Ongoing Reflectamenta

by John Tabacco

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"Ongoing Reflectamenta" (a kaleidoscope of songs created from other songs and re-recordings of songs from the distant past), was created in tandem with the mostly instrumental CD,
"Pithy Percussion and Other Sequenced Allusions". Any similarities are not coincidental.

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released October 9, 2018

All tracks produced by John Tabacco except:
“Downtime”- Produced by Gian DiMauro and John Tabacco
Recorded and Mixed at Suburban Hermit Studio II***, Stony Brook, NY
Basic tracks for “Downtime”: Recorded, Mixed at Sonic Underground Studios**,
Stony Brook, NY

All Words and Music © by John Tabacco
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC) except:
“Downtime” © 1995 by John Tabacco and Gian DiMauro
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music / Slip Code Technology Music (SESAC)

“A Woman Named Vengeance” © 2018 by John Tabacco & Eric P. Nichols

“Queen And A Knight” © 2017 by John Tabacco, Soren Skarback, Lars E. Carlsson

“We’re For The Dark” - Words and Music © 1970 by Peter William Ham
Published by Kobolt Music Pub America OBO Estate for Peter William Ham

'I Know" - Words and Music © 2018 by John Tabacco and Melissa Gould
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC)

“Trip To Cleveland (2008)” contains the following background music :
Downtime © 1995 by John Tabacco and Gian DiMauro**
Bikini.com © 1998 by John Tabacco and Meryl Mathews**
Teddy Take Me To The CIty © 2009 by John Tabacco and Susan DeVita***
Burn Away The Haze © 2007 by John Tabacco and Eric Nichols***
Wisty © 1994 by John Tabacco**

JT: Vocals, Drums, Guitar, Keyboards, Margret Inthrax mentor etc...
Anthony Pomes: Electric Guitar on “Downtime”
Gian DiMauro: Keyboards on “Downtime”
Jerry Dugger: Lead Vocal on “I Know”
Joe Gioglio : Electric Guitar on “Lighten Up Francis”, “They Never Customized”
Laura Tabacco : Flute on Subconscious Collage
CD Design: © 2011 - 2018 by Farben Fosfeen Artwerks
SA3 Mastering - JT

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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: Lighten Up Francis
LIGHTEN UP FRANCIS

Francis remembers
Cries as he sips his coffee
That night in September
Renda and him back to the tracks
To flirt with the dead – make a connection
Slip between worlds and come out the end
Hoping to feel like a new resurrected God
And see their friends

Lighten up Francis you’re a dough boy
At a Mexican Wedding
Lighten up Francis you’re poor boy
Wrapped up in regrettings
The past is always on your mind
She’s gone!
Come back to the living

Francis and Renda
Two of the brightest bulbs you’d meet
Questioned their routines
Searching for answers down the street
take’m up to the end of the station
No one around to mess up their plans
Both of them seeing the light in the tunnel
Holding hands
Till the other ran

Lighten up Francis you’re a dough boy
At a Mexican Wedding
Lighten up Francis you’re poor boy
Wrapped up in regrettings
Lighten up Francis you’re a dough boy
At a Mexican Wedding
Lighten up Francis you’re poor boy
Wrapped up in regrettings
The past is always on your mind
She’s gone!
Come back to the living

Is there any point to this story?
A lapse of common sense - perhaps
And death - it plagues us with cosmic riddles
The answers availed to us mere mortals
Once we kick ourselves over the fence
Perhaps…

And we start living life again…
Gotta start living life again
Start living life again ...Oh yeah!

Lighten up Francis you’re a dough boy
At a Mexican Wedding
I said, lighten up Francis you’re poor boy
Wrapped up in regrettings
Lighten up Francis you’re a dough boy
At a Mexican Wedding
Lighten up Francis you’re poor boy
Wrapped up in regrettings
The past is always on your mind
She’s gone!
Come back to the living!
Track Name: The Big Machine 47
THE BIG MACHINE 47

Sad does sadness
Mad does madness
There’s a sweet spot in-between

Corks and Mayfers
Karmic wafers
All fuel for the big machine

As we’re going down that road to nowhere

Now here

What does it matter?

Lights and cameras
Crisis actors
Every shot like a Kubrick scene
Snakes and ladders
Baseball batters
Hitting homers on borrowed dreams

Moksha waters
Cosmic orders
All fuel for the big machine
All fuel for the big machine in bed
Fortune cookie is read:
“You will find the truth inside a lie”

Sad does sadness
Mad does madness
There’s a sweet spot in-between
Lights and cameras
Crisis actors
Every shot like a Kubrick scene
Chutes and ladders
Baseball batters
Hitting homers on borrowed dreams
Moksha waters
Cosmic orders
All fuel for the big machine
For the big machine
In bed
Track Name: They Never Customized
Pisces is the next of kin
That’s where it begins
The smell of your skin
Down to the recipe at the bottom of the ocean
Where it lies in the sea trees of the nebula sun

Cold damp opening for the tomb of the lost crusader
Fishing for bait it’s the closer for the whole shebang

Prime rate!

Stop! It’s a winner.

The barracuda sleeps tonight from reading the Sunday paper’s news.
Track Name: Downtime (JT Version)
DOWN TIME

Get on the highway and head for the shore
Catch my reflection in the sky
I got this feeling I’ve been here before but I don't know why
Could it be that…

Down time headin' 'round again
When I try to reach real high someone always moves the sky
Down time and I'm found again maybe it's not that tragic...

Cokes on the dashboard and sun in our eyes
Who could ever want for more?
Some say we're children just filled with surprised
And laughing like before
But I know that...

Down time headin' 'round again
When I try to reach real high someone always moves the sky
Down time and I'm found again - maybe it's not that tragic...
Down time headin' 'round again
Missed the cradle when it fell
Another day is shot to hell
Down time and I’m found again
Maybe it's not that tragic...

Blind ambition got me no where fast
Heard the phone ring but I missed my calling
Took a new step made it last
We're strangers in paradise tonight

Down time headin' 'round again
When I try to reach real high someone always moves the sky
Down time and I'm found again
maybe it's not that tragic...
Down time headin' 'round again
Missed the cradle when it fell
Another day is shot to hell
Down time and I’m found again maybe it's not that tragic...
Down time
Down time
Down time
Down time
Track Name: A Woman Named Vengeance
A Woman Named Vengeance

What were you like in your formative years?
Did you have any toys did you have any tears?
Did your mother conceive you in horror or heat?
Did you suck at the bosom of truth or deceit?

Did you torture your dolls
Did you cuddle your pets?
Was your childhood sunshine or only regrets?
If I looked in your closet, tell me what will I see?
A chest full of bones or a tea set for three?

Your life is a riddle,
I don't have a clue
I wish you were simple
But there's nothing I can do to get through to you

A woman named Vengeance
That is your name
A woman named Vengeance
As clear as the shape of my face
A woman named Vengeance
Your mystery remains
A woman named Vengeance
The reasons locked inside
But I won't run and hide
You're all that I've got today

Were you Valedictorian?
Did you go to the prom?
Or spend the night looking for something to bomb?
Did you make your mom proud,
Does your father stand tall?
Should I look for your face on the post office wall?

Did you play make believe
Did you wear your mom's heels?
Rip the legs off of spiders, just to see how it feels?
Were you ever a mother
Were you ever someone's wife?
Should I ask all these questions or maybe think twice?

Your life is a riddle
I don't have a clue
I wish you were simple
But there's nothing I can do to get through to you

A woman named Vengeance
That is your name
A woman named Vengeance
As clear as the shape of my face
A woman named Vengeance
Your mystery remains
A woman named Vengeance
The reasons locked inside
But I won't run and hide
You're all that I've got in bed

A woman named Vengeance
A woman named Vengeance
That's all that I've got
A woman named Vengeance
A woman named Vengeance
A woman named Vengeance
That's all that I've got
A woman named Vengeance
Track Name: Queen And A Knight
QUEEN AND A KNIGHT

She's got the devil in her eyes
And she don't care about your lies
Her game of love is pretty rough
And though you think you're pretty tough
She'll have you crying out "enough"

'Cause she's a queen and a knight
A queen and a knight
Keep you guessing
A queen and a knight
A queen and a knight
A curse or blessing
Don't say nothing stupid
Or she'll get all down and cupid
With an arrow straight through your heart
Straight through your heart!

You've got a fancy London flat
And you might think that you're all that
But when you're steppin' off the street
It's not your equal that you'll meet
She'll have you beggin' at her feet

'Cause she's a queen and a knight
A queen and a knight
Keep you guessing
A queen and a knight
A queen and a knight
A curse or blessing
Don't say nothing stupid
Or she'll get all down and cupid on your ass!

No second chances
No regrets
Leather boots and cigarettes
Full of chains and chain of fools
All beggin' her to make the rules
She lets 'em them know their beneath her station
"Cause her name is Domination Lou!

He's talkin' German
Kissing French
He straps you tightly to the bench
He says he'll please you with her lips
And then he'll scratch you with her fingertips
While your sacred package gets whipped

'Cause she's a queen and a knight
A queen and a knight
Keep you guessing
A queen and a knight
A queen and a knight
A curse or blessing
A queen and a knight
A queen and a knight
She'll keep you guessing

Don't say nothin' stupid
Or she'll get all down and cupid
With an arrow straight through your heart
Track Name: Margaret Inthrax Privation
Bota Batta Bota Batta Bota Batta Bota Batta!
Big ole' calamine brother and his holding crew
are forcing my offspring to deprive me of oxygen.
It is working.
Track Name: No Matter The Commotion
NO MATTER THE COMMOTION

Every day's a gift when I hold it in my heart
It makes me wanna sing no matter the commotion

Every day's a gift when I hold it in my heart
Even if for only just a moment
Track Name: Rest Of My Life
REST OF MY LIFE

Major pain conspiracy straight up ahead
Pretty much that's all I see before I get into bed
Waves of sadness fill my day - so hopeless I could cry
But not enough to do me in
I just go to sleep with you in my mind

It's OK
It's alright
I'll be fine
If I can dream of you the rest of my life
I don't care
I don't mind
If I can dream of you the rest of my life
It's OK
It's a sign
If I can dream of you the rest of my life

I know you'll come around

Is it a particle or a wave that is dancing in my eyes
A matrix world reality of ones and zero lies
No escaping no relief
The program fix is in
The only thing I look forward to
Is when my sleep begins

It's OK
It's alright
I'll be fine
If I can dream of you the rest of my life
I don't care
I don't mind
If I can dream of you the rest of my life
It's OK
It's a sign
If I can dream of you the rest of my life
I don't care
I don't mind
If I can dream of you the rest of my life

I don't know who you are
Have we always shared this space?
By the looks of it the fall is coming
I'm preparing for the final chase
Meeting you face to face

It's OK
It's alright
I'll be fine
If I can dream of you the rest of my life
I don't care
I don't mind
If I can dream of you the rest of my life
It's OK
It's a sign
If I can dream of you the rest of my life
I don't care
I don't mind
If I can dream of you the rest of my life

If I can dream of you I'll be fine
Track Name: We May Call You Statue / You're Gonna Die Someday / Cold And Empty
WE MAY CALL YOU STATUE (2018)

We may call you statue
We may call you a seal
We may burn the hairs on your brow
Depends on how we feel
We may tie you to a soap box
We may have you play a fool
We may hold you for ransom
Or strip your golden rules

‘Cause you’re a slice of moldy clay
Rather clueless and unreserved
But that’s beside the point you see
It doesn’t matter to much to we

(And it was at this point the nitrous oxide started to wear off... Dig?)

We can sell you a “Edsel”
We can chain you in spikes
We can coat you with rayon
Or disconnect your pipes
It’s a freedom you can count on
It’s a freedom to rejoice
It’s a freedom you will live with
And you haven’t got a choice

‘Cause you’re a slice of moldy clay
Rather vapid and un-preserved
And like a traffic light in space
We’d rather see you than have you heard

(The Happy Feet Puppet Dance plays here…)

We may call you statue
We may force you to steal
We may feed you the God you believe
To us it’s no big deal
It’s a dogma you can count on
It’s a dogma to rejoice
It’s a dogma you will live with
And you’ll never have a voice!

(May have something to do with the DENTIST!)

‘Cause you’re a slice of moldy clay
Rather helpless and unreserved
But that’s beside the point you see
It doesn’t matter to much to WE!
Because we’re willing to take you home
I said, we’re willing to take you home!

Take you home
Yes, we're willing to take you home
Home - you gaze up to see your soul
If you only knew...

YOU'RE GONNA DIE SOMEDAY

Scarepuck City Parade
Where the actions speak louder than words
And words that make the scene ignite like gasoline
To burn a quick friend on the side

And you question what does it mean?
As a dark machine steals for your seat
You’ll fight as those who watch will stare and twitch a lot
And take a few bets on the side

Hide?

The situation’s clear :
Convinced you have no reason,
Here you are and still your actions are the same
No matter where you go - what you do - or what you say
A little voice reminds you that you’re gonna die someday!

COLD AND EMPTY

Cold and empty
I wanna go back home
Home - remember when I felt assured?
When I felt secure

Cold and worthless
Hey, I just don’t belong
Alone - I travel in a circle-line
If I should die...

Maybe
Just maybe I’ll return again
And maybe
Just maybe, I’ll reach the spinal end to find I’ve always been...

Cold and empty
I wanna go back home
Home - I gaze up to see your glow
If you only knew
How I long for you
Home!
I wanna go back...

Home!
I said I wanna go back!
Ah, you know I gotta go back
I wanna taste those bright orange colored faces
I wanna hear the sight of your umbrellas

Home I gaze up to see your face
If you only knew
How I long for you
Track Name: I Know
I KNOW

I know there is a great place
I know there's more to come
I know is filled with love and light
And it's waiting for everyone
And it's waiting for everyone

I know there is a great place
I know there's more to come
I know it's just a breath away
And it's waiting for everyone
And it's waiting for everyone

I opened my heart
Reached down inside my soul
Best way to start is letting the fear go
Guess it's written in the stone
When it's time to go back home
I'll be there
I know I'll understand

I know there is a great place
I know there's more to come
I know is filled with love and light
And it's waiting for everyone
And it's waiting for everyone
For everyone
For everyone
I know
Track Name: Trip To Cleveland (2008)
TRIP TO CLEVELAND (2008)

Susan and I had to take her son James to Meadville (a Dr. Seuss sounding place that lies next to Erie Pennsylvania). It was a four o’clock in the morning drop off at a deserted Pizza Hut parking lot. The reason? Father's day. James was gonna see his dad. It was a grueling three hour long car trip from Honesdale PA that was peppered with stimulating talk about Star Wars, pin point accurate shout outs of "There's a Toys R Us Mom!", the existence of God, the importance of having Winterfresh™ gum at all times and Beatle worship. I dosed off once or twice. Nonetheless, the father and son transaction worked out smoothly and Susan and I ended up at a nice hotel right in Lake Erie. Well, not actually in the lake of course (insert wet dream joke here) but near by. The bed in our room was by far the most comfortable one I've ever slept in. Seriously. I was so comfortable I almost cried. Any position you slept in was equally as comfortable as the next. And when I woke up my muscles didn't hurt, make back felt great, I didn’t feel nauseous nor did I have one of those terrible migraines. In other words, I did not feel normal. Good points so early in the trip. Cool. Another plus was the people in Erie seemed so friendly and accommodating. I guess everyone wakes up in that kind of bed around there, (eerie). Of course I must not forget to mention that Susan fulfilled one of her perverted life long dreams, which was to stick her big toe in the actual lake. Much to her surprise she really enjoyed it and so did her toe. Lake Erie looks like a friggin’ ocean. It's stupid big but lacks the menacing qualities you might find staring into the ominous Atlantic. The Erie beach is no smooth tropical carpet but we had fun skimming and collecting very alluring flat stones under a clear blue sky. Despite the sun bearing down on us we did not get a tan or feel tired. Actually, we felt pretty good. Anyway, our stay at Lake Erie was a brief one due to the fact that we had a reservation waiting for us on the outskirts of Cleveland, Erie’s next-door neighbor. Our initial goal: to check out the one and only Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame. And that we did, after driving around the city of Cleveland four or five times marveling at the fact that no one was around! It was like a vacant movie set. All I remember seeing were two bored looking statues: One of Alexander Hamilton and the other his rival Thomas Jefferson and a sleazy little fellow walking a garishly painted Chinese hooker to his pimped up Chevy Nova. There’s a song in there we joked.

Slowly a wave of depression fell upon us but we figured that would change once we reached our hotel on the outskirts of Cleveland and had a bite to eat. We cruised around quite a bit looking for a hospitable dining venue but all we came across were dubious greasy fast food joints and closed "cash your paycheck here" places. By 9:30pm on a slightly damp Saturday evening we eventually found an Italian restaurant that was on the verge of closing for the night. Our New York accents convinced them other wise and we were served a nice –a - taliano meal. Well, I thought it was good. I think I was just so hungry a bag of fried cigarette buts would have been a blessing at that point.

We scarfed down our meal and headed back to the hotel complaining about how we did not take advantage of the last room we stayed in with it’s comfy bed and Jacuzzi. This time around the bed was uncomfortable, the scenery drab and we woke up feeling miserable (in other words normal). Our continental breakfast was top notch. McDonalds™. I’ll say no more. With a coffee in hand, Susan behind the wheel, we headed toward the actual city of Cleveland again, this time listening to Paul McCartney's latest CD, “Memory Almost Full”, (perfect optimistic music to set the day off).

