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All is Forgiven? - Original Cast Album

by Serene Dominic, Jude Jehad, Joobs & Andrew Jemsek

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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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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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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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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” 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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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 finally 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 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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released April 19, 2020

All music performed by Serene Dominic except

Keyboards on "How'd I Become a Monster" "Morris Park Boys," Ode to Screaming Jay" and "Old Soul at Heart" by Steve Asetta

"Nobody Knows Me Like You Do"
Frank Hanyak - drums
Jim Speros - keyboards
Charles Seeley - bass

"All is Forgiven?"
Frank Hanyak - drums
Pete Walker - lead guitar


Musical Director - Steve Asetta

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