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Here are several videos of live performances from Kulak's Woodshed in North Hollywood and Diedrich's coffeehouses. My old solo show was an embarassment of riches. Okay, it was just an embarrassment. Although some people found it enjoyable, I really was trying to piss people off. Which I did regularly.

"Gin And Juice" (with the Lady Lump Dancers and toy piano)

"My Humps" (with the Lady Lump Dancers and the HMP-288)

"
Drop It Like It's Hot/Boy Named Sue" ( slinky & chorale)

"Here Comes Peter Cottontail" (with the Lady Lump Dancers, Carlos, the Souls of the Damned Chorale and hurdygurdy)

 

 
     
   

1) When he was 20, Stuart was told that a famous singer wanted to record a number of his songs. He eagerly packed two suitcases and with $500 in his pocket, he moved to California from Long Island, only to find the woman who set up the meeting was a pathological liar.

2) At college in Isla Vista, Stuart started a band called Soma, which accidentally set off a riot on Halloween night involving 1500 students. This became an Isla Vista tradition for students for the next 20 years.

3) Stuart was once attacked by a ghost when he found an old school desk on the street and brought it home. To this day he won't walk near unexplained white mists at night.

4) Stuart was once beaten by sailors when he came to the aid of a friend who had stolen their gas cap. The friend emerged unscathed, while Stuart's face was bludgeoned into a bloody potato.

5) Stuart started "Through the Woods" in the early 1990's a band that blended hurdy gurdy, glockenspiel, tuba, bike wheels, banjo, hubcaps, squeezebox and on and on.  In 1996, they were voted "Band of the Year" by the National Academy of Songwriters.

The music industry in L.A. adored them but shunned TTW as unmarketable.  Disillusioned, Stuart disappeared for several years (rumors include a coma and wounds involving a monster truck rally).

6) Stuart then began performing solo shows with a toy monkey drummer named Carlos, Christmas ornaments, a hurdy gurdy, accordion, a toy piano he found in a dumpster and a Slinky.  Annoying people in restaurants led to his appearances on Van's Warped Tour, playing before 60,000 annoyed people. He eventually annoyed himself and disappeared again.

7) Now with the impending release of "Uncle Fuddy!" Stuart feels he can begin referring to himself in first-person again. At least I think he can.

 


No shows while I work on two projects;

 

  

1) "Hybrid" - a record written and recorded in three keys and three time signatures simultaneously

2) "This" a reunion album of Americana with original Through the Woods members Bob Gannon and Kip Millwee.
For more details, email me!

Got the download/CD and need the lyrics???

THE UNCLE FUDDY SHOW !
(an AM radio broadcast in late 1967/early 1968, sponsored by the good people at Fizzy Pop and Poppy Fizz)

1) Man (Not Potato) - Borax Rosacea
2) Tangerine - Wallabee & The Broomstick
3) Kennedy Hours - Shishi La BoomBoom
4) Knockin' On Suzie's Door - Epicurean Delirio
5) Foot On A Rake - The New Sumps
6) Why Don't You Get A Job? - Bertha Favors
7) Within - The Neptunium Church Choir   *
8) Boys Gotta Fly - The Fugly Brothers
9) Phenomenal - Mitzi Pizzicato  #
10) Crazy No More - The Pina Collossus
11) My Only Prayer - Spectronica
12) Liberace Fibonnaci - Hippier Than Thou  +
13) Touching Like Strangers - Julia Pastrana   **
14) I Hate Music - The People At The Place With The Thing
15) Wobbling Together - The Bathtub Hovercraft
16) Run Betty Down - Anger Management Inc.
17) Dance Goddammit Dance - Chappy Chanukhah

All songs (c) 2013 by Stuart Pearson except;
+ (c) Stuart Pearson/Hunter Lowry
# (c) 2013 Stuart Pearson/ Deanna Pino
* (c) 2011 Stuart Pearson/Kelly Corsino
** (c) 2013 Stuart Pearson/ Kelly Corsino

Performed by Stuart Pearson except:
Deanna Pino - lead vocals on 9 and bk vocals on 1,9, voices on various commercials and airchecks
Julia Albert-Olsson - lead vocals on 11, 16 and bk vocals on 1, 11,16, voices on various commercials
Kelly Corsino - lead vocals on 6, 13 and k vocals on 1,7, voices on various commercials
Debra Tala - Lead vocals on 3 and bk vocals on 1,3
Hunter Lowry - bk vocals on 1,17, various voices on commercials

MAN(NOT POTATO)

You need meat, not a hot potato,
To stick to the ribs of a hot tomato.
Something your teeth need to rip apart,
It warms a caveman’s heart, oh yeah!
Come bit the neck of your prey,
The whole savannah it howls,
As you’re feasting away!

You need beef, not a rutabaga,
Freeze your peas and tell them “see ya later!”
I’m the alpha in your alphabet,
You ain’t seen nothing yet oh yeah!
Don’t need no rhubarb pie,
I’ve got your meaty dessert,
To make your pot pie cry!

You need aminos, not a can of Beano.
Greens are obscene, like a trip to Reno!
Ain’t no chickweed, chicory, bok choy,
I’m gonna be your boy oh yeah!
Don’t need no garlic or yam,
Leave your asparagus cold,
Come get your Holiday Ham!

TANGERINE

Someday, some far off Monday,
I may just find me a tree made for shade.
And stretch out amidst the greenery,
Become the scenery and dream me away.

