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Everything Is Everywhere

by John Tabacco

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Everything is Everywhere I do not know what I do not know and thus I have my doubts that I know anything at all As if that wasn’t hard enough to comprehend I’ve had this thought floating in and out my head since I remember as youngster in my bed Dreaming of the day that I might make some sense of it all Seems like the past and present and future’s one - so what is happening? Everything is everywhere ‘cause time and space entwine Everything is everywhere when we live between the lines There is nowhere now -‘cause now is already gone Just like a dream I had in my baby’s crib - I saw myself dribbling as an old man with a bib Then a bell rang and I found myself back in school The teacher smiled looked into my timex eyes and without a word she said Everything is everywhere ‘cause time and space entwine Everything is everywhere it’s all a state of mind There is nowhere now - ‘cause now is already gone Everything is everywhere ‘cause time and space entwine Everything is everywhere and that’s the bottom line Everything is everywhere ‘cause time and space entwine Everything is everywhere when we live between the lines Time is all time now - It depends on when you want to be…
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There’s a new kind of love One that calls your name when nobody’s there A new kind of love A love that thrives upon our empty affairs It doesn’t ask for our acceptance It doesn’t care about our needs It only wants what we can’t give it It gets nourished every time that it bleeds There’s a new kind of love A love that doesn’t need defining A new kind of love Outgoing bound and devoid of shining A new kind of love Like a book without the binding There’s a new kind of love One that touches where there are no feelings A new kind of love A love that shies away from spiritual dealings Where blessings start to ravel as the heat is turned up high Melting with the gravel made of hatred by design The short stack in the garden of delights between it’s thighs Is more than we can handle when it’s stick shift goes in drive There’s a new kind of love A love that doesn’t need defining A new kind of love Outgoing bound and devoid of shining A new kind of love Not like the kind you find in your dreams Some punk with a shot gun is on the ceiling Some punk with a shot gun will do the healing Some punk with a shot gun is on the ceiling Some punk with a shot gun will do the healing For this new kind of love Like a book without the binding A new kind of love One that laughs when it hurts, when it’s dying There’s a new kind of love One that doesn't need no justifying A new kind of love One that laughs when it hurts, when it’s dying
3.
STAR-BIRD FULL OF LIGHT Sometimes I feel that I‘ve been pushed pass my limit I can barely sing a song without crying And I’m surely in it Sometimes I complain I’m just an old man in this world Irrelevant on everything I do Though I keep warm in my heart the reasons why I haven’t part From this avenue Life still has meaning I’m a star-man full of light Don’t wanna rust wanna try a new bus I’m a star-bird still in flight Make no mistake I am more than awake I’m a star-bird full of light The sleek and eloquent design provides the perfect cover From the bitch and babble gushing from my mind The outcome like no other The shadow begs to see me tumble aimlessly abroad Mixing perfect chaos magic with my soul But beyond the mountain top my love is never far apart from the avenue Where life still has meaning… I’m a star-bird full of light Don’t wanna rust wanna try a new bus I’m a star-bird still in flight Make no mistake I am more than awake I’m a star-bird full of light My ego needs all the attention it can find It is lonely - floating in space with my mental and moral decline Perhaps it’s time to grow a new face Every morning I wake I wonder if I’m crazy Doncha think I would know by now? I have a vision but the vision is hazy I’m just trying to figure out how I can break down these walls And move on to greener pastures - again! I’m a star-bird full of light Don’t wanna rust wanna try a new bus I’m a star-bird still in flight Make no mistake I am more than awake I’m a star-bird full of light I’m a star-bird full of light Don’t wanna rust wanna try a new bus I’m a star-bird still in flight Make no mistake I am more than awake I’m a star-bird full of light
4.
NOT A LOT HAS CHANGED You used to speak in tongues - it drove me crazy Just to piss my parents off on - Easter Sunday You use to steal my cards - ran up a big bill Played rough and beat the odds without a refill Not a lot has changed Not a lot has changed No… You put the roam in romance - left me on my own Then you want a second chance - crying’ how you miss this home The psycho ways you blow - still keep me reeling Riddled with a code that’s got me feeling Not a lot has changed Not a lot has changed No… Not a lot has changed No… But I can’t seem to turn my back and leave you in the dust I give you all my love That’s not enough You took from me my trust - what a fool I was Could be a past life buzz A payback baby Not a lot has changed No… Not a lot has changed No…
5.
Girl 02:19
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BABY SAYS SHE'S CRYING Baby says she’s crying And she don’t know what to do Baby says she’s crying And she’s crying all over you You don’t know what to tell her tonight You can barely speak a word Her lies her soothing - they be wrapped so tight It’s a wonder that you ever got through in the first place Baby says she’s dying And she don’t know what to do Baby says she’s dying You can see her face is blue But you won’t call the EMT Something clicked inside your brain You’re convinced she’s better off in the netherworld That’s the only solution to be free again But the secrets that you told her once Were passed off to her friend Who’s gonna spill all your dirty secrets And make you pay again You don’t know what to tell her tonight You can barely speak a word Her lies her soothing - they be wrapped so tight It’s a wonder that you ever got through in the first place Baby says she’s crying And she's re-lying on you Baby says she’s dying And she's dying all over you
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YOU LAZY DEMON I’m so lazy I am lazy and stinking’ up home Lazin’ in my bedroom - watching porn and eating some scones Yes I know that time’s a wasting I can feel it Those little gremlins prod my mind I hear’em sing: You lazy demon Have you no shame You lazy Demon Champion of the lame You lazy demon Why doncha get up and cause some others some pain I’m still lazy My ambitions just stuck in a funk Sweet talking angels feeding me visions arousing my junk I used to be so nasty and inspired Brought on the misery that gave you all a reason to fight I lost my edge - I’m at a stand still Has something to do with the light But I still hear those gremlins singing: Yeah their singing to me: You lazy demon Have you no shame You lazy Demon Champion of the lame You lazy demon Why doncha get up and cause some others some pain
