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"Previously On Lost" Season 4 Lyrics

posted 3 years, 11 months ago. by Audibly Lost to Blogs, Lost Music, Music, MySpace, Previously On Lost, Season 4, There's No Place Like Home

Previously On Lost, the band I’ve been blogging about this week, has posted lyrics of their The Tale of Season 4 and the Oceanic Six album on their my space page. Here is a sample (with audio):

How does Penny’s dad know of the backup plans Ben had?

the Widmeister always knows what’s occurring
whenever there is trouble stirring choppers are a-whiring
and the camouflaged men are conferring

Best Found Friends stick together (through whatever)
Sharing moms and hanging out dead dad’s wakes
Best Found Friends stick together (forever)
Let you grab the last piece of surprise birthday cakes (oh those are the best!)

Leading, the way against doctors orders
Mr. Mom and Genghis Khan tell them why Claire wasn’t there
the camouflaged men are longing for their quarters

This is the way to enter the station:
Go in through the hole there and go left 20 paces till you see a
Patch of anthuriums in alcove near the north wall.
Reach down with your left hand and activate the elevator that takes you down to the real orchid station!

I’ll be posting Part Three of my trip to see Previously On Lost live tomorrow. To listen to Previously On Lost and purchase their new album visit their MySpace page. The live song recorded last Sunday is on their MySpace page as a free download at the moment so make sure to grab it.

Via POL’s Blog on MySpace

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"Previously On Lost" Live – Part 2: Preludes To Rescue

posted 3 years, 11 months ago. by Audibly Lost to Arts and Crafts, Live Shows, Lost, Music, New York, Previously On Lost, Season 4

UPDATE: Part Three is now up.

To read Part One of this story click here.

8:10pm – On line. Those of us waiting to see Previously On Lost stood out among the group on the sidewalk. The Knitting Factory is very much a part of the punk scene now, attracting fashionably (or unfashionably?) punk people. At the front of the line there was commotion between a security guard and a young man adorned with a mohawk, piercings and other distinguishable body art.

“…this is really stupid!” yelled Mohawk.

“The sign is right there,” said the guard firmly as he pointed to a printout taped on the door. “No re-entry! You can’t keeping coming in and out. If you’re gonna wait outside get behind the red rope.”

No re-entry? It seemed the club was to become my island for the evening, with the draw bridges raised. I decided I better heed the warning and smoke a cigarette. In Bloomberg’s New York it could be hours before I would get another chance. I got behind the red rope.

Mohawk guy wasn’t happy. The security guard didn’t seem to be having a good day either. He shouted across the line.

“Everyone get your IDs out and open up your bags!”

Once I was back on line I showed him my ID, and moments later had a wrist band, necessary, if I was planning on buying any drinks, which I was. Once inside I walked over to the ticket booth and bought myself a ticket for the show, which had yet to start, despite the 8:00 show time. [-$10]

The ticket-lady pointed me to the show, and then pointed me to the bar, where I would need to wait until the doors opened. No problem. I bought a Corona, which set me back more than I was hoping it would. I made a mental note to avoid imports for my next round. [-$7]

Drink in hand, I felt it was as good a time as any to start socializing. I approached two ladies.

“Hey, so I guess you guys are fans of Lost?”

“She’s the fan, not me.” The shorter one said.

“Ah, and how’d you hear about the show?” I asked the taller one. Looking back, I guess I was hoping she would answer that she found this awesome blog, Audibly Lost and after she read about the show she knew she had to come. The reality was dreary, however.

“The New York Times, you?”

“Audibly Lost. It’s this blog I ran across. Really cool. You should check it out. AudiblyLost.com. That’s A-U-D-I-B-L-Y, Lost, Dot Com.” Shameless, I know.

The short one asked me for the time. 8:30. Everyone was getting impatient for the show to start. Five minutes later we found ourselves in a river of bodies flooding into the venue, I lost the two girls in the shuffle, which I didn’t really care about at that point. My Corona was dry so I wanted to re-fuel before things got under way. One Pabst later [-$3] I was in the crowd and staring at the stage. [Note: This marks the demise of the $21.]

The stage was decked out with palm trees and a belly dancer (not real, though a real doll) holding a microphone. I recalled Hurley’s birthday party. After more than 25 minutes or so of waiting, activity! The show was threatening to begin. Band members took the stage; the crowd started cheering; instruments were tuned. And then, from the back of the crowd, “Oceanic 815″ (bearing a resemblance to the Space Shuttle) crash landed on stage. The lead singers, Jeff and Adam, emerged just in time to stomp and tear the cardboard aircraft to pieces, beginning the show.

I was amped. What followed was more than an hour of bliss for any Lost fan.

Stay tuned for a re-cap of the re-cap band’s set. I know I promissed two parts. But the music itself deserves its own post, free of my awkward conversations and ramblings about free money. Stay tuned.

To check out Previously On Lost online, visit their MySpace page. Keep an eye out for Part Three of this story in which I actually talk about the music and performance of Previously On Lost last Sunday (June 1st) at The Knitting Factory. To read Part One of this story click here.

UPDATE: Part Three is now up.

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"Previously On Lost" Live – Part 1: Money Train

posted 3 years, 11 months ago. by Audibly Lost to Live Shows, Lost, Lost Music, New York, Previously On Lost, Season 4, Subway

UPDATE: Part Two is up. Read it here.

Previously On Lost is a band that re-caps each episode of Lost. They had a show Sunday, June 1st at The Knitting Factory in Manhattan. The following is the story of how I got to the show. Parts Two and Three are about the show itself.

7:10pm – So began my lonely walk to the subway station. I failed at getting any of my friends to come with me, which meant there would be no one else to fall back on if things went sour.

I was in this one for the long haul. Add to that, the A train was not running due to repairs. I weighed taking the temporary replacement shuttle bus with simply walking to the nearest in-service station and opted with the latter. Two blocks later the shuttle bus came roaring past me with its bright yellow “SHUTTLE BUS – A TRAIN” lights mocking my decision to walk. I was not happy. However, my luck soon changed.

That’s right folks. $21. On the ground, right in front of me. Yes. No joke. $21. Found on the sidewalk. Lucky, lucky me. I was no longer upset about the bus. I managed to shoot off a few text messages to friends who declined my invite to let them know how my evening had started, without them. [+$21]

As I entered the train station there was a guy begging for spare change. When I saw him, I rolled my eyes, I knew I couldn’t just pass him knowing that, in addition to finding a twently dollar bill, the heavens had also thrown in a single. So I gave him the dollar and kept the twenty for myself.

I managed to feel both proud of the decision and guilty all at once. Proud, for the $1 donation. Guilty, because I considered taking a picture of him not getting the other $20 with my $300 camera for this blog post. And maybe he needed the $20 more than I did. [-$1]

I had a full MetroCard, so I wasn’t forced to use my dirty street money to get on the subway, however, moments after I swiped my card I was greeted by an evil-foreshadowing-poster of my return voyage.

I hopped on the elevator as two other public transport riders followed me in. They were chatting away about something I attempted to eavesdrop on, but was completely unable to. They didn’t even notice me taking pictures as we descended to the IRT.

Moments later the train was coming. With 45 minutes to spare so I was well on my way without spending any more of my new found $21.

An (iPod) album later I found myself in Tribeca, making my way towards The Knitting Factory, and what would be an evening that neither I, nor the caching algorithms of Google, would ever forget.

Stay tuned for the second and third parts of this story. With them comes the demise of the $21 (now $20) and the real meat, a review of Previously On Lost’s show that was performed June 1st at The Knitting Factory. Consider this post the teaser.