more from
You've Changed Records
We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

How Ill Thy World Is Ordered

by Daniel Romano

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $9 CAD  or more

     

  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    Special Edition. Tip-on LP jacket. High quality LP pressing

    Includes unlimited streaming of How Ill Thy World Is Ordered via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 5 days
    Purchasable with gift card

      $18 CAD or more 

     

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    How Ill on a bright and shiny disc. Play it forever in your old car.

    Includes unlimited streaming of How Ill Thy World Is Ordered via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 5 days
    Purchasable with gift card

      $12 CAD or more 

     

  • LP + T-shirt combo
    Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    How Ill LP with a limited edition How Ill T-shirt designed by Daniel Romano. Photo shows mock up. Actual T will not be printed on vintage Levi Strauss Tshirt, sorry.

    Includes unlimited streaming of How Ill Thy World Is Ordered via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    Sold Out

1.
Is this silly paragon a marvel or a stain, A fixture for the ages or a link of spoiled chain, The ultra-modern statement of abominable crime, In every nervous etching of its swaggering design. Mother says my baby boy was born to be a star, She doesn’t know that every night he stiffs the reservoir, Churning out a fiction of ingenious for the kids, How vermin learn to live in places life itself forbids. I see hours of battered time, Not for yours, I miss of mine, I see holiness in ruin, I see barrenness for sale, I see sexual provocation, without any inclination, Of a history derailed, I see a rat without a tale. I see a rat without a tale. I see a rat without a tale. Now whats to come of Johnny in the autumn of his years, The faulty institutions have the spiritless revered, Ordinary dabble for the stationary buyer, A song of slick vanilla sing the toxic-pigeon choir, Peddler and poacher prove the very best of friends, Associating produce to appropriated trends, The cat is always hungry, that’s just how he got so fat. “I think I hear a rattle snake, think I smell a rat”. I see hours of battered time, Not of yours, I miss of mine, I see holiness in ruin, I see barrenness for sale, I see sexual provocation, without any inclination, Of a history derailed, I see a rat without a tale. I see a rat without a tale. I see a rat without a tale.
2.
Among you now what cry is this that rattles at the throat, The money you fell heir to will not long keep afloat, It’s much too late for spirit or the insight one converts, The mold is growing over in the places you pervert. Decision has a vicious way of doubling as a threat, When you hammer through the folk who’s very faces you forget, You can call it occupation but you cannot call It care, All your blood is in your belly and your veins are filled with air. How ill thy world is ordered, Called the vision of contempt, How ill thy world is ordered, With thine graciousness exempt, How ill thy world is ordered, As a straying child, unkempt, How ill thy world, How ill thy world, How ill thy world is ordered. Rot among the children in the garden as they sing, The curtain falls on only those who live to pull the string, The head pounds like a room full of a hundred bands of brass, As you walk along the shoulders of a hungry huddled mass. Never has your heart burned true to form a sacred braid, For a true love has no value in the currency you’ve made, A heart unloved or loving makes the body marred and tense, A stone of plenty wherewithal and wild extravagance. How ill thy world is ordered, As the times of long before, How ill thy world is ordered, Spills a refuse and a gore, How ill thy world is ordered, Empty notes upon on the floor, How ill thy world, How ill thy world, How ill thy world is ordered. Why the sudden grief now that you’ve reached the final act, Reinventing justice for to spare and to abstract, The truth about your history is not one you can deceive, In this time of toil you’ll be the only one to grieve. Now in all of your assets have you anything to give, Have you scrapped the golden sewage from the small cracks in the sieve, And when you hear the symphony of Gabriel’s golden horn, No golden tear will honour you, for money never mourns. How ill thy world is ordered, Filthy wisdom of the crow, How ill thy world is ordered, Masked in vanity and woe, How ill thy world is ordered, And perhaps you’ll never know, How ill thy world, How ill thy world, How ill thy world is ordered.
3.
