Tell Me Why Then!

by John Tabacco

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THE WORLD DOESN’T REVOLVE AROUND THAT WAY You think you’re in command but you’re crazy The world doesn’t revolve around that way You think you’ll get away with it easy But the world doesn’t revolve around that way No the world doesn’t revolve around that way You could be poor - you can be red Or you could mess up your lover’s bed What do you care - what does it bring It doesn’t mean much in the scheme of things Back off crazy - get away - don’t make me spit in your eye Ya better back off crazy what you say just makes my genitals dry Oh you could be straight - or you could be green Or you could chop off your in between Nobody cares - nobody sees And what you don’t mean doesn’t matter to me Hey all the times you lied the world went on sailing Goodbye! - nothing matters take a look... You will never - you will never - you will never lose the pain You will never or maybe ever find exactly who’s to blame You could be square - or you could be wheel Or you could jerk off on howard beal Nobody cares - nobody tells And nobody wants another c-block cell Oh take me I’m crazy...I said oh... bake me I’m crazy Somewhere near the center... everything makes sense Oh... take me I’m crazy ...I said oh... bake me I’m crazy *Yeah you throwin’ the back fish into the water baby. You know what I’m sayin? A Little Brute Colgna for ya. Ah give it up! Hey all the times you lied the world went on sailing Goodbye! - nothing matters... take a look... You will never - you will never - you will never lose the pain You will never or maybe ever find exactly who’s to blame You could be straight - or you could be green Or you could chop off your in between Nobody cares - nobody sees And what you don’t mean doesn’t matter to me Would You Like To See My Snot Collection? Would You Like To See My Snot Infections? Well For Xmas Could I Be Your Boogie Man? Oh take me I’m crazy I said oh, bake me I’m crazy... Somewhere...everything makes sense JT: LEAD VOCALS, ALL PROGRAMMING
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TELL ME WHY THEN! When I wake up in the morning I’m safe and warm I got food and lots of shelter from the cold And I got friends to keep me busy with UFOs It’s a cozy kind of norm Tell me why then - do I feel this way I worry over nothing on a dime Tell me why then - if everything’s ok I’m really not that happy I need something to break Looking back at all the situations up to now I’ve have had a fairly easy history Pretty healthy - Maybe out of shape a tiny “skidge” But my life has been a breeze Tell me why then - do i feel this way I worry over nothing all the time Tell me why then - if everything’s ok I’m really not that happy now I’m not too satisfied Is that what keeps me moving till I die? Die Die Die. Till I Die!!!
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OPEN YOUR EYES There in the darkness when your world is crumbling down Dive into the deepest crack where a photon belt is found And you might find me waiting with open arms And if you lose your vision I’ll help you file collision Open your eyes I’m standing right before you Don’t look surprised, be sure to check behind you and down... All around Here in your margarita where all your secrets drown Make sure that you say a prayer before you suck it down ‘Cause you might find me floating with open arms Soaking up your last confession Maybe you will learn the lesson if you... Open your eyes, I’m standing right before you Don’t look surprised, be sure to check behind you Open your eyes, the ship is passing by you You’re late Oh what a waste! You’ve got a smoke detector for when a fog appears Spray paint your bike reflector It’s clear...yeah you’re weird...yeah you’re weird! You bought a new perspective Just like the old perspective It keeps you disinfected - but you still feel rejected You bought a new perspective Just like the old perspective It keeps you disinfected - but you still feel rejected!!! Well open your eyes, I’m standing right before you Don’t look surprised, the ship is passing by you Open your eyes, I’m landing right beside you Don’t look surprised, the ship is passing by you You’re late Oh ain’t it great? Well open your eyes etc...
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Club Algeria 05:53
CLUB ALGERIA When the reign is over and the crown is off your head And the fear of being washed up is at hand Keep an eye on endings - they can dial in your sleep But don’t accept the charges when they call Under the gun? The shelter that you’ve been praying for Is under the sign - just three blocks down past the credit store (Still gotta a place for ya) Club Algeria just as cool as it ‘s always been Club interior bare your soul and a little skin Club Algeria I recall the troubles that I had in younger times When a friend could not be counted on one hand Then a voice from inside called my name Son rejoice - come in - release your pain And meet the other side of Life Under the gun - the answer that I was looking for Was under the sign just 3 blocks down past the liquor store (Still gotta a place for ya) Club Algeria just as cool as it used to be Club interior - bare your soul with some dignity Club Algeria - Egypt waits for your rosaries Club Algeria - Sweet music drawn from sacred scriptures Dancing rug to rug Poor outside losers live so empty Disconnected from our SMPTE code... Glad to see your face here I believe I know your name Yes I’ve got a gold solution for your tears Under the gun? - Ms. Wheel of Fortune will take the floor Under the sign You won’t believe what we have in store (Still gotta a place for ya) Club Algeria just as cool as it’s always been Club interior bare your soul and a little skin Club Algeria just as smooth as it used to be Club Interior - Egypt cries for your rosaries Special guitar Tuning for this piece : C#G# D# G# A# D#
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ZOMBIES IT’S ALRIGHT JT : They got a nuclear pie designed with little flags that shoot out. So you can salute before you eat. These words are just a mere distraction Pure evil from the big machine And this song is more a private action From one who wonders what they mean Live forever - bright and sunny Crushes ice and filters on it's own Makes things whiter and it's natural Makes you strong and strengthens up your bones Zombies it's all right Sister is there to shelter you Zombies it's all right Father is there to keep you in (line) For the children - In their interest A proper bible puts them right on track Cut some programs - Raise the taxes For all to prosper we must all give it back Zombies it's all right Sister is there to shelter you Zombies it's all right Father is there to keep you in line It's all right... It's all right Well these words are just a mere distraction Strip off the wax and study the facts And this song is more a private action Against all the greed and fiction that's needed to fool The fools who believe the rich must know better Well they couldn't give a flyin' rat’s ass about us at all! Healthy testing - Smart and wholesome We can learn to build a safer world For the future - here's the answer One more explosion and we'll have a cure Zombies it's all right Sister is there to shelter you Zombies it's all right Father is there to keep you in (line) Zombies it's all right Sister is there to show you the light Well it's all right Here comes a stable full of frozen pies... to eat! These words were for your own protection Pure goodness from the big machine And this song was just a private action From someone who knows not what he means... (From Slipcode)
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BOUNCE IT HERE! Live it and love it and teach it and pump it Yeah and live it and love it again Live it and love it and teach it and pump it Yeah and live it and love it again Live it and love it and teach it and pump it Yeah and live it and love it again Live it and love it and teach it and bounce it here! KG / KB: chill dialogue... Smell it and cook it and sell it and eat it Yeah and Smell it and Cook it Again Smell it and cook it and sell it and eat iT Yeah and Smell it and Cook it Again Smell it and cook it and sell it and eat it Yeah and Smell it and Cook it Again Smell it and cook it and sell it and bounce it here! KG / KB: More chill “conversating” and “give me all your money” ... BOUNCE! Goonfed Bulkeraser Chalkmeat Palumbra spews: Ah Rayzon, Rayzon. You entirely too filthy Rayzon. No bastard freak of mine without prior phoning shall invade my near sighted “Blah-Hair” beyond what swells in thine own utero. For I am come and my will at arms length and that of the Lord hadth granted me double exposure to paste a final sink trap to this incestuous linkage. WHAT IS THIS? Hooper from Jaws replies: Tiger Shark! Mr. Stromboli: Ah what? WHAT IS THIS? “Doo Wop Diddy Up” etc... Live it and love it and teach it and pump it Yeah and live it and love it again Live it and love it and teach it and pump it Yeah and live it and love it again Live it and love it and teach it and pump it Yeah and live it and love it again Live it and love it and teach it and bounce it here! The Priest (pretending he’s Captain Beefheart) describes his feelings about the whole situation: Opus petroleum swoggled in fractured dispersements bubble rap slooping off the surrounding clip cards and corky containments. I knew right away that a randy wire of heated ozone exasperation would throttle and thruttle in my own existential eroticism... Live it and love it and teach it and Bounce it here!
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YOU THINK I’M OUT OF MY MIND You think I’m out of my mind Tell something I don’t know already You think I’m way out of line Tell me what I haven’t weighed already I guess everybody’s got their point of view I’ll keep to mine - leave yours to you But when we’re here There’s always a small hidden agenda Conspiracies can sometimes come in twos You think I’m out of my mind Tell something I don’t know already You think I’m way out of line Tell me what I haven’t weighed already You say you’re a friend of mine Then you cut me into tiny jagged pieces Break the bread - pour some wine Patch me up and point out all the creases Well It’s gotten stupid Where I can’t even speak my mind And tell you things I’d really love to do And I keep wondering why I keep falling for you baby I keep calling for you baby Well maybe I’m in love! Nah...That’s not it... Definitely not it. ‘Cause I know that everything you know is wrong. You think I’m out of my mind Tell something I don’t know already You think I’m way out of line Tell me what I haven’t weighed already You think I’m out of my mind Tell something I don’t know already You think I’m way out of line Tell me what I haven’t weighed already You say you’re a friend of mine Grease the palm then rob me blind Eat my bread and spill the wine And cut me into pieces... You say you’re a friend of mine Grease the palm then rob me blind Eat my bread and spill the wine And cut me into pieces etc…
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Gotta Go Now 04:12
GOTTA GO NOW You say you're a bumblebee and I say you're a bat You voted republican and I don't go for that Well maybe it's time we call it quits And go our separate ways Maybe it's time we close our lips There's nothin' more to say Gotta go now Gotta make some new mistakes Gotta go now Where happiness awaits You say there's a holy land and I say that there's not You get all religimus and I become a snot Well maybe it's time we call it quits And go our separate ways Maybe it's time we close our lips There's nothin' more to say but Gotta go now Gotta make some new mistakes Gotta go now The taxi cab awaits Hiss goes the kitty as I pack for the city In a dream I had In goes the coin for another broken meter And it makes me mad And I'm off to feelin' trapped again by your embrace And I can never find the right words or the time or place To tell you why... Well maybe it's time we call it quits And go our separate ways Maybe it's time we close our lips There's nothin' left to say but Gotta go now Gotta make some new mistakes Gotta go now Where happiness awaits Vista allocation from the lunch box committee Can you tell me where I should go? etc...
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Oh, Wow It's You Again (free) 04:03
OH WOW, IT’S YOU AGAIN When I'm sure you're gone at last I make believe that I have no past I make a cheer and wipe away all the tears Take another room - Find another friend And when I feel that you're not real I stop and then Oh wow, it's you again How odd I should meet you here Oh wow, it's you again You haunt me - You taunt me Why don't you disappear? This hotel had a view One brick wall and shades of blue I paid my bill and started over again I flipped another penny - counted up to ten I let her rip just like a gypsy dog and then ( chorus ) In this warm foreign place There's not one familiar face It seems this time I left myself far behind I write another letter I know I'll never send I lock the door and walk out for some air and then... Oh wow, it's you again How odd I should meet you here Oh wow, it's you again You haunt me - You taunt me Why don't you disappear? *In my head it seems so easy to work the pieces in We had much in common you and I But the picture becomes ugly As the truth solidifies And just when I should realize That it's me I've got to find... Oh wow, it's you again How odd I should meet you here Oh wow, it's you again You haunt me - You taunt me Why don't you disappear? Words & Music © 1970 by Walter Becker & Donald Fagen Published by MCA Universal Pub. - All rights reserved. *Additional lyrics and melody by John Tabacco (sesac)
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I NEED A SWEET REVELATION Gone fishin - my mission: To change these raccoon eyes Deep dishin - just wishin’ to catch me one big fry But my neck keeps breakin’ My back is achin’ And stress is in my bones My thoughts keep switchin’ My brain keeps itchin’ It’s a complicated world Like an oyster in a pearl I need a sweet revelation Fill me with stars that make heaven shine Send me a sweet consolation This waiting around is waste of time Now that I’m free I’ve been lost on the wire Quick shower - Take a powder and freshen up my clothes Big hour at the tower to meet my angel rose But my mind is flirtin’ with why I’m hurtin’ And how the world’s unfair And all my prayin’ just finds me sayin’ It’s complicated life - Like a spoon within a knife I need a sweet revelation Fill me with stars that make heaven shine Send me a sweet consolation This waiting around is waste of time I need a sweet revelation Fill me with stars that make heaven shine Now that I’m free I’ve been lost like a child And all that I feel is heartache Now that I see that a friend is worthwhile I’m ready to ditch this heartbreak Erase this mother rifle that tries to keep me stifled A sweet revelation Either put up or shut up but please... Do Something! (Awful solo and genuine frustration ensues): JT : Do something! Even if you have to play a bad solo - do something! My God I want something to happen so soon! I can't stand this waitin' around stuff! it drives me nuts! Just - just tell me what's goin' on! Christ! It's like I'm stuck in some sort void. It's "SLIDERS" or something! What's going on! Every time I wake up! I need a sweet revelation Fill me with stars that make heaven shine Send me a sweet consolation This waiting around is waste of time
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CHARLOTTE DOESN’T CARE Jump down and scratch the sofa And run just as fast as When you pull your hand from a stove Her nose is cold But Charlotte’s unaware She’s into mischief and she’ll get away No, Charlotte doesn’t care She’s small Charlotte doesn’t care As long as she’s got a moth to bully by the stairs She will slice it with her sharp nails And lick it on the rug See a sun flair Get distracted - forget to eat the bug Is that a rubber band next to the chair? Charlotte doesn’t care As long as she’s got dry food The same she eats each day It makes me wonder how she stands it But she won’t complain Though sometimes she will cry When no one’s around to rub her belly Lazy Happy Charlotte - Life is in the now It’s all a blur to this fur ridden lynx But what she’s thinks, may be slightly more advanced than a cow And she can sure chase her tail a lot faster But Charlotte doesn’t care No, Charlotte’s unaware Unless a ghost is on the stairs She’s small. I like tiny Charlotte This cat doesn’t ask me to make cassettes. You know what I’m sayin’?
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WATCH YOU FLY It's cold here and it's dry So high above the Earth, the sky is Stars turn at your request This way might be better Might be best But through every bank and turn As you wheel across the sky I'll right off your wing And I'll watch you fly
