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Creatureflectamenta (Suite)

from Creatureflectamenta by John Tabacco

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Words and Music © 1982/1983 by John Tabacco
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC) except:
Free Man © 2013 by John Tabacco and Peter Kearns
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC)

lyrics

I'VE GOT CREATURES IN MY YARD

No beans about it babe!
I’ve Got Creatures In My Yard
They’ve been growing so awfully fast
Spreading into my secret tree
Deconstructing heroes that would comfort me

(Listen up!)

On certain days of humid dust
Paranoia is home for lunch
Morals crumble and fences rot
Faith begins to falter into stomach knots
Boy, it’s not like I thought it would be,
I mean, I need another shoulder

Whoa! I did not expect them to infiltrate my
inner draws!


I’ve got creatures in my eyes!
I shut them out but it’s no surprise
SURPIRSE!
I can’t escape them, I never could
‘Scuse me if I throw up, I don’t feel so good
I don’t feel... so good! etc...
I’ve got creatures in my yard
Backstabbing creatures in my God... Hey...

No beans about it babe the slugs in my back are growing
Can’t see no relief and babe
My subconscious fears are showin’
If I let’em out I’m afraid they’ll do me in!

In a creamy dentist office where my vision comes to rest
I see a paper plate fly like a frisbee (“Don’t ask me why!”)
TENT you’re outrageous! You’re so contagious!
Hummm,I want that frisbee!
But I’m afraid that if my clenching tools extend
I may never play the drums again
“Rainy Days And Mondays”,
It’s like they looped it in my head
Over and over and over again

All American Bumble Bat is craving!
All American Bumble Bat is craving to bleed:
Styreen Mo’Betta - Styreen Mo’Betta and you!
Which is to say me, which is to say you, which is to say :

I’ve got creatures in my yard
Beneath the wax of my poker cards
I’m holding out but it’s getting tough
“Suicide delinquent” should they call a bluff
No beans about it babe
One bag wrapped around and over
Hot car in a parking vein
Inside nitrous ox is blowin’
Well let me out!
Before I sink too deep!

FREE MAN

Little sister wave goodbye
I ain't comin' back no more
Little sister don't you cry
Save your tears and close the door

I'm gonna be a free man
Lay my bones on rolling water
I'm gonna be a free man
Watch me rove across them borders

Oh the places I will go
In my favorite ramblin' shoes 
Have my Winter Fresh™ in tow
While I shake the hand of someone new

I'm gonna be a free man
Lay my bones on rolling water
I'm gonna be a free man
Watch me rove across them borders
Just wanna be a free man
Though I'm full of rules I can't escape 
Like a thorn in the side
It keeps you occupied
It keeps you occupied

The world is mine to fill my head
until my memory’s almost full
Little sister before I’m dead
I’d like to ride that golden bull

I'm gonna be a free man
Lay my bones on rolling water
I'm gonna be a free man
Watch me rove across them borders

Just wanna be a free man
Though I'm full of rules I can't escape
Like a thorn in the side

It keeps you occupied
Ahhhh hah Ahhh
It Keeps You Occupied
It Keeps You Occupied
I just wanna ride etc…

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 an 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

credits

from Creatureflectamenta, released October 28, 2018
JT : Vocals, Drums, Guitar, Bass, Keyboards

I've Got Creatures In My Yard - Recorded at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY in 2003. Bass overdub done at Suburban Hermit Studios, Stony Brook, NY in 2018

Free Man
JT : Vocals, Programming, Piano
Peter Kearns : Back up vocals, Piano
Recorded at Peter Kearns Studio in New Zealand and Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY

We May Call You Statue, You're Gonna Die Someday, Cold and Empty
Recorded and mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY

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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.

For more info : www.johntabacco.net
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