Keep It Fake

by J. Marinelli

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1.
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 from Call a timeout on a working weekend 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 is no conversation overdue I've been long over you Ain't sure exactly what I'm supposed to fear Your warnings are never clear There are no winners here Secrets are too volatile for keeping I'd show you all up but I'm sort on time I never stood in line to meet your approval So don't waste my time asking mine Cut from your social shield left to assume It's all in what I consume White powder dusts your heart's a hand grenade Die well in the bed you've made This whole scene's been played
2.
Keep It Fake 00:44
Keep it fake This gig's a funeral wake Insulate yourself from psychic harm No one's not stood For naught like you No conscience no moral alarm It's a big fat laugh Ain't you done the math? And no one's gonna dig you out Mark me absent from Your abcess, hon Ain't gonna retreat No I'm never gonna doubt Keep it fake Keep it fake Yeah just keep it
3.
Until now I haven't seen Despite a sight too close to keen It ain't 100 percent mean But the scene, it lacks a certain kindness Nameless stasis, narrow, low Lying in state far below Anyone I'd want to know I don't suffer cowards, no Because I've seen beyond it all Through the nightclubs and dancehalls And the grafitti in the stalls Scrawled by some Dullie with a Sharpie And I know they know for sure That no mess of a message board So anonymously scored Is gonna keep me from my good word
4.
UR Agenda 01:10
You can do what you wanna do And what you say should dictate who your friends are Still it's a shame that negating me Became the better part of your agenda So I won't make amends 'cos we'll never be friends What would I have to gain? Three years worth of swallowing your blame Loved me so much you couldn't keep your fists off me Won't take no joy in smearing your name Can't do to you what you've done already No I won't make amends 'cos we'll never be friends What would I have to gain?
5.
He had a false harmonic racing through his head Like a big brothers voice In 1985 reborn and twice alive Bound up in desperate choice Pill powder or headphone Tape hiss or tone arm Ones zeroes or halftones You'll not feel old again So lets get awesome He felt that gin and tonic racing through his head As he tore up the stage Flew the Bad Team flag, a skull and crossbones drag Behind a three-chord rage In Lower Arlington He thought he was the one Perhaps he'd show them With his Les Trois Malheures He thought he'd found the cure To all this boredom Pill powder or headphone Tape hiss or tone arm Ones zeroes or halftones You'll not feel old again So lets get awesome
6.
My Mythology 00:45
And it was sharp enough to notice Thought we were wise enough to work it out This ain't no psychology This is everywhere This is my mythology First I was weak enough to wither Then I grew strong enough to run right out This ain't no psychology This is everywhere This is my mythology And all I've known...
7.
Retrived it from its shoebox grave a letter from your long-lost boy and it sparked in me surprisingly a sharp and sudden joy now I had seen these friends of mine avert their eyes and look away and I watched your evil spirit fold beneath my righteous gaze So I conquered it and changed the locks armed with love for half the world knowing well I'd live beyond your years beyond the lies unfurled now I will see these friends of mine rush to my side in disarray and the chaos here from eye to ear says all debts will be paid
8.
On the first day of this New Year The miner spoke up without fear: The only living wage is found Miles below the cold Upshur ground On the second day of this New Year The town of Tallmansville did hear A shudder from deep underground The ICG company town On the third day of this New Year The radio reported here All thirteen miners had been found Alive and well in the cold hard ground On the fourth day of this New Year The CEO's address was clear Misinformed, sadly misled A dozen out of all now dead And as the families of the men Mourned and prayed for their fallen No apology there could be found For the twelve men dead in a company town
9.
I'll tell you where to go 'Cos you might need to know Self-destroyed all at once Now it's sad entertainment While you've been worse than bad You'd gladly trade it all in For half of everything that you had Killed me with surprise Let it strike me dumb I cut you loose all at once And now you hate your freedom All doubt, no benefit Read critically the text By firelight of every effigy I burned This town's hoping that you're choking Ain't gonna be no next no fucking next time
10.
I got a 4-track mind I wonder all the time about the analog hiss and the magnet's kiss so I'll stay in tonight where it ain't so bright and keep my headphones on right through the orange dawn And it'll dawn on everyone everyone in this Blundertown who drinks from plastic grails to their alpha males man I'm too young or old to give them all my time They'll discard it before its prime garbage in garbage out how can you act so proud around me? You celebrate the mundane mediocre strain and play it safe and sound in your Blundertown and if you don't succeed no need to try again because failure just might be your style. Still I'll be back in a little while for now I'll busy my night in the faders' light and keep myself occupied
11.
You are dismissed You got two faces and I wanna rearrange them both You're always in the piss With your crazy pills and shit-talk, a tick on a bloodless host A middle finger from the safety of the safety glass While ***-****, ****, and I were busy draining our glasses Ran outside to chase you down but you was hot-footin' it up the pleasant pleasant pleasant Pleasant Street So I cupped my hands at the side of my mouth and I shouted something so characteristically sarcastic To make shit of your shit-talk and iron out your irony Dont ever fuck with me Or any of my friends Or my girlfriend Or any of her friends This is the sweet sweet end And the good guys won The summer's barely begun Its gonna be some kinda fun I would compile a list Of grievance after grievance but I'm sure that it would take too long You don't need a scientist To figure out that for years I've been right and baby you've been wrong Like a great man said I'm glad to see you go goodbye More than happy just to know that you'll be evil on your own time And maybe twenty years from now you might give a sincere apology To ***-****, ******, and me And to the local music scene For all the human puppetry And all the bad poetry To every person you have used For every privilege you've abused And while you may not be excused You are dismissed
12.
I know some hot young spillers man and ladykillers gonna pick you up just for a letdown and you'll walk home frustrated thru the streets of your town And it's all so boring 'cos you never score no matter how many beds and bars are waiting one day you'll wake up loveless and find it's you you're hating Been so long since I've seen you as you I'm never sure just who I'm talking to Your smartness leaves me dumb Don't like what you've become It's not you Ain't the first to be tricked into being a victim Man it's just a symptom of our culture Impossible to tell between the doves and vultures Living off the carcass of a scene that marked us once When we had a healthier agenda Thus it hurts that much more to see how far they'll bend you Don't mean to let the gas out your balloon But their petiness is stinking up the room Don't need them if they don't want you for you You got so many better things to do Leave them all behind Don't throw your pearls at swine It's not you.
13.
You ain't gonna take it back You ain't gonna take it over You ain't gonna take it back You ain't gonna take it over You ain't gonna take it back You ain't gonna take it over (I) work under the the flag of joy (You) ain't gonna keep me from my labor
14.
Where did you run to? Where did you go? These walls hide secrets And no one knows for sure Oh-oh honey where you been so long? Black cloud o'er this town Since you been gone What was the bargain? What was the trade? Witness protection But no early grave? Oh-oh honey where you been so long? Black cloud o'er this town Since you been gone These days I long for My younger face What I learned back then Won't be erased Oh-oh honey where you been so long? Black cloud o'er this town Since you been gone
15.
Let's take a torch to this torch song of yours The fire's gone out -- extinguished by self-referred text Upon text -- shouldn't you know what comes next A ruin of self parody parody parody parody Let's take a drill to these telephone teeth Your bite none too sharp -- no less your disease-ridden spit Upon spit -- though you'd never admit Has been passed around this quarantine quarantine quarantine quarantine town
16.
Found a tape labeled July Ought-Two Too busy doing what you oughtn't to Pity you couldn't exactly move on But take the path of escape and be gone And it's alright Haven't called me up in a while All the same it'd be too soon for me No need to tell me about Joe and Johnny Yeah it's a shame but I won't share shame with you I've got my own You taught me much more than I wanted to know You took it much further than it can go So get out get out get out get out get out get out of here You crossed yourself out when you crossed me Had too much to prove just to let it be So get out get out get out get out of here Head to headache a nine-day wonder No wonder I medicated myself For useless struggle cheap games of power Cheek to cheek dancing three years smarter now And I'll fight on Better heads under anchors hold me Can I only rely on myself to bear with me Better heads under anchors hold me Can I only rely on myself to bear with me Better heads under anchors hold me can I only rely on myself to bear with me Na na na na na na na na na na na na

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released November 2, 2007

Released by A New Morning Books and Records, 2007. Currently out of Print.

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J. Marinelli Trondheim, Norway

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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