A wonder of wit, Had the monocrat clipped, And that what was common, Is sunk in the mud. For those who don’t fit, Felt the symmetry slip, No more for the marksman, They bandage their blood. Green eye-shade, In a new dawning hour, Through a mad reverie, Bore the eyes of the kingdom, Green eye-shade, In the fall of all power, Rose a clear alchemy, From whence it always was hidden. He who was ruling, Is no more returning, A splint in the temper, A bloom through the snow. No leaders are fooling, The energy burning, And as they take centre, A sight to bestow. Green eye-shade, In a new dawning hour, Through a mad reverie, Bore the eyes of the kingdom, Green eye-shade, In the fall of all power, Rose a clear alchemy, From whence it always was hidden. The fallen opposer, Who lost in a bubble weight, Match with a rebel, Their shame to undue. And shed from the shoulders, Heads full of vile-hate, Roll from a temple, Too old to be true. Green eye-shade, In a new dawning hour, Through a mad reverie, Bore the eyes of the kingdom, Green eye-shade, In the fall of all power, Rose a clear alchemy, From whence it always was hidden.
4.
First Yoke 04:21
There’s a very good chance, Should you try to alter your plans, From the hand down family dance, You’ll never make it alone. No, there’s too much risk, In a foolish swing and a miss, So knock it off now whatever it is, Because it’s written in stone. The first yoke, Make your bank at the old smoke, Keep your track on a tight rope, Don’t let the family down, You’re a good kid, You’d better do what your daddy did, God forbid, You venture out and go broke, Just take the first yoke. Down at the factory, Theres a rooted family history, So take whats handed to you blissfully, And don’t you ever run-out. If your poor heart breaks, And you wonder if you’ve made a mistake, Come on Johnny now for goodness sake, That’s not what life is about. The first yoke, Make your bank at the old smoke, Keep your track on a tight rope, Don’t let the family down, You’re a good kid, You’d better do what your daddy did, God forbid, You venture out and go broke, Just take the first yoke. How you’ll be fixed in your hate, And how the cruel world will never relate, To the sad and unfortunate fate, Of a boy with no spine. But hey you get to be friends with the cops, So you can drink and drive and never get stopped, Plus, theres always good parking spots, And hardly ever a line. The first yoke, Make your bank at the old smoke, Keep your track on a tight rope, Don’t let the family down, You’re a good kid, You’d better do what your daddy did, God forbid, You venture out and go broke, Just take the first yoke.
5.
Once upon a time, In a spinning wheel of rhyme, A dream was made and let astray, In the void of yesterday. O! How often times we yearn, For a life to soon return, Never focused on our treason, Of the ripe arriving season. O! Joys too often hollow, Too far-gone for one to follow, The purest form of sorrow, Is disdain for all to-morrow, Of joys too often wrong, In the penning of this song, Old language laid for one to wait and wallow, In joys too often hollow. We only let our minds run free, In the dust they long to be, Naked stares of vital shame, For there never comes a day. The exaggerated truth, Of a former fixed in youth, With all dog days on the rise, In their helpless vacant eyes. O! Joys too often hollow, Too far-gone for one to follow, The purest form of sorrow, Is disdain for all to-morrow, Of joys too often wrong, In the penning of this song, Old language laid for one to wait and wallow, In joys too often hollow.
6.
One must hold the open door, Never look back anymore, That beginning never comes, Once the past is said and done. Fear not now an empty end, Free the fancy from your head, How you need not only swallow, The hopeless words of joys too often hollow.
7.
I’ll reek of this forever, Fearing pheromone and Feather, For what impulse may have let her, Cut this prophesy in stone? A scar is but a scar, On the psyche that you are, Like a fragment in a jar, Or a sickness at the bone. Drugged vinegar, I was suddenly weakened, I could hear someone breathing, Someone I didn’t know. Drugged vinegar, I was laced to submission, Fucked without my permission, And left to wake on my own. More alone then, than I’d ever known, Speaking not but through the words of this poem: Drugged vinegar. I recall a softened light, As my frame took on the blight, Still un-shook with all my might, Long now since the damning’s done. And her heart of half the blood, What the other half be of, Is a drink of poison love, Spiking Lilly flowers numb. Drugged vinegar, I was suddenly weakened, I could hear someone breathing, Someone I didn’t know. Drugged vinegar, I was laced to submission, Fucked without my permission, And left to wake on my own. More alone then, than I’d ever known, Speaking not but through the words of this poem: Drugged vinegar.
8.
