Angels, angels, why don't I have you hanging around?

What if I didn't even try to make you care?
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, don't bother letting down your hair.
If you resent the message that I sent by turning my back to you and walking away.
Please understand that the message in my hand tells a story I can't find the words to say.
When I write through the New York City night, I can't seem to find the dreams about you.
It's all the same -- complications of the day -- I can't seem to day dream you.

One way that you'll believe, to say that you believe, three words that you belive say more.
One line is 'I love you.' 'I believe in God makes two.' And if one and two make three what am I, four?

If you insist that the meaning of our kiss. Is not our kisses but our lips themselves.
And if our lips never touch but always miss, how long can we go on kidding ourselves?
I say my prayers every time I feel scared. I still await the comfort I deserve.
So if you're there, kindly appear. I'd like to see you myself just once.

Angels, angels, why don't I have you following me around?
Angels, angels, why don't I have you hanging around?

Lost and Found

Written By: Indelible Beancurd

Turn the days into another day, another day.
Turn away, turn away.

Oh yeah visit the lost and found. Pick yourself out of the crowd.
Back of the cab -- stepping out from the rain.
Another taxi fare from the same to the same.
Sweet beginnings, when will they never end?
A crush is such a rush when rushing to pretend.
Touched by love or lust but marred just the same
Hearts quicken to the moves in a hurtful game.

Discography

"These Curds Don't Run" released in December 2008.
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