Boson Kabloona Waiting Around

by John Tabacco

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The music on this CD was recorded at 21 Walnut Avenue, in a home studio commonly known in this area (Stony Brook, NY) as Sonic Underground Studios. This collection is dedicated to anyone who truly wishes to pursue a career in music. Good friggin’ luck.

- JT 5/25/97

Of note:
This is CD 2 of a series of 4 CDs that were 80% written around the same time 1993 -1997. The other three CDs being : "It's Out There Feeding On Itself", "Go Figya", and "Tell Me Why, Then!"

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released September 21, 2014

All selections composed, engineered and mixed* by JT at Sonic Underground Studios 1994- 96
All titles published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC) * * = unless otherwise indicated.
Edited and SA3 mastering by Bob Ball and JT
CD design and graphics © 1995 by Farbeen Fosfeen Art Werks
Original cover photo by Ed Muller

Who did what on this collection? :

JT • Lead Vocals, Back ups, Guitar, Programming

Fool For Torture • Anthony Pomes = Solo guitar

Swingin’ From The Rafters • Donna Bach- Heitner = Harmonies and interjections

Roll Off Kabloona • Gian DiMauro = Drum programming, Production, Engineering and Mixing *, Marci Geller = Pillowy Bibillin’ Bird Back ups

5 Subject Notebook / 5 Subject Post lude • Jim Dexter = Guitars, Page turning , Harmony

Jahpettoe’s Stroonze Fingers • Marci Geller = Puppets!, Chris Calamino = Guitar

Too many garbage bags... • Excerpts from “Ape Talk”, an audio improv by 2 sweaty Italian guys in a vocal booth, = A. Pomes / JT

Take You Up In My Balloon • Gian DiMauro = Opera man, Jim Dexter & JT = Balloon conversationalists

Tortoise Failure / The Big Studio Decision • Jim Dexter = Guitarmanafold

Can’t Get Near You • Meryl Mathews = Basic keyboard, Solo, Background and outro vocal (Produced for Fuzzy Gray Logic Productions)

It’s In Your Brain • Teddy Kumpel = Guitar, “voxgitarr”, Meryl Mathews = Keyboard,
Marci Geller = Fantasy fem vox

Ride It • Gian DiMauro = Programming • Anthony Pomes = Unstoppable lead guitar,

J.E.L.L.O • Pat Adkins = Drums

Miracles Happen • Anthony Pomes = Balladeer guitars

Nassafrannies • JT and Nick DiMauro = Improvised dialog

D.L.T.M. • Nick DiMauro = Michael Brecker solo, Meryl Mathews = Laughing

Boson Spy Mop Diary • JT & Nick DiMauro = Private investigating at QVC in PA -1994 •
Anthony Pomes / JT = “Ape Talk” • Meryl Mathews = Rafters phone melody • Donna Zohar = Boson Talk
Background music = Pomp For Irreguloso The Clown & his 47 Narcoleptic Puppies © 1992 by John Tabacco
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC)

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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: How Much Longer?
JT : How much longer do you think we can hold out? (camera clicks)
Nick DiMauro : Long time before we get tired. (sniff)
JT : No. I mean like in the - in the business. The music business. I don't mean this...
ND : Aw, that?
JT : This is like we can hang out here for the entire day.
ND : How long can we hang out in the business?
JT : Yeah, I mean we're in the music business. I mean you know...
ND : I have no idea John. I don't know what I'm gonna do.
JT : How much longer I mean?
ND : I guess I'm just gonna keep doing it until something tells me to stop.
JT : I guess. Yeah.
ND : And I just decide I gotta quit. I can't take it anymore.
Track Name: I Can't Wait Any Longer
I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER

JT : Come over here. See this watch? (I can't wait...)
See the calendar behind me? (I can't wait...)
It doesn't mean anything anymore. (I can't wait...)
No. Really.

