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by John Tabacco

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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.

credits

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 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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Track Name: Bogle In My Soup
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."
Track Name: This I Need To Know
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.
Track Name: The Eyes Of Mars
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
Track Name: I'll Plant The Bug
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...
Track Name: Sinday
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!
Track Name: Pog And The Girls From The Crippled Spider
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!
Track Name: We Believe It So Well
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
Track Name: Nice Life, Nice Life
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!
Track Name: 3 Boys (Related To An Aging Tycoon)
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
Track Name: Wash The Blood With The Rain
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
Track Name: Mr. Daddio
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!
Track Name: Bulbs Blow Out
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
Track Name: Scarepuck City
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
Track Name: You May End Up In Wyandanch
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!
Track Name: Take Me Back To The Lodgings
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
Track Name: Move!
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!
Track Name: Looks #1 (Genteel version)
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
Track Name: It Had A Snorkle Mug
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
Track Name: Mr. Roadmeat
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
Track Name: Page
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
Track Name: Wake Up My Friend
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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