Brought to life through ordinary organs, And all the same forsaken as the orphans, Too dense to hear the thunder or the clap, A spell to make one bold enough to laugh. I tried to gain my footing on the stairs, I stumbled on what never once was there, I knew not what I longed for or possessed, The obscurity of love’s enormous breath. Never, yet in love, Across a smeared unending night, Never, yet in love, Rang the viciousness of life, Never, yet in love, Through a mass of words I simply don’t remember, Though I know that I said never, Never, yet in love. In wealth I gazed the sculpted circulation, In need, a helping hand at every station, And the difference in the balance of our form, Was something secret, something darkly warm. Though I gave in to the whims of fatalism, As a vicious little brain-dead organism, My unearned love, a floret in the garden, From ordinary organs as I started. Are we always weak in our beginnings, Are we always blind to all our winnings, See not what we are but what we’ve shed, The living form a trade-off with the dead. Never, yet in love, Across a smeared unending night, Never, yet in love, Rang the viciousness of life, Never, yet in love, Through a mass of words I simply don’t remember, Though I know that I said never, Never, yet in love.
9.
Listen close to the notion of your whims, Feel it deep in the marrow of your limbs, Should your skin begin to strain and kink, It’s likely just exactly as you think. Be steady now there’s not a place for blame, Every circumstance is rooted in the same, Though a hidden word revealed is a sin, It will always find its way out from within. A secret, still to be betrayed, Like an honour nobody forgave, Like a song waiting to be played, Like the darkness hiding from the shade. Fear not the good name of your sister, Theres no sense in being sorrowful or bitter, Should you hide away the senses of your struggle, They will only then return to shed more trouble. There is no chart or mystic diagram, To certify what kind of friend I am, The people change, the principles the same, A secret always comes from whence it came. A secret, still to be betrayed, Like an honour nobody forgave, Like a song waiting to be played, Like the darkness hiding from the shade. Listen close to the notion of your whims, Feel it deep in the marrow of your limbs, Should your skin begin to strain and kink, It’s likely just exactly as you think. A secret, still to be betrayed, Like an honour nobody forgave, Like a song waiting to be played, Like the darkness hiding from the shade. Like the darkness hiding from the shade.
10.
In such a fantasy of peace, What hope has anyone to stay, When every confidence is seized, In a disbelief parade. Under rolling silver cloud, All raving fury is released, Until a voice somewhat aloud, Should say exactly as it please. No more disheartened by the dawn, No more a sorrow will I see, No more shall time go trembling on, No more will I sing misery, No more the future will I fear, No more an ending coming near, No more the shades forever drawn, No more disheartened by the dawn. No matter if the thirst be small, I’ll take it if it be my will, Should I be made to plead and crawl, I shall till all is calm and still. And in the unease of my bed, I’ll bring her image to my aid, Until my face is glowing red, With the triumph I have made. No more disheartened by the dawn, No more a sorrow will I see, No more shall time go trembling on, No more will I sing misery, No more the future will I fear, No more an ending coming near, No more the shades forever drawn, No more disheartened by the dawn.
11.
Amaretto and coke, O! what your spirit can evoke, What wild a couple to combine, There’s none more redolent than thine, A blend of blissful, balanced parts, Of both the wisdom and the heart, No matter what the days provoke, Amaretto and coke. No there’s no finer an elixir, Should my red lips wish to swallow, For they form a hexing figure, With the traits of young Apollo. Of amber and of ice, Both vigorous and fragile, In a union too precise, She is she and I am Daniel. Amaretto and coke, O! what your spirit can evoke, What wild a couple to combine, There’s none more redolent than thine, A blend of blissful, balanced parts, Of both the wisdom and the heart, No matter what the days provoke, Amaretto and coke. In the dark hues of the night, All else now is but the swill, Of her beauty then I’ll write, All the days I’m living still. Every cheek is red in flush, To a cherub-like degree, And the atmosphere is hush, For a glance I share with thee. Amaretto and coke, O! what your spirit can evoke, What wild a couple to combine, There’s none more redolent than thine, A blend of blissful, balanced parts, Of both the wisdom and the heart, No matter what the days provoke, Amaretto and coke. Every early sunrise, We’ve here no need of bitters, As in forgone lullabies, A fascination glitters. Of the blackest red and auburn, Let my cup now runneth o’re me, And with every time the winds turn, Be it known that I adore thee. Amaretto and coke, O! what your spirit can evoke, What wild a couple to combine, There’s none more redolent than thine, A blend of blissful, balanced parts, Of both the wisdom and the heart, No matter what the days provoke, Amaretto and coke.