I used to be scared
I used to pray to god for saviors
Then you came along - baby
Claiming that you had the answers

I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER
I CAN'T BE ANY STRONGER
I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER
SO MANY TIMES I WANNA CRY 'CAUSE NOTHING'S CHANGED

I used to believe
I used to lose my trust to strangers
Then you came along - baby
Told me you would rid the dangers

I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER
I CAN'T BE ANY STRONGER
I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER
SO MANY TIMES I WANNA DIE AND START AGAIN

I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER
I CAN'T BE ANY STRONGER
I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER

I'd drink all the tea in china if i could find a balance for two
To quench this one desire: lift me up on to virgin soil with you

I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER
I CAN'T BE ANY STRONGER
I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER
SO MANY TIMES I WANNA CRY 'CAUSE NOTHING'S CHANGED
I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER
I CAN'T BE ANY STRONGER
I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER
Track Name: Don't Answer Me (I Don't Care)
DON’T ANSWER ME

JT : I just can't fight it anymore! I... I don't... I can't... I... Ice... I think...
So nice to see you in such tight shorts!

Every time a feel a good wave
Every time i feel a streak
A knuckle boy comes pounding on my pleasure parakeet
There ain’t no one to stop him now
And there ain’t no place to hide
If i do myself in do I get a second try?

DON’T ANSWER ME
DON’T ANSWER ME
DON’T ANSWER ME
I DON’T CARE!
ANSWER ME,
DON’T ANSWER ME, NOT NOW
DON’T ANSWER ME,
DON’T ANSWER ME,
DON’T ANSWER ME,
I DON’T CARE
I DON'T 'CAUSE I'M IN THE BATHROOM NOW!

Even though I see solutions
And i got some good friends
It’s not enough to get me ‘cross this mine field up ahead
No one returns my phone calls and they’re always out to lunch
When will I realize my life’s not working and I’ve had enough?

DON’T ANSWER ME
DON’T ANSWER ME
DON’T ANSWER ME
I DON’T CARE
ANSWER ME
DON’T ANSWER ME, NOT NOW
DON’T ANSWER ME,
DON’T ANSWER ME,
DON’T ANSWER ME, I DON’T CARE
I DON'T 'CAUSE I FEEL LIKE PUKING NOW!

God is busy playing jokes on indie telescopes
Throw in some flashy saucer ships for fun
Yea, it keeps the interest brewing but we never get the dope
Is it real or just a neon hat they ripped from the Pope?

DON’T ANSWER ME
DON’T ANSWER ME
DON’T ANSWER ME, I DON’T CARE
ANSWER ME,
DON’T ANSWER ME, NOT NOW
I DON’T CARE!
DON’T ANSWER ME
DON’T ANSWER ME
DON’T ANSWER ME, I DON’T CARE
I DON'T 'CAUSE I'M IN THE BATHROOM NOW!
I DON’T CARE!
DON’T ANSWER ME
DON'T CRY FOR ME
DON'T BLEED FOR ME
I DON’T CARE!
I DON'T 'CAUSE I FEEL SO SICK RIGHT NOW
I DON’T CARE!
DON'T PRAY FOR ME
DON'T BLEED FOR ME
DON'T WRITE TO ME
I DON’T CARE!

I DON’T CARE! 'CAUSE I FEEL LIKE SHIT
AND I DON'T REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO 'CAUSE I...
I DON’T CARE!
I DON’T CARE!
I HAVE NO MORE MONEY TO SPEND
Track Name: Welcome. There's Nowhere To Run
WELCOME. THERE’S NOWHERE TO RUN

There’s nowhere to run
I’m trying to find a place for cover
But there’s always a sun that shines it’s light on me
So everyone can see that I’m phony and crazy
I’m stupid and lazy
Yes indeed!

It seems so unfair
All this time I spent growin', now I ain’t goin’ nowhere

‘Cause it’s who you know my friend and if ya don’t then it’s the end
I swear!

