In Transit

by George Zhen

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Multi-instrumentalist George Zhen's third album, "In Transit", is a collection of straight-forward indie pop songs spinning tales of hackers, smugglers and other saints.

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released November 11, 2011

George Zhen plays everything on this album, from drums to guitars to pianos and vocals, except the following:

Jeremy Zhen playing trombone on track 2
Steven Carroll nailing the guitar solo on track 3
Shira Ridley belting the backing vocals on track 6
David Thompson grooving the bass on track 6
Sam Weitzner and his mean harmonica on track 7
Jake Oliver hitting a chair on track 8

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George Zhen Coral Springs, Florida

Multi-instrumentalist George Zhen weaves melody and songcraft into a sound that is uniquely his own. Piano, guitars, various programming and studio skills on bass and drums have melded into something that is very, very Zhen. You know it when you hear it.

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Track Name: In Transit
Here take a look at this hologram
See how it flickers from years of replay
It reminds me of Rotterdam
Oh, what a scam...

Terminals, jetways and turnstiles
Waking up wicked and mad at the day
Remember how I mad you smile
For a little while

But sleep don’t come easy
When you’re stuck on a seat in the aisle
And the neighboring shoulder is colder than stone

So you remember that day from hell
We were stuck in Atlanta for most of the day
And that’s when I made you laugh
At that photograph

Crying comes easy
When your baggage won’t fit overhead
And the queue at the counter stretches til dawn

We were born in transit
Shooting checkerboard landings
We were born in transit
Not stopping for anything

We were born in transit
Shooting checkerboard landings
We were born in transit
Not stopping for anything
We’re not landing for anything
Not living for anything
Track Name: Uri Geller Spoon
On the train to Amsterdam she turned and looked me in the eye
Blue and fluid - moving to and fro
She said sh had to make a stop
Said she had to make a buy
Just for a moment
A little taste for home

Put the package in a box
Put the box inside my bag
No one will notice - no one will ever know
Took the wrong-way taxi cab out to Schiphol just in time
For the boarding of a triple-seven home

I really can’t explain
‘Cause I don’t understand
I got on board that plane
With the contraband
I must have been insane
Oh I’m freakin’ out

She bends my brain like a Uri Geller spoon

She falls into another nap
Magazine upon her lap
How can she do this knowing what she knows?
My heart is beating in my chest
Now I’m hoping for the best
“No I’m not nervous. I’m laughing at the show”

I really need a drink
“Miss, can you bring me one?”
I’m clarely on the brink
“Yeah, a Coke and rum”
I’m daring not to think
Yeah, I’m freaking out

She bends my brain like a Uri Geller spoon
And she melts my heart like a Dali clock at noon
She bends my brain like a Uri Geller spoon

And she bends me...
And upends me...
And offends me...
Touched the ground at MIA
Now I’m wishing it away
Confess to nothing - blame it on the girl

They find the box inside a bag
She turns a wink, a smile, a shag
Before you know it we’re on a shuttle bus to Alton Road

“I nearly lost my life”
“Yeah, I’m crazy like that”
“All that pain and strife”
“But it’s over now”
“Would you be my wife?”
“Oh, don’t be absurd...”

She bends my brain like a Uri Geller spoon
And she melts my heart like a Dali clock at noon
She bends my brain
And melts my heart
She bends my brain like a Uri Geller spoon
Track Name: Sweet Citabria
“Hello” she said to me “I guess”
On a forgotten Sunday
I’d never seen her in a dress
I must admit that caught my eye
She’s been riding in the rain on a motorcycle
How she managed that remains a mystery
(Ha, figure it out)

Maybe once ro maybe twice
I’d seen her truly happy
Usually that coincides with me face-down in the mud
She’d pull me up, hose me off
While she’s smiling at me
With a kiss she whispers “How pathetic..”

She’s so very smart
But doesn’t have a clue
That she’s so fucking beautiful
There’s nothing I can do
When she’s breaking my limbs every time I let her know
That she’s so very beautiful
I’d like to spend all of my time basking in her summer sunshine
So in love with sweet Citabria

We were riding in a plane on our way to Ashville
The turbulence was so insane I though the wings would rip right off
Saring straight ahead she says
“I could never love you. Nothing personal. You see, I’m broken.”