about

With your left eye closed, Daniel Romano seems a master synthesizer of sound and genre, a collage artist combining the corrupted influences of a century of so-called popular music forms, a chameleonic acrobat with a near-criminal authenticity. With the other, he’s revealed as a sincerely dedicated, passionately motivated songwriter aghast at the injustices of the world, a caring bandleader and generous collaborator, a spirited and shockingly playful artist tapped into a great, unyielding inspiration.

Let’s list the facts and see which ones hold: How Ill Thy World Is Ordered is the 9th full-length Daniel Romano album to be released in 2020, but the first to manifest in the physical mediums (LP/CD) since the career spanning, era-defining live album "Okay Wow" was released way back on March 27th. This one too, features the mighty skills of The Outfit, the tightest of tight-knit rock and roll bands: Julianna Riolino (vocals), David Nardi (guitar, vocals), Roddy Rossetti (bass), Ian Romano (drums), supplemented here by Mark Lalama (organ, piano), Briana Salmena (vocals), Victor Belcastro (sax) and Aaron Hutchinson (trumpet). The band assembled in studio in a perfectly tuned geometry to record these new songs following simple guidelines and simple rules: play the whole thing, in sequence, 3 takes or bust, with no overdubs; play “the sound of the feel of a snake bite”; play “a heist on horseback for fool’s gold”.

What unexpected anthems emerge! ‘A Rat Without A Tale’, ‘Green Eye Shade’, ‘First Yoke’, ‘A Secret Still To Be Betrayed’, ‘No More Disheartened By The Dawn’ shock with the full impact of their melodies, the harmonious combination of distinct human voices, the chromed accents of a perfectly arranged horn section, and more guitar playing, real, honest-to-the-core lead guitar playing than Daniel has previously committed to tape. The two-part ‘Joys Too Often Hollow’ and the beautiful closer ‘Amaretto and Coke’ show the band as adept at the swing and sway of softer sentiments, and as quickly tender as brave.

The always-darkened clubs and the strange and dirtied hovels that offered remote shelter to this particular breed of restless musicians on their long and winding journeys across the continents have darkened more. It’s a different age to ply a trade. Every day reveals new cracks in the artifice, new crimes from the oligarchs and politicians, new types of genocide and dispossession. New visions of contempt. O, how ill this world is ordered.

Yet music can lift the spirit, can, uniquely, restore dignity. To sound together, bringing hope:

No more disheartened by the dawn,
No more a sorrow will I see,
No more shall time go trembling on,
No more will I sing misery,
No more the future will I fear,
No more an ending coming near,
No more the shades forever drawn,
No more disheartened by the dawn.

credits

released September 18, 2020

The Outfit:
Julianna Riolino – vocals
David Nardi – guitar, vocals
Roddy Rossetti – bass
Ian Romano – drums
with
Mark Lalama – organ, piano
Briana Salmena – vocals
Victor Belcastro – sax
Aaron Hutchinson – trumpet

Kenneth Roy Meehan – mix
Dan Weston - master

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Daniel Romano Welland, Ontario

contact / help

Contact Daniel Romano

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like Daniel Romano, you may also like: