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We May Call You Statue / You're Gonna Die Someday / Cold & Empty

from Ongoing Reflectamenta by John Tabacco

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Words and Music © 1982 by John Tabacco
Published by It Iz What It Iz Music (SESAC)

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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

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from Ongoing Reflectamenta, released October 9, 2018
JT : Vocals, Drums, Guitar, Keyboards, Bass
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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