1. Storybook Disease (Koski)
I have broken many dreams, but like broken hearts they seem to mend with ease IÕve traversed the open sea with a grain of guts and a gallon of need but IÕm tired and IÕm easily fixed a hair trigger in this one's breed IÕm upset with upsetting things and always sad to see the good things leave (Chorus) so whatÕs wrong you? so what's wrong with you? so what's wrong with you? she says oh, what's wrong with you is what's wrong with me long lost negotiations make in hell to break my nerves toiled and fought my way to the top, I haven't done but have tried at least to deserve shiny things on golden jeweled plates aren't just handed out for those in need oh IÕve learned and IÕm learning still that staying idle is the worst disease I blame myself for breaking promises I made to myself in so called "dire need" but I won't apologize for the cursed words IÕve laid upon those that I blamed it's no use to toil over this isn't life to be a simple thing? it's a flux, a want for worth that I need to dispel those need
2. Jackie Jab (Bonnel/Koski/Wickersham)
Jakie Jab is looking fab. He's got treble and a bass and a big tab. He's got oil in his hair from Arab and when he falls down, he dalls smack dab. (Chorus) hey fellas, get him a cab, whatÕs his name - Jackie jab!
Three square means everyday, but nothings square about the American way. his friends get off on Doris Day and he hasn't a clue what to say. (Chorus) hey fellas, get his a car, whatÕs his name - Jackie jab! (Repeat 1st verse)
3. Tied Down, Spit On (Koski)
You better go, or you'll be stepped on with your sharpened bayonette boots you'll be long gone you gotta go, You gotta get on with all the glory of good riches you've been brainwashed
(Chorus) and as for all the days and what you'll do with them, just spend some quiet time you need some rest to mend. you're getting slow, you're getting old now, you gotta run, just like you used to, you're tied down, boy, you've been tied down and spit on.
4. Teenage Genocide (Koski/Wickersham)
well, you don't really know what you wanna do except to spend some time just being you but the game's unfair and the stakes are high what with the threat of being embalmed in formaldehyde
I don't wanna go before my time
I don't wanna go before my time
well you've got good time to put down a few so you take carrier castanyer down to the club its the only fuckin place that'll serve you a tiny hideaway from parents, work and school
it's just like teenage genocide
it's just like teenage genocide
now that you can cast your coat and elect a joke but you'd better not fuck, dream, drink or smoke and watch your back when the man offers you a ride because it's just like teenage genocide
5. Catastrophe (Koski)
you can't believe your children you can't believe your wife, you can't take the credit fucking up your life. some people don't believe me when I tell them "IÕm alive" they see me walking so slowly they think IÕm too uptight (Chorus) it's a catastrophe such a strange way to live well let me try a new strategy IÕll and make it work IÕll take myself away and get out of the dirt (Chorus)
6. Mr. Believer (Koski)
pick up the lines between your eyes grow up and get yourself to feeling younger longer for the sunshine waiting for an early rise won't it just shame you? shall I stop and blame you? no one's gonna call you an ambitious teacher or a "get things done" move on to the next one achiever (Chorus) you will always be nearly a dreamer you got by the misleading name of Mr. Believer caustic remarks throw you aside distraught with disbelief buried alive oh and I have seen the likes of you grow weaker each passing, men like me digging your grave deeper rapped up and blindfolded barely breathing broke nowhere to go but eyes still shining you crass cowardly clown there's no "Shangri-La" and it don't get any better than right where you are
7. Well Wisher (Koski)
slow motion cigarettes hang from your sweaty lips five bottles of stale, pissy ale stumble to your pale wrists thin man with unkept hair clean shave, but a glassy stare you've lost it all boy, and so young (Chorus) I'll remember times like these with a bit of satisfaction I remember somber days and with more to come, surely won't forget them. Stick figure twig of a boy toothy grin, a slim bit of poise he says "I'll take you down with one blow" and though we laugh, he does quite well. (Chorus) These are times where we all look onward not what's now, but what's to come a lot of pride and a shade of hope, am I the only one who gets the fucking joke?
8. No Place In The Sun (Bonnel/Koski)
she came over, but I was spent no money involved 'cause it came and went IÕm so tired, she thinks that's bent it fills up my pockets and it pays my rent I won't hold my breath for that time to come I exhale an exasperating sum she said "you're washed up", IÕm not close to being done there's plenty of room in the shadows, but not in the sun no place in the son, my sun
IÕm not even close to being done that guy there, he's a big boy's hobnob he's got no integrity, he's a lazy slob compared to me he's quite famous, but IÕve got a job loose lips take sips from the goblet gob there's no time for me, but just you wait and see if IÕm counting on me, IÕll need to calculate now she's tired of standing there, hey that takes the cake 'cause the sun comes over, and she's always in the way (in the way... get the fuck out 'my way)
9. A Petty Wage (Koski)
I've said and once too often, some things IÕd never say again. in streams of thoughts unbroken I fish for a few good men (chorus) Sundays and holidays and twelve hours straight no pay for bloody hands and believe me they pay a petty wage my poor self pity speaks with sobbing, mumbled words strewn with the awful taste of bad, cowardly prose (Chorus) IÕd take some time to get my posture set straight if I had the chance IÕd break and subdue the scheming hands of fate. wrap up your limp red mass of knuckles and fingertips it's fighting time and time to battle with your wits, time to spit back when you're spit upon, when you're left for head. time to hit the road when the road you're on had run out of tricks (Chorus) I don't want your Sundays & holidays of twelve hours straight no pay for bloody hands, no I don't want your fucking petty wage
10. Come On (Dison)
come on!
11. No Eager Men (Koski)
"he's just a shadow of what he used to be ever since I put him in his place" she's just a memory that's scarred him horribly and looks like lipstick on his face
this side of paradise is slow
no eager men go to the show.
except for me
she wore a bright red dress always looked half undressed and he stuck by her side like glue she'd give him perfect eyes smiled at him every time and when she spoke it was the truth now it's been twenty days sleepless and stupid days wasting good time on feeling bad she's taken everything greenbacks and anything that she could steal behind his back
12. Beached Sailor (Koski)
Off all the blessed intervals that defined ourselves as one I may remember only the last, as it's the interval you won IÕve thought about it and I just don't know (don't know quite where to go) IÕve been trying to relax, but can't remember how (a bit of rest is what I need now)
(Chorus) IÕve been a sailor, but a sailor who has never left his land who's trued to occupy an unstable mind with ridiculous daydreams now come the testing times where I dip my small toe in though the deepest waters freeze, if I jump in IÕll be free IÕm all along, and that's just as well (Without you facts do tell) fond whispers of unfound secrets, I still cant hear them so pray tell (Chorus) I can't accept it, (IÕm a beached sailor) cause I don't understand it (IÕm a beached sailor) IÕm lying stranded, (IÕm a beached sailor) like a beached sailor
13. (Take Me To The) Riverbank (Koski)
times have changed and the change of time's slow going my ramble tamble's still in tact and IÕve got plenty guts still showing all along the levy where we just sat and sometimes drank one the weeds are growing over all of our summer days long gone
(Chorus)
just take me to the riverbank with no clouds in the sky and if you do, I won't give my thanks but IÕll stay there, till I die
IÕve grown and shedded some IÕve shed the ones I used to care for it seems they're all long dead and gone but they're still up to the same chores along the endless streets that are now breeds of walking feet that I just don't have the time for (Chorus)
now I start to save my time pack my things and say good-bye unsatisfied and anxious now I want to blow away from here just take me to the riverbank just take me to the riverbank where waters run like some mistake and I can make my history...
14. Just Like Them (Koski/Bonnel)
well, IÕve fallen from the grace of a dog whatcha gonna do? IÕll scribble it down in my log I don't believe you! it wouldn't hurt to believe me well maybe just a little sting, clouds outside are rolling in right through my bolted door cold sweats are dampening me with their mediocre lore time spent in a welded life sealed tight shut like a lovers war I trusted you and took you in, but in the end you were like the rest you were just like them you were just like them "Them" Meaning the rotten end you were just like them now IÕm in this purgatory of self-inflicted shame I trust no one Don't talk no more "hello, have a good day" my big frowns were smiles once but now IÕve changed my ways this human race is spotted with a cruel, colored disgrace, and you're just like then, yes, you're just like them no more apologies spent cause you're just like them
15. Stars and Starlets (Bishop/Koski)
when the ballroom splendor and the glitzy glamour boys fall flat like cheap champagne, when the swirl of excitement and the sparkling smiles have fled into the folds of the night, when the haunts you most admired and the simple things you adored seem like a fraud of petty trinkets, when the fay has broken and the smooth words spoken and your finest moments spent, when the ache of wanting beauty and the lire of glossy perfection leaves you alone and weeping, when you hit the big time, when you hit the big time stars and starlets
16. Soldier Boy (Koski)
good solid build, this ripe young kid has sharpened up for killing men. polished new shoes and uniform not a bad sort "just came here on a whim" (Chorus) and now our soldier boy is missing home and now our little boy is dead as a stone. big toothy grin, peach fuzz on cheeks, snow-white combed hair, lanky physique. Mobile, but awkwardly made-up like some wannabe debutante. (Chorus) and now our soldier boy is leaving his own and this old rag-tag neighborhood has folded and gone
17. Last Chance (Koski)
the last of the daydreams have walked out the open door avoiding any problems they might've had with the social law well, I remember Tuesday and every last day of my life and IÕll never forget anything that stays with me at night it's the last chance for pretenders to go and get things done it's the last chance for daydreamers to live what they dream of this child is walking slowly his head bent to the ground watching each step taken and his shoes, a dirty brown and he don't want a companion, has got things to say, but don't wanna talk and I remember myself like him oh, I hope he don't also fall
go and get your army boots, my son go and get your music box, come on got and get your building clocks my son it's time to set your sails, my boy, and run
18. All Laced Up (But Pitfallen) (Boennel/Dison/Koski)
you've got to follow your traces because IÕve seen so many familiar faces unfinished races stolen bases fallen graces all laced up, but pitfallen the community heals while my eyes are still swollen my friends have picked up their paces while IÕm still tying my laces they're acting gracious with my patience my fallen graces
19. Expletive Deleted (Koski)
Look at my face turn it around IÕm the invisible man IÕm the expletive deleted give me my suit hand me my tie flash me a smile IÕm the expletive deleted take off my facial expression give me lines to say without reason IÕm an incredible sight an average obsession a beautiful dream with perfect discretion
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