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The Only Non-Classical Album You'll Ever Need
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by Joe Jack Wagner
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1.Bermuda Love Triangle 01:192.White Water Lily 01:493.Romance Novel Fire 00:474.Tumbleweed 01:535.6.Harms in memoriam 02:107.Il Signore è arrapato 01:058.9.Life for Dummies 02:2810.Le défibrillateur 03:1011.Desert Near Forest 02:2412.In Tarkovsky's Words 01:3913.Last Night in Germany 01:4914.Polish Film Blockade 01:2615.Nothing Personal 00:5216.Alzheimer 01:0917.Far Ends of Tired Days 02:0718.Turning Black 01:47- about
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released 07 May 2009
Written, performed and produced by JJW:
- DL: vocals, tenor sax
- CB: all other instruments
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- Track Name: Bermuda Love Triangle
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An open book, a table, a journal with coffee
stains, an article about heart surgery.
The TV is on but the channels don’t change,
your daughter is hot and the score is arranged.
Take a good look at her and a good look at me,
sir, I just can’t believe I could be so naive.
The radio’s on, now it all sounds the same;
your daughter is hot, but your wife is to blame…
All dressed up and nowhere to go
A loves B but B loves C
And there’s your triangle
Another look, a tower, a man with a gun,
and a serious urge to kill everyone.
The TV’s now HD, but the people don’t change.
Your daughter’s a slut and the sky’s out of range.
Take a good shot at her and a good shot at me,
sir, I still can’t believe that this isn’t a dream.
Just look at the rain, just look at the rain:
your daughter sure’s hot, but your wife has the brains…
All dressed up and nowhere to go
A loves B but B loves C
And there’s your triangle - Track Name: White Water Lily
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White Water Lily, how could you
grow up around here where it’s dry?
Your parents should have noticed that you cried.
White Water Lily, why don’t you
tell us what the real story is
Why did you inhale gas with the kids?
White Water Lily, don’t take it personal please.
You know Thomas Jefferson had 1, 8 and 7 slaves.
A hundred, a hundred, and eighty-seven!
You know the Irish used to say:
“Anything will fit a naked man.”
We all know what fiction is
We all know what fiction is
We all know Thomas Jefferson never said:
”That government is best that governs least.”
Although Groucho Marx really said:
“Well, who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?”
And so “Time and space are modes by which we think,
and not conditions in which we live.”
Yes, it’s just like Einstein said.
This is the end. - Track Name: Romance Novel Fire
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This is the story of a lifetime
Take a deep breath and a glass of red wine
We’re all gonna be real fine
Because you have to improve on the things that you do
Do the math and you’ll see, see what it means to be
Able to make a scene, romance novel fire...
This is a story of hysteria
Making heavy weather of being in love
With your brother in law
Because you have to improve on the things that you do
Do the math and you’ll see, see what it means to be
Able to make a scene, romance novel fire...
Romance novel fire - Track Name: Tumbleweed
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Asymmetrical in the make
Quite not hot fluke sum
Something must be blocking the sun
Now go away kid
Stop bothering the grown ups
Always knock on wood when you can
Can’t you understand?
Standing up for yourself is no fun
And go away kid
Come back when you’re one of us
A few more miles my friend, and we’ll be walking in the sand
A few more miles and you will understand…
Architecture is a dream
That you might realise
Don’t wake up, don’t wake up
Now go away kid
Stop bothering the grown ups
A mathematical birthday
A throat smoking moth
Mother of god, mother of god
And go away kid
Come back when you’re one of us
A few more miles my friend, and we’ll be walking in the sand
A few more miles and you will understand…
A few more miles my friend, and we’ll be walking in the sand
A few more miles and you will realise…
The sign said “If you lived here you’d be home by now.”
The sign said “Buckle up Virginia.”
The sign said “If you lived here you’d be home by now.”
And if I were you I’d be stupid by now. - Track Name: La position incompréhensible d'un chat
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La position incompréhensible d’un chat
Charivari chat oui ravi chavira
On ne naît pas rien, patati patata
On l’deviendra bien, un jour, etc.
La position incompréhensible d’un chat
Charivari chat oui ravi chavira
C’est qu’ça fait du bien, pas vrai, pap’para’pa?
Ce p’tit va et vient, carpe diem sous les draps
Che sara sara, Voie lactée, Sahara
Qui vivra verra, oui, mais ne
Com… pren… dra… pas… - Track Name: Harms in memoriam
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1. This summer has been up to what I imagined it would be.
2. In a circle is a line that breaks from every single point in space, joining the other for the next break, and so on.
3. I have read this account of the incident with all the interest it deserved, to my knowledge, until then.
4. Of course no one seemed to bother at first, still I kept reading, on and on, to the point where my throat went considerably soar, and thus made me unbearable to listen to.
