All the Sad Parts 1993​-​2004

by J. Marinelli

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released May 1, 2016

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"...sounds like the funnest maddest person that you know picking you up and swinging you around the room while simultaneously explaining to you the most important secrets of existence and mysteries of life.

It's fun and fast and when it puts you back down safely at the end you want to put it back on again from the start."

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Track Name: Shitwalker
Take a swift old sweet walk along with all your props
you had to split a town full of shit-talkers and cops

you did everything you could to keep from being found
you 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 unwanted because it didn't justify the ends

you did everything you could to keep from being found
you did everything you could to keep me underground

and now you're waxing sentimental
"babe it's a holiday"
so why not every day

your excuse that you went mental
is unacceptable
you're fucking horrible

and now you're waxing sentimental
"J it's a holiday"
so why not every day

your excuse that you went mental
is unacceptable
you're despicable
Track Name: Dear Joan Letter
Stunned and stilted
sex was damned
move on
to leave it unexamined
clear the streets
of every town you sold me to
arched and docile
body true
show your hand and split the scene

incidental accidents
spur on your tired regiment
more faces than a few have known me
you know you know you know Dear Joan

and it's not my problem any more
how you're afraid of everything
and it's time for you to come back home
Track Name: All the Sad Parts
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
I had to talk myself out of giving this much smaller man
a right and a left
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 now
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 want to be hit
I don't want to see it
from wherever I stand

I like the Who
and Husker Du
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 want to be hit
I don't want to see it
from wherever I stand
Track Name: Hit Me (Where I Used To Live)
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

I declare this pity party doll
she does the crawl
six months away
from a pure heart

and I'd like to sleep alone tonight
this is the best I'll write
all February
and you can condemn my selfish jive
whatever has been left alive
is not meant for sharing

and 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
to every occasion
she's at the negative end
of every equation
it's such a fucked situation
can you see the relation?
Track Name: Reclamation Shuffle
Got a job in a hotel
that sits atop an old landfill
cleaning rooms for minimum wage
I do it every day
so I may as well get paid
former location of an old strip mine
from '78 or '79
back before they had laws against it
like I learned in a class I took about it
called West Virginia History
taught by Mister Tomkowski
way back when I was in the 8th grade
I hope they're nice to me on my first day
Track Name: Heartgrenade
Allergy season all summer sick
these days spent drunk on a poor girl's pollen
apologies if I sound thick
but I just wanna know where this entitlement comes form

call a timeout on a working weekend
a circle of chairs on someone else's lawn
you never paused long enough to know anyone's pain
so don't try to tell me which side I'm on

there is no conversation overdue
I've been long over you
not sure exactly what I'm supposed to fear
your warnings are 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 your 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 made

this whole scene's been played
Track Name: Rotary Champs
Hey Rotary Champs
don't be afraid to use your amps
a flaw is but a virtue
Track Name: The Salt Depot
It takes a big man to admit that he's jealous
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'

didn't you know that I'm the one
couldn't you guess that the image degrades
with every copy you make
Track Name: Julie Ought To
Found a tape labeled July '02
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
but like I said it'd be too soon for me
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I can't say that I miss it that much
and I'll fight on
you taught me even more about you
you taught me even more about you
so 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
so get out get out get out get out of here
head to headache a global power struggle
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cheek-to-cheek dancing three years smarter now
and I'll fight on
better head under anchors hold me
can only rely on myself to be pretty
better head under anchors hold me
can only rely on myself to be pretty
better head under anchors hold me
can only rely on myself to be pretty
better head under anchors hold me
can only rely on you to be shitty
Track Name: Priapus Rex
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Track Name: The Goods (Are Getting It Together)
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 selling you're buying and I'm the currency
the voiceless subject of your scopophilia
but you better watch your back because 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 your phallus is gonna lose its mojo
you'll be flaccid red like my bleeding sucking wound
gonna crawl back to your motherfucking womb
better watch your back boy because the goods are getting it together
Track Name: Can't Say No
When I was young
I swore it would never end
it all seemed
so much more important then

give me time
to be what I want again
the fault's not mine
I 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
the fault's not mine
I can't seem to choose the right friends
they're not mine

here we go - it's a tragedy
I can't say no I can't say no
I left behind the best part of me
left behind left behind
it's a tragedy

nowhere fast
in my only lonely town
when I'm up
I know I can go only down

give me time
to be what I want again
the fault's not mine
I can't seem to choose the right friends
they're not mine

here we go - it's a tragedy
I can't say no I can't say no
I left behind the best part of me
left behind left behind
it's a tragedy
Track Name: The Sour Fruit Is Sweet
Pay phone buzzes desperately
like a fly caught between the screens
scraping legs and breaking wings
against what she can't see

eight eyes scan the sand traps
like a diver in the deep
as she weightlessly will creep
around what we've both known

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 heat
will fade eventually

and she will be miles from here
more far than near
when I find something better on my own
Track Name: Cheater's Lake/Cheater's Luck
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 songs
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 interest

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
because 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
Track Name: Pomade Years
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 we once knew

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
an unfunny 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
Yours is a dodgy song
Don't step behind
And pay no mind
To what the world expects from you this time