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THE CONSTANT FIGHT I don’t believe a single word you say You’re trying to get the best of me to sway To your agenda that just benefits you and your cronies too So it’s no surprise to find your greedy hands Inside the pockets of my gullible friends They have a good heart but are fooled by your smooth charm There’s my door - please leave my space now Best of luck - don’t have a cow now Some of us have better things to do You go your way - I’ll go mine Don’t let the door hit your behind Goodbye It’s common knowledge that opposing views Attract attention of the media news Who twist the facts to keep us all confused and at our throats Feeding off the negative vibes that we are happy to supply It’s an animal farm that reincarnates itself So you go your way - I’ll go mine But this is how those creatures dine - divide and conquer You go your way - I’ll go mine - Let’s hope not till the end of time OK?
9.
Figaro 02:59
FIGARO I’m an entity Living in a factory Passive as a manatee Choking on my apathy I’m an entity Floating in a fantasy Feeling like a fallacy Leaking like a battery Sometimes you get funny feelings That face in the mirror Is looking at you ooh ooh Something strangely appealing Up there on the ceiling I’m talking to you ooh ooh Ooh ooh Get on your mark Get set and go Don't wait around Pip Pip Pip Tallyho Get on the stick Make it quick Figaro It's a travesty Pity the humanity Peddling my pedigree Feeling like a wannabe So much vanity Sanctified insanity Spirit and anatomy Sinking into entropy All you high-flying bitches You've got me in stitches I'm talking to you ooh ooh You're so damned meretricious But oh so delicious Am I getting through ooh ooh Ooh ooh Get on your mark Get set and go Don't wait around Pip pip pip tallyho Get on the stick Make it quick Figaro
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She Got Old 02:52
SHE GOT OLD She got older by the minute She’s not the child she used to be She’s tells me “Johnny when once a virgin I could see the forest from the trees” But now she sits in her bed so lonely Looks out a window all cracked and stained I think it’s time to die (I hear her say) Maybe die tonight (but first could you make me some coffee) She breaks apart a piece of chocolate Stare at a calendar with pictures of dogs Turns on the TV but mutes the volume Calls out for help ‘ cause the sound isn’t on Turns it off when she hears the phone ring Picks it up - it’s her daughter on the line Asks the same old tired questions And says these words all over again… I think it’s time to die (I hear her say) Maybe die tonight (but first could you make me some coffee)
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THIS IS A NEW PLACE This is a new place A place where I can sing and make up songs This is a new place One where I can write and record It's the same place I've been for years 'Cept this time it's "here" downstairs And really nothin' has changed but my location So there! A variation on every possible line The separation is only just a state of mind It spirals 'round and 'round it flows AND SO IT GOES So there! It's the same place I've been for years 'Cept this time it's "here" downstairs And really nothin' has changed but my location So there!
12.
EVERYTHING IS ON IT'S WAY Everything is on its way somewhere in space Everything is on its way somewhere in space And all the answers that you seek will someday be revealed 'Cause everything is on it's way Of this I believe is sealed This fight that we take to heart may not pull all its punches Knock you out for the count - leave you in crutches But the mind sorts out the adversity what your heart will not swallow Your eyes will open up to see the logic that follows…. ‘Cause Everything is on its way somewhere in space Everything is on its way somewhere in space And all the answers that you seek will someday be revealed 'Cause everything is on it's way Of this I believe is sealed
13.
Tachymeter Bezel was a beloved 90 year old figure at the pawn shop, where he managed the time piece section. His kind and helpful demeanor made him a favorite among customers. However, there was one question that had haunted him for years: Should a blind person wear a waterproof watch while taking a bath? One day, Bezel's thoughts were interrupted when a blind customer approached him, asking about waterproof watches. Bezel was momentarily taken aback, unsure of how to respond. He had never encounter a visually impaired person. Instinctively, he gently placed the selection of waterproof timepieces on the counter and guided the customer's hands over each one. As the customer felt each watch, Bezel pondered the question more deeply. Was it a matter of personal preference or practical necessity? Did the customer need to keep track of time while bathing, or was it simply a convenience? Bezel's thoughts drifted, and he found himself pondering the very nature of free will. Was his mind truly his own, or was he being controlled by some higher force that made him re-think this question for decades? Before he could delve deeper into these thoughts, the blind customer interrupted. "I'll buy this one," he said, selecting a sleek waterproof watch with a tactile dial that he could easily feel and use while bathing. Bezel hesitated for a moment, then apologized and informed the customer that the watch was already sold. The buyer would be back later that night to pick it up. Strange. Bezel was never one to tell a lie but there it was. The blind man sighed and pleaded with Bezel to reconsider, but to no avail. Bezel felt a twinge of guilt, but he couldn't explain why. The customer having given up all hope, made an about face with his seeing eye dog and slowly left the shop accidentally knocking over a pair of drum sticks balanced on an old snare drum. As the day went on, Bezel found himself unable to shake the feeling that he had revealed a darker, suppressed indifference towards the needs and concerns of others. His mind raced with thoughts and questions, but he was abruptly interrupted by the onset of a fatal heart attack. As he clutched his chest, he muttered to himself, "I guess only time will tell," before succumbing to the inevitable. In the end, Bezel's legacy lived on in the memories of those he had helped over the years. But the question that had plagued him for so long remained unanswered. Should a blind person wear a waterproof watch while taking a bath? The answer, it seemed, would forever remain a mystery.