5. And then comes the part where I can hardly recollect anything at all, having, as I have said in previous letters, the impression that I was, not followed, but, interestingly, preceded, just for the sake of it, by my own arms, unaware of what they were thinking, nor even able to tell tales, like the next place they would take me to, waving about like two complete strangers on a train from Berlin to Prague, going from the same place to the same place at the same time, and yet inexplicably unable to talk about or even admit how wonderful a coincidence that is. - Track Name: Il Signore è arrapato
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La fica è sempre la stessa,
è il portafica che cambia, maiala.
Fammi una sega.
Leccami le palle.
Sai che sei arrapante.
Sai che sei arrapante.
Chi è tuo padre?
Chi è tuo padre?
Fammi una sega.
Mettiti a peora
che t’incapretto.
Ah!
Non capisci una sega
neanche se rinasci.
La fica è sempre la stessa,
è il portafica che cambia, maiala.
Fammi una sega.
Leccami le palle.
Sai che sei arrapante.
Sai che sei arrapante.
Chi è tuo padre?
Chi è tuo padre?
Dio boia cane?
Ti riini ? Che ricai ?
T’arai bai.
Non capisci una sega
neanche se rinasci. - Track Name: A Glass of Lost and Found
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Where do you go when you are stuck in a room with no walls?
What do you say when you’ve got none left to complain about?
What do you do when you are done with the thing that you wanted?
The thing that the you wanted and now is gone?
What do you see when you’re not wearing your glasses?
And what do you do when you’ve got nothing worth bragging about?
What do you see when you’ve got beautiful eyes?
6. The sound of the wheels against the rails.
7. The scenery passing by.
8. Eating a sandwich while scratching the back of your head, thinking how perfect this moment would be with a single glass of milk.
9. Waking up and finding out what it is to live as if in a dream.
10. And so on. - Track Name: Life for Dummies
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Plastic cigarette, playing with a rubber frog
Waiting for the whole to explode
High-Speed Internet, bidding for a coffee mug
Expecting people to applaud
Resistant pocket, trading a wink for a shrug
Who cares for the enemy’s code?
Your own private jet, the colour of children blood
Paving your walk of life with gold
No child to neglect, not even a stupid dog
No ticking clock in this household
Mindless babe magnet, a meaningless dialogue
Relationships bound to erode
In love and in debt, going down the whole damn hog
Watch for hazards as they unfold
No choice but diet, no arteries left to clog
The reaper now reaps what he’s sowed
Bones in the closet, someone had to pull the plug
Just keep your secret garden hoed
No hint of regret, sleeping, sleeping like a log
Clearest conscience that ever flowed
Brit brat with bad breath, smiling like a travelling-rug
Watch her as her teeth slowly corrode
Badmouthing nymphet, keep your cookies in the jug
Some stories are better left untold
Shiny little rocket, raise your frown above the smog
Silver foil is the latest mode
Skeleton corset, TV, set, ready and snug
No wonder was it a broken mould… - Track Name: Le défibrillateur
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Ceci n’est pas une simulation, nous vous prions de rester calmement assis dans vos salons pendant que nos équipes d’urgence se rendent sur les lieux…
« Ses yeux bougeaient à peine, ses yeux bougeaient à peine... Il respirait à peine, ce n’était déjà plus la peine… La nuit est tombée sur son corps devenu dur, comme une pierre lancée sur des eaux calmes et obscures. Ses yeux bougeaient à peine, ses yeux bougeaient à peine... Son cœur battait à peine, ce n’était déjà plus la peine… Le jour s’est levé sur son âme devenue pure, comme la poussière d’un mur qui découvre enfin sa vraie nature. »
Ceci n’est pas du cinéma ; ni métaphore, ni Grand Nord ; sans stimulation, sinon cardiaque, là-bas, sur les lieux de l’accident, sans action ni calmants, nous allons lentement, lentement…
« Ses yeux bougeaient à peine, ses yeux bougeaient à peine... Il respirait à peine, ce n’était déjà plus la peine… La nuit est tombée sur son corps devenu dur, comme une pierre lancée sur des eaux calmes et obscures. Ses yeux bougeaient à peine, ses yeux bougeaient à peine... Son cœur battait à peine, ce n’était déjà plus la peine… Le jour s’est levé sur son âme devenue pure, comme la poussière d’un mur qui découvre enfin sa vraie nature. » - Track Name: Desert Near Forest
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So it took us two days to get back home.
It was traumatic. I mean, the hitchhiking was good,
it’s just that I don’t like the folks that we’ve met along the road.
We were still happy we were back, but you know, at the same time,
this sadness when you know something’s over,
and nothing’s ever going to feel like it felt before…
I still cannot find myself in this place
Something’s missing out there
I cannot explain
I just have a few issues
To settle first.
Thank you, David, for the pictures that you sent me,
they reminded me of me and memories of the people I hate,
standing between us, or passing by… Fact is, I hate everybody.
That includes me. Just don’t ask me why.
Perhaps I’m just trying to make myself appear
more interesting than I really am…
I still cannot find myself in this place
Something’s missing out there
I cannot explain
I need some time
To calm down. - Track Name: In Tarkovsky's Words
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We cannot impose our views on other people, nor can we impose our love. Only through personal experience do we understand life. Do we? Do we understand life at all? Do we understand our friends when they need help? No we don’t. Only through personal experience will we one day begin to understand, until then we don’t understand anything about anything, and only through personal experience will we be able to learn stuff, like this italian saying: “Smettila di rompere le palle o t’infilo una mano in bocca e una ‘n culo e ti rigiro come un carzino.“
We cannot impose our views on other people.
We cannot impose our views on other people.
We cannot impose our views on other people.
Nor can we impose ourselves at all. - Track Name: Last Night in Germany
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Growing up and down C, B, A,
B.C. trees and Gute Nacht gowns
Oo la la!
Last night in Germany
We all went bananas…
Liar, liar, pants on fire!
Knows a nose as long as a telephone wire!
We all went bananas, didn’t we?
Last night in Germany
Throwing up and down like models
Posing in skin-milk-outfits, doing it doggy style!
“Ik wil pupa op zÿn hondjes!“
Belgium girls are made of fire-
Wood from head to toes, singing in a choir
Screaming: “Wie is uu vader?“
Now I’m in Sudbury…
Growing more or less excited
She is so pretty / so-so / pretty stupid
I guess that’s all there is to it: infinity.
Liar, liar, pants on fire!
Knows a knows a knows a nose
As long as a telephone wire!
Piled up documents;
Should we blame the government?
Or fag hags on crack losing their wits? - Track Name: Polish Film Blockade
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Factories of dreams
And factories of facts
You can’t beat that!
The first one says “I ain’t real”
And the other one says “I am so”
Well what do you know?
All cameras are ready to go.
This is the part where the girl goes back to Poland without him.
And now, the guy, what does he think?
"Niebieski ocean spokojny."
He’s gonna be all right.
Window, eye and cinema: the girl is back.
She was only afraid of… love.
Factories of dreams
And factories of facts
You can’t beat that!
The first one says “I love you”
And the Polish girl says:
"Niebieski ocean spokojny." - Track Name: Nothing Personal
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Nothing personal
Nights are left unchanged
Facing made-up mirrors
In vampire rhythms
Nothing is too simple a word
Nothing personal, just serious and dull
A hand in the curve of a neck
Now is not the time, nothing personal
Just serious and dull
Expectations. one can expect to be in need
And yes, being needed is better indeed
Nothing personal, no room to improvise
Hair, black, like knives of shadow
Tearing the space between fingers
Crawling up the curve of a neck
Now is not the time, nothing personal. - Track Name: Alzheimer
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I don’t know why
I don’t know what you’ve been told
I don’t know what this is all about
I don’t know who you are
I’m sorry, so sorry
I don’t know how the story ends
I don’t know when it all began
Why don’t we start from scratch again?
No one knows, no one knows
Who’s your real friend, who’s to blame
No one cares, no one cares
About you and your friends
Now, is it fair?
I don’t know and I don’t care
I don’t know what it is about you
I don’t know what part of it's true
I’m sorry, so sorry
I don’t know how the story ends
I don’t know where it all began
Why don’t we start from scratch again?
No one knows, no one knows
Who’s to trust and who’s to blame?
No one cares, no one cares
Your teenage angst’s not health care!
No one knows, no one knows
What’s your real name once again?
No one cares, no one cares
About you and your lesbian affair. - Track Name: Far Ends of Tired Days
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To every season is a treason
A treasure for the mind, a treasure for the mind to bury
Every time you say what's on your mind
Beware of what comes out, beware of what comes out
And then she said:
"Unto my looks so good to turn
Far ends of tired days"
No hesitation, no control
No control...
To every treason is a season
The measure of our time, the measure of our time
All hanging by a thread is what we are
Objects in mirror being closer than they appear
And then she said:
"Unto my looks so good to turn
Far ends of tired days"
No hesitation, no control
No control... - Track Name: Turning Black
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There’s a picture on the wall that I cannot see
One big picture on the wall that I just cannot ignore
It’s the picture of a wall, or so was I told by the chimney
One big puzzle of a wall that I still just cannot seem to figure out
The picture is too perfect to puzzle out!
There is no picture, there is no picture
You made it up and it’s turning against you
Don’t think about it, don’t think about it
The picture frame is sucking up your future
Stop staring at it, stop staring at it
You’re going blind now, there is no turning back
There is no picture, there is no picture
You made it up and it’s driving you mad!
There’s a picture on the wall that I cannot see anymore
One big picture on the wall that I just could not ignore
It’s the picture of a wall, or so was I told by the chimney
One big puzzle of a wall I could never puzzle out
Now it’s turning black, turning black, turning black
It’s all turning black, turning black, turning black
I can’t see, I’m blind, and there’s no turning back:
The horror!