Unless you’re lyin’ and cheatin’
Hey! It’s you’re only hope in defeatin’ society and it’s game
And I've seen it frame to frame
Another face without a name
The chances to escape the pain are about the same as anyone else's
A billion to one my friend

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

You know I’ve had this attitude from about the age of three
That’s when I came to realize no one’s lookin’ out for me
There were no sweet revelations to make this nausea blow away
The more I noticed where I was, the worse it got each day...
HELLO!

Where can you turn when the things you hold dearly have been shattered by the folks that you’ve learned to trust?
They don’t give a shit about you
The words you say
The work you do
Even though you have to put up with their stunts

And ya can’t feel sorry for yourself no, no
And ya can’t feel sorry for yourself
And ya can’t feel sorry for yourself no, no

It’s gonna be all right
Another lie to fight
It’s a way of life: AN ILLUSION!

You could be a regular drip
Drink your beer and sell the lip
Play the game the same way everyday
But sameness is borin'
Your ego is gnawing at the dudes up on the hill
At a drop of the hat they could have ya killed for speakin’ your mind

I SWEAR!
WHAT A WASTE OF TIMMMMMMMMMMMME - Ah
Track Name: Fool For Torture
FOOL FOR TORTURE

JT : Ah hah! Giggles and giggles and giggles and giggles in the gas chamber!

I GET THE URGE AND I SETTLE DOWN
I TAKE A DRINK AND I'M RIGHT WHERE I BELONG
BUT EVERY TIME YOU TRY TO SETTLE DOWN
THERE AIN'T NO SIGN OF WATER AND YOUR WELL'S DRY

'CAUSE YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE
PLAIN AS DAY CAN BE
MAKE NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
YEAH YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE
NOTHING I CAN DO
MAKE NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
WELL IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH

Ain't no lie. I swear!

I RECALL IN OUR YOUNGER PHASE
BIG MISTAKES THAT I SWORE I'D NEVER RELIVE
BUT YOU NEVER LEARNED TO FACE THE FACTS
THERE'S COBWEBS IN YOUR CLOSET AND OLD THE MONSTERS ON YA BACK

'CAUSE YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE
PLAIN AS DAY CAN BE
MAKE NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
YEAH YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE
NOTHING I CAN DO
MAKE NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
'CAUSE IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
WELL IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
YEAH YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE
PLAIN AS DAY CAN BE
MAKE NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
'CAUSE IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
WELL IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH

Ah you, you say you never need to hide behind a wall
You'll face the consequences "do or die"
But you never have the balls to tell me when I caused you pain
You laugh it off
And then expect for me to drag along
Drag along and watch you drown

'CAUSE YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE
PLAIN AS DAY CAN BE
MAKE NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
YEAH YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE
NOTHING I CAN DO
MAKE NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
'CAUSE IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
YEAH YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE BABY
A FOOL FOR TORTURE
WELL IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
I SWEAR!
SUCH A FOOL FOR TORTURE
SUCH A FOOL FOR TORTURE
YOU'RE A FOOL!
Track Name: Swinging From The Rafters
SWINGIN' FROM THE RAFTERS

JT : Ah Ha! Having too much fun!
Donna Bach : Ohhhh, There she's goes…
JT : I could do this all day.
DB : You do do this all day.

Look at all these people
Look at all these faces
Nothing much on my mind
I'm another creep with another pretty fool
Lookin' for a super special fine time

Dress me up and take me for a ride out on the town
(Wah! Ricky!)

Wear your big shoes - leave your bad news home
We're going the way of the wayward clowns

SWINGIN' FROM THE RAFTERS
RUBBERIZED IN FLIGHT
ANYTHING YOU'RE AFTER
IS YOURS WITH OUT A FIGHT

WITHOUT A FIGHT MY FRIENDS

Technicolor motion swirlin' in an ocean
A childhood of memories
Caught up in the middle
Figure out the riddle
A tiger singing Japanese?
(Jap, Japanese)

Dress me up and take me out to dance on the wire
(Watch your step)
Wear your top hat - lose the rift raff now
We're crusin' like a cannon ball on fire

SWINGIN' FROM THE RAFTERS
RUBBERIZED IN FLIGHT
ANYTHING YOU'RE AFTER IS YOURS WITH OUT A FIGHT
SWINGIN' FROM THE RAFTERS
CRYSTALLIZED IN FLIGHT...