Just to feel the wind and taste the rain
and hear the thunder,
Though you see grey, it’s tangerine.
Cause then the sun will chase away
the sad-eyed wonder,
And change the grey to tangerine.

Thrill me? Outsdoors would kill me!
My body has no defense from disease.
My attendants, they smile pleasant,
They hang their heads full of dread when they leave.

I’m hopin’, the door’s left open.
I know this first may be my last,
But I need to feel the grass beneath my feet.

KENNEDY HOURS

Ivory silk, double satin twill in my Kennedy Hours.
Georgette Chiffon, a sequined evening gown, Kennedy Hours.
Pink and gold silk organza,
Brocaded evening dress and cape.

Taffeta dress with a matching coat for my Kennedy Hours.
Shell blouse in ivory dot-embroidered silk, Kennedy Hours.
Knit suit, asparagus green,
Wool jersey, ivory trim,
That keeps them wondering.

And where there’s elegance, all the cameras go.
And if there’s something you’ve hidden, all the cameras know.
You recreate yourself, every day you play yourself,
Millions on stage all alone.

Knee length and sleeveless, apricot in my Kennedy Hours.
Skirt is an A-line, gathered at the waist, Kennedy Hours.
Organdy collared necklines,
Jackets with canted ribbon trim,
Keep them wondering.

And where the camera leads, elegance must go.
You are what you believe, every photo knows.
Escape inside the scrim, silhouettes of her and him,
Millions that dance all alone.

And where the bunting ends, better dreams begin.
You can’t be sad without, with Ziberline within.
And when they yell “last call!”
They’ll say “He looked magical”,
Millions reach out all alone.

KNOCKIN' ON SUZIE'S DOOR

I’ve been bangin’, I’ve been clangin’
I’ve dragged chains across the floor,
But I feel alive, so alive
When I’m knocking on Suzie’s door.

I get spasms, ectoplasms,
Everytime she smiles, but Lord,
She don’t know I’m alive, I’m not alive,
But I’m knocking on Suzie’s door.

She may not know that I’m there,
When I creak on the stairs or rattle the shades.
But I’ve got plenty of time, so I’ll stay.

I keep hopin’ that she’ll open,
Somehow see my face and more,
And think I’m alive, so alive
So I’m knocking on Suzie’s door.

Cause when she’s turnin’ the lock,
I’m like a macaque on a hot plate.
I want all her kisses but I’m not opaque!

If she’d ouija, like a squeegee,
Cleaning glass, trouvez l’amour,
And I’d feel alive, in her eyes
From knocking on Suzie’s door.

FOOT ON A RAKE

Wood has the termite
swine have the flu
Jules, et tu Brute
and I have you.
I've got to "de-you" you
whatever it takes
cause we go together
like a foot and a rake.

It's not how you smell
or you feel or you groom.
The things that you say
Make my brain go boom.
A tweak while you sleep
To your DNA.
We may just usuage
that foot on the rake.

You're such an angel when you sleep so sweetly (3x)

Ten years have passed since we parted as friends,
Even all the sweetest things they come to an end.
So as you can see the surgery's a piece of cake,
We'll feel so happy when you get your foot off that rake.

WHY DON'T YOU GET A JOB?

Why don’t you get a job?
The CIA doesn’t require you,
The FBI doesn’t desire you,
So get up off the couch.

Why don’t you get a job?
The phone that was ringing has finally stopped.
There’s no Uncle Sam calls for covert ops,
I saw an ad for Von’s night shift…

Paid for training, you earn while you learn.
Start at boxboy and work your way up ‘til you run the Von’s!

Why don’t you get a job?
Even the Russians have changed their ways.
Your arch nemesis runs a Circle-K.
In Palmdale near the mall.

Why don’t you get a job?
Your day planner’s dusty and looks like hell,
The pizza guy isn’t a sleeper cell,
And he makes more than you, wake up!

Drive a big rig, maybe join DeVry,
You could learn to build xrays or lasers
They may help you find a job!

Get a job, or God sakes get a job
GET A JOB !!!!

WITHIN

Twenty feet down the road, is all I can see.
But it’s all that I need, with ten thousand miles to go.
Because I know the light is burning inside of me.

Within, within, within, there’s a mother,
Within, within, within, there’s a father,
Within, within, within, there’s a love, within.

You reap what you sow, And so I believe,
With one little seed, bigger better, beautiful grows.
Because I’ve seen the faithful, they have all they’ll ever need.

Oh, oh, oh, I should know
Oh, oh, oh, there’s a magnet that’s pulling my life!

When it’s fifty-below and all I can see,
Is hunger and need and my eyes won’t cry in the cold,
I’ll remember the fire, burning inside of me.

BOYS GOTTA FLY

Got the engine growling, howling down the highway,
shiftin left and right to whatever comes my way
Lord they could use a fresh cool wind,
from this heavy metal thunder.
They see the briefs that they'll be shoved in
They say no, they say no, they say no....

BOYS GOTTA FLY!!!

I like smoke and lightning, riding on a rocket.
Feeling like a rifle just before you cock it!
Lord they're planning a jailbreak,
from these Alcatrazic trousers.
When discretion's the road to take,
They say no, they say no, they say no....

PHENOMENAL

Flipping through the memories,
Golden in my mind.
Making something new again from
Something left behind.
Finding the laughter
The love in your embrace.
It takes me where, you’re always there,
A smile upon your face.
You’re above and so beyond,
It’s like I waved a crazy magic wand!

You are phenomenal, You are phenomenal,
There’s nothing left to say.
You are phenomenal, you are phenomenal,
La la la la la, yeah yeah!

You made me feel a part of,
The colors in the sky.
A rainbow full of people, places,
Things that I can find.
You opened up the doorway,
To worlds I never knew.
And everything the future brings,
I owe it all to you.
You’re the key, that sets me free,
Abara Cadabra one, two, three!

The sky is grey, what’s in store,
Oh, these deep dark clouds are just about to pour!
Let’s dance until it rains,
Our fun has just begun.
We won’t stop dancing in the streets
Until we see the sun!
We are phenomenal!

CRAZY NO MORE

Crazy no more, and I’m not sad at all, I’m off the Adderall
Crazy no more, and I’m okay alone, I’m off Risperidone.

Please believe that I’m sorry,
That I don’t recall what I’m sorry for.
I’m sure it was disgusting, relationship busting,
But not anymore!

Crazy no more, I swear no screams or cries, I’m off Abilify.
Crazy no more, I’ve learned to just say no, to Prozac and Lexipro.

Friends flee when I approach them.
Even people I’ve never seen before.
I know that I was iffy, a 51-50,
But not anymore!

I know I’ve caused you so much shame and
Amends won’t do.
Your friends say that you’ve changed your name and
That your dog has changed his too.

Crazy no more, so if you take me back, I’ll unsteal that Cadillac.
Crazy no more, I swear I’ve changed for good, I’ll apologize to your neighborhood.

MY ONLY PRAYER

I’ve used most every line a single girl can say.
I’ve answered every ad in U.S.A. Today.
But when my luck runs out, the guy just runs away.

You Are My Only Prayer
You Are My Only Prayer
You are the Only Prayer for Me.

I’ve paid for analysts, who say I’m down a well.
I’ve gone to psychics and I’ve bought their chants and bells.
My past life therapist says “Only time will tell.”

He’ll make me his mission, to love and adore.
In any condition, he’ll love me more.

My other doctors say I need a lot of sleep.
They won’t return my calls, they say that I’m a creep.
Oh, help me doctor, won’t you please examine me?

LIBERACE FIBONNACI

"Liberace- fibonacci -somehow entwined
these and and many other things trouble my mind-

hotcakes and paperweights - both are benign
bosons and fermions -the nature of time.."

That's how the letter read...
so many questions- the author now dead--

"bosons and fermions= meaninginless nouns...
open up your eyes to the color of sound..."
The quantum formulations, they are dripping with light
The walrus and the Carpenter both seem so polite…

The answers are here..the answers are here...somewhere...
The answers are here-- the answers are here...somewhere..

"Phatasmagoric poppycock! a devilish grin-
My ass and Zero mass- two units of spin-
Happy hour cocktails with slices of lime...
Closed-loop supersymmetry consuming spacetime...."

Oh Dad, what do you mean..
Twisting my brain, your secrets to glean...

"black hole entropy....
black hole entropy...

TOUCHING LIKE STRANGERS

We’re touching like strangers,
Making me cry.
Is the distance a danger?
Can you ease my mind?

We’re touching like strangers,
So familiar inside.
Touching like strangers,
I don’t really know why.
Cause strangers never say goodbye.

I watch you walking to me
And look right through.
It’s like you once knew me,
And I knew you.

It’s like I am insane,
Cheeks wet with no rain,
We both are to blame.

I HATE MUSIC

I hate all creatures,
Pandas, tigers and shrews.
I hate all beavers, retrievers, masked weavers
and all kangaroo.
I hate two things more, than wombats and gnus,
I hate music and I hate YOU.

I hate all flowers,
Hornworts, moss and bamboo
I like dandelions, no I'm lying, I hate them too.
More than pteridophyta, conifers or kudzu,
I hate music and I hate YOU.

I hate key changes,
They're banal, trite and crude.
I hate all songs that refer to themselves
like they're clever and shrewd.
I hate a big chorus, I hate "aahs" "ohs" and "oohs"
I hate music and I hate YOU.

I hate you
I'm not even trying to!

WOBBLING TOGETHER


The past and the future’s wobbling together.
The gap and the suture’s wobbling together.
Existing on the wall, the roller skaters cry,
As eggs roll everywhere the grocer’s hypnotized,
By the greenery in your eyes.

The alpha omega’s wobbling together.
The cherubs of Vegas wobbling together.
Without her trusty cane she wobbled into Guam,
And never felt the pain of being too turned on,
Underneath the swaying palms.

Don’t ask the barrister, he’ll nag you for a smoke.
He’s got a pocket full, but that’s his little joke,
He just loves to watch you choke.

The pandas of pander, wobbling together.
Those salamanders are wobbling together.
Bank Bank, Bank Banker Bankers, wobbling together.
Tank, Tank, Tank, Tanker Tankers, wobbling together.

RUN BETTY DOWN

She broke your heart and threw it away,
Now it’s time for revenge in your Chevrolet!

You’ve got to run to catch her, (Run that Betty Down)
She’s gonna meet her match now (Run that Betty Down)
No time to make excuses,
Push the pedal down, boy, use it!
Run, Run, Run, Betty Down !

You can’t expect no answers, (Run that Betty Down)
Slow down you’ll drive right past her! (Run that Betty Down)
New York never looked so pretty
As when she’s on the streets of the city,
Run, Run, Run, Betty Down !

Run Run, Run That Betty Down!
Turn her head around!
When she’s on the ground,
She’ll never make a sound !
Run Run Betty down!
Run Run Betty !
Run Run Run Betty Down.

You told her that you’d love her forever,
And all she could do was laugh.
I could never hurt you so bad.
Give her your bumper’s autograph!

You’ve got to take some action,
Some lover’s satisfaction!
There she is, don’t be scared,
Take a breath and SPEED UP SPEED UP SPEED UP !

Run Run, Run That Betty Down!
Turn her head around!
When she’s on the ground,
She’ll never make a sound !
Run Run Betty down!
Run Run Betty !
Run Run Run Betty Down.

Run Run, Run That Betty Down!
Turn her head around!
Cement her to the ground,
She’ll never make a sound !
Run Run Betty down!
Run Run Betty !
Run Run Run Betty Down.

DANCE GODDAMMIT DANCE

You can do any dance you wanna do.
I don’t care if you look like a drunk caribou.
You can dance like you’re vexed with fleas,’
Twitch in a vermin parade!
You can dance like you’ve lost your lease
And the sheriff’s on his way!

HEY YOU! Leaning on the wall,
Dance! Goddammit, dance!
HEY YOU! Breaking protoc0l,
Dance! Goddammit dance!

You can dance like your feet are out in space.
I don’t’ care if you bring your family disgrace.
You can wiggle in ways that are,
Gruesome, cruel and stange.
If the neighbors alert the cops,
Blame it on mange!

Got the cd and want the lyrics???

SHEMP!

1) Shempistan
2) Hello How Ya Doin’?
3) Face In The Darkness d
4) da da duhDUM
5) Flowers d,e
6) Let There Be Peace a,b,c,d,e
7) Topiary Waltz b
8) Sugarcane
9) Goodnight Ohio *
10) Proses Five
11) Send Your Love Around b
12) Connecting The Rainbows
13) Hold d,e
14) Feets get A-Movin’

a) features Julia Albert
b) features Kelly Corsino
c) features Maureen Davis
d) features Deanna Pino
e) features Debra Tala

* “Goodnight Ohio” features the Druthers; Bob Gannon (drums), Mike Muradian (bass, vcs), David James (guitar, mandolin, viola, vcs), Steve Wilkins (keys, vcs)

All songs © 2001 by ME! for Margie & Art Publishing ASCAP. Except for "Let There Be Peace", “Topiary Waltz” and “Send Your Love Around” © 2011 by ME! and Kelly Corsino for Margie & Art Publishing and Mind Body Spirit Publishing ASCAP


HELLO, HOW YA DOIN’?

Hello, how have you been? How was your day?
Have you been waiting there for long?
What brings you in to see us tonight?

Yeah, we’re running an ad, bring in a friend,
And you’ll get half off everything.
Sit on the couch and look in the light.

Just sit back chief, relax, let go,
count backward from one hundred.
Close your eyes and breathe, you’re well on your way.


Hello, How ya doin, Hello, how ya doin’, Hello how ya doin’, Hello, how ya doin’.
Just leave everything to me, it’ll be allright.

So, how do you feel? There might be a sting,
You won’t feel a thing once that subsides.
Then say any thought that comes to your mind.

Okay, we can begin, so you feel faced,
Between a hard place and some hard rock.
I won’t race the clock, we’ll go overtime.

So tell me sport, about the kids,
do they keep their grades up?
You’ll slowly fall asleep, Woops! Oh, nevermind.

FACE IN THE DARKNESS

I am the song, of drunkards who point and laugh.
I am the scorn, for clothes I have sewn from sacks.
The floodwaters flow, all my thoughts overwhelm,
The swallowing deep, a pit into Hell.

But your face in the darkness,
Sweetly you smile at my distress.
I see your face in the darkness,
Closing my eyes, you whisper rest.

I am the reproach, the fruit of a lip in shame.
I am the ghost, who wanders the world unclaimed.
I taste the abyss, the circling drain,
The nothingness is, and nothing remains.

From Roots of mountains,
And oceans cold and wide.

I am the day, that waits for the flame’s last light.
And I am the flame, surrendered and dowsed at night.
Feeling the pinch of the predator’s fangs,
I tense to resist and flee to the thanks…


FLOWERS

She speaks
of Santa's cap at four
drawing with her mother's mother’s pencils.

She speaks
of pages on the floor
holding bits of stories that are wondering
Just wondering when God to appear.

She painted flowers on her hands
On her arms and face and anywhere that called.
All her flowers from her brush chanced
Where her girl danced
Into a woman.

She speaks
of buildings in decay
and bicycles that ride abandoned hallways

She speaks
of flowers everyday
12 into 13 when touch was theory
it was merely a brushstroke away.


LET THERE BE PEACE

Qu'il y avoir de paix
Lassen Sie es gibt frieden
اسمحوا يكون هناك سلام
Shi jiehe ping

Permite que haya paz
olsun barış
יהי שלום
пусть будет мир

SUGARCANE

Sugarcane, every word is like sugarcane.
If you want to change the out from the in,
You can turn around from where it begins, a loser can win.
When sugarcane, sugarcane, sugar comes in.

Sugarcane, Every word is like sugarcane.
It’s ecclesiastic sitting on my tongue,
Making everything a little more young, a little less strung.
Take the lead from behind when you’re sugarcane blind.
Sticking like trickling honey all over my mind.

Sugarcane, Something simple like sugarcane.
It’s amazing how it sneaks up kinda slow.
Before you know it, You’ve forgotten what you know,
It runs the whole damn show.
It’s a sugarcane high, the best can’t deny.
So sugar me, sugar me, sugar me all of the time.

GOODNIGHT OHIO

Left on the A.M., almost off the dial,
Passed each on and off ramp, where records go to die.
“The lines are open, out there in the fog,
There’s a song that got away.”

Passed all the shadows, the ones I didn’t take,
Bubbling up like gravy in a Hot Pocket of mistakes.
“From ’57, when everything was new,
Only doowop stays the same.”

“Goodnight Ohio”,
Goodnight Ohio? I’m nowhere near Ohio!
“Goodnight Ohio”,
Some highway ouija, a million miles to reach me.

Passed all the billboards, Like the questions on my face,
Stranded wet and baffled like a fly in mayonnaise.
On every station, no no no no no
The only song that freeway plays.

“Goodnight Ohio”, The station’s fading, and every street is changing,
“Goodnight Ohio”, And Prospect Park is now just Prospect Parking.


PROSES FIVE

As the shower hits your skin
All the wishes they begin for someday.
Will my fingers touch your thoughts
Of the wishes that were lost for someday.

This is Proses Five
Cellar solitude reminds me of the
Color green.

Slowly, like an encircling mist rising to the ceiling,
her eyes trace the silhoutte as he stands expecting new languages.
All the trees bend to receive
Sweet Ophelia in her need for someday.
I believe in shade and line,
Linseed oil and turpentine for someday.

When her rose was five
All the solitude reminded of the
Color blue.

Without season, without spells falling from her mouth to the electric whimsy of talismans, she moves up the walls, she seeps into the floors and becomes a monument.

I’m the Will of Still Intent
Bouldered cities growing bent for someday.
Smoke and shadows, slow entwine
Double helix, serpentine for someday.

I identi-five
Four the soli-two, the three one-der
On the color red.
Read.
Rhett.
R.E.D.D.


SEND YOUR LOVE AROUND

I’ve never known, I’ve lost my way.
Bring me back, light my way.
You were right behind me all the time.

Send your love around,
Send your love around.
Lift me up, off the ground,
Send your love all around.

Breathing in, breathing out.
Bless my heart, bless my mouth.
From the grave into a newborn child.


CONNECTING THE RAINBOWS

One step per step, one day per day,
I live my life out this way.
No peripheral vision, distractions are few,
To live in the moment, you've got to block the view.

Connecting the rainbows, unending,
If my mind allows.
Connecting the rainbows, pretending,
That prevailing winds won’t knock the rainbows down.

If out of sight, it’s out of mind.
No shadows grow long behind.
No nagging epiphanies, no serendipitous doubt.
Just be what I see and let the rest play out.

I'm going back to the past when things were really sad.
It’s gonna be real cool just like the guy in the ad.


HOLD
One night, one sky, one scared lonely planet
No light, no warm sense of home.
One taste, one tongue, one word never uttered.
You need to know you’re not alone.

Cause I wanna hold you and take your pain away
I wanna hold you and take your pain away.
No matter why the others abandoned you,
I will always remain.
I wanna hold you and take your pain away.

One sound, one vow, one heart sore and empty
Two arms, to cold to reply.
One bridge to walk, across frigid waters.
You need to know home’s on the other side.

Cause I wanna hold you and take your pain away
I wanna hold you and take your pain away.
No matter where the others abandoned you,
I will help you escape.
I wanna hold you and take your pain away.

All you've got to do is Hold.

Got the cd and want the lyrics???

FRAMISTAN !

1) Drive
2) Leanne Doe
3) Here Comes Your Happy (a)
4) The Truth Gets Done (b)
5) 45 (c)
6) Your Mouth's A Magick Wand (c)
7) Hold
8) Rubber Room (d)
9) Love Theme From "Framistan!"
10) Nicotine
11) Taken Away
12) What Can You Expect (From A Man In Love) (a, b)
13) Save Me (a, b)

a) features Julia Albert
b) features Laura Labine
c) features Kerry Getz
d) features Debra Tala

All songs written by ME! for Margie & Art Publishing ASCAP. Except for "45" written by Pearson/ Getz for margie & art Publishing and Dick & Jane Publishing ASCAP

Recorded by ME! with loops, electric & acoustic guitars, synths, portuguese guitarra, hurdy gurdy, earlalaika, earlophone, glockenspiel, toy piano, slinky, SK-1, omnichord, mandolin, the mighty HUMP-288, accordion, concertina, lamps, boots, bells, Carlos the monkey, the Happy Holiday Orchestra and the Souls of the Damned Chorale and Glee Club.


DRIVE
Little thuds and shudders greet every wheel
On this unpaved road.
With the only light a pale yellow moon
This chassis groans.
There’s nothing under the seat I can use,
No crowbar, flare and no phone.

Half a tank of gasoline to nudge the wheel.
The fog is like a vasoline that won’t repeal.
Pump and pump the brakes but yet the car won’t yield,
You just drive.  Away.

The wooden fence posts blur and blend into one
As they pass my door.
The locks won’t open and the gas pedal sinks
To meet the floor.
I will not offer apologies, no anger, fear or remorse.


LEANNE DOE

Not a single movement,
Just a town whose snapshot world decayed.
Only square edged shadows remain.
Then from out of nowhere,
A little girl so quiet, still and stray.
On her shirt, someone stitched her name.

Where’s her ma? Where’s her pa?
There’s no one here to claim her.
Is there somewhere that she’s supposed to go?
Not a living thing in sight.
It’s like she formed from vapor.
They log her in as “Leanne Doe”.

