1. |
Good Intentions
05:02
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YUPPIE #1:
This is how it feels to have it all:
Money, youth and love
In the greatest city in this world
D:
This is how it feels to have it all:
Power shirts and yellow ties -
GRUB:
And good intentions -
D:
Big ideas -
GRUB:
Forgotten by the end of Happy Hour
CHRIS, YUPPIES, PLACID, JONAH, GORGISSIMA:
Everyone you lost will find you in the city of gold.
YUPPIE #2:
This is how it feels to have it all:
Ten years' real-world time
YUPPIE #3:
No wife, no house, no children
YUPPIES:
Can I go to my high-school reunion like this?
CHRIS, D, GRUB, PLACID, JONAH, GORGISSIMA:
Rising from the basements
Conquering the city
Shining on the rooftops
Conquering the city of gold
D:
The towers rise, the rooftops shine
Lit with eight million flickering lives
And one is mine, one tiny taste
My life to use, or wreck, or waste
And while the best intentions built
This city trimmed in chrome and gilt
The steel and concrete, strong beneath
Are lost from sight and mind and reach
D, GRUB:
The towers rise, the rooftops shine
Lit with eight million flickering lives
And one is mine, one tiny taste
My choice, my life to use or waste
I want to break the chain of days
I want to rise and shine
I want to choose
I want to move
To know just how it feels to have it all
CHRIS, YUPPIES, PLACID, JONAH, GORGISSIMA:
I want to break the chain of days
I want to rise and shine
I want to choose I want to move
I want to rise and shine
D, GRUB:
The moon will rise, the stars will shine
Like Chinese lanterns in the sky
Like Disco balls, like colored gels
Like sparking strobes, like vacant eyes
Like canvas white, see how it shines
I'll paint my life on it tonight
I'll paint it red
I'll paint this town
In blood, in shame, in crimson sundown
Paint it red I'll paint this town
Look up, look up, look up
It's sundown
CHRIS, YUPPIES, PLACID, JONAH, GORGISSIMA:
Falling through the skylight
D:
Twilight in the city of gold.
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2. |
Get Up Get Out
04:56
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DJ:
This is your dance captain speaking, and that was the sound of your inflated expectations for tonight crashing. Don't worry, kids - there's always tomorrow. In the meantime, you don't have to go home, but... well, yeah, you do, cause no place else is open. Get up... get out... go on... go home!
GRUB:
Wrap a crisp hundred-dollar bill around a wad of Washingtons
Flashy bait, you can fish all night - you can dazzle everyone
But when you're all out of Maxim jokes and your hundred bucks is blown
Will the singles be enough to get your bridge-and-tunnel ass home alone?
YUPPIE #1:
I don't get it.
YUPPIE #4:
Man, these guys are just pathetic.
YUPPIE #3:
Would you morons care to step outside?
D:
Blue and yellow doesn't work for me. You need some other colors in your lives.
YUPPIE #2:
Hey! That's a hundred-fifty dollar shirt! I'll tear your gutter trash ass in two -
JONAH:
Listen, better in the gutter with Bacon and Burroughs than in Yupsville with the likes of you!
D:
We do not run, we do not hide
And like the tide, we rise
JONAH, GRUB:
We rise
D:
You bought your round and I bought mine
D, JONAH, GRUB:
Get up, get out, go on, go home
D:
Two roads diverge in a wood, and now each of us must choose his path
As I turn from your paved, safe and well-lit road, you people look at me and laugh and laugh and laugh
I head down the dark, uncharted way with my flashlight and my pen
And the rest of you little assholes are never heard from again
D, JONAH, GRUB, PLACID, GORGISSIMA, CHRIS:
We do not run, we do not hide
And like the tide, we rise, we rise
You bought your round and I bought mine
Get up, get out, go on, go home
YUPPIE #3:
I'll shove those fancy words back down your throat -
YUPPIE #1:
I'm gonna poetry-slam your fag behind -
TANK:
Uh, buddy, I don't think you're breaking balls tonight... unless you'd like to try your luck with mine.
CARLA:
I know these boys are not the sweetest drunks, and they like to run their mouths
But I'm sorry, fellas -
CARLA, TANK:
These three are property of the house.
JONAH:
We do not run, we do not hide -
TANK:
Big man, relax. It's closing time.
CARLA:
Go sleep it off... be in by nine.
CARLA, TANK:
Get up, get out, go on, go home!
CARLA, TANK, D, GRUB, JONAH, GORGISSIMA, PLACID, CHRIS:
Get up, get out, go on, go home
Get up, get out, get up, get out
Get up, get out, go on, go home!
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VICTORIA:
In movies about women written by men
The secret to life is plastic
When the gossip stops, we shop til we drop
Order Thai, and look fantastic
CHRIS:
In real life, you can't cure a heartache
With fancy takeout and chocolate cake
PLACID:
In real life, there's more to feeling fine
Than an expensive purse and a bottle of wine
CHRIS, VICTORIA: WHOO!
PLACID, PRICE:
Be strong, we can overcome
Years of Working Girl putting us on
PRICE:
To make it in this world, you need a concrete chin
Not a "head for business and a bod for sin".
PRICE, CHRIS, VICTORIA, PLACID:
I'm sick of movies about women written by men, hey!
GORGISSIMA:
Did I hear ladies talking about shopping?
PRICE, CHRIS, VICTORIA, PLACID:
Hey!
GORGISSIMA:
Oh, you did. You went shopping without me! I hate you!
VICTORIA:
Gorgissima, look! For Latin Night at the club tonight: Oscar De La Renta!
GORGISSIMA:
Wow, how fabulous! I really, really hate you.
PRICE:
In movies about women written by men
Clever means curt and petty
Whispered words about boys and clothes
Are enough to turn us catty
CHRIS:
In real life, we can work it out
We've got more important things to worry about.
PLACID:
In real life, it's understood:
You don't have to wear Oscar to look hella good.
VICTORIA:
What?
Um, if you had a problem with my dress, Placid, you could have said something in the store, like before I dropped t***d dollars on it.
PLACID:
Oh, Victoria, that is NOT what I meant.
VICTORIA:
Then what did you mean? You know, mastering the Bedazzler doesn't exactly make you the President of Taste.
PRICE:
Okay, girls, just agree to disagree.
PLACID: But I didn't -
PRICE, CHRIS, GORGISSIMA:
Hey!
VICTORIA:
But I only -
PRICE, CHRIS, GORGISSIMA:
Hey! Hey!
PRICE:
Pass the chicken tikka makhni to me, and agree to disagree!
CHRIS, PLACID, VICTORIA, GORGISSIMA:
WHOO!
PLACID, PRICE:
Be strong, we can overcome
Years of Steel Magnolias putting us on
PRICE:
"If you don't have anything nice to say about anybody, come sit by me!"
PRICE, CHRIS, VICTORIA, PLACID, GORGISSIMA:
I'm sick of movies about women written by men, hey!
I'm sick of movies about women written by men
Sick of books about women written by men
Sick of jokes about women written by men
Sick of T V about women written by men
Sick of theater about women written by men
Sick of songs about women written by men
Sick of movies about women written by men
Yes I am, yes I am, yes I really really am, hey!
PRICE:
Should we call the guys?
GORGISSIMA:
Oh, you mean you didn't hear?
PLACID:
Our three party boys overdid it on the beer
And threw down with some bar yuppies twice their size
GORGISSIMA:
Only Tank could postpone their untimely demise.
PLACID:
So let the boys recover.
CHRIS:
Yeah, if I know D
He's sitting home in the dark feeling guilty
PLACID:
Sounds about right.
And if I know Jonah
He's fast asleep on the chair in the corner
GORGISSIMA:
Ha, more like passed out.
PRICE:
Maybe so, but if I know Grub
He's laying on his bed writing songs about -
PLACID:
Fucking?
PRICE:
Love!
PLACID:
Honey, Grub doesn't write songs about love. He writes songs about fucking. There, you hear that? Listen.