DB : This is it you know. I'm falling….
JT : It's coming around again - what's that?

(solo)
DB : Is anyone patrolling the area? FIRE!

SWINGIN' FROM THE RAFTERS
RUBBERIZED IN FLIGHT
ANYTHING YOU'RE AFTER IS YOURS WITH OUT A FIGHT
SWINGIN' FROM THE RAFTERS
RUBBERIZED IN FLIGHT
ANYTHING YOU'RE AFTER IS YOURS WITH OUT A FIGHT

JT : 'Cause fightings out of style now.
DB : Good thing isn't it?
JT : Woo! Have a little love. Have a little wine.
DB : Oh yeah!
JT : There's nothing much on my mind!
DB : Place is burning up. What are you looking at? What are you looking at?
JT : Look at all these people. Good God, look at all these faces.
DB : Look at all these people.
JT : Swinging from the rafters.
DB : Walking through disasters.
JT : All the different races.
DB : All the different places.
JT : Look at all these people.
DB : Look at all these people.
JT : Just wanna have a good time.
DB : Just wanna have a WHAT!?
Track Name: Roll Off Kabloona
ROLL OFF KABLOONA

Roll off Kabloona ho - ho
Roll off Kabloona ho - ho

I have seen the big Kabloona
Strutting proudly with the thunder hipster parade
'Neath the skies of sister Luna
Where the laws are written fairly
Freshly “squozen” almost daily

Roll off Kabloona
Make us a randy creature
Rub on the noses like Eskimos
Roll off Kabloona
Lets live a double feature
Twice can be nice when the lights are low
Roll off Kabloona ho - ho
Roll off Kabloona ho - ho

By the sea : the Big Kabloona (SHE’S BIG)
Sending out a friendly signal, tracking the crown
‘Bout a week or maybe sooner
In the pocket - tons of answers
Solve the future
Scratch the cancer

Roll off Kabloona
Make us a randy creature
Rub on the noses like Eskimos
Roll off Kabloona
Lets live a double feature
Twice can be nice when the lights are low
Roll off Kabloona
Make us a randy creature
Rub on the noses like Eskimos

Roll off Kabloona
Roll off Kabloona

ROLL OFF KABLOONA
HEROGI WAS RIGHT
WE ALL NEED TO FIGHT FOR HER
ONE STROKE DIMENSIONS WILL NEVER GO FAR
LETS POP TOP THIS JAR
AND SEE OTHER SIGHTS...
ROLL OFF!

Gorgo Twain : Hey you over there! This ticket's free. All you gotta do is enjoy yourself. Yes, you get an existential shower cap eraser guaranteed if you're honest enough with your self.

Roll off Kabloona
Make us a randy creature
Rub on the noses like Eskimos
Roll off Kabloona
Lets live a double feature
Twice can be nice when the lights are low

Roll off Kabloona
Like a randy creature
Rub on the noses like Eskimos
Roll off Kabloona
Lets live a double feature
Twice can be nice when the lights are low

Roll off Kabloona ho - ho
Roll off Kabloona ho - ho
Roll off Kabloona ho - ho
Roll off Kabloona ho - ho

Gorgo Twain : Oh, fare thee well. Fare thee well Kabloona. Arrividerci.
No I didn't mean that. I mean Hi.

