Track 01 - Chapter One

Track 02 - Love

Track 03 - Come On Baby

Track 04 - Freedom

Track 05 - This Is Not an Exit

Track 06 - Fire Water

Track 07 - Spyders

Track 08 - Exploration #5

Track 09 - Writer's Block

Track 10 - Shadows

Track 11 - The Right To Life

Track 12 - One Chance

Valerian's Garden: Fire Water
When Lost Inside your Time of Need
The User Poets Visions Bleed 

Angel: Vox, Rhythm Guitar, Piano
Mickey: Lead and Accoustic Guitars
TJ: Bass, Saxophone
Sex: Drums, Loops
Nine: Keys, Synth, Media

all lyrics by angel
produced and mixed by tj and nine with angel
art and art direction by MonicaSES and heretic099 

management: MMG, when only a psycho bitch will do.

distribution: nobody's bitch creations through CSE records. 

i was looking through my collections of notebooks that managed to survive from spencer to hollywood to the bronx, and all points inbetween. damn. after my initial stint of trying too hard to be a gothic poet all this rage flew out of my head and ended up on scarred. after some perspective on how angry i was, the rest of it ended up on stitches. if ever there were two albums tied together in thought, if not execution, it's scarred and stitches. i went from "hush little baby...my life is mine" to "vengeance is mine...finally who i'm meant to be." not a bad transition, actually. this album is free from anxiety and neurosis... or as free from it as anything i write can get. fire water is just poetry, the best i can do. there's no biographical pieces on this record. there's feelings i have and fears and anxiety and all that stuff that someone as naturally overstressed as i am deals with, but fortunately there's no one song (or multiple songs in the case of scarred) that i can look at, read, sing, or hear, and say yeah, i lived through it. these songs weren't borne out of nightmares, they came from the isolation that we felt on our world tour in countries that we largely couldn't communicate with. woe be the day ivy went home, she speaks like a dozen languages. these songs came from an 'of the moment' state of mind sitting at my desk in my lovely new apartment, drinking wine and trading lines with the snake charmer. well, she was drinking wine, i was breathing in the scent of my candles and incense and trying my best not to suck as a writer. you guys have really helped with that, by the by. you, my darklings and user poets. your continued support has been one of the only things that have kept me going. yeah, i keep saying it but that's because it hasn't stopped being true. deal with it. we've been invited into your towns and into your homes because of our common ground. it doesn't end with the music, it starts there. i don't think it has an end. valerian's garden isn't just me, it isn't just me and the boys. you guys are part of garden. eli and mj are part of garden. anyone who creates something audial, visual, or tactile is part of garden, as far as i'm concerned. i don't know where i came from in this manner, my parents were never what you'd call creative. but let's be honest, an accountant and a housewife don't have much need for creativity. i don't want my accountant getting creative, i want whatever he did for the last person that kept them from being audited. this of course incorrectly assumes that i have an accountant. ramble ramble ramble, it's about time i said goodbye, farewell, and thank you for buying our stuff. love and kisses to everyone, especially elijah and mariella jade. 

-angel, los angeles, seveneightohfive
the west is the best.