It's Out There Feeding On Itself

by John Tabacco

supported by
/
1.
2.
3.
08:24
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
15.
16.
17.
18.

about

98% of the pieces in this collection were recorded and mixed sometime between 1993 - 1995 at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY

This CD is dedicated to the late composer Frank Zappa who altered the course of my life.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPDFUHCH8Do&index=30&list=UUq7UDOqXdL6_Zzd6OsmXXYg

credits

released September 21, 2014

Those who have contributed considerably to this project are as follows:

JT : Most vocal stuff, keys, drum programming, occasional wimpy guitar, produce, all stages of veggineering

Gian DiMauro : Vocal, programming and production on "The Weight Of Nature" excerpt,
Programming on "Relax, Breathe Deep and Hold" and "The All American Tortoise Burger Tango"
Invaluable screaming and suffering on "Smokey Lee Webster Wrestles “Wid” It!"

Nick DiMauro : Various voices and conversations with JT found on "N & J Preamble", Weightabit and "27 b Stroke 6"
Lead vocal, programming, mixing and co- production on Oh Willy Oh Why
Recitiation on "Corny Muzak Train Of Doom" and "It’s Out There (-)"
Lead Vocal on "Everybody Wants To..."

Marci Geller : Pillowy, Bibblin’ Bird Back Up Vocals on "Weightabit"
Lead vocal on "Another Lonely Dancer" (Please note : Marci does not advocate or smoke cigarettes, cigars etc...)

Gerry Palisi : Electric “Willy” synchotic guitar on "27 b Stroke 6" and all electric guitars on "Oh Willy Oh Why?"

Dave Siegel : Lead vocal and various keyboard programming on "I Don’t Know What I’m Doin’ Babe"

Jim Dexter : Alien Guitar contortions on "Smokey Lee Webster Wrestles “Wid” It!"

Anthony Pomes : Xeno-maniac guitar on "An Act Of Violence?"

Stan Delman : Flailing Amex Pen Parker Saxiness on "The All American Tortoise Burger Tango"

J. (cp & suttle slips) Siebert : Sophisticated groans & psychotic laughter on "A Page In Pog’s 5 Subject Notebook" / "The All American Tortoise Burger Tango"

Patricia Amendolia : Ultra soothing “New Age” vox and dental assistant on "Relax, Breathe Deep and Hold"

27 b Stroke 6 features conversations from the 1986 road trip recording Across The USA In A Small Red Suburu™
Participants = Nick DiMauro, John & Laura Tabacco
Also heard on "27 b stroke 6" = Todd “open up your mind” Reynolds and Mr. “WE IZ” 60’s

Mixing console : Amek TAC Scorpion with a Rotel Amplifier
Playback : Yamaha NS10, JBL 4321
Mixdown : Panasonic DAT SV3700
Recording program ; Opcode Studio Vision version 2.0

Bob Ball : Sound Archeology™ (SA3) Re-Mastering, Editing suggestions and Belief
Ann Ball : Attorney expertise and generous food preparations
Donna Manvich, M.A. : Expedient Copyright Clearance
Sirka Wolvek Pfister Louca : JT in the lamp photo
CD design and art © 1995 by Farben Fosfeen Art Werks

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

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.

For more info : www.johntabacco.net
... more

contact / help

Contact John Tabacco

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

Track Name: N & J Preamble
Last chord of "Start Living Life Again" sneaks up on us backwards throwing us into this rather dystopian future...

JT : Well, this is what I want to do apparently right now.

ND : Right.

JT : Right now I wanted to just see how much, how long, how much, how much can I...

ND : Torture.

JT ...take. How much could I take? "Cause this way the benefits of a good thing will really, really be felt.

ND : (hiss giggling)

JT : I'll be saying, "Man now I'm - boy all that torturing...

ND : (burps)

JT : ...that we went through and stuff, now I feel so great.
I'm glad we went through it because, it would have been over so quick.
It would have been a fleeting moment of ecstasy and greatness.
Instead we have to be tortured for many years. And then...

JT (Imitating Mike Crum) : And then, they make you say what you gonna do.

ND : I have to go to the bathroom.

JT : Alright.
Track Name: I'll Sell You A Lie
I'LL SELL YOU A LIE

Sisters paint your face 'cause that's what girls do
And brothers shave ya face and don't cry
There ain't no face on Mars if nasa says so
And god created us in his image, oh...

I'LL SELL YOU A LIE
I'LL SELL YOU A LIE YOU'D BELIEVE
I'LL SELL YOU A LIE
YEAH BABY I'VE GOT A BRIDGE FOR SALE

Take another bite of what you're eating
If the FDA gets paid then it's alright
Follow Mrs. Manners to make you perfect
And pacify your kids with prime time TV - oh...

I'LL SELL YOU A LIE
I'LL SELL YOU A LIE YOU'D BELIEVE
I'LL SELL YOU A LIE
I'LL SELL YOU A LIE
YEAH BABY I'VE GOT A BRIDGE FOR SALE

Everywhere I go I'm bound to choke on some
Billboard joke plastered next to me
Many sacred things that once had meaning
Stand for something shallow which i don't agree
What a crime...
I'm livin' in one of those ice cubes painted in a magazine
I'm part of the machine

I'LL SELL YOU A LIE
I'LL SELL YOU A LIE YOU'D BELIEVE
I'LL SELL YOU A LIE
I'LL SELL YOU A LIE
YEAH BABY I'VE GOT A BRIDGE FOR SALE

Nothin' but the sun can make me doubtless
Nothin' but my mind can keep me cool
Hope I never lose this truth i'm feeling
Even when I'm faced
Even when I'm faced with unwritten rules
All I want is the truth
Just gimmie some truth
All I want is the truth

No, I don't think we're ever gonna make it to the place
To the place that pumps the gasoline
No, I don't think we're ever gonna make it to the place
To the place that pumps the gasoline
Track Name: 27b Stroke 6
Todd Reynolds : Open up your mind! Best done with a hammer!

JT / ND : Little Brown Jug, Little Brown Jug, Little Brown Jug, Little Brown Jug. Little Brown Jug. LITTLE BROWN-EHEHEHEHE!

BASIC BE-BOP THEME

The Priest : Hello, it's the Priest, and more of my new concepts in animal design. Number 14 : Feed nothing but bread to chickens and they'll shit French toast. Goodnight and shut up!

BASIC THEME (VARIATION 1) AND NEW IDEA # 1

JT : Lets have a DNA roast!
ND : Lets have a DNA look-a-like contest!

BASIC THEME (VARIATION 1) AND NEW IDEA #2

Small JT : Excuse me. Does this cake have any safety features?
Small ND : Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

NEW IDEA # 1

The Priest : Quick Phillup give me the camera. I wanna take a picture of this woman's malignant tumor.

NEW IDEA #3

The Pirest : Shut up!

NEW FAST IDEA #4

ND : Oh. but does it smell different?
JT : Ohhhhh!

BASIC THEME (VARIATION 1) AND IIDEA # 1

Smokey Lee Webster wrestling wid "IT" : Narrump! Fraaa! Awrrrgh! Errrough! Ack!

NEW FAST IDEA #4

WE IZ member 60's : Shit. Oh, umm. Ok. Back, back, back, ma hum.

SHORT NEW IDEA #4

The Priest : Put your flies back in the pocket until after the program!

CHICKEN PECKING IDEA

Younger Priest : God gave it to man. That's all! That's all you have to know. Stop asking questions!
Phillup : Erving!
ND : God gave it to man, ya fat pig! Now just accept it.

Smokey Lee Webster wrestling wid "IT" : Love it! Limp. Ahhhh erough, rowe,rowe,rowe,rowe, rowe Ack! AHHHHHHHH!

NEW IDEA # 5

"Oh Willy, Oh Why" guitar soloing juxtaposed over a live setting sort of emulating a Frank Zappa concert.
Gerry Palisi : Guitar

BASIC MELODY VARIATION GOING OFF INTO A TRITONE VAMP

JT : Something's in the trunk and it's bubbling.
ND / Laura Tabacco : (giggling)

OPENING THEME

Small JT : Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa...
Six grader in a frog suit!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa...
Six grader in a frog suit!
Cha!
Feel my pulse.
Six grader in a frog suit!
YES!
Track Name: Fagen / Sanborn Observations
ND : Apparently saxophone is out of style anyway I mean, when Fagen starts sampling the sax...
JT : Yeah, really...
ND : And playing that as the solo...
JT : Well...
ND : Instead of an actual sax...
JT : Then we have another...
ND : Then...
JT : The another era...
ND : We're in another league
JT : Another era of things. Unless ya gonna be David Sanborn.
Bad imitation of David Sanborn riff : Bip ba... Bip bah (laughs)
ND : Yeah.
JT : bab bip bah bah bip!
ND / JT : Bah ba banka bip
JT : (laughs) David Sanborn ladies and gentlemen. Bip bah Bip!
ND : (laughs) That's our, that's our own imitation. We have a very fine line of David Sanborn rip offs.
JT : Yes.
Track Name: It Could Only Happen To Me
IT COULD ONLY HAPPEN TO ME

Got a cemented bed
Got a plate in my head
I got a room with x-ray eyes
Got a drug pushin’ crew
Got a horse made of glue
And I got a laugh that suffers and cries
Well it could only happen - happen to me
It could only happen - happen to me
Got a vinyl knit suit
Got a violated root
I got some clamps that fit me tight
Got a shut up request
Got a dummy up test
I got some food I can’t even describe!

When the flash light dies and the sheets get dry
Mother Mary doesn’t look the same
There’s a big black chair I remember well
And the way I used to scream your name
So what if I should choke to death on frozen cherries?
I own the plot next to the love I buried there!
Yeah it could only happen to me - well it could only happen...

(A David Sanborn rip off plays here while the singer tries to cough up a cherry)

Yeah, it could only happen - happen to me
Well, it could only happen - happen to me
It could only happen etc...
Track Name: Mama Used To Whisper In My Ear
MAMA USED TO WHISPER IN MY EAR

The news comes fast
It's hard to settle down
Messages and signals keep you tumbling around
So much for the dead lines and the fun between your hands
Someone's life has ended and it's time to change your plans

Oh don't be sorry - Oh don't be sad - Oh not to worry
Mamma used to whisper in my ear:
“See it through and over come your fear”

The news comes fast
It interrupts us all
It keeps the flow from flowing when we finally grab the ball
Can't keep happy endings
Happy endings never last
Just when you had it figured out it messes up yo' ass

Oh don't be sorry
Oh don't be sad
Oh not to worry
Mama used to whisper in my ear
“See it through and over come your fear”
“Trust the inner voices that you hear”
“Peace be called a river when your dying day is near!”

( Rivibra solo flows here... )

Oh don't be sorry
Oh don't be sad
Oh not to worry
Mama used to whisper in my ear
“See it through and over come your fear”
“Trust the inner voices that you hear”
“Peace be called a river when your dying day, your dying day is near!”
Track Name: It's Him, It's Him, It's Him!
IT'S HIM, IT'S HIM, IT'S HIM !!!

It's him - It's him
He's out of his mind
He's not making sense and he makes the dog cry
Well it's him - it's him - he won't tell us why
He's keeping us up and our phone lines are tied
Well it's him - it's him - it's him - yeah it's him

Help me end his ways
Lock'em in a crater rig on the moon
If we don't our kids will pay
And the future won't be any fun!

It's him - It's him
He's noxious and rude
He's got a disease and he's stealing our food
Well it's him - it's him - I wish he would c r o a k
He's leaving the lights on and that's why we're broke
Well it's him - it's him - it's him!
Good god it's him!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPDFUHCH8Do&index=30&list=UUq7UDOqXdL6_Zzd6OsmXXYg
Track Name: Oh Willy, Oh Why?
OH WILLY, OH WHY?

It can't be your sole ambition
Just to be a name they mention
In the news of last weeks body count
You're acting like you're on a mission
And dear god knows that you won't listen
But you must see how it could turn out
Do you choose to lose - Do you say what's the use
There's no grace here to fall from
Can you stand to care - Is it too much to bare
Or is it best to stay numb

Oh Willy oh why
If you're playin' some kind of game you're out of time
Oh Willy oh why
Do you hear them cry
It's a shame - it's a sin - it's a crime
Oh Willy oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why,
Oh why...Oh Willy

I don't want to preach a lesson
There's no need to hear confession
You don't have to answer to me
I know you'll choose your own direction
But I'm afraid from your expression
That I know just where this could lead

Oh Willy oh why
If you're playin' some kind of game you're out of time
Oh Willy oh why
Do you hear them cry
It's a shame - it's a sin - it's a crime
Oh Willy oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why,
oh why...
Oh Willy oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why,
oh why...
Why Why Why Why?

Do you choose to lose
Do you say what's the use
There's no grace here to fall from
Can you stand to care
Is it too much to bare
Or is it best to stay numb
Oh Willy oh why....

