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by John Tabacco

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1.
Bogle In My Soup 02:10 video
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ND: "Ok Talk." JT: "Waiting Around, Waiting Around..." ND: "Don't Blow The Mic Up!" JT: (Laughs) ND: "Say This Is A Test." JT: "This Is A Test In A Series Of Ten Thousand"...(Laughs) BOGEL IN MY SOUP There's Bogel In My Soup And A Fat Twig On My Shoulder Causing Pain I Have Not Known This Is Nothing New The Annoyance Is A Teaser Well How Do I Know What You Say Is True? When I Caught You With My Teenage Pigeon That Pistoria Queens Basted And Groomed Should I Just Dig A Hole? There's A Place Over Here There's A Place Where It Used To Be Much Safer And The Bogels' Never Dared But As It Happens Twice A Day The Most Secure Get Blown Away Is This A Foreshadow Or What? "Ah, Waiter, Bring Me More Sooooooooooooup!" "Be-Fore I Dig A Hole!" "In A Box Of Fluff By The Filing Cabinet." "Yeah, That's Right In A Box Of Fluff!" "Yeah!" ND: "OK, Stop It."
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This I Need To Know 03:49
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THIS I NEED TO KNOW The door to another world is out there when I am down The door to another world is out there when you’re around And when you’re not - I’m out of touch Being here doesn’t mean as much and I wonder Yes I wonder why... This I need to know to keep me on the life track This I need to know when I’m down and out This I need to know to keep me on the life track This I need to know when I’m on the rise When I’m on the rise The door to another world is out there when you are down The door to another world is open once you have found A place to dream within your mind Though who can say for sure it’s not just movies of our lives? Not just movies of our lives This I need to know to keep me on the life track This I need to know when I’m down and out This I need to know to keep me on the life track This I need to know when I’m on the rise This I need to know - to keep me on the life track This I need to know when I’m down and out This I need to know when I’m down and out I don’t feel right When I’m down and out I don’t see right It’s like a clouded evil........ Evil God Evil God Why? This I need to know to keep me on the life track This I need to know when I’m down and out This I need to know - to keep me on the life track This I need to know when I’m on the rise This I need to know to keep me on the life track This I need to know when I’m down and out This I need to know to keep me on the life track This I need to know when I’m on the rise etc.
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The Eyes Of Mars 03:35
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THE EYES OF MARS Once before in this broken town back when a standard klown could live with pride Children ran with a fever on... Yeah, feeding Vietnam to snakes who spied Porcelain Gods filled with merriment sat in a wet cement where hands would sign And in the halls of the restaurants, hung were the aeronauts who lost their kites PAISLEY SACHETS HOLY ROLLER DOLE LINES MAKING LOVE BY SALLOW CATH'LIC BOVINES Today there is no pony ride Lost are the suicides that charmed the site Just some weeds near an old saloon, Cast in a beige balloon all shrunk with fright W.C FIELD MARSHALL GENERAL: " It behooves me on this historic occasion to dedicate this stinckin' Indian monument and cobalt testing range.. CIVILIZATION.....WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?" PREMONITIONS OF THE ORPHAN CANINES SADDLED UP TO HOIST THE AILING BOVINES Well the EYES OF MARS are now dripping They glow alone in the Bowery THE EYES OF MARS are now dripping They glow alone in the Bowery I said the EYES OF MARS are now dripping They glow alone in the Bowery How do they glow? Yeah, THE EYES OF MARS are now dripping They glow alone in the Bowery In the Bowery
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I'll Plant The Bug 03:37
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I'LL PLANT THE BUG Ahhhhh but why? Ahhhhh but why? Ahhhhh but why? A "sheriff bible" gooed: "your'e a prisoner in this town." "And all the assembly misfortunes are designed." He told me I came from the north just to show off my money I gave him a photo that nailed his mind, then he told him: I'll plant the bug and light the fuse (over the wayside) I'll plant the bug and and you'll resume (but under the mud slide) It's shady but it's alright See the shadow, brighter than moon light A sub across the lake - no fish or birds lived by And all the surrounding apartments had been closed A military joke with pressure cooker fines, stopped me until I was nice enough to say... I told her: I'll plant the bug and light the fuse (over the wayside) I'll plant the bug and and you'll resume (but under the mud slide) It's shady but it's alright See the shadow, brighter than moon light It's so shady What a scam It's so shady See the shadow moon Light brighter than down town See the shadow moon And if you should question... I'll plant the bug and light the fuse (over the wayside) I'll plant the bug and and you'll resume (but under the mud slide) It's shady but it's alright See the shadow, brighter than moon light etc...
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Sinday 03:50