She’s so very smart
But doesn’t have a clue
That she’s so fucking beautiful
There’s nothing I can do
When she’s breaking my limbs every time I let her know
That she’s so very beautiful
I’d like to spend all of my days dancing in her autumn haze
So afraid of sweet Citabria

Beneath the power lines of Paris
Between the moonlight and the breeze
Silhouetted on a terrace
All the beauty and the graceful symmetry
But you see, she just won’t... She just won’t believe
Track Name: Babylon Line
Suffered fools create the din
Trippin’ over a lunchbox tin
Mother’s voice gently sings
Of mockingbirds and diamond tings
I find myself there all alone
Surrounded by suburban drones
Drained by caffeine and regret
And racing against the sunset

As the day begins to fade
Into a velvet cloak of marmalade
So hideous and bright
And every light is advertising
A universe Divine
As I’m riding on the Babylon Line

The ambassador of seven nations
Climbs aboard to Jamaica Station
Fins himself standing in the aisle
And somehow manages a smile
While raindrops on a window race
Like crystals grown in outer space
they trace the patterns of our sins
Pushed and scattered by the wind

That cries out your name
I awake to find myself on a train
Across the great divide
From all those cars on sunrise highway
You’re always on my mind
When I’m riding on the Babylon Line

Baby baby maybe you’re the one who’s sane
But that’s no excuse for your bad behavior
across the great divide
And there’s all those trucks stuck on the highway
You’re always on my mind
As I’m riding on the Babylon Line....

(Hush now baby don’t say a word
Mother’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that bird refuses to sing
Then Mother’s gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond rings don’t shine
Then Mother’s gonna buy you your own private island
Where we can spend the rest of our lives
Dancing. Dancing in the sunshine...)
Track Name: Another American Anthem
You obfuscate the details
And put the words in my mouth
And sell it all at retail...

Scared into never having quite enough
I’m thinking backwards about that kind of stuff

But I’m thinking...

Let’s put them in the gallery
For all the bastards and rogues
Who command outrageous salaries
And pin it on the blessed and the damned
The ones who’ll pay for this mission with no plan

If you see me on the street
Please don’t turn away
‘Cause if by chance our eyes should meet
I may even smile
It’s the cure for the disease called a dumb democracy
You must have me confused with some other American
You must have me confused with some other American

Reach in, dig deep, pull out your love
Your forever after...

So let’s make a promise
One we know we can keep
Never let them harm us
Turn a fist into a helping hand
Tear all the fences down
Maybe then they’ll understand

We’re thinking

If you see me on the street
Please don’t turn away
‘Cause if by chance our eyes should meet
I may even smile
It’s the cure for the disease called a dumb democracy
You must have me confused with some other American
You must have me confused with some other American
You must have me confused with some other American
Track Name: The Flight of Socrates
He was a brilliant social hacker born with the acumen of a demon
He could split the mathematics of a tree
He put a hundred million dollars stolen from an internet casino
into twenty bank accounts he's set up overseas

Now he's passing parallels of latitude with frequency and amplitude
Here, there, everywhere...

Born upon the sound of some 500 angry horses
The underworld enforcer, he's arrived
He failed to recognize the kid disguised as your typical underachiever
who'd grown up to become the most wanted man alive

Now he's passing parallels of latitude with frequency and amplitude
Here, there, everywhere...
Never mean but sometimes rude with latency of gratitude
Here, there, everywhere...

Socrates rode the bed of nails they call The Eagle out of Dallas
Across the open desert to L.A.
Became a lab rat at the crack of dawn by having all of his fingerprints redrawn
Then they dermal-patched his dirty DNA

Now he's passing parallels of latitude with frequency and amplitude
Here, there, everywhere...
Never mean but sometimes rude
Well I saw it on the news
Here, there, everywhere...
Track Name: Fighting Off A Bullet With A Rubber Band
Cover me - with your raincoat
Protect me from the stars that are gonna fall
You say you love me - I suppose
It's only fair that you're warned

From the day I was born
I've been holding on to a rope that's torn
Building all my castles in the quicksand
And fighting off a bullet with a rubber band
All my mistakes are kept on file
At the local bureau of denial
Put on display on the 17th floor
For the brave and the utterly bored