Gorgo Twain has gone Haywhyin
Gorgo Twain has gone Haywhyin
Gorgo Twain has gone Haywhyin
Gorgo Twain has gone Haywhyin

Gorgo Twain has gone ha-why-in...
Track Name: 5 Subject Notebook
5 SUBJECT NOTEBOOK

JD: Book pages sound too thick. We’re out of minds..
(yawn)

Sunday wake up find myself alone inside my bed
And right beside me a rusty pen and tablet by my head

Well 5 subject note book is all I need when my dreams are over load
5 subject note book for all to read
5 subject note book

Empty pages, waitin’ for the right words to call home
Maybe later after I get through these pizza bones

Well 5 subject note book is all I need when the inspiration cries
5subject note book can set me free
5 subject note book

180 sheets of love

I don't need no proof of Jesus walking on the pool
Don't need no change of seasons just my writing tools (just my writing...)

And 180 sheets of love
180 sheets of love
180 sheets

When there's no truth or fiction flowing through my veins
It's like a crucifixion on another plane

Sleep time Sunday just about to give up on ideas
But then like lightning the line that I've been looking for appears

Well, 5 subject note book is all I need when my thoughts are clear to see
5 subject note book eternally for you and me to read

180 sheets of love
I got 180 sheets of love
Love, love, love
180 sheets of love
180 sheets
180 sheets of love
Of love, love, love
180 sheets of love
Ohh of love
Sheets
180 sheets of love - right
Track Name: Jahpettoe's Stroonze Fingers
Margret Inthrax : What do you want?

MG : Puppets! Puppets! Where are my Puppets?! Puppets! Puppets! Puppets!
Track Name: Sad Twisted Ties
SAD TWISTED TIES

Poppy's got a tick inside her head
Her mamma always told her it was make believe
Most times though she'd pray that she was dead
But I can't recall why she feels this way
Some people never come clean

THESE SAD TWISTED TIES
IN THE SHED A DEMON COMES TO OUR DEFENSE
THESE SAD TWISTED VIBES
TAKE ON NEW MEANING WHEN THE ATMOSPHERE GETS DENSE

Tuesday was a solitary hit
(Only one customer per hamburger.)
Poppy tried to blame us for the accident
Poor kid, never stood a chance of this
'Cause we were together that innocent night
Taking a knife to her wrists

THESE SAD TWISTED TIES
IN THE SHED A DEMON COMES TO OUR DEFENSE
THESE SAD TWISTED VIBES
TAKE ON NEW MEANING WHEN THE ATMOSPHERE GETS DENSE

There must be somethin' in the water
There must be somethin' in the air
I think there's somethin' in the water
Could it be that sump over there?

Good old dear poppy and her dad
(Good ole' Dad Ahem..)
Officer Matesty used to tie us up
Forcing us to eat the bugs he had
(Now eat these…)
So we took a vow and a spike to his head
We won't hear him snoring this fall

OH, THESE SAD TWISTED TIES
IN THE SHED A DEMON COMES TO OUR DEFENSE
THESE SAD TWISTED VIBES
TAKE ON NEW MEANING WHEN THE ATMOSPHERE GETS DENSE
THESE SAD TWISTED TIES
IN THE SHED A DEMON COMES TO OUR DEFENSE
THESE SAD TWISTED VIBES
WHEN THE ATMOSPHERE GETS DENSE
Track Name: Too Many Garbage Bags
Anthony Pomes : Too many garbage bags.

JT : Garbage bags? I need sock. Like the sock in my mouth .
I should only crawl into a vacuum!

Anthony Pomes : And all of a sudden a deux ex machina occurred
and the two young typing boy figures were silenced by a vaporous god of abstract design and malevolent intent...
Track Name: Take You Up In My Balloon
TAKE YOU UP IN MY BALLOON

I wanna take you up in my balloon
I wanna take you up around the earth’s equator
Maybe write some lyrics for a tune
Anything but moping ‘round without a dollar
What the hell else is there to do?
I got no excuses to keep me grounded
Gravity is not the only rule
Hangin’ around always makes me nervous
Too many bugs sticking on the surface

I wanna take you up in my balloon
I wanna take you up to where the stars are brighter
This city tends to block the cosmic view
Too many scrapers and the air is filthy
What the hell are we suppose to do?
Wait by the phone for a muffin answer?
No one in particular to sue
Hangin’ around always makes me nauseous
Crossing the street every bone is cautious

Balloon opera man:
I wanna take you up in my balloon
I wanna take you up when you are near me
Fantasies are all around in bloom
Don’t you feel the same when you are near me?