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SINDAY Sinday.... Sinday... Sinday... Sinday Grizzle the stove don’t hide the presents mother nature bestowed Sinday Better not cry you make me swelter with those chemical eyes ahh... Sinday Why’d you have to show up right now? Ahh... Sinday I was just about to change my life Sinday Bury the spade don’t hide the presets that the factory made Sinday Better not slip you make me swelter with those radiant hips ahh... Sinday Why’d you have to show up right now? Ahh... Sinday I was just about to change my life Sinday Why’d you have to show up right now? Ahh... Sinday You had to show up right now!
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Pog And The Girls From The Crippled Spider 03:43
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POG AND THE GIRLS FROM THE CRIPPLED SPIDER The river earth is low tonight and the smog is blowing in A jungle moon "mysterium" is collecting from within Politics are broken Not a truth is spoken Well, Pog and the girls couldn't get much higher Jammin' away to the hit parade Pog and the girls from the crippled spider Dancin' the night like some renegades Pog and the girls and the one on fire... (A lone skeptic thinks to herself): Somebody feed me the bigger life ... As the world is up in arms and the future up in stars The gossamer of youthful dreams are nothing more than scars Brutal forces chiding Demigods are hiding While: Pog and the girls couldn't get much higher Jammin' away to the hit parade Pog and the girls from the crippled spider Dancin' the night like some renegades Pog and the girls and the one on fire... (A lone skeptic thinks to himself): I'm waitin' 'round for the bigger life Somehow it seems that all my dreams lie in between joy and disaster I don't have to buy them but I can't deny them Pog! (A lone skeptic thinks to himself): I'm waitin' 'round for the bigger life Oh, Pog and the girls couldn't get much higher Jammin' away to the hit parade Pog and the girls from the crippled spider Dancin' the night like some renegades Pog and the girls and the one on fire... Jammin' away to the hit parade Pog and the girls from the crippled spider Dancin' the night like some renegades Pog and the girls and the one on fire... Somebody feed me the bigger life ... Somebody feed me the bigger life ... Somebody feed me the bigger life ... Somebody feed me the bigger life ... Somebody feed me the bigger life ... Somebody feed him some food.. The Priest : Feed him now Phillup!
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We Believe It So Well 02:24
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WE BELIEVE IT SO WELL There isn’t any reason to wipe away to other places The one you live in is pretty clear The rumble that you might hear tonight is not contagious It never reaches the atmosphere And there isn’t a reason in the world that you should start to grow your own vegetables The ones you buy have been chemically protected with a special coating that’s good for you We believe it so well, well We believe it so well, well… well There isn’t any reason to turn the TV off this evening It’s always good to learn something new It gives you time to catch up - (up -on) the latest fashion you’re gonna need for the interview And don’t forget to say grace you should be thankful for the fact that you a re a white human God is always there to protect the “chosen” people Just fill the basket with lots of change! We believe it so well well We believe it so well well We believe it so well well We believe it so well well We believe it so well well
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Nice Life, Nice Life 03:28
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NICE LIFE, NICE LIFE Your avenue is full of nasty kinds of “animules” You don’t care what type of filth they spew on my lawn I don’t like your ethics Nice Life Nice Life Drugs galoot for a social scene And your wife Is his wife A cut out doll from a magazine No blood for you I don’t trust your sleazy point of view For all I know I might contribute to your old age home Why don’t you leave me alone? I’ve got my own sickness to deal with No time for your jokes You don’t take to kindly to reason Too busy sniffin’ coke! Nice Life Nice Life Drugs galoot for a social fiend And your knife Is his knife Turn my back and you’ll cut me clean Cut his spleen Cut his genes Heavy paranoia in my “gelatine” I hope you’re not the future ‘ cause if you are, I think I’ll slash my wrists Nice Life I hate it everyday You’re nothing but a weasel A tiny ring worm on my waist!
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3 Boys (Related To An Aging Tycoon) 03:15
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3 BOYS (RELATED TO AN AGING TYCOON) 3 boys set down a rocker then they gave the man a kiss - They said, "Smile dad just look on the bright side by noon you won't exist." 3 boys fixing his muzzle chained him by his wrists The old man put up a struggle and clenched his spotted fist The OLD MAN. 3 boys positioned the mirror reflecting on his face Hot sun, the desert surrounding the leather 'round his waist The frail screams, the buzzards assuming a meal to be fit for a king 3 boys stepped into the shadows and counted all his rings WELL AIN'T IT GREAT TO BE YOUNG AND SINGLE AND RELATED TO AN AGING TYCOON? YOU COULD MAKE IT YOUR RIGHT TO BE EVIL AND WHEN YOU'RE SLIGHTLY GRAY YOUR KIDS CAN DO IT TO YOU 'CAUSE THEY'RE RELATED TO AN AGING TYCOON Singing : WELL AIN'T IT GREAT TO BE YOUNG AND SINGLE AND RELATED TO AN AGING TYCOON? YOU COULD MAKE IT YOUR RIGHT TO BE EVIL AND WHEN YOU'RE SLIGHTLY GRAY YOUR KIDS CAN DO IT TO YOU YEAH, WHEN YOU'RE SLIGHTLY GRAY AND YOU'RE AN AGING TYCOON
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Wash The Blood With The Rain 02:41
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WASH THE BLOOD WITH THE RAIN Renda felt empty Renda felt worse than her shoes Renda remembers The day when she heard the sad news They had to play over it They had to play "chicken-shit" Now all that's left is on the train Wash the blood with the rain Just like the movies Renda and I saw the change Matching the photographs Everyone looked rather strange They had to play over it They couldn't re-write the script So young, so cold, so free of pain Wash the blood with the rain Now doncha know ya sucha winner when you play those baby games? You can mollify regrets about the future and get your name.... Your name, in the papers where the general population will skim you by Nothing new about some drunken kinda fools who now reside On the other side... On the other side!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We all play over it There is no benefit but a life (a long and fruitful game) Wash the blood with the rain
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Mr. Daddio 03:24
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MR. DADDIO When you walk in the room Mr. Daddio Oh, Oh, Oh, You better stop where you are Mr. Daddio I can smell your attitude in the air Mr. Daddio You expect so much for free Like talk on the radio You expend your gas on me I don't buy it Mr. Daddio Oh, Oh, Oh WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! When you squawk on the phone Mr. Daddio Oh, Oh, Oh, I have to read in between your scenarios Yes it sucks to beat around the bush Mr. Daddio (George Bush) I don't fall for your routine anymore Mr. Daddio I'm not the douche I used to be anymore Mr. Daddio No, Oh, Oh, WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Get lost Take a hike There's assholes out tonight At the bottom of the sump where the scumbags float Your kind of people are typically trite Like paper plates with your name on them WHOA!!! (cheap Casio CZ 5000 solo plays here) Oh, Oh, Oh, WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Get lost Take a hike There's assholes out tonight At the bottom of the sump where the scumbags float Yeah, your kind of people are typically trite Ya got paper plates with your name on them! Don't patronize me now Mr. Daddio Oh, Oh, Oh, I'll have you nailed to a cross Mr. Daddio I can see behind your sleaze bag eyes Mr. Daddio What a feckless trip you took me through Such a waste Mr. Daddio And I hope someday to be like you What a twist Mr. Daddio Oh, Oh, Oh, WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! WHINE!
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Bulbs Blow Out 03:41
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BULBS BLOW OUT Bulbs blow out when I lose the feel of a melody Bulbs blow out only when the fear of losing you goes through my head Bulbs blow out when I'm short of change at the toll machine And you're with me Screaming words you never scream Bulbs blow out when I'm on a stand by jury call Bulbs blow out When the newest plans for a better world are ripped to shreds Do you think I'm crazy cause i hear drills in my sleep? hah? Do you think I'm crazy cause i blame you? Well, bulbs blow out when I wake up late for a hurricane Ahhh,bulbs blow out When I'm under fed and the food is lame Do you think I'm crazy cause I stutter in my sleep? Hah? i can always go for Chinese roast Any time! Any day! Like breath on wood Unseen forces keep me misunderstood Consequently... Bulbs blow out Bulbs blow out Bulbs blow out Bulbs blow out Bulbs blow out
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Scarepuck City 05:22
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SCARE PUCK CITY Well I'm working every season tryin' to build myself a crutch But a monster comes around each evening And "den" he smashes it to dust While hobo clowns and big eyed velvet orphans Keep me wonderin' if I'm warm or if I'm dead Yeah, I wanna buy my senses back but they won't go on sale So I'm livin' it out at SCARE PUCK CITY in my Easter clothes SCARE PUCK CITY where you never grow SCARE PUCK CITY in my Easter clothes SCARE PUCK CITY if ya wanna fold and never grow The reasons aren't clear but somehow I am here Yeah, I'm fightin' it out in SCARE PUCK CITY SCAREPUCK CITY Diamond rings and old religions weed their hokum to the naive brains Pot hole surfers comb the freakin' region lookin' to smash those who neglect to watch the games And along the frigid life line of this city I keep-a- wondering what went wrong inside my head Could it be the food I eat or somethin' that's in bred? In any event it's SCARE PUCK CITY in my Easter clothes SCARE PUCK CITY where you never grow SCARE PUCK CITY in my Easter clothes SCARE PUCK CITY if ya wanna fold and never grow The reasons aren't clear but somehow I am here Yeah I'm livin' it out in SCARE PUCK CITY BREAK DOWN!!! Talkin' about SCARE PUCK CITY blues SCARE PUCK CITY IN BROWN!!! Talkin' about SCARE PUCK CITY dues -solo- Yeah, I'm wastin' it out in SCARE PUCK CITY in my Easter clothes SCARE PUCK CITY where you never grow SCARE PUCK CITY in my Easter clothes SCARE PUCK CITY if you wanna fold and never grow The reasons aren't clear but somehow I am here Fightin' it out in SCARE PUCK CITY SCARE PUCK CITY Yeah, I'm fightin' out in SCARE PUCK CITY SCARE PUCK CITY Yeah, I'm fightin' out in SCARE PUCK CITY SCARE PUCK CITY Yeah, I'm fightin' out in SCARE PUCK CITY No! Yeah, I'm fightin' out - SCARE PUCK CITY! Been a long cold life here in the city SCARE PUCK CITY! Yeah... NO! Steel and glass SCARE PUCK CITY NO! Steel and glass Steel and glass
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You May End Up In Wyandanch 06:56
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YOU MAY END UP IN WYANDANCH Are you the only one that he really loves? Are you the only one that he really loves? Or is there someone else? Somebody else above? Are you the only one that he really loves? Now every time I ask you who it might be you say i'm out of my mind Am I the only one? Or maybe you are blind Are you losing sight of the real thing? Well you should know, ‘cause you've been there You take your chances win or lose There's so many roads but you'll have to beware or you'll end up in Wyandanch You'll end up in Wyandanch You better beware... Is he the only one that you cannot hide? Am I the only one who has to see you cry? Well, his "Barrytown" friends (most of them have lied) So if I seem a bit suspicious please forgive me I'm afraid to let go! And I remember you said: "Don't dare to lose sight of the real things!" Well, you should know, ‘cause you've been there You take your chance win or lose There's room at the top but you have to beware You may spend it in Wyandanch Yeah, you should know, ‘cause you've been there You take your chance win or lose We're looking for love but with whom should you share? You tell me you found it You tell me you found it Well, I hope that it's true I hope that it's true The thermostat is way too high and I know that isn't you He's trapped you in this bas ass town Don't you blame me Don't you dare blame me! You should know, ‘cause you've been there You take your chance win or lose here's so many roads but you'll have to beware Or you'll end up it in Wyandanch Well you should know, ‘cause you've been there You take your chance win or lose There's room at the top but you have to beware You may spend it in Wyandanch You may spend it in Wyandanch What a bad ass town! Well, you should know!
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Can Ya Take Me Back 00:35
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Take Me Back To The Lodgings 04:15
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TAKE ME BACK TO THE LODGINGS Tara and her little paper tigerrrr... They can't bother me now You know I put them in a grinder Then I fed'em to Sal They've been getting on my nerves like everyone else From the garbage to the laundry Time to make a reservation and settle my debts with the Salvation Army Gotta take me back I gotta take me back to the lodgings Gotta take me back Gotta take me back to the lodgings Take me back to where the only cheese is what what you add to liven up your spuds Gotta take me back I gotta take me back to the lodgings Take me back Gotta take me back to the lodgings Always buggin' me the minute I begin to undress 'specially when I take a solo Can't ya see I'm evil when I'm under duress Ya gotta grab me by the pollo and... Take me back a step and write me a check for Sixty thousand dollars worth of quiche Where the wholesalers go to buy some bottle neck And Rio gets that big fat chick Well, maybe next year.... Ooooo take me down (solo interuptus plays here) (choir at the funeral takes place at this point) Gotta take me back Been spending too much time in this fish tank Answering calls from people I don't even want to talk to Gotta take me back! I was eight years old having a good time Not too much to worry about Yeah, I liked those days back at the lodgings Got to destroy a lot of plastic things and I didn't feel too guilty about it
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Move! 05:09
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MOVE! Digital squirrels Digital squirrels Digital squirrels digi digi digi You! Never would suspect the kind of things I do To see you on the stage in “Buddy’s” room I go through maneuvers that would blow your mind Lost a lot of money on it too... Made myself a promise I don’t wanna break I think that it’s time to make my move Or maybe I should reconsider who you are ‘Cause somethin’s feeling wrong Move! I think I know you well enough but are we on the same line? Well I... I’ve watched you from my car outside the I.R.S. I know the social aspects of your life I’ve taped those conversations at the “Pioneer” This seems the perfect time to make my move Well maybe I’ve been overlooking some detail ‘cause something’s feeling wrong Move! I think we’d be compatible You’re all I want and more! But am I the one for you? I Move! But only after spying What an evil thing to do! Move! But only after spying What an evil thing - like an evil to do! Move! Yeah, I think we’d be compatible You’re all I want and more! But am I the one for you? Move! But only after spying What an evil thing an evil to do! Move! I know we’d be compatible You’re all I want and more etc... (ad lib like crazy) Move! You gotta move along right along the edge Yeah right along the box etc... Digital Squirrels (ad lib more until): No mobile rash - No mobile rash – “If she wants to she can have it I don’t care !” Don’t Move… Starwarzzzzz!
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Looks #1 (Genteel version) 01:42
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LOOKS (Genteel Version) I remember a time and place Where a boy with a twisted face Said he didn’t know why the circus was his home And his mother always carried a picture-cube of someone else’s kid ‘Cause she couldn’t live down the stories of her womb I remember a time and place Where a girl with a pretty face Saidshe didn’t know why a boy like that should live And her mother snapped several pictures for somebody else’s kids Ain’t that a good enough reason to do away his life? ‘Cause looks are super special when you don’t look deep inside The rejections hit the likes of you and me Looks are superficial and out weigh the finer gifts There may always be time and place For a role in a super race Where the ugly in life no longer have a home But I doubt that it matters what dream you dream so long as you awake To a world of bigger egos than yourself ‘Cause looks are super special when you don’t look deep inside The rejections hit the likes of you and me Looks are superficial and out weigh the finer gifts
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It Had A Snorkle Mug 05:27
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IT HAD A SNORKEL MUG It had a snorkel mug and a suppressed constitution A child of someone else's by mistake Every night it cried Every hug denied in shameful view Of somebody else's evil pleasure The S & M review Scared Depressed A restless mind A need to find a cure Perhaps a GOD Anything would do So it prayed Well, on the edge it stood - dragged it's childhood from town to town By means of someone's dice it came of age And when it filled with pain It was always TWAIN who pulled it through Injustice only had a reason When you had the time to choose Torn Alone And living in a home somebody drew There were four And who suspected that the lives of countless more would fall down the line to such a LOSER. I'm readin' different papers but the news appears the same Somebody got slaughtered No one special, just another actor on a shooting spree AND THE MESSAGE GETS LOUDER AS THE PICTURE GETS CLEARER TO SEE STORMY WEATHER COULD SNAG YOU AND ME AT ANY TIME ANY PLACE AND FOR NO REASON NO LOGICAL REASON I'm changing different channels but the news appears the same Somebody got butchered By a clown who's neighbors say he was the friendly kind AND THE MESSAGE GROWS LOUDER AS THE MOTIVES BEGIN TO UNWIND STORMY WEATHER COULD SNEAK UP BEHIND HEY!!! What does this mean to you? (I think about it now and then) What does this mean to you? I can read the obvious and dig up some clues But beyond the facts I read There isn't much that I can do There ain't much that I can do I'm tuning in the station, now I'm laughin' quite a bit Somebody got lucky (on parole) just accidentally won the lottery prize AND THE MESSAGE GROWS LOUDER AS THE BOGELS ARE PUT OUT TO SEA STORMY WEATHER COULD PASS YOU AND ME COMPLETELY
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Mr. Roadmeat 02:33
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Mr. Roadmeat There in the darkness amongst bones and broken steel Mr. Roadmeat comes around To be feared... To be feared Bathed in a moon bath, ‘round boxes full of flesh Mr. Roadmeat eyes the town Till he hears... Till he hears... The muffled heavy breathing of a death-defying soul One of God’s innocent little creatures Victims... victims
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Page 02:58
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PAGE Page: I tore it up The words i could not read again Page: Just tore it up Tomorrow, i mettle with my pen That page had everybody’s claim to fame From A to Z but not my name That page I tore it up Page: Almost gave it up Struck down in front of all my peers Page: You shook me up Tried to convince me, I’ve wasted all these years No, Page You’ll never make me quit the game From now till death my love remains Page I won’t give it up No Page I won’t give it up Now Page was never the best of friends In fact, I can’t remember when a friendly word graced my way Never told me how the autocrats decide what’s great! No page you’ll never make quit the game From now till death my love remains Page I won’t give it up No Page, I won’t give it up No Page, I won’t give it up I won’t give it up
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Wake Up My Friend 02:31
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WAKE UP MY FRIEND Wake up my friend and don't you - you be scared that I'm going I know that emptiness of the soul (like a hole) can keep you cryin' Wake up my friend and don't you - you be sad that I'm going My time is over here on the Earth Now you're set to measure my worth See ya later. OK.
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Don't Keep The Answers To Yourself 06:07
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Spilt A 47 05:41
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THE TASCAM 38 / 8 TRACK YEARS 1984-88.
The time:
Spring 1982.
The place:
State University at Stony Brook
Music Building 2nd floor
Composition Class
Basic reason for being there:
Supposedly to study the fine art of musical composition
Real reason:
To meet Nick DiMauro

Once upon a time a fellow college mate of mine played our composition class a jazzy sort of piece he wrote and performed. It featured him on trumpet along with a few other instruments. Unlike most of the live junk my composition pals played, this piece was musical and the recording wasn't that bad. To say the least, I was impressed, intrigued and relieved that I wasn't the only nut who spent his time jerking off on quarter inch tape. That college mate was NICK DIMAURO. When I dug up the courage to tell him about my quarter inch AKAI GX4000-D™ sound on sound recording obsession, he seemed to understand quite clearly the deep side of absurdity that I lived everyday. Who but an existential dot would spend his sleeping hours agonizing over a cheap sped up bell part to a tune called, "DISCO PUS" that no one in the immediate pop culture was ever going to hear? Well, that dot was me and Nick had no problem with it except when it got in the way of me calling him up just to hang out. (Ok, so acceptance of one's quirkiness is tough but that's what makes life oh so wonderful...RIGHT? ) Anyway, he got used to it. Now from my point of view I had no problem with Nick. He was without question, the funniest, most obnoxious, imaginative person I'd ever met, so that in itself was cool and enough to keep me from being one of the most anti social characters in the music department. Our shared sense of humor, philosophy and love for hip chord changes made going through the motions of college a lot easier. He eventually coaxed me into giving him a tape of some of my early AKAI music. When I found out he didn't hate it and actually quoted a line from my song "You're Gonna Die Someday" I knew that he wasn't one of those fly by night acquaintances. We hung out a little more each successive day, sometimes at his house (which was a new experience for me) and listened to records on his father's ultra "class A” equipment. His parents were always kind to me and countless times they fed me some of the best home made cooking anywhere. Nick introduced me to chicken and broccoli, cold noodles in sesame sauce and David Lynch's film "Eraserhead". Soon my sister Laura would think to herself, "Who is this strange guy my brother is friends with?" " He doesn't know how to have friends."