You tell me - You're not frightened
I might believe you for a day
Then you'll wonder how this happened
Why did I turn out this way

From the time I was 15
I've been hypnotized by a headlight beam
Building all my castles in the quicksand
And fighting off a bullet with a rubber band
All of my failures are carefully set
Up at the local gallery of regret
Something to cherish and be freely ignored
By the brave and the utterly bored

Surprise me - With an answer
To the question of your sanity
Insulate me - With your trenchcoat
I don't know how this can be

From the night I turned 25
I've been the luckiest asshole alive
Building all those castles in the quicksand
And fighting off a bullet with a rubber band
All of my dreams are featured every day
At the local cinema matinee
With showings at 12 o'clock, 2:30 and four
For the brave and the utterly bored

Cover me - with your raincoat. Protect me from the stars that are gonna fall
Track Name: Napoleon Solo
Well goodbye
You really need to say goodbye
'Cause your're so mad at everything
And you know what the anger brings
So you lie
Girl, you really need ot learn to drive
Because you're swerving all over this road
And I don't know but I've been told


That the buses are running late today
You wonder why I hate?


Sometimes I wish I had a gun like Napoleon Solo
Don't ask me: "What does it mean?"
Yeah, I wish I had a gun like Napoleon Solo
It's a utopian dream thing

Sometimes the bull is gonna rise when you think it's 'bout to fall
And that utopian kommisar has got a line on me
I'll be staring down at my feet again
So much of everything is all about diverting
Attention K-Mart shoppers, the little blue light is on

The moment you came I felt the weight
Of every little thing I hate

And I'll be staring down at my feet again
Track Name: 6 Months in Ohio
The afterimage in my mind
Plays 'til the end and then rewinds
I know each and every frame
Beginning with you standing there
Open mind and teased up hair
And ending with you on a plane

And now - knowing your brutal history
Some fool will try and solve your mystery

You've got to be the brightest thing
To come My way
I'll never breathe again
And now it is you're telling me
You've left and gone away
To spend six months in Ohio

Sometimes it hurts so I pretend
That you and I are only friends
And time never really heals me
It started as a sordid tale
About the ghosts of Lauderdale
Light never will reveal me

And when you come back here you'll probably find
That afterimage playing in your mind

You've got to be the brightest thing
To come My way
I'll never breathe again
And now it is you're telling me
You've left and gone away
To spend six months in Ohio
It'll look good on your bio
To spend maybe a year in Ohio

You know I'm not really afraid of the dark
'Cause baby I know you and I could never really be that far apart
I'm reaching out across the thousand or so miles inbetween us
Hoping that I'll find your hand waiting there....

You've got to be the brightest thing
To come My way
I'll never breathe again
And now it is you're telling me
You've left and gone away
To spend six months in Ohio
It'll look good on your bio
To spend a year in Ohio
You'll reach tenure in Ohio

(Or was that Manhattan, Kansas?)
Track Name: Digital Oxide
We're dumber than diesel
Trying to appease you
Trying to make it right
In spite of the weather
A supersonic tether
Is pulling us outside
We have nowhere to go
Nothing to see
Nothing to hope for
A subatomic law
Can't erase the things that we saw

While we were driving with the lights off
Speeding down a blacktop four-lane
With nothing but a arm full of promises

Reaching in through the sadness
Pulling out the madness
Letting it be our guide
So charming and clever
Supporting our endeavor
With digital oxide
We've got nowhere to go
Nothing to see
We've got nothing to reach for
Because nothing ever dies
And no one's gonna stop us tonight

While we're driving with the lights off
Speeding down a blacktop four-lane
With nothing but this fist full of promises
We'll be done before dawn
And we'll be sleeping with the lights on
Hell, there'll be nothing left to explain
We don't care what your mother says

Now we've got somewhere to go
Someplace to see
Something to hope for
'Cause nothing ever dies
Even when galaxies collide
A part of us is always alive

While we're driving with our lights off
Speeding down a blacktop four-lane
With nothing but a world full of promises
We'll be done before dawn
And we'll be sleeping with the lights on
Hell, there'll be nothing left to explain
We don't really care what your mother says
Care what your mother says