JT:
I think this guy's a creep
I think he never sleeps
I think he can’t determine what’s real and from what’s inside his head....

JT pretending he's some dude from the movie "Putney Swope" says:

"I'm stacked up." "I'm gonna stay stacked up and I ain't com in' down for nobody."

I wanna take you up in my balloon
Yeah, I wanna take you up away from all this chaos
I don’t need to bend another spoon
And I can’t concentrate with all this 60 cycle hum the hell am I suppose to do?
Sit on my ass in a padded broom cell
I’d rather take a ride in my balloon
Where we can debate over sky blue water
Floating above like an ozone quarter

I wanna take you up in my balloon
JT : Ahh it's nice up here.

Out in the air we can scream and holler
I wanna take you up in my balloon
Out in the air we can scream and holler etc...

Jim Dexter : Clean, fresh, balloon filled air.

JT : No one around for miles.

JD : Nope. A few birds here and there.

JT : Couple of marshmallows hanging in the air.

JD : Yeah, some other kind of craft. I don't know what that is.
And then a… Hey, hey, what's that guy doing?

JT : Is that the a… I think that's the opera guy.

JD : It's the opera… Yeah, the balloon opera guy!

JT : What the hell is he doing here?

JD : I don't know. What do you want?

JD : I think he's...

JT : What's the deal?

JD: He's waving.

JT : What?

JD : Can't hear ya.

JT : Ya getting' a little close!

JD : Yup.

JT : We we're just having - just trying to have a conversation here man!

JD : Ahh man, he's out of his mind!

JT : Get that friggin' thing out of here would ya?
Track Name: Tortoise Failure / The Big Studio Decision 10/95
JT ( borrowing shamelessly from Mike Crum) : And in this corner we have...

The Priest : Who's idea was it to staple gum to the last page of this Bible?

JT : And in this corner we have...

The Priest : Who's idea was it to staple gum to the back end of this tortoise? PHILLUP!
Track Name: Can't Get Near You / It's In Your Brain / Ride It!
CAN’T GET NEAR YOU

Holding on to memories from a not so distant past
Sign away the bad ones
Well I can’t get near you
Thought about that Sunday when they laid you out to rest
Now I can’t get near you

Premonition central, yeah the day we said goodbye
Tried to best ignore them
Now I can’t get near you
Patching up the broken holes, the ones we tried to hide
Now I can’t get near you
I reach for your chain
But I can't feel you
I can't even place my name

Once upon a time when we were less than strangers
Nothing in this world could separate our souls
Once upon a time our love was full of danger
Stumbled into darkness now we’ve lost control

Trash the older future for a new and hipper cast
Sailing down the runway
Well I could not read you
Cleaning up the sutures (friggin' wreckage from the blast)
Now I can’t get near you
All contact is lost
I can’t get near you
I’m dizzy from talkin’
And our love keeps slippin’ deeper into a void
I can’t hear you
I’m drowning in all this noise

Once upon a time when we were less than strangers
Nothing in this world could separate our souls
Once upon a time our love was full of danger
Stumbled into darkness now we’ve lost control
Track Name: J.E.L.L.O
J.E.L.L.O (Juxtapose Entropy-Life-Love-Obsolescence)

J.E.L.L.O
reminds me of those evil guys
J.E.L.L.O
like when they kick me in the fly
J.E.L.L.O
reminds me there’s no place to hide
J.E.L.L.O
is daddy spitting in my fries

J.E.L.L.O
is suicide without relief
J.E.L.L.O
is xmas door without a wreath
J.E.L.L.O
i swear i’m losing all my teeth
J.E.L.L.O
the sky is falling from beneath

good-bye frog
good-bye frog
dog eat dog
time to change this channel and explode!

