All the Sad Parts (1993​-​2004)

by J. Marinelli

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1.
Shitwalker 01:59
Take your sickly sweet-talk along with all your props Had to split this town full of shit-talkers and cops Did everything you could to keep from being found Did everything you could to keep me underground Suck your host make the most of the ghosts of all your friends And now you're haunted and wanted 'cause it didn't justify the ends Did everything you could to keep from being found Did everything you could to keep me underground Now you're waxing sentimental "Babe it's a holiday" So why not everyday Your excuse that you've gone mental Is unacceptable You're fucking horrible
2.
Stunned and stilted Sex was damned Move on To leave it unexamined Still you tell me That we're in the cards Clear the streets Of every town you sold me to Arched and docile Body true Show your hand And split the scene Dear Joan Incidental accidents Spur on your tired regimen More faces than a few have known me You know you know you know Dear Joan And it's not my problem anymore How you're afraid of everything And it's time for you To go back home Dear Joan
3.
I like you, I like you But I'm not in love with your record collection I miss you, God knows I do Especially when you're standing right next to me Sorry I couldn't stick around And watch him fuck with your head Had to talk myself out of giving this much smaller man A right and a left I knew I'd be better off screaming my guts out next door With Jeremiah and Jeff I'm sad for you, so sad for you I can only assume that our big plans are finite It's bad for me, so bad for me I can only assume that you won't be staying here tonight I'll carry this torch so long That it won't burn my hands Still I'll cover my eyes during all the sad parts And make no demands Because I don't wanna be it, I don't wanna see it From wherever I stand I like the Who And Hüsker Dü But I'm not in love with your record collection I miss you God knows I do Especially when you're standing right next to me I'll carry this torch so long That it won't burn my hands Still I'll cover my eyes during all the sad parts And make no demands Because I don't wanna be it, I don't wanna see it From wherever I stand
4.
The digital clock outside First National on High Street blinks It's time she went to bed Yes, the one she made herself The one that I'd die in Before I'd lie in with her Well I declare, this pity party doll She does the crawl Six months away form a pure heart I'd like to sleep alone tonight This is the best I'll write all February And you can condemn my selfish jive Whatever's been left alive's Not meant for sharing Six months on she'll try To hit me where I used to live Her fist will connect With the wrong parts She wore a different face For every occasion Down at the negative end Of every equation It's such a fucked situation Can't you see the relation?
5.
Got a job in a hotel That sits across an old landfill Cleaning rooms for minimum wage I'd do it anyway So I might as well get paid Former location of an old stripmine From '78 or 1979 Back before there were laws against it Like I learned in a class I took about it called "West Virginia History" Taught by one Mister Tomkowski Back when I was in the 8th grade I hope they're nice to me On my first day Alright
6.
Heartgrenade 02:09
Allergy season All summer sick These days spend drunk On a poor girl's pollen Apologies if I sound thick I just want to know Where this entitlement comes form Call a timeout On a working weekend A circle of chairs On someone else's lawn You've never paused long enough To know anyone's pain So don't try to tell me which side I'm on There ain't no conversation overdue I've been long over you Ain't sure exactly whom I'm supposed to fear Your warnings were never clear There are no winners here Your secrets Are too volatile for keeping I'd show you all up But I'm short on time I never stood in line To meet your approval So don't waste my time Asking for mine Cut from your social shield Left to assume It's all in what I consume White powder dusts Your heart's a handgrenade Die well in the bed you've made This whole scene's been played
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(extemporaneous)
8.
Hey rotary champs Don't be afraid to use your amps A flaw is but a virtue
9.
Haunted Dub 02:04
n/a
10.
It takes a big man to admit that he's jealous when the tempo's too fast to be taken that serious and I could tell that you left by the look in his red face before he said a thing I held I all down yes I held I all didn't you know that I'm the one couldn't you guess that the image degrades with every copy you make now my brand-new job is turning me into the devil I sacrifice time always spent without you twist it up to an C down to a B B for 'bothersome' twist it up to an A down to a J for me and ' jealousy.'
11.
Found a tape labeled "July Ought-Two" When you were doing what you oughtn't to I guess you had to move on You had to make your escape and be gone But it's alright You haven't called me in a while Quite the same it'd be too soon for me Then again I got new real eyes on So I can't say I miss it that much And I'll fight on You taught me more about you You taught me more about you Get out get out get out get out of here You told me much more than I wanted to know You told me much more than I wanted to know Get out get out get out get out of here Head to head in global power struggle I turned more than I thought I had to Worry worked in a gaze, a glower Cheek to cheek dancing three years smarter now And I'll fight on Better heads under anchors hold me Can only rely on myself to be pitied Better heads under anchors hold me Can only rely on you to be shitty
12.
Priapus Rex 01:56
(Unknown/unremembered -- but with faintly recalled references to William Blake and Dionysian phallus-headed gods)
13.
You're my lover, you're my son, you're the motherfucking leading man And I'm stuck 'neath your gaze in a film-forced fascination You're you-re a-selling, you're a-buying I'm the currency The voiceless subject of your scopophilia But you better watch your back, there's a million more of me Burt Reynolds, Chuck Norris, George Peppard, Steve McQueen au-go-go But if you dare act on it that phallus is gonna lose its mojo You'll be flaccid red like my bleeding wound Gonna crawl back home to your mother's fuckin' womb Better watch you back, boy 'Cause the goods are getting it together
14.
Can't Say No 02:31
When I was young I swore it never end It all seemed Much more important then Give me time To be what I want again The fault's not mine Can't seem to choose the right friends They're not mine In the day I struggle to keep me sane In the night My tears will fade on your grin Give me time To be what I want again These fault's not mine Can't seem to choose the right friends They're not mine Here we go It's tragedy Can't say no Can't say no Left behind The best part of me Left behind Left behind It's tragedy Nowhere fast In my only lonely town When I'm up Know I can go only down Give me time The fault's not mine Can't seem to choose the right friends They're not mine Here we go It's tragedy Can't say no Can't say no Left behind The best part of me Left behind Left behind It's tragedy It's tragedy
15.
Payphone buzzes desperately Like a fly caught between the screens Scratching legs and breaking wings Against what she can't see Eight eyes scan the sand-trap Like a diver in the deep As she weightlessly will creep Around what we don't know And she will be miles from here More far than near When I find something better on my own Shot below the grain-belt Like a watcher in the wheat Always vigilant but meek Against the weight of it Lucky to discover That the sour fruit is sweet And the sorrow and the heat Will fade eventually And she will be miles from here More far than near When I find something better on my own
16.
Now that you've been exposed I can strip this house Of your bad language That seeped into our clothes Like the taste of Cheat Lake water In your throat Now that everybody knows I can walk with the sweet sun on my back And be honest in my tones Because I've dropped the pose now That you've been exposed You can say I've got no evidence But I trust my friends To look out for my interests You can maintain your innocence I've got no tolerance For your false defenses Now that you've been exposed I can hold a brand-new Salem witch trial And burn you at the post 'Cause I don't live in doubt now That you've been exposed And I won't live in doubt Now that you've been exposed
17.
Pomade Years 02:26
Your hype Is larger than life delusional tripe force-fed by the forces That bring your weakness to light so afraid that you might meet the you that you once were Before the collapse was pure and total somewhere between the first chord and the last call and I'll sit back and watch you choke on your smoke You're such a fucking joke -- flat broke since the pomade years No doubt, it's getting played out so steeped in your clout you forget who your friends are and you rest on the laurels that you don't have and dismiss all the bliss that we once shared You take the path of least resistance and wonder why I keep my distance when your whole life's a mess of mirrors and smoke you're such a fucking joke -- flat broke since the pomade years Teeth grow long No dodgy song Step behind And pay no mind To what the world expects from you this time
18.
The driest daytime drama lives In silly personality seams Introducing each date The singles are going straight (to hell) Unhealthy innuendo throughout The common come-on is strange Where the whimsical sect Entitles English miles I can see for miles and miles Below the drop You’ll wind up in Another town And burn the heart of everyone Who dares to stick around Australopatheticus breaks weak Scorches torch-song in touches Fluttery guitars hide fast The weakling’s lost weekend
19.
I woke up wearing Goldie's medals To seize and savor them To watch intently As she let so many others waste her So anxious for mine If I sold this to Hollywood It would end Hollywood It would end Hollywood End with every award Your legendary heart deserves Not wishing fully That she'd come around Deceive and savor Declaring that She will drown or be drowned In such sickness harbored|If I sold this to Hollywood It would end Hollywood It would end Hollywood End with every award Your legendary heart deserves My hope's sustaining And it's shining And it's wonderful
20.
My Mythology 01:24
And I was sharp enough to notice Thought I was wise enough to work it out This is no psychology This is everywhere This is my mythology First I was weak enough to wither Then I grew strong enough to work it out This is no psychology This is everywhere This is my mythology And all I've known...

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Recorded via boombox and four-track cassette, 1993-2004. Mastered by Mark Poole, January 2016. Released on cassette by Pop's Analogue of Lexington, KY in April 2016. Currently out of print.

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released May 1, 2016

All songs written by J. Marinelli, (c) (p) 2016 Pertnere Music. All instruments played by J. Marinelli unless otherwise noted on the individual track listings.

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J. Marinelli is a one man band like no other. The sound and fury that emotes from his haunting Appalachian echoed yowl falls somewhere between Guided By Voices, a lost mountain troubadour and a classic 70’s punk outfit from your dreams.
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