And I know you hate your life's not fair
And you only want to get your share
But I know there's blame enough to spare
Tell me why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why !!!
If you're playin' some kind of game you're out of time
Oh Willy oh why
Do you hear them cry
It's a shame - it's a sin - it's a crime
Oh Willy, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why,
Oh why...Oh Willy, tell me why,oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why,
Oh why, tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
Oh Willy, Oh Why?
Track Name: Another Lonely Dancer
ANOTHER LONELY DANCER

Blah blah blah bla blah blah blah and she hates to watch her kid
Complaints from another lonely dancer
Could not lose the weight that fast so her husband had to split
He left her for a skinnier lonely dancer

MG :
They say that I'm wrong, unaware or I’m crazy
I’m not really sure what they mean
They tell me I'm dated and foolish and jaded
And I should give up smoking these
I should give up smoking these

Raise the rent or blow this guy 'cause the money isn't there
It sucks for another lonely dancer
Parents died to Florida now no one's here to care
What's new for another lonely dancer?

MG :
They say that I’m wrong , unaware or I'm crazy
I'm not really sure what they mean
They tell me I'm dated and foolish and jaded
Living my life on the streets
They say that I'm useless or dumb or I’m lazy
And I should give up smoking these
I should give up smoking these...

MG : Ohh!

Pseudo FZ :
Those high school memories up on the screen

MG : Oh my god!

They were the best of times in her Jordasche™ jeans
She was the dancing queen...

MG : That's not... Oh my God!

Mirror chat with practice smiles as she tightens up her bow
Is there hope for another lonely dancer?
Puts the gun inside her purse
Tonight they're gonna know
The rage of another lonely dancer

MG:
They say that I’m wrong , unaware or I'm crazy
I'm not really sure what they mean
They tell me I'm dated and foolish and jaded
Living my life on the streets
They say that I'm useless or dumb or I’m lazy
And I should give up smoking these
I should give up smoking these...

(coughing fit)

MG : I don't know what they're talking about!." (coughs to death)
Track Name: An Act Of Violence?
AN ACT OF VIOLENCE?

She takes a beating every night right on cue
He takes his anger out on her after they screw
Well, is it just an act of violence or a deep genetic plan?
Is it just an act of violence - it’s hard to understand
Is it just a vow of silence she’s taken for this man?
Make a break - Take a chance and say a prayer

She hides her bruises but it shows, when she’s at work
Her friends they tell her to her face
“HEY,THIS GUY’S A JERK.”

Well, is it just an act of violence or a deep genetic plan?
Is it just an act of violence - it’s hard to understand
Is it just a vow of silence she’s taken for this man?
Make a break - Take a chance and say a prayer
Make a break - Take a chance
It’s cross you should not have to bear!

This situation hasn’t changed it got worse
Some might sustain they trust in God and Eve was cursed

Well, is it just an act of violence or a deep genetic plan?
Is it just an act of violence - It’s hard to understand
Is it just a vow of silence she’s taken for this man?
Make a break - take a chance and say a prayer

Well, is it just an act of violence or a deep genetic plan?
Is it just an act of violence - It’s hard to understand
Is it just a vow of silence she’s taken for this man
Make a break - take a chance and say a prayer
Make a break - take a chance and say a prayer
Make a break - take a chance ...
IT’S A CROSS YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE TO BEAR!
Track Name: Cilla-Sigh-Been-Root
CILLA-SIGH-BEEN_ROOT

Cilla-Sigh-Been-Root
Hugging her vermouth
Spies a cricket in a shadow cricking on her boot
Then like a jaguar, she would leap in the air
And land right down on it's head,
Crushing dead
And it made a crunch like a little bit of lettuce in your teeth
Root felt less incomplete.
In control...
Like a god...
Taking a life simply was the best, considering her
Daddy used to make her get undress each night
And run his milky tongue between her legs
She’d cry...but no one ever heard her make a peep
Inside her teenage room....