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D.L.T.M 03:18
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OH MY DARLINGS The energy is gone - it's over We pulled the final plug the other night Hangin' by a thread for light years Eventually we gave into the fight Where are the dreams that we planted? None of the seeds survived All of us left broken hearted When the heat wave arrived Memories up flames, - it's crazy And the family ties have all been broke Try to filter out the pain, - it's endless We blew away the only hope we had So many friends have departed I can only guess where they have gone So many things that were started Will they ever be done? Oh my darlings Wait until the sun can shine again once more Oh my darlings Treasures await behind that old back door I wish that I could wake up - And suddenly realize it's been a dream Find us like the first time x'ing out the negativity's I still don't regard any moment As wasted time in the lives of fools I still believe there's a reason For the crazy things we do Oh my darlings Wait until the sun can shine again once more Oh my darlings Treasures await behind that old back door Oh my darlings - Oh my darlings Oh my darlings Well equal rights and rocket ships and holidays and paintings, Promises of movie deals and waiting around... In the dark remains of faith I sit and wonder Where would we be now? If everybody cared... If everybody shared the common light
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THE TIME WILL COME When the weather's right Senses unfurl bringing back a picture Of another place Not a happy world but one that really hurt you It's enough to make you crash And it's hard to let it be It's enough to make you crash yeah... But just before you give it up Remember what will be Because the time will come When the sun will close it’s eyes And the memories of this world will be forgotten Now if you spend your nights Thinkin' of what was and how you could have changed it And it's like a crime Just lettin' out a laugh ‘Cause promises were broken Better take a look around You’ve got friends and love that’s real Better take a look around yeah... And be grateful for the suffering You don’t have to feel ‘Cause the time will come When the sun will close it’s eye And the memories of this world will be forgotten Yes the time will come When they’ll be no need for living In that time we’ll be In a place that’s more forgiving of ourselves Blow out the candles Go ‘head and bury the scandals now Just Blow out the candles For There's only room for now There's only room for NOW! ‘Cause the time will come When the sun will close it’s eyes And the memories of this world will be forgotten Yes the time will come When they’ll be no need for dying In that time we’ll be In a place that’s more forgiving of ourselves Well, the time will come When the sun will close it’s eyes And the memories of this world will be forgotten Yeah the time will come for all of us someday
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ND : Oh a hat! JT : No! Get the hell out of here! ND : No get the hell outta here! JT : What are slowing down for a hat? What, are you crazy? ND: (laughs) LT : It's a cowboy hat. JT : You know... Alan Arkin : What are you slowing down for? We're being shot at. She wants to slow down for a hat! JT : (laughs) Alan Arkin : They're shooting at us. They're firing missiles from the ground. The woman wants to stop for a hat in the middle of the road! JT : Ahhh Alan Arkin : There's soldiers all around us. Jesus, god only knows what's coming outta the the sky. JT : (laughs) Alan Arkin : She wants to sell a hat to me! Move the car! Go! Get the hell out of here! What are you crazy? Jesus! What are you out of your mind? My god! JT : (buzzing noise) Alan Arkin : Put your hands back in your pocket! Look, I told you don't - don't touch anything. We can not afford to pay these people back. JT : (slight inhale) Alan Arkin : They're much richer than we are. We can't afford this. They got a hole in the city It's a very big hole from hell But there ain't no breakfast waitin' down below There's a' hole in the city Not a very nice place to dwell But at least for now all the parking's free Manhattan's all but gone 'Til the air gets clear I gotta honk my horn There's a hole in the city (ah ooo) Friggin' hole in the city (ah ooo) Not much more to tell Sister Inthrax : The boy picked up the creature and cradled it in the crook of his arm as he fed it. The creature sucked the milk eagerly making a funny gurgling noise. And the shepards cried. And one of them commented, "Now that's a husky little fellow and hungry too."
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Jacque Cousteau : These are the men of Calypso. Battling the harshness of waves and weather; never forgetting that they are but a whale's testicle away from the brutal reality of death. Death: cold, unforgiving, unrelenting, inevitable. As the first signs of panic set in the men of the Calypso are struck with bitter irony that the ocean, a perpetual source of oxygen for this tiny planet and perhaps our greatest symbol of life, has become a death trap. Unconscionable. A watery grave from which there is no escape. Baby Brian Rivera : (coughing) JC : No escape. Baby Brian Rivera : (baby talk - faster coughing) JC : Buttress between the bars of his tiny crib the unsuspecting sibling reaches out in a friendly attempt to communicate with a beast. Baby Brian Rivera : Uh-oh JC : A beast that is going to make him into a sandwich. Baby Brian Rivera : A sandwich? (Gratuitous violence plays here...)

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The majority of the pieces on this CD were recorded from late 1996 through 1997. Remnants of the three previous solo discs also peak their way through the sound-scape tapestry providing yet more confounding continuity to my already esoteric, musical puzzle. There were a bunch of songs from this period that did not make this collection. They were left unfinished due to an increase of interest regarding SA3™ technology. Two of them (Call Me In The Morning and King Of Preachers) actually were started in late 1996 but were not completed until 2004. Many others would eventually be realized on CDs between 1999 - 2001.

Also, around this time, sleeping in the vocal booth became a nightmare. I used to crash on a futon that sat low to the ground. At night a subtle, cold breeze would seep through the bottom of the vocal booth door (probably picking up various clientele and feline mold) and quietly sneak into my nose. I’d wake up with a soar / dry throat and a sharp pain in my sinuses. Real sharp - like a mad devil beast drilling tin foil into my upper teeth! It was awful. I’d just be pacing back and forth down in the studio at four in the morning crying for relief just wishing someone would comfort me; totally not fun and certainly not conducive to recording and singing. In fact, several times I seriously pondered suicide but those thoughts were constantly thwarted by an enthusiastic Bob Ball phone call i.e “John, it’s Bob!”

On the positive side, Sound Archeology™ like I mentioned before was starting to make some noise in the audio world. Canada’s Audiophilia Magazine did a great interview with Bob Ball and we received a positive review in Hi-Fi Choice Magazine (a British magazine). The SA3 RISC Process was developed at this time and this was the first album that was mastered with it. It sounded 47% better than the previous CDs Bob and I mastered, so of course with the help of Bob’s infinite patience I remastered them all again. It did sound better though. In fact, we would soon meet with the legendary Les Paul, Rolling Stones producer Rob Fraboni and Mr. Keith Richards because of the improvement in sound. It finally seemed like things were looking up. And speaking of up:

This collection is dedicated to those who pray we don’t get obliterated by a big screaming asteroid.
I suppose the time will come. When it does, hopefully we can avoid it - JT 11/9/97

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released September 7, 2014

Natural Technical Scoop:

Recorded and Mixed at Sonic Underground Recording Studios 1992-97
All engineering, mixing, editing etc. by JT except
Tell Me Why Then -Mixed by Bob Ball (courtesy of Sound Archeology™)

Re-Mastering: Bob Ball and JT - Sound Archeology™ SARIC

Art Work and Layout - Arty Rukidin © 1993- 97 by Farben Fosfeen Art
Cover Photo by Ed Muller, Little Harbor Studios, Port Jefferson, NY
Charlotte Photo Courtesy of Sirka Louca

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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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