We navigated our way to the Rock and Roll Hall of fame with ease. No need for a GPS. It's a uniquely odd shaped building with various sides jutting out over Lake Erie. Ya can’t miss it. All Susan and I kept thinking was “God, it must get nasty here in the winter time when the lake effect snow hits”. Fortunately, the weather was a seasonable 74 degrees Fahrenheit with just a speck of clouds to ornate the cities small skyline. Parking was a breeze. Eight bucks for the day. We sauntered in through the big glass doors and were immediately greeted by personnel who quickly forced us to have our picture taken for security reasons. I suspected they were just hoping we’d buy the photos on our way out but no matter; we paid our twenty - dollar a pop tickets and proceeded to the lower level where apparently all the cool stuff was. And cool it was. The first point of interest was a slew of well-worn guitars in glass cases. Some played by Jerry Garcia, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Jimi Hendrix etc... I could still hear them ringing. Then as we entered into the main room, we were confronted by a myriad of psychedelic rock and roll fashion, rare 45s, collectible LP sleeves and various musical paraphernalia. Susan realized that she had the same taste in clothes as Hendrix and that both of us could only find ourselves wearing outfits more geared towards heavier gospel singers. The rock and roll dudes like Jagger and Richards and Bowie were skinny beyond belief. I guess a diet of heroin and more heroin will do that to you. Our eyes were quickly mesmerized on Michael Jackson's sparkling glove spinning around in a glass box. That was rock and roll? Ok. I guess it depend on how one would use such a glove. Then there was John Lennon's faded yellow Sgt. Pepper suit. It looked rather surreal without the Beatle filling it out. I wondered what it smelled like? We came across a revealing college letter Madonna wrote to her friend just before she ventured off to New York City. I doubt she ever thought her scribblings would be scrutinized so many years later under glass. It would have been more interesting if it was written on toilet paper in blood. Nonetheless, Susan found it intriguing and somewhat inspiring but I kept wondering what Madonna had to do with Rock and Roll. Well, she was skinny. Meanwhile, I dug the red ZZ Top car used in their videos and the actual drafts of Beatle lyrics were fascinating as well as some of the old school report cards. Apparently Jim Morrison was an A student who eventually veered off into wise-ass land. The progression was interesting. If only the lighting in the room was brighter it would have been easier to read these historic documents, but I guess that shadowy atmosphere is what hides all the stains.

We buzzed right through the first floor in an hour and covered most of the rest of the Hall in another two. Somewhere around the top floor we came upon a large three screen viewing theater. They were showing footage of all the inductees from the Hall's inception to the present. To get there though you have to travel down a dark hallway and on the right side of the wall are gold etchings of all your musical heroes signatures. I found that fascinating. You can surmise a lot about a person’s personality by the way they sign their John Hancock. Some signatures even looked like logos. Nice penmanship Jackie Wilson!

As Susan and I left the building (without Elvis) I could not help but feel sad that I was and never will be part of this musical history. Rock and Roll was a thing of the 20th century. That's it. It's over. Never again will you see that type of talent and excitement grace the stages. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame basically tells you from the start that this is it! From here on in the music world is all Myspace, iTunes, Spotify, guitar hero video games and 100% disposable. No more mystique. But perhaps it's always been that way. I just didn't notice it because it was new at the time and I was young and impressionable or just plain stupid! But man, did I look forward to that next Zappa or Paul Simon or Elton John or Stevie Wonder record. It was worth every saved, lawn-cutting dollar. Every anxious second, dreaming, waiting for it to arrive at the local record store, (even that a thing of the past now). The smell of a vinyl record can still bring a tear to my eyes. Those pieces of cardboard and plastic were my salvation. And if I were lucky maybe one of my heroes would show up on a talk show while I was crying my way through dinner, tackling the awkwardness of high school! Back then in the 70’s just to get a glimpse into the workings of some magical, musical genius was a rare gift indeed, (nothing like today’s in your face immediacy of Youtube). The playing field has been leveled. All you can eat 24/ 7. I miss that earlier time. The rock and roll illusion was special. Real special. It was something to worship and be in awe of. It gave me a reason to live. But as the Steely Dan song "Pretzel Logic" goes: "Those days are gone forever – over a long time ago". "Oh yeah"!

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