J.E.L.L.O
is shaking hands without the greet
J.E.L.L.O
means fungus party on my feet
J.E.L.L.O
is why I always wet the sheets
J.E.L.L.O
is why my life is incomplete

J.E.L.L.O
means no more water left to drink
J.E.L.L.O
means hangin’ out with time to think
J.E.L.L.O
means feeling like the weakest link
J.E.L.L.O
is when my crotch begins to stink

good-bye hope
good-bye hope
yes means nope
time to change this channel and explode!
time to change this channel
Track Name: Fancy Bluff Kabloona
Spanish!
Track Name: Miracles Happen
MIRACLES HAPPEN

It’s so strange - so involved,
It’s beyond the scope of many
So divine - so evolved
It is more than good and plenty
It doesn’t even have a name
And it’s not for sale
But miracles happen and they could happen anytime
Miracles happen
When you are faced with troubled times
When your will to live is hanging by a
(thread)

Babies haven’t got the slightest clue of fear
Unless they take a beating on the side
And I was once a happy traveler in this hemisphere
I lost that trusting feeling
I lost it down the line
But miracles happen
And they could happen anytime
Miracles happen just when the odds at stake seem overwhelming to you

Well this heart’s an open heart if you take the time to cry
And this heart is an open door that can welcome in surprise
You might not understand this but I hope some day you’ll see

So that’s it
I am done
I have said what I have found out
It’s been real
It’s been fun
Now this song is ending
It’s almost over but...
Miracles happen and they could happen anytime
Miracles happen
Just when the options are the hardest things to see
Track Name: 5 Subject Postlude
Book pages sound too thick! We're out of our minds.
Track Name: Boson Spy Mop Diary
JT : Times up. Sorry you didn't guess the hidden word tonight was "pickles". Pickles. As in pickles the cat, pickles the dog…

Game contestant : There's baby pickles. There's baby dill pickles. There's um, you find them in a jar. There's garlic. No garlic. With garlic. Without garlic. Um, what about pickles. You put 'em on a sandwich. You put 'em on the side of a plate. Um, you eat them. Their food. Their good. They're um, they're in a juice. They're in a bottle. They're green. Um, they have a stem on them. They, they have seeds in them. Oh my goodness what else about pickles. Um, there's dill pickles. Big pickles.
(Buzzer goes off)

JT : After fifteen years, this is what you're doing. Looking out a window here in Philadelphia somewhere. This is really boring. Just waiting around. Waiting around.
Waiting around. Waiting around. And my back is hurting me. Which is a rare event but it's true. And I don't know what it is. Could be something really, really, really, really, really, really, really, bad. Or it could just be a spasm or something that I can get rid of pretty soon. Yes sir - yes.

Nick DiMauro : (laughs) What are you saying?
JT : I'm just talking to myself in unison while I'm playing drums.
ND : Ha ha ha ha ha…
JT : That's how bored I am. I have to play and talk at the same time because I'm really, really, really really, fuckin' bored, fuckin' bored, fuckin' bored… Ahhh, I gotta get some water.
ND : Ha ha..
JT : "Cause I …
ND : (laughs)
JT : Heh, 'cause the other water here is making me really, really, really, sick. It must have a lot of chlorine or something.
ND : (coughs)
JT : It's something. Something in it's making me sick. Something making me sick. Is that the phone. Is that us?
ND : No.
JT : No.
ND : You wish.

JT / ND singing : Botso. The magical Botso. The magical Botso. Botso, Botso, Botso, Botso.
(Bots bots bots bots)
BOTSO!
(Bots bots bots bots)

JT : He's a winner. He's a winner.
ND : He's a loser.
JT : He's got a big crane…
ND : Crane!
JT : (laughs) He can..
ND : He has a big crane.
JT : Crane...
ND : He can lift things.
JT : And a condom...
ND : And a cup..
JT : for every little boy and girl. And a condom for every little boy and girl.
Condoms, condoms, condoms, condoms, condoms, condoms, condoms, condoms, BOTSO!