(MTV flashback)

This could be the story of a girl who tries to have her father put in jail
Or maybe she'll be threatened, told to shut her mouth if she tells her tale
One never knows till the writer takes us down the route
He or she thinks best for our eyes and ears to explore:
The social right and wrongs in this world lord, if any apply it's kind of hard to tell
What with the deep religious contradictions and fictions of
God...
And truth
Track Name: Sensitive Joan
SENSITIVE JOAN

Sensitive Joan
Lost her money so she tried for a loan
The bank decided since her color was black
They couldn't trust her to pay it all back
Well she frowned and cried and left the building
And just right then the bank burst into flames

Sensitive Joan
Her righteous preacher tried to jump on her bones
He tied her down with his rosary beads
I guess the lord was not fulfilling his needs
Well, she frowned and cried and cursed the father
And the old man's vessels popped behind his eyes...
He went blind

J o a n
There are fools who try tearing you down to the smallest size
They have no clue where your powers reside
But I'll keep a tab on your alibis
You have a gift from the other side
I wish that I was so inclined
Sensitive Joan - I’m cryin’
Sensitive Joan - got me spyin’ on you

Sensitive Joan
You know she never has to dial a phone
She sends directly from an alternate plane
The military tried to harness her brain
Well, she frowned and cried and scared a general
Suddenly there were missiles in the sky
Headed straight for this guy!

J o a n
There are fools who try tearing you down to the smallest size
They have no clue where your powers reside
I'll keep a tab on your alibis
You have a gift from the other side

And I wanna know what you're thinking ?
I know you don’t like to talk much - small talk doesn't cut it
I know you're always thinking I can see the mechanics in your eyes
I wonder what you're thinking - you sensitive girl, Joan

Joan
There are fools who try tearing you down to the smallest size
They have no clue where your powers reside
But I'll keep a tab on your alibis

Joan
There are fools who try tearing you down to the smallest size
They have no clue where your powers reside
But I'll keep a tab on your alibis
You have a gift from the other side
I wish that I was so inclined

Sensitive Joan can you hear me?
Sensitive Joan can you feel me tonight?
Sensitive Joan can you hear me?
Track Name: A Little More Love Between Us
A LITTLE MORE LOVE BETWEEN US

“Infinite goodness means:
Creating a being that you know in advance is going to complain.”*

In this life there's so much pain inflicted
Closing a door won't make the problems disappear
In this life too many dreams restricted
Faces cry
So many scared
So many are denied
Faces filled with innocence shot down in their prime

In this life things just don't make sense to me
Extravagant cars, battle scars and starving families
In this life no substitute for insanity
You can find a heaven on earth
That's what some people say
But is all this pain and suffering
The price we have to pay?

Tell me it will come in my life
Peace on Earth
Please tell me there will be
A little more love between us
And a little less dirt

In this life I feel lost and alone
With a million other lost and lonely souls
It's so cold
But if we take the chance to pull together
We can cross the river’s edge and dance

Tell me it will come in my life
Peace on Earth
Tell me there will be
A little more love between us
And a little less dirt
A little less hate between us
And a lot less dirt
Track Name: It's Out There (-) Suite Air
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOIN' BABE

I don’t know what I’m doin’ babe
I don’t know what I’m doin’ babe
I don’t know etc...

This is the first piece I wrote with composer and patron of the arts (namely for me and Nick) Dave Siegel. The title sums it up all right. It’s all subconscious night mare stuff from here on in. Let’s take a look inside shall we?

RELAX, BREATH DEEP AND HOLD

Close your eyes...relax...Breathe in deep and exhale slowly.
Clear your mind of all negative thoughts and concentrate
on your heart beat. Concentrate on this moment,
which you have set a side for yourself in the universe...
It is your space...Relax...Let white light seep into your soul...
Be open...it feels good - Relax...focus...breathe deep...
Let the white light transport you to a higher dimension...
You are here...
Imagine the warm soothing sensation of an crystal clear
emerald river caressing your feet, running through your veins,
circling your heart. Envision this emerald river flowing
through a forest of satin pillows and soft creatures...
Breathe deeper...faster.. deeper...relax...
See yourself approaching a clearing in the forest.
In the distance an enormous magnetic red rolling pin races
towards you, but you are not afraid...Relax...and float...
If a man with cake on his teeth materializes on your left and
hands you a bar-bell made of tofu, ignore him,
he is an earthly distraction you must be free of...
Relax...breathe deeper and hold....hold...
As the rolling pin gets closer think of all the tender moments
you've spent with a loved one. Remember those feelings
and how you thought they would never end... Never end...
Well they're ending now, but it's ok.
Just one more filling to go and you'll be out of here...
Here...Rinse...Spit...That's good...