She won’t answer questions.
Just a rat’s nest pile of brown and grey.
Wrapped in blankets, grim wet and cold.
Twenty years a ghost town.
Nothing here the cockroaches could claim.
How could she get by on her own.


HERE COMES YOUR HAPPY

I know you’ve been angry,
I know you’ve been tired,
I know that your fridge light broke.
But here comes your happy,
here comes your happy.

I know that you’re lonely,
I know that you feel like,
The butt of a cosmic joke.
But here comes your happy,
here comes your happy.

What are you going to do
With happiness stuck on your face?
What are you going to do?
What are you going to do?
It’s all over the place!

I know you’ve been grumpy,
I know that your mirror’s
Been showing you some jamoke.
But here comes your happy,
here comes your happy.


THE TRUTH GETS DONE

Don’t need no strap-on Elvis,
There ain’t no pity in chic.
There’s no escape from the landlord,
Guilt’s paid the rent for the week.
You hear a rap tap tap,
The rusty door’s squeakin’ open.
You feel a finger a-pokin’,
The things you choked down are coming up to choke ya.

Hey, Ha, The Truth Gets Done,
If you want it, or you don’t.
You might as well want it!

The bus approaches the corner,
Commuters pull on the cord.
The bus falls into the river,
The Swedes would call it fjord.
You hear a bang, bang, bang.
The engine stalls, water risin’,
The fishies fill your horizon,
You wish your plans had been a bit more enterprisin’.

I’m just a highway libretto,
Dog-eared, yellowed with age.
My brain just plays “Mellow Yellow”,
Like hamsters wheeling in a cage.
And with a clang, clang, clang
Bell meets the carnival mallet.
That bitter taste on your palette,
Tells you you’re elected but you weren’t on the ballot.


45

I’ll be your 45.  I’ll be your 45
Pick me up,
Any time that you’re lonely and I’ll drown out all the pain.
Right or Wrong,
I don’t care if tomorrow I’m a memory again.

I’ll be your 45.  I’ll be your 45
Lay me down,
Me spin round on your table, stick the needle in the groove.
Every sound,
Sets your world in motion, makes your meter move.

I’ll be your 45.  I’ll be your 45
You can flip me over, check my B side out,
You can leave me on the floor when your need runs out.

You can take me to a party to impress your friends,
You can leave me with your buddies when the evening ends.

I’m not a long player stuck at 33,
I’m a hit in three minutes, I was built for speed.

YOUR MOUTH'S A MAGICK WAND
Swollen promise on your lips,
Small explosion on your fingertips
Waiting for your words…

Your mouth’s a magick wand
Your mouth’s a magick wand
Begging for more won’t satisfy,
Thrust the deepest dark into the light
Your mouth’s a magick wand.

From the whisper to the deed,
From the hungry to the feed.
Something strong and feral you require.
Open wide and claim your wild desire,
it’s waiting for your words…

Your mouth’s a magick wand
Your mouth’s a magick wand
Sating a need that won’t say no,
Winter’s warmest breeze begins to blow.
Your mouth’s a magick wand.

HOLD
One night, one sky, one scared lonely planet
No light, no warm sense of home.
One taste, one tongue, one word never uttered.
You need to know you’re not alone.

Cause I wanna hold you and take your pain away
I wanna hold you and take your pain away.
No matter why the others abandoned you,
I will always remain.
I wanna hold you and take your pain away.

One sound, one vow, one heart sore and empty
Two arms, to cold to reply.
One bridge to walk, across frigid waters.
You need to know home’s on the other side.

Cause I wanna hold you and take your pain away
I wanna hold you and take your pain away.
No matter where the others abandoned you,
I will help you escape.
I wanna hold you and take your pain away.

All you've got to do is Hold.


RUBBER ROOM

Mama never ran.
Push to shove, she’d just evaporate away
Up until that day.
When the white coats came,
Strapped her up and hauled her away.
Now I’m pushing a broom in the rubber room next to mom’s.

Mama never lied.
I asked her how she’d vanish, she’d shush me away.
And say “You just behave.
It’s running in your genes,
Someday you’ll be seen unseen
Until you can bloom, clean the rubber room next to mom’s”

Why mama, why?
If you disappear, you could get out of here!
Why mama, why?
“Cause your mama has always done her best,
To give everyone a sense of usefulness.
Someday you’ll understand, that’s the gift in your hand,
To give this crazy world”.

Every now and then,
I see my feet so slowly pixilate away.
Running round Bombay.
She pats my cheek and says,
“Gotta run, bedcheck’s at ten”
Tomorrow the moon, tonight the rubber room next to mom’s.

NICOTINE
Stuck between my fingers,
She’s so hard and hot and straight.
Just one puff removes the bitterness
Of a world gone mad,
She’s Galahad,
She’s Nicotine.

Sex so tightly packaged,
in a corset and a filter.
I’m one hardpack short of numb.
I’m a troubled son,
Got to get me some, Nicotine.

Floating like a thought balloon,
Slow and steady and see you soon,
Like every floor of every last saloon
You swore you’d see,
All she claims to be is Nicotine.

Burning on my tongue,
Filling anything she pleases.
She’s a city standing still.
She’s the will, the fog,
the monologue,
She’s Nicotine.

TAKEN AWAY
Your telephone says, that I’ve been calling
It wonders how I’ve, been changing my voice.
The foot of your bed, Sheets pulled and falling,
Asks if I left,  If I had a choice.

Your mirror says I’m crying,
The clock says that I shouldn’t stay.
You’re due back soon, but I think it’s lying,
insisting and ticking away.
Would you take me back or have me taken away?

I hear a small huff, come from your closet,
“Your clothes walked away, so why are you here?”
A cigarette butt, laughs from a saucer.
Since when did you smoke?  You never would smoke.


WHAT CAN YOU EXPECT (FROM A MAN IN LOVE)
He may not understand you, although you make things clear.
He just wants to hold you and wipe away your tears.
He isn’t thoughtless, he just don’t think enough.
What can you expect from a man in love?

He doesn’t want to argue, he’s not equipped that way.
He’s afraid to lose you, from the stupid things he’ll say.
He’s far from perfect, a diamond in the rough.
What can you expect from a man in love?

And so he’ll buy you flowers, like every time before.
And he’ll wait for hours before knocking on your door.
He wants to tell you, you’re made of better stuff.
What can you expect from a man in love?

SAVE ME
When I get lonely and I, know I’ll die alone,
I just get grateful for the peace.
When I get hungry and I know I’m gonna starve,
I just get grateful for the feast.

Save me, save me, from myself.

When I get worried ‘cause I, know the money’s gone,
I just get grateful for the pay.
When I feel hopeless ‘cause there’s, no right for the wrong,
I just get grateful for the way.

Covered in darkness,
When I can’t see,
There’s nothing out there,
But me.

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OVER THE RIVER AND THROUGH THE WOODS

1) My Life As A Mime C
2) Valerie B, 4
3) Chang & Eng's America B, 6
4) Is This What You Want? C
5) Errant Behavior C
6) Wrong End Up C
7) Wax Paper A, 2
8) Please Forgive Me C
9) Crutches B
10) The Last Word Spoken By The Human Race C
11) Waterline C
12) High A 1,3
13) The Rain's Not Traveling Alone B, 5
14) Your Sound Alternative D
15) Don't Close Your Window Tonight B
16) Trouble C

All songs written @2004 by Stuart Pearson

A Engineering on 1st master Glen Nishiba, Pacifica
B Engineering and coproduction on 1st master David Knight, Sunset Sound Factory
C Engineering on drums by Glen at Pacifica
D Basic recording done at my old studio apartment on Fairfax Avenue and Sunset Blvd., Hollywood.

All songs feature Stuart Pearson & Bob Gannon & Steve Andreoni & David Quillen on everything but "High"
1 Kip Millwee on guitar, keyboards & vocals
2 Deror Margolith on keyboards & vocals
3 Rob Morse on bass
4 Kevin King on piano
5 David Knight on trombone
6 Alan Naggar on megaphone

STUART PEARSON - guitars, keyboards, hurdygurdy, concertina, banjo, mandolin, guitarra, ukelyn, accordion, earlophone, earlalaika, thumb piano, zoob tube, silverware, medicine balls, tibetan bells, lead and 5,000 backing vocals

BOB GANNON - cocktail and sitdown drums, junkyard percussion, spoons, twirly thing, bicycle wheel and bell, hubcaps and viking vocals.

STEVE ANDREONI - basses, tuba, trumpet and viking vocals.

DAVID QUILLEN - saxes, clarinet, flut-o-phones, glockenspiel, percussion, backing vocals

MY LIFE AS A MIME
It's my life as a mime,
I wave my hands and make faces all the time.
When no one hears and no one sees,
there's no responsibilities!
And that's the way it's got to be, I'm all right.
It's just my life as a mime.


IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT
Like a fado in a Portuguese tavern,
Self possessed it rings in the air.
One channel nothing, the other channel something
next to nothing,  Is there anything there?
Nothing that some tupperware can't take.
Sit in the saddle, turn on the prattle,
Fifty songs without a single commercial break!

Is this what you want from radio? Sprach infotainment-ese?
Is this what you want, is this what you want from me?

Like a siamese creating a hairball,
bubbling underneath the top ten,
Spit up for love, blue skies above,
Change the channel and it's rhyming again.
Another boy band on the air.
Alternative is alternating seventies and eighties,
With a lava lamp and overstuffed chair.

Thirty second bite from the burger de jeur,
Money grows on trees with the proper manure.
Plant him in the back when the artist matures,
Win an award, tit shaker! Win an award tit shaker!

Lumpy like the gravy on the back of a car,
the bumper sticker makes a demand.
Local focus! Local focus!
Blink you miss it, that's the lay of the land.
Compost with a tangueray twist,
Who the Hootie do you think that you are?
Is there something left that I haven't kissed?

ERRANT BEHAVIOR
This is me, It's what I believe.
You may think that I'm not able,
To keep life and love both calm and stable.
Well, maybe you're right, I'm not the kind,
To work for a pension.
I may seem unrealistic, but I know I must live this...

Errant Behavior, Loose in a world that's open wide.
Errant Behavior, out in the world tonight.

I can't stay and pretend that I'm happy.
Living a lie, that isn't in me,
and taking the time to give you what you give me.
Sure, I'll cry when, I'm well on my way.
I can't let you see the tears, I've won from all my years of...

And I know your dreams for me
are things I've always wanted too.
But my love will never die...

I can't say that I'll always wander.
I asked my self too often, when will my heart soften my...

And I know I'll keep searching, no matter what I'll find,
Errant Behavior, out in the world tonight.

WRONG END UP
When ever fortune calls, I'm somewhere I shouldn't be,
Cause the wrong end up, is the wrong end down to me.
I am a Buick, driving straight toward catastrophe,
Cause the wrong end up, is the wrong end down to me.

The water's off, the phone's gone dutch,
Still people line up for my healing touch.
Acclaim as payment ain't enough!
I can't list the sick and maimed,
As employers on my resume!

My credit's shot, the repo's come,
I'm in the crisper section of oblivion!
Job descriptions, I have none!
I can't list my references, As the realms beyond the senses!

A Santa Claus at the mall, A sports mascot, suit and all,
While making broken folk well.
Some people live off their skills,
They thrive and love and pay bills,
If I could just touch myself! Maybe I should rephrase that...
Then again, maybe not...

WAX PAPER
Who's your lover now? Does he know what you require?
Is he sleeping now? When you're hot and full of fire?
One more cigarette, gazing at the yellow street light.
How can you forget, when it's so damn hot at midnight?

Wax Paper, Wax Paper,
Does he know about (wrap your arms in)
Wax Paper, Wax Paper, Does he know about me?

Are you happy now? Floating through an unwrapped public?
Are you getting out? The sex you expressed through the…

And I realize, you bent yourself for me.
Left to your own devices, You'd end up like me.

I bet you wonder now, where I am and what I'm doing.
If the stars allow, we'll meet again, And bare our skin for...


PLEASE FORGIVE ME
Please forgive me for Adam and Eve,
Please forgive me for Edie and Steve,
Please forgive me for folks I should leave alone.
Please forgive me for Abel and Cain,
Please forgive me for Bush and Hussein,
Please forgive me for Sly and Frank Stallone!
Let wide those gates and take me in!

Please forgive me! Please forgive me!
Please forgive me for all that I owe.
Please forgive me! Please forgive me!
Please forgive me and let me come home.

Please forgive me for Hitler and the Jews,
Please forgive me for "Lady Sings The Blues"
Please forgive me for jokes that went too, too far.
Please forgive me for the invention of the wheel,
Please forgive me for the Captain and Tennille,
Please forgive me for the chisel that I weilded to Mars.
I hope that face was flattering!

But you've got to admit, expectations were high,
That they could be more worthy of you.
They just heckle and spit at whatever crosses their eyes,
A target I couldn't refuse!

Please forgive me for Sampson and his hair,
Please forgive me for France and underwear,
Please forgive me for the road I paved to Hell.
Please forgive me for Jesus and the cross,
Please forgive me for calling Bruce "The Boss",
Please forgive me for the rising cost of health.
I spent too much time in singles bars!

THE LAST WORD SPOKEN BY THE HUMAN RACE
It isn't anything you'd want to hear, cause it doesn't have a punchline or a message of cheer.
It's not a saying that came over from France,
and it doesn't make you reminisce about a romance.
It's not a slogan that you wish you could erase,

It's the last word spoken by the human race,
It's the last word spoken by the human race,
All the animals move in to take a final taste,
Of the last word spoken by the human race.

It's not a motto that you'd write on a wall,
and it's not controversial or ironic at all.
It's not encouraging or willful or right,
And it doesn't give you strength when you're frightened at night.
It don't seem proper when it's in it's proper place.

It's not funny in itself, but all the same,
You can't help but laugh when you hear it exclaimed.
It doesn't sound ominous like rockets from Mars,
And it won't get you angry if it's shouted from cars.
You'll never know the truth and it's better that way...
Cause you're not the one to say...

WATERLINE
Face Down in the water, I'm so alone.
I don't know the reason, I can't find my way home.
I float above and below.
I can see all the stars as they shine,
Beyond the Waterline.

I can see my mother, I can see her tears.
My father's calling, I yell but he can't hear.
I disappear, I'm not here.
But the stars, how they sparkle and shine,
Beyond the waterline.

Please don't push me and send me on.
I want to stay here, but I'm already gone.
Beyond the yard, beyone the yard.
I can see all the stars as they shine,
Beyond the waterline.

Look at the stars, they sparkle and they shine...
Where's the waterline?
Look! The closer you get, they shine so bright.

HIGH
I'm walking slow, cause my brain's on fire.
I've never stuffed my pocket with faith,
cause I'm dancing on a wire.

I'm not the trigger, I'm not the crime.
New York is the city of dreams, and I'm sleeping all the time.

I never wanted to play major league ball,
I never wanted to be head of a state.
I never wanted to be anything at all,
but when the city's distracted, I'll be kissing the lips of my fate.

I'm like the moment, that never dies.
Every weasel's gotta go pop,
Whether God or I decide.

TROUBLE
Nothing seems to make me wonder anymore,
Nothing seems amazing like it did when sex was young.
Like Howard said to Fine, or like Sunset said to Vine,
All you need, is trouble, All you need is trouble,
All you want is trouble, all you need is trouble!

Nothing makes me turn the television off.
Waiting for true love has made me feel safe and soft.
Like Manson said to Fromme, Or Burt Reynolds said to Dom,
All you need is trouble, all you need is trouble,
All you want is trouble, all you need is trouble!

(Trouble) There it is in black and white,
(Trouble) Staring at you every night,
(Trouble) Fills you with the spark of life to fight or flee
All you really need is trouble!

In my dreams it seems I'm never wearing pants,
Textbooks say I need exposure to the world outside.
Like Ollie said to Stan, Or that dog to Son of Sam,
All you need is trouble, all you need is trouble
All you want is trouble, all you need is trouble!

What attracts is what repels, and love is like water and oil.
What connects, what really sells, Is the subtle risk,
Come and kiss the fist of trouble!

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