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This collection has nothing to do with anything in particular. It can fit anywhere in my catalog. 50% of the songs were written and produced at Suburban Hermit III Studios in Ronkonkoma, NY. The actual studio was previously run by musician Chris Pati and it was called Modern Voices. Since my sister and I sold my mother's Stony Brook home in September of 2022 It was obvious I needed a place to continue my musical musings and business. As fate would have it Chris was looking to rent his downstairs studio apartment in his house. It just so happened to have an actual recording studio already in it. How convenient. Yes? So this was a no brainer. My sister Laura and I cleaned up the basement and I made it into a cozy place that maintained the best of where I had previously lived. Almost immediately as I set up shop Tom Gould of the "Bossa Nova Beatniks" asked me to mix his latest record and of course my continued association with Sweden's most prolific composer, Hans Annellsson kept me busy. In fact, a few songs contained herein were co-written with Hans in and around 2022-2023. More Vegetarian continuity for those of you piecing this musical puzzle together.
So here it is 2023 and somehow musical life goes on without a glitch. In tandem as usual I was working on the CD "Initial Ideas From Cassettes, Resurrected" and the montage CD "Consume The Position". So if you notice any continuity between them it is not a coincidence.

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released April 1, 2023

JT : Vocals, Guitars, Drums, Keyboards, Engineering and Mixing.
Cover © 1991 by Farben Fosfeen Artwerks
Hans Annellsson : Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards on "Everything Is Everywhere" and "A New Kind Of Love".

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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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