IT'S OUT THERE (-)

It's out there feeding on itself.
Feeding on me - feeding and feeding.
It's following my every move.
My every meaningless move.
The nausea, the decay..
The violation of all things sacred and true.
All that is pointless and dark and diseased approaching...
Unstoppable
Unyielding
Uninhibited
Spreading feverishly through the chaos.
Exponential in all it consumes.
There is no exit.
No exception.
No secret place to hide.
It will have me.
It will have everything that ever was, is and will be;
right from any imagined start point
The life force - conceived to be infected with all of it's
hopelessness, it's lies, it's dispersing emptiness.
No god or infinite strong box can save me or you.
It has always been over.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
It's over.

Cilla-Sigh-Been-Root’s brother, Farben Root aka Smokey Lee
Webster, goes for some serious root “canaling”. Under the influence
of sweet air, the sly grey alien disguised as New age dental
assistant T R I S H, does her best to comfort him but it’s no use.
She can not sell him a lie. He must face his awful abduction. As
the clasps, photon needles and drills tear into Smokey’s limp
b o d y , an existential corner of his brain opens up and P r e s t o n
Veeper Nicoles sneaks in and delivers the dark truth.

SMOKEY LEE WEBSTER WRESTLES WID "IT"

URBBB Z-SHURK SHUUU...FAAAHHHH!
LIMP - LOVE IT - LIMMMMP!!!
UGGURRRFFLLLIPPPERR-ACKKK e t c. . .
The results of too much nitrous oxide? Who knows? Smokey
Lee’s nightmare / (abduction?) now transports him nude on stage
as the opening act for the Pen Parker Band. The audience,
made up of many of Smokey Lee’s dead relatives, old girl friends,
high school savages and little GREY guys are loving it.

A video for this portion of the suite is available here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxMHrx6q0PY
Track Name: Waiting Around At QVC / I'm Gonna Wait!
WAITIN' AROUND AT QVC / I'M GONNA WAIT!

JT / ND in a rental car, in Chester, PA in the QVC parking lot -

JT : We're waitin' around, waitin' around, waitin' around forever
waitin' around, waitin' around at QVC.
It's 9:38. It's dark. It's sewage. I smell sewage outside.

Nick DiMauro : Yeah, it's very vile.

JT : It's very vile. And da... (camera click) the vileness is just part of the entire plot to just get us so sick that we... get so angry that we (Imitating Mike Crum)... that they make you and then! Then they disappear completely and then... then you're forced to try another thing.

I'M GONNA WAIT!

Naahyeah
Naahyeah
I’m Gonna Wait!
I’m Gonna Wait!
Naahyeah

I’m Gonna Wait
I’m Gonna Wait
Namgonna Wait!
I’m Gonna Wait
Namgonna Wait!
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Namgonna...

-break-

Naahyeah
I'm gonna Wait!
I'm gonna Wait!
Naahyeah
I'm gonna Wait!
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
I'm Gonna Wait!
Naahyeah
I’m Gonna Wait
I'm Gonna Wait!
I’m Gonna Wait
I'm Gonna Wait
Namgonna Wait!
Wait!
Wait!
Wait!
Wait!

Neahyeah!
Neahyeah!
Neahyeah!

Well, I'm Gonna Wait
Well, I'm Gonna Wait
Well, I'm Gonna Wait
Well, I'm Gonna Wait

Well, Namgonna Wait!
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Well, I'm Gonna Wait
Neahyeah
Well, I'm Gonna Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait

Well, I'm Gonna Wait
Neahyeah
Well, Namgonna Wait!
Well, I'm Gonna Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait

Namgonna Wait
Neahyeah
Well, I'm Gonna Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait

I'm Gonna Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait

Well, I'm gonna wait
Neahyeah
Well, I'm gonna wait
Neahyeah
I'm gonna wait
Neahyeah
Well, I'm gonna wait!
Track Name: It's Out There Feeding On Itself
IT'S OUT THERE (-)

It's out there feeding on itself.
Feeding on me - feeding and feeding.
It's following my every move.
My every meaningless move.
The nausea, the decay..
The violation of all things sacred and true.
All that is pointless and dark and diseased approaching...
Unstoppable
Unyielding
Uninhibited
Spreading feverishly through the chaos.
Exponential in all it consumes.
There is no exit.
No exception.
No secret place to hide.
It will have me.
It will have everything that ever was, is and will be;
right from any imagined start point
The life force - conceived to be infected with all of it's
hopelessness, it's lies, it's dispersing emptiness.
No god or infinite strong box can save me or you.
It has always been over.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
It's over.

If you like John Tabacco, you may also like: