Sneaky Bastard Aliens Again​.​.​.

by John Tabacco

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SPEAK WITHOUT A VOICE THEY'RE TAKING ME IN I'VE GOT SOMETHING INSIDE OF ME THAT'S TEARING WITHIN DOES IT WANT TO BE PART OF ME? NOW THE LAST THING I REMEMBER (A LEATHER FACE) YEAH THE LAST THING I REMEMBER I CAN'T ERASE SPEAK WITHOUT A VOICE AND A MOTIVE TOO (DON'T DON'T, DON'T TAKE THE HORSES) SPEAK WITHOUT A VOICE AND A MOTIVE TOO (DON'T DON'T, DON'T TAKE THE HORSES) I GO TO EXTREMES IN THE CORNER THEY'RE WATCHING ME IT'S A NIGHTMARISH DREAM WITH THE NEEDLE ALIGNING ME NOW THE LAST TIME I WAS GRAVEL AND UNDEFINED YEAH, THE LAST TIME I WAS GRAVEL THEY READ MY MIND! SPEAK WITHOUT A VOICE AND A MOTIVE TOO (DON'T DON'T, DON'T TAKE THE HORSES) SPEAK WITHOUT A VOICE AND A MOTIVE TOO (DON'T DON'T, DON'T TAKE THE HORSES) SPEAK WITHOUT A VOICE SPEAK WITHOUT A VOICE! WE'RE NOT ALONE WE'RE NOT ALONE IN THE PLAN WE'RE NOT ALONE WE'RE NOT ALONE FUTURE MAN UNDERSTANDS NOW THE NEXT FACE IN THE WINDOW COULD BE A FRIEND OR THE NEXT FRIEND IN THE SHADOWS COULD BE THE END COULD BE THE END! COULD BE THE END! SPEAK WITHOUT A VOICE AND A MOTIVE TOO (DON'T DON'T, DON'T TAKE THE HORSES) SPEAK WITHOUT A VOICE AND A MOTIVE TOO (DON'T DON'T, DON'T TAKE THE HORSES)
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Don't take the horses etc...
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Come on and see the alien Come around and don't be scared Come on and see the alien side Come on and see the alien Come around and don't be scared Come on and see the alien side UHF Turgid : The Alien Side: Long Island's only place for the latest Sci-Fi books and out of print classics. The Alien Side: Roswell posters, Zeon paper, laser products and spaced out novelties. If you can imagine it, we sell it! The Alien Side : Come on down and experience our virtual reality chambers. They'll warp you into another dimension. That's the Alien Side: Route 110, Farmingdale, right across from the Mystery Vitamin House. Don't be scared. Us little gray guys will be waiting for you. Come on and see the alien Come around and don't be scared Come on and see the alien side
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ANDROID WAREHOUSE Daytime you're to proud to brag About the badge you wore Nighttime you're to tired to drive Your change across the floor All your guns are gone I'm told Or in the Aerodrome Did you die the day they sold The ones you left at home Hold my hand in the Android Warehouse Who's to know if you take a dive Ain't life grand in the Android Warehouse What a burner when you take off your goggles and find? That you're alive That you're alive Did you really gobble up The things they claimed you ate Were you fit to swallow it Or scared to clean your plate Have you tried to calculate The hours they'd applaud I would guess it's somewhat less For just another fraud Hold my hand in the Android Warehouse Who's to know if you take a dive Ain't life grand in the Android Warehouse What a burner when you take off your goggles and find... That you're alive That you're alive That you're alive...
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SPACE FARMERS IN PARIS Seein’ like a fish Never miss like a dish get bent Start action never sent Go crazy time ends don’t lend no fiction for a sinner Don’t fend no honey make amends Talkin’ about a patch little circle awful circle Tiny space from space nothin’ grows and it glows Trees are humming never sunny funny and he’s coming Straight down Big eyes Big brain oh my Taken for a splash got a rash No joke taking a tinkle in the bush with your fly shut Good conversation with a short wide beast Awful grey no light Getta me ready for the big flight Going for a quick cappucino over Reno Gettin’ high by the breathing pool whipping out the tool Goin’ steady oh no with a girly called Betty And ya ready awful heady get punk shy Messin’ with the best Here’s the test No pencil operation in your head gonna bed down Lonely in the middle of the night Lookin’ only at a picture junior flight welter wind bag Doin’ the doody now Pushing real loose spruce goose Tushy juice never beggin’ around a moose Clues strewn the awful truth Callin’ lawn time grass doctor Little grey guy passin’ out green thumb Blue beam oh my
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Peudo Gerald Light : My dear friends, I've just returned from Muroc. The report is true it's devastatingly true! When we were allowed to enter the restricted section, I had the distinct feeling that the world had come to an end with fantastic realism. For I have never seen so many human beings in a state of complete and total collapse and confusion as they realized that their own world had indeed ended with such finality as to beggar description. The reality of the ‘other plane’ aeroforms is now and forever removed from the realms of speculation and made a rather painful part of the consciousness of every respectable, responsible scientific and political group. During my two days' visit I saw five separate and distinct types of aircraft being studied and handled by our Air Force officials -- with the assistance and permission of the Etherians! I have no words to express my reactions. That is except to say, it has finally happened. It's now a matter of history. President Eisenhower, as you may already know, was spirited over to Muroc one night during his visit to Palm Springs recently. And it is my conviction that he will ignore the terrific conflict between the various 'authorities' and go directly to the people with radio and television - if the impasse continues much longer. From what I could gather, an official statement to the country is being prepared for delivery about the middle of May,1954. It's finally happened. It's just now a matter of history. Little Grey Guys : Itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout Out came the rain and washed the spider out Down came the sun and dried up all the rain Itsy gutsy spider is living in my brain Peudo Gerald Light : Oh God. Now I will leave it to your own excellent powers of deductions to construct a fitting picture of the mental and emotional pandemonium that is now shattering the consciousness of hundreds of our scientific authorities. And all the pundits of the various specialized knowledges that make up our current physics. In some instances I could not stifle a wave of pity that arose in my own being as I watched the pathetic bewilderment of rather brilliant brains struggling to make some sort of rational explanation which would enable them to retain their familiar theories and concepts. And I thank my own destiny for having long ago pushed me into the metaphysical woods and can call me to find a way out. To watch strong minds cringe before totally irreconcilable aspects of science is not a pleasant thing. I'd forgotten how common place such things as the de-materialization of solid objects have become to my own mind. The coming and going of etheric or spirit body has been so familiar to me these many years I had just forgotten that such a manifestation could snap the mental balance of a man not so conditioned. It has finally happened. It's now a matter of history.
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Ahhh Ack...ACK Hemiihemma Flu...flu.. Ahhhhh! Teach it wid it! etc...
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Preston Nicoles : May day, may day, may day. This is Doctor Preston Nicoles transmitting from project Proteus in Montauk. The year is 3202 A.D. We are transmitting from the future. Please help us. We've been trapped in a plasma vortex and apparently stopped aging. If anyone can hear us please shut down the main grid located beneath the base. The old air force base, Montauk. Long Island, New York. We have been transmitting for over a thousand years now. Shut down the grid! The main grid! Please help us to escape.

about

I had the foresight in 2005 to try to take some of the songs I mixed on 24 track tape and dump them to a digital format. I figured at one point in the future I could maybe re-mix these pieces and make them sound a little more contemporary. In 2014, 24 track machines are hard to come by so, my intuition paid off. Here is one of those remixed songs recorded originally in 1990. That first mix is on the CD "Life Here...It's Anybody's Guess". This new one features the voice more upfront and an actual bass track that mix one was kind of missing. Mix one however was remastered by Bob Ball many years ago and yes, he managed to get a bigger sound stage that I could not replicate. On the bright side, this re-mix did allowed me to get the talented Rufolo brothers to have fun and put their musical stamp on it. For that I am grateful. Check out their music on bandcamp : The Brothers Nylon or Ranikade3.

Smokey Lee Webster Wrestles Wid "IT" is clearly the most accessible song I've ever recorded and since it's kind of Sci-Fi I figured it fit right along here on this single. The horror on one of my housemates face as she came down to the studio while I was diligently mixing this piece was priceless. She wanted me committed. After being in the music biz for thirty years with no real commercial success, perhaps she was right!

credits

released August 29, 2014

Speak With A Voice
JT : Vocal, Acoustic guitar, FX, Bass
Nick DiMauro : Drum programming, keyboard, "Don't Take The Horses", recording engineer
Jim Dexter : Electric guitar, Guitar FX,"Don't Take The Horses"

Originally recorded and mixed by Nick DiMauro at Modern Voice Studio, Centerport, NY
Re-mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY

Speak With A Voice (The Rufolo Variations)
Remix and added percussion : Mike Rufolo
Bass : Nick Rufolo
JT : Various

Smokey Lee Webster Wrestles Wid "IT"
Gian DiMauro : Gut wrenching vocalizations
Jim Dexter : Alien Steinberger Guitar (with graphite neck)
JT : Extensive editing
Guitar : Recorded at Modern Voices Studios, Centerport, NY
Vocalizations recorded at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY

Cover : Farben Fosfeen Artwerks © 2019

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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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