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How did I become such a monster?
The playbook is here if anyone wants ta
Follow in the footsteps of a fraudster
Dip your head in unholy water
Guess you wasn’t worth the bother
Forgotten by God The Almighty Father
The opposite of a Messiah, son
Turned out more like a Leviathan
The desire conspired inside this one
And only one beer can be Heineken
And only one liar can rise to the top
And I’ll be damned if I’m ever gonna stop!
Power corrupts powerfully
Why don’t you ask the powers that be
How they became unloveable, untrustable, untouchable destructible, corruptible, combustible yet culpable
Haters to the left and right of me
No mater or pater ever guided
No confidant ever confided in me
The pressure is building inside of me
Spilling out like a toxic refinery
Get ready to pay higher fees
Not a slice, I’ll take the entire piece! (Power...power...)
I’ll cut the power! I’ll cut the power! I’ll cut the power!
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Morris Park Boys
03:00
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GUESS THAT’S JUST THE WAY SHE WANTS IT”
Wouldn’t it be sweet, turning over a new leaf?
Starting over in the desert where nobody knows us
And did I have to mention, around the clock protection?
I’m afraid if we stay here, they will blow us away
How can she leave her mama?
Guess that’s just the way she wants it
Morris Park is her nirvana!
Guess that’s just the way she wants it
Jettisoned your “Once upon a...”Guess that’s just the way she wants it
Won’t end up like Mrs. Giancana
She wants that! She wants this!
She wants that! She wants this!
She wants that! She wants this!
She wants that! She wants this!
The life, the life she don’t want me living.
Guess that’s just the way she wants it
Won't share me with the other women
Guess that’s just the way she wants it
Divorce, well that’s a given....Guess that’s just the way she wants it
50 percent of that and this and that and this and...
Wouldn’t it be great, waking up to a clean slate?
A magic door marked tomorrow that you can walk right throughI’ll live the life of a saint
Buy a store and I’ll sell paint
Just like Tony Manero
We tried, believe me, she’s not budging
Guess that’s just the way she wants it
Said no to facial reconstruction!
Guess that’s just the way she wants it
We even promised her liposuction
Guess that’s just the way she wants it
Won't disrupt the kid's education
Guess that’s just the way she wants it
She wants that! She wants this!
She wants that! She wants this!
She wants that! She wants this!
She wants that! She wants this!
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4. |
Ode to a Screaming Jay
01:51
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Ode to a Screaming Jay
Words and music by Serene Dominic
Nobody knows who Screamin’ Jay is
No tribute shows, no impersonators
He sang from his heart and he sang from his coffin
How could he be forgotten?
Nobody knows what Screamin Jay did
He put a spell on you, that spell has faded
Anyone who shows up with a bone through his nose
Ought to still be celebrated
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
He screamed for you and me
So we could all be free
That ain’t no way to treat a memory
Nobody knows what my real name
In another world I was semi-famous
Now I aspire to nothing higher than fading in the floorboards
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
He screamed for you and me
So we could all be free
That ain’t no way to treat a memory
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(I’m An) Old Soul At Heart”
Words and music by Serene Dominic
When I was a baby
Just a speck, barely alive
Beneath my fragile chest there beat a heart of 55
When my friends played their Nintendo
I preferred a ball and jacks
And when they ditched CDs for mp3s
I stuck with shellacs
Oh I know it’s hard to believe
Someone as vibrant as me
Oh don’t read me wrong
Since the day I learned to crawl
I’ve been out of step with the world
No don’t read me wrong
We’re not so far apart
I’m an old soul at heart
When all my peers were knee-deep in crack cocaine and ecstasy
I finally broke down and tried that Bigelow Sleepy Time Tea
When everyone Macarena’d
I stayed true to the Turkey Trot
And I still VCR cause DVR hurt my brain a lot
Oh I know it’s hard to believe
Still so much life left in me
Oh don’t read me wrong
Each day I date myself so much
I even own a wrist corsage
No don’t read me wrong
Underneath this glitz and glam
Lucille Ball is who I am
Oh don’t read me wrong
Since the day I learned to crawl
I’ve been out of step with the world
No don’t read me wrong
We’re not so far apart
I’m an old soul at heart
I’m just an old soul at heart
I’m just an old soul at heart
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Silver Pony Action
Words and music by Serene Dominic
Looking for some silver pony action
A salty mademoiselle in a 5 Star Hotel
Reeling of sexual dissatisfaction
Her hubby doesn't touch
His Cialis supply much
Well she'll know I'm a cowboy by the 10-gallon hat on my head
And for a hot minute, she'll forget about for the old homestead aw yeah
Looking for some silver pony action
A bohemian divorcee
Drinking her life away
Looking for a hitching post distraction
If she flags me on the side
I'll surely let her ride
Cause I'm a slick love bandit gonna steal all that's not nailed down
Like a neon Don Juan open all night all over town
AW YEAH, AW NO, AW YEAH, AW NO, AW YEAH , AW NO!
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7. |
That's My Ava
02:29
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That's My Ava
Words and music by Serene Dominic
If there was a series of words to describe
The way I felt for her inside
Don’t you think I would've used them on her already?
And if they had the power to persuade her to stay
With me on the lap of poverty
I’d tattoo it all over me and she’s by my one and only steady
Her kisses take all the breath from me
The only life I’ve left in me
I love her with such intensity
Italians have that propensity
I’d genuflect for her on one knee
But then she’d lose all respect for me
Why do I gotta prove that
That’s my girl?
We had a love that couldn’t last
It burned too hot
It burned too fast and now it’s in the rearview mirror
Listen!
Once in awhile she misses me
She counts on my dependability
Then she dismisses me before getting any nearer
For me there’s only one ying to my yang
She’s my Ava and I’m her Frank
She pitches a ball and I’m in the tank
For her I’d walk a million planks
She levels me like a well-timed prank
She doesn’t have to say please or thanks
She collects interest in my memory banks
That’s my girl
You won’t see her on social media
It compromises her mystery
Everybody wants to be my successor
But she won’t ever set me free
She’s the biggest slice of my pie chart
The kind of a woman I can’t outsmart
She mixes me up like a Cuisinart
Like a five year old child lost at Walmart
I’m all exposed no camouflage
just like Jesus with his 3d heart
A-glowing and a-hurting through my shirt
Why do I always gotta prove that
That 's my girl
Meanwhile back in my lonely room
I'm losing the smell of her perfume
Sealed with a kiss that seals my doom
That's my girl
(snap)
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Nobody Knows Me Like You Do
Words and music by Serene Dominic
Every morning I’m up before that Ol’ Mr. Sun
Shoots three-digits to me
I walk the loneliest road
Nobody’s cracking my code
But you saw right through me
I never made this connection
All magic, no misdirection
Nobody knows me like you do
Nobody I’d want to call
Nobody knows me like you do
And nobody knows me at all
I was playing my games
Kicking ass, taking names
Chasing that tender
For so long my guards's been up
Why bother to interrupt you sir with surrender
I just can’t stop myself wanting you
Like Poltergeist, I’ll be haunting you
The world has been an empty circle so long
Now I’ve got a friend it’s my time to be strong
Nobody knows me like you do
Nobody I’d want to call
Nobody knows me like you do
And nobody loves me at all
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The Night They Knocked Fat Alfonso Off
Words and music by Serene Dominic
He was Sicilian royalty, off the barge, Taking charge, Livin’ large in the great wide open
Playing every copper like they were Gawker
And he was the lawyer
Who got 100 million for Hulk Hogan
It was a Wednesday and I was onstage fully engaged, singing Alfonzo’s favorite songs “Al do la” and “Non Domentica” means don’t forget you are my darling
Canneloni night
All the best hitman hit the clubs
The night they knocked Fat Alfonzo off
They dressed to kill, but their shoes were scuffed
The night they knocked Fat Alfonzo off
Alfonzo was always shielded by the blue forcefield
Until it was revealed that someone double-dealed
Maybe it was Jimmy the Lip, I doubt it was Sully the Drip
I have my suspicions it was Pietro the Eyeball
It pains me to say Kickbacks weren’t paid somewhere down the chain communication failed, vendettas were maintained and scored had to be settled in the new old fashioned way
All the finest hitman hit the clubs
The night they knocked Fat Alfonzo off
They dressed to kill, they danced til dawn
The night they knocked Fat Alfonzo off
Three shots in the heart and two in the head
Alfonzo fell forward in his Canneloni dead
Brain matter swimming in a sea of maranara
Left behind a wife two kids and a goomah named Sarah
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"Up in Your Attic"
Words and music by Serene Dominic
We have toiled undetected
So your boring life wouldn’t be upended
Our vengeance has been most patient
For a full-scale Orzonian invasion
You will do all our bidding
Does it look like me and my friend are kidding?
Look at the size of our big brains
With a glance we can leave you charred remains
We’re up in your attic, wreaking world havoc
One hum drum home at a time
Up in you attic, making with the static
Ready to curl your trembling human spine
We will populate your neighborhood
But your neighbors won’t know you’re up to no good
Because we know all your weakness
And we’ll kill your loved ones if you deceive us
We’re up in your attic, taking your planet
One hum drum home at a time
Up in you attic, we are most emphatic
To resist is pathetic so don’t you even trrryyyyyyy!
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"The Heat Is Upon Me"
Words and music by Serene Dominic
Arizona the heat is upon me now
Any minute the DA will be swarmin' me now
Attention Fry's shoppers if you see helicopters
This ain't the place that you wanna be
Here cooking crystal in the shape of a cactus
So tourists can affix them to their fridge with a magnet
Crying coyotes with buggin' eyes of peyote
It's a dopey idea but you tell it to your friends, the aliens
SHANABELLA
Friends? My pisano, you're hardly one to talk
You should've never flipped the switch, turned and snitched on your goombahs in New York
Now you wanna be straight but St. Francis you ain't
Some zen guy in a store 10 to 4 selling semi-gloss paint
"Don't forget yer stirrer sir"
What this world needs now's a gangster not the Nutty professor
Someone will killer diller instincts who could whack our cracked oppressors
Otherwise we will die here working for these freakazoids
It's either Exit stage left or Heavens to Mergatroid
Nice track suit, Snagglepuss
VIC
This latest ain't my greatest decision
Sweating balls even in air conditioning
I broke the laws not jaws but i never made a killing
So don't hold out for a hero, I only did it for Deniro
And to save with wife and kid I sang like Caruso to the bureau
Sweetie pie, ain't doing time to do shit, keep my head low, soldier through it
CAUSE THE HEAT IS UPON ME NOW
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French Provincial Kick
01:55
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“French Provincial Kick”
Words and music by Serene Dominic
Mom was on a French provincial kick
Dad was as Roman Catholic
“Don’t it feel like we’re floating in heaven
Don’t it feel like we’re floating in heaven
Don’t it feel like we’re floating in heaven
When we’re home?”
Mystified was I at six years old
I asked my mother why the children had no clothes
Aren’t there any stores up in heaven?
Back to school Robert Hall sales in heaven?
Cause it looks like they’re floating in heaven WITH NO CLOTHES
Cabriole legs were prevailing
Serpentine curves gold detailing
Minstrel boys serenading little peasant girls
Plastic fruit ornamentation
Gold leaf booze cart any occasion
None of us are too long for this world
And if there’s a Bacchanal up in heaven
I can see mom and dad up in heaven
Sending down all their
blessing from heaven when I’m home
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"The Sunnyslope Historic Society"
Words and music by Serene Dominic
It's an anonymous industrial building
Shaded by a dying nondescript tree
Got a front office phone that never needs fielding
For The Sunnyslope Historic Society
Witness Jehovah women skip over the premises
Nary a street lamp nor a handicap ramp
To add emphasis
There's a lackluster plaque you can visit in back
Of the Sunnyslope Historic Society
With engraved names of every consumptive
Never afforded notoriety
People imagine bacteria in plexiglass and stay away
There's not been a byte at our website since the webmaster was paid
We'll go about our business here
Breaking the law with no fear
Meanwhile across the street,
Shoppers stampede for their groceries
Tuberculosis or asthma sufferers
Couldn't care a nit about their sick ancestry
They think it's contagious to gaze at displays
In The Sunnyslope Historic Society
Tourists avoid it
No one's hoi paloi'd it to the local press
But we can employ it, as a dull decoy office
It's simply the best
We'll go about our business here
Breaking the law with no fear
While across the street,
Shoppers stampede for their groceries
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"Take Some Strength From Me"
Words and music by Serene Dominic
All, all I ask is that you please
See what you saw when you first saw me
Aww no, we're not the way we thought we'd end
But we'll soldier through we always do, my friend
Why don't you take some strength from me?
Whatever you need to get from A to B
Don't you know I adore you?
I'd do anything for you
Completely and unconditionally
I know it's hard to focus on much else
You're the type who keeps it all locked inside yourself
The sun's gonna shine after all the endless night we've seen
We'll catch up find our place in the sun, eventually
Why don't you take some strength from me?
Whatever you need to get from A to B
Don't you know I adore you?
I'd do anything for you
Completely and unconditionally
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"The Territory"
Words and music by Serene Dominic
I might as well confess I'm not an alien from another galaxy
It's a malady that makes me perpetrate this fallacy
For if the truth I cleverly concealed were to be revealed You would know I'm not a space invader,
just a time-traveling cicada,
Who once had it made always getting laid
But now knows the shame of seeing our dicks turn to vapor, Wishing we were hung like a first grader.
When fungal hallucinogens spread through our species like a pestilence,
After the war of 2312 our genitals, they fell off from impotency spreading spores
Our kind faced extinction when our female population
saw no more getting it up the butthole, far from viral we were sterile, good for nothing but a cuddle and a dry hump, they deflected and we hived off in a pack, reflecting on how to get our genitals back as we sat in storage units and mused on the lack of a ballsack
With nowhere else to go and nothing else to do,
We learned to read and work the abandoned VCRs no one claimed to need and we watched history channel documentaries about Cosa Nostra, our confidence was bolstered and with the ability to time travel We would become the new Mafia and grow a pair as it were. But instead of balls we grew legs and we learned that we could tilt people's heads but now if we were to travel back to our time we'd find our women kind no longer needed males, for as we learned about the Mafia they studied lesbianism and the Lilith Fair and they must've watched that movie where the womankind in tacky mylar swimwear enslaved men into reproducing morning noon and night, and thought they had it right
So we're a walking talking sperm bank with nowhere to go and oppressing humans isn't the kick we'd thought it's be
So you tell me how a cicada can grow a new dick,
I lost my only friend I feel nauseous and sick and I wanna plant roots, fuck and no longer roam but like Bela Lugosi, I have no home.
When did all the magic turn to misdirection...
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16. |
All Is Forgiven?
02:37
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All Is Forgiven
Written by Serene Dominic
If there is a supreme being
Listening on us this evening
Hope He's coming from a place that's kind
he might take consideration
Our laziest manifestations
After having been beaten down blind
Every motherfuckin' gig
We think we're onto something big
Vince Lombarbi hardy hardy har!
Your apocalypse may vary
All this insolence is scary
So many horsemen have come and gone
As long as we've got each other
No one can render us asunder
Even if we're under someone's thumbs
Kicking someone to the curb
Is nothing nobody deserves
If you've got the nerve
Why don't you listen?
Earth, men and women!
All Is forgiven
You can come home
All your future's at a glance
Change it while you have the chance
This is our last dance
Why don't you listen?
Earth, men and women!
All Is forgiven
You can come home
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Masters of Woe
02:36
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Masters of Woe
Written by Serene Dominic
Winning is a losing proposition
When you win you gotta win again
And if you take your eyes off the prize once
It winds up in someone else’s hands
I’ve been fighting for no good reaso
Getting even if I can’t get free
What God in heaven have i gotta be pleasing
To finally get the shackles off me
Ain’t bleeding cuts under both eyes
Punishment enough?
Are all the crew in my corner saying
“Don’t give up” or “Don’t get up”?
Well this game was rigged from the beginning
Always someone bossing someone around
This breaking point is as good as any
Somebody up there needs some taking down
When is somebody gonna call this fight
Ain’t anybody gonna do what’s right
Since I was born it’s always been the same
They’re always trying to take away my name
I pushed this rope a dope exhibition
As far as it will go
I’m handing in my resignation
I ain’t marching with the Masters of Woe no more
No I ain’t marching with the Masters of Woe no more
No I ain’t marching with the Masters of Woe no more
No I ain’t marching with the Masters of Woe no more
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