(A distorted bit of Gian DiMauro screaming from the piece 27b Stroke 6 is heard through a little boom box)

Nick on walkie-talkie : What the hell are you doing?
JT : Hello? (laughs)
ND : Hello?
JT : What was that sound?
ND : You didn't do that?
JT : That screaming was unbelievable. Like a big expolsion happened out here.
ND : Are you making it up?
JT : No, I swear to God the whole sky is yellow!
ND : Bullshit.
JT : Take a look outside!
ND : I can't. I'm in the bathroom.

JT : Let's just go through the radio here for a second, see what we have here. (radio noise)
This is the same thing as anything you find on a UHF channel.
Radio announcer : This Thursday, David Broser with Karen…
JT : A guy's voice. Just like any other guy's voice.

KB : Yo' KG I hope you - Yo' yo' we, we talk. We conversate. Ya be like yo' I hope… Yo' I know...
KG : Alright…
KB : I got an "L" or something'. Man, like we're bugging'. You be just laughing' together man...
KG : Allright… Allright...Allright...
KB : C'mon man!
KG : Ho. ho,ho, ho, ho…
KB : Don't read it man! Do it from your head.
KG : Allright… Allright...Allright...Allright...
KB : Experience it. You know what I'm saying'? Straight up!

WBAB female DJ : And also tonight's home grown band we heard "Earshot". Earful of good tunes. We heard "Baby's Chief Distraction". And guitarist Anthony Pomes from Earshot will be playing with the Jay Allen Band at the Roxy, in Huntington on August third, so you can go on down and check 'em out.

Anthony Pomes (in the Sonic Underground vocal booth) : Ya, let me, let me ask you something.
JT : I miss those.
AP : Yeah, yeah, it's tough.
JT : There's a lot of things I miss.
AP : I miss a…
JT : I find I'm missing more things the older I get. I just keep misplacing my, my shoe.
AP : Yeah.
JT : My underwear…
AP : I only have one pair of shoe and I imagine the other one.
JT : Yeah. Well it works!
AP : And that's how I get through my day. Because…
JT : Ya just flop around (slaps hand)
AP : Right. Have you ever seen the people who have lost their imagination in this world they always seem to walk with a limp.
I think it's because…
JT : I think they forgot...
AP : They think we're an ape.
JT : Yeah, they're really forgetting they're step. They're not in step with reality. I think that's what it was.
AP : (laughs) Did ya, did ya ever see, did you ever see an old person smack an ape in the head with a mop?
JT : I saw that actually once. I saw that on the learning channel.
AP : Yeah… (gasping) They said…
JT : How to protect your young one from a mop and an ape.
AP : (laughing) They said this is how to throttle an ape with a mop!
JT : You wanna throttle an ape? Use this mop.
AP : And when they hit it...
JT : Mahogany mop!
AP : And the ape… it was cool because the ape sat so silently and every time you hit it all you hear from the ape : Ummp!
JT : That's right.
AP : Ummp!
JT : Bastards!
AP : Ummp!
JT : How dare they?
AP : Apes are very cool.

JT : (recording Meryl Mathews over the phone) : Ok, why don't you just do a little test here? Do something.
MM : Presenting her idea for the melody of "Swinging From The Rafters".
JT : Alright. I got it. I got it. It was a good live idea for a tune.

Donna Zohar : Because they're bosons, they're just drawn to each other. So they arrive in sticky little clusters because they pull each other into relationship as they transverse the distance across the room. Now this photon bunching as physicists call it is the first step toward the kind of higher order and unity that you'll find in Bose–Einstein condensate which are they most ordered and unified structures in the universe. Bose–Einstein condensate are the vacuum and they are, many of us argue, the basis for human consciousness in the brain.

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