When she first met Nick she couldn't deal with him. His acid wit and free wheeling approach towards life (like going into our refrigerator to grab something to eat without asking) was too much of an opposite curve for her. There was definitely a weird vibe between the two of them that eventually came to a head right before our Florida trip in 1985. Ever since then they've been good friends.

It took two years but I finally loosened up enough to take my jacket off at Nick's house. We used to talk for hours about that soft spot on top of babies heads and owning our own studio, in a voice we borrowed from our orchestration teacher John Lessard. That voice eventually evolved in to a character we we're commonly associated with called The Priest. A lot of people who meet us for the first time know it's the Priest intuitively when we use the voice so apparently we've hit upon something deep. If I could just make a movie about this character perhaps I’d find out what it is. Make a note of that.

The year was 1983. The month be May and I graduat'em from da Stony Brook college. My father wanted me to pay rent so I took a summer job at a rent-a-car service down the road. I stayed at that job for three miserable years. My one goal: Save up enough money to buy an 8- track studio. Within a year I had the cash. On my father's 51st birthday 5 /18/ 84, I purchased a Tascam 38™ / 8 track recorder and a Tascam M50™ mixing board. It was a nerve-racking decision. My parents were on vacation at the time and this felt like the perfect opportunity to see what it was like to spend six thousand dollars in one afternoon. I was scared. Maybe I should I buy a car or invest in some video shoehorn company? More importantly what will my folks say when they see I've taken my closet door off the hinges in order to fit all the equipment in my tiny bedroom? I know what to do! Let's take all the equipment and set it up in Nick's bedroom first. Yeah, that way I can slowly sneak it into my house and my folks won't suspect a thing, right? Not exactly. I told them about my big purchase as soon as they got back and surprisingly they were more annoyed at me for bringing my closet door up to the attic. Weird. Nick and I did initially set up the system at his house for a few days and with some help from his friend Paul Michael Barkan we were on our way. We quickly taught ourselves the basics of multi track recording / production, screamed "Look Out For The Cheese" numerous times and in a short while found ourselves getting paid to engineer. Our first gig was The Long Island Brass Guild. Later on it would be the influential songwriter Dan Robinson. The pay was minimal but the experience invaluable.

Through it all, there was one person in the background who was watching all our moves. He didn't say much. He would just blend into the background often holding a twisted piece of brass in his hands. Nick and I helped record his first tune. It was a complex ditty that had an acapella section, a trumpet solo section (that he played), an Arabian sort of ending and a killer opening line: "Oh, god what happened..." He would later write an instrumental called "Saving Grace" that would bring tears to my eyes. That person was none other than Nick's brother Gian; a super talented Gearhead Freak who has always been an encouraging force in my life. It is to him; Nick, Laura and Paul Michael Barkan that I dedicate my 8 track work to.

It is now time to put this period of my musical career into a neat little package and move on.
HERE I AM LETTING IT GO....AHHHHH YEAH....DEEP DARLINGS....OH I AND I BUT I AND
I ....OH I.......AHHHH....



John Tabacco 4 / 19 / 92.

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released September 22, 2014

JT : Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards, Bass, Drums, Programming, Recording and Mixing
Nick DiMauro : Trumpet on "Bogel In My Soup"
Chris Magri : Trombone, Guitar, Keyboard on "Chris Magri Meets The 8 Tascam 8 Track"
Recorded at Suburban Hermit Studios 1, Stony Brook, NY
Recorded on to a Tascam 38™, 8-Track reel to reel using DBX noise reduction
Mixed through a Tascam M50™ mixing board
Amplification : Mono Luxman Tube Amps
Playback speakers: Paisley, Yamaha NS10, JBL 4312
Mix down deck: Sony Cassette deck, Zenith 6 Head VHS deck,
Sony PCM 501 ES™ onto Beta Digital Tape
Computer : Atari™ - Program : Hybrid Arts™
FX : Yamaha Rev 7™, Ibanez™ Digital Delay Dm1000,
Symetrix™ 522, 2 Ch Compressor Expander
Microphone : Neumann™ U89
Keyboards : Mirage™, Yamaha™ PF70, Roland ™Juno 106, Casio™ CZ 5000,
Guitar : Washburn™ Electric, Fender™ Bass, Yamaha™ Acoustic
Drums : 1976 five piece Pearl™ fiber glass kit with three roto toms and three Zildjian™ cymbals including Hi Hat, Oberheim™ DX drum machine, Alesis™ drum machine


Mastered using the SA3 (RISC) Array in Bob Ball's basement in the winter of 1995.
Cover and CD design by Farben Fosfeen Artwerks

The parties most directly involved in the use of this Tascam 38 reel to reel tape machine as a means to realize musical compositions are:

John Tabacco
Nick DiMauro
Dan Robinson
Paul Michael Barkan
Laura Tabacco
Gian DiMauro
Jerry Volkerz

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John Tabacco Stony Brook, New York

John Tabacco is a composer, singer-songwriter, producer, recording engineer, and visual artist.

Like an unfolding musical diary / puzzle, Tabacco’s music and art are constantly being re-worked, juxtaposed and intertwined.

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