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4. |
Caffeine
04:13
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GRUB:
I call my muse
For I need to get laid
To get laid, I need a chick
To get a chick, I must look cool
To look cool, I need to lie
To lie creatively, I must have -
JONAH:
Fuck! Shut up!
GRUB:
You did it again, dude. You got crazy last night.
Hey Jonah ...
Little Jonah, sweetie Jonah, baby Jonah ...
JONAH:
Jesus, what?
GRUB:
What do you know about caffeine?
I heard there's no caffeine in root beer. Is this true?
JONAH:
You woke me up to ask me this?
My head's on fire, I'm still half-pissed
And root beer ... Jesus Christ, you're thinking of Sprite.
Root beer has plenty of caffeine.
GRUB:
Check this out:
I've been clean of smack for eight months
Off methadone for three months, six days
I haven't smoked the herb in two weeks
And as of right now, I am through with booze.
Which leaves cigarettes ... and caffeine.
Kicking shit is easy for a guy like me
I can get over anything if I want to
Cleaning up is simpler than I thought it'd be
I guess I never get addicted - I just like it
Goddammit, where are my cigarettes?
What? I told you, I ain't quit smoking yet.
GRUB, JONAH:
Maybe tomorrow.
JONAH:
Aw, man, I need to talk to D.
You'll never guess who came into the club last night
Asking Tank about a man who led a kick-ass Albany band -
He said her name was ... Lucy.
GRUB:
Lucy? Here? In NYC? Looking for me?
JONAH:
For you, maybe ... or maybe for D.
GRUB:
Oh, wonderful. Maybe now His Artsiness will come out of retirement. So we can finally hear, after five long years, all those classic tunes like:
"Only Lucy can dig up the rest of me"
JONAH:
Don't let D hear you sing that shit.
GRUB:
"Only Lucy can figure out what's happened to me"
JONAH:
Do the part about the tree!
GRUB:
"Well, she's a tree that falls when there's no one around
And she's a hand that claps into no other hand.
She's a tree that falls when there's no one around
And she's a hand that claps into no other hand."
JONAH:
Oh, man ... it's getting dark. We gotta go downstairs. Carla's gonna throttle us.
GRUB:
Nah, I'm busy. But before you split ...
Jonah ...
Little Jonah, sweetie Jonah, baby Jonah ...
JONAH:
Yes, Grub?
GRUB:
Are you ever gonna change your clothes?
Or could you maybe take a shower, you slob?
You've worn those fucking rags for days
And you smell like bubonic plague
Hey, wait -
JONAH:
Yes, Grub?
GRUB:
Dude, bring me back a couple of beers?
Oh, shit, no - bring me a case of Sprite.
And cigarettes! Jonah? Jonah! Shit.
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5. |
Fabulous Inside
04:12
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GORGISSIMA:
Every goddess of the screen knows how to use her fists
Every rock god worth a ride has swivel in his hips
Every lovely pair of legs has SOMETHING in between -
And every show on Broadway needs at least one queen ...
Putting on a wig and heels is like taking off a skin
Painting up the outside to reveal the truth within
I'm stirring and evolving far beyond shy nature's plan
I'm waking up the butterfly who dreamt she was a man
GORGISSIMA, D, JONAH, GRUB, PLACID, PRICE, CARLA, CHRIS:
We are all born beautiful, we are all born proud
We are all born wild, we are all born screaming loud
It's a cruel world that tames us, that forces us to hide
But you can't hide forever when you're fabulous inside.
GORGISSIMA:
Tonight I rise like mercury, I rouge beyond the pale
I am as tempting as the slippery serpent swallowing its tail
The sequined asses shake to generate the heat and fire divine
I kick the alchemy sublime that turns lead blood to golden wine
So stay home, you boys and girls who are no more than boys and girls
It takes much more than plain old fashion sense to spin this stubborn world
You've got to know the feel of tight black leather, the tickle of an ostrich feather
How to give a heart attack - and how to take it back
Because there's gorgeous
And then there's GORGEOUS
There's SIMPLY gorgeous
There's FAB and gorgeous
There's UBER-gorgeous
There's FUCK ME gorgeous -
And then there's GORGISSIMA!
GORGISSIMA, D, JONAH, GRUB, PLACID, PRICE, CARLA, CHRIS:
We are all born beautiful, we are all born proud
We are all born wild, we are all born screaming loud
It's a cruel world that tames us, that forces us to hide
But you can't hide forever when you're fabulous inside.
GORGISSIMA:
Every goddess of the screen knows how to use her fists
Every rock god worth a ride has swivel in his hips
Every lovely pair of legs has SOMETHING in between -
And every show on Broadway needs at least one queen ...
And tonight, that queen is me!
Behold! Beware! Be mine!
Welcome... to Club Cibola!
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6. |
Magnetic North
03:35
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DJ:
Well, hello down there, muchachos. This is your DJ, Señor Mr. G, listo para llevarlos a los "Highest Trails Above". Y'all look so good tonight, pero no veo a nadie sudando asi es que tenemos que hacer algo al rrrrrrespecto ahora mismo. Welcome to Cibola!
D:
There's a great big hole in the sky above the North Pole
Opened by a bullet that was fired from the Grassy Knoll
D, JONAH:
Ripped out wide by the spray of the brain
And the blood and the bone that was something Cobain
DJ:
And the hole in the sky is a hole into Hell
D.B. Cooper jumped in, and he fell and he fell
Now he rots in the silt twenty-three fathoms down
GORGISSIMA, DJ:
With a hundred unsinkable ships.
DJ:
Swing it.
D, GRUB, JONAH, TANK, CHRIS. VICTORIA, GORGISSIMA, PLACID, PRICE, CARLA:
Back and forth, until we find magnetic north
Swing it back and forth, until we find magnetic north
YUPPIE #2, YUPPIE #4:
Swing it! Swing it!
YUPPIE #4:
You want a war?
GRUB:
Hollow earth lit up by a tiny sun
The sun spins around at night - look up, I can prove it now
Those are not stars, those are Chinese lights
D:
There's a great big hole in the sky above the North Pole
Opened by a bullet that was fired from the Grassy Knoll
Like a mirror image of a crack in the equator
Full of arsenic, Hawaiian Punch and sewer alligators
GRUB, TANK:
And the hollow earth is a ball of fire tonight
GRUB, D:
Yeah, the future is bright in this nuclear light
It shines like the Hope Diamond
DJ:
And the hollow earth overflows with lemon drops
And we're jumping like bugs in a microwave
Dancing and twitching - and why?
DJ, D, GRUB, JONAH, TANK, CHRIS. VICTORIA, GORGISSIMA, PLACID, PRICE, CARLA:
Because we're supposed to!
DJ:
Swing it.
D, GRUB, JONAH, TANK, CHRIS. VICTORIA, GORGISSIMA, PLACID, PRICE, CARLA:
Back and forth, until we find magnetic north
Swing it back and forth, until we find magnetic north
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7. |
Saratoga
02:42
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Words and music by Jed Davis
Published by Eschatonality/ASCAP, all rights reserved
Dicky Barrett: vocals (TANK)
Shea Diamond: vocals (CHRIS)
Bryan Thomas: vocals (JONAH)
Heather Maloney: vocals (PRICE)
Lindsey Anderson: vocals (PLACID)
Miss Guy: vocals (GORGISSIMA)
Wendy Ip: vocals (CARLA)
Jed Davis: keyboards
Alex Dubovoy: guitars
Mike Keaney: bass
Joe Abba: drums, tambourine
Produced by Jed Davis
Recorded by Jed Davis at the Ramones Loft, New York, NY, and Pile of Sound
Additional recording by John Delehanty at O Studios, Albany, NY and Merle Chornuk at Pilot Studios, New York,, NY
Mixed by Tim Latham
Mastered by Howie Weinberg
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8. |
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D:
She was right in front of me tonight
She was right in front of me tonight
She filled her space, a ghost returned
To undo lessons long since learned
As she placed herself right in front of me
And she smiled at me
And she spoke
Oh, she spoke to me
And then, of course, she walked away.
And I'll never forget her now
I can never forget her now
At the edge of expectation, she'll always be
Right in front of me
Right in front of me
Right in front of me
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