Laughing All the Way to the Fretex

by J. Marinelli

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This album is dedicated to the memory of Dan Gallagher.

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released January 13, 2020

Recorded via 8-track analog by at Studio Anatomy in Traverse City, Michigan by TJ Hall. Mastered at Zone Eight Studios in Granville, West Virginia by Mark Poole.

All songs (C) and (P) Pertnere Music, 2020

Commodity Fetish Analogue (CFA13)

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J. Marinelli Morgantown, West Virginia

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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Track Name: What We Talk About When We Talk Shit
I object
Might we drop the subject
You're speaking more to the speaker
And less of the object
He or she or him or her's
Not here my dear
Can't retort, dispute or refute it
This is what we talk about
When we talk shit

Sound and fury
Fury unfounded
Significance unsignified
Grounds ungrounded
He or she or him or her's
Not here my dear
Can't deny, defy or qualify it
This is what we talk about
When we talk shit

Wrenched and pressed
In my discomfort
Wrinkled nose whiffs
Rhetorical bloodsport
He or she or him or her's
Not here my dear
Can't nuance
Or dance around it
This is what we talk about
When we talk shit
Track Name: The Big Listen
Process is motion, product is rest
Repetition is a form of change
Honor your mistake as a hidden intent

Rest assured it stumps the best of us
Your situation is hardly unique
but it weakens your stride, all in the same
Try to retrace your steps
Suss out which is to blame
For the big mistake
Mistake by the lake
Track Name: Citizen Science
Like a child of Eden
I let it trace my chin
Sap from the good tree of knowledge
We lambs defame
Slaughter in his name
And tyrants made in his image
Oh comrade, oh comrade
Think not of me a knave
'Twas traces resolved
From which we evolved
Found in the Lascaux Caves
No hell-mouth below
No means of control
No reward for earthly kindness
No lambs more sincere
Than we, I fear
With only empathy to guide us
Oh comrade, oh comrade
How might I bend your ear?
'Twas the dun mastodon
And not black demon bones
Found in the pits of La Brea
Alas, alas, or race it won't last
Yoked to your ancient mythos
Enslaved, depraved
We shall not be saved
From thine apocalypso
Oh comrade, my comrade
Say not for me a prayer
The cosmonaut
Found naught, no god
In the heavens
When he was up there
Track Name: Teenage DNA
Spike your step
There's a big day coming
No chance to walk
When you're in the running
Steeper cliffs give to sharper slips
You'd best not lose your traction

Closer to 50 now than to 20
You've not sold out
If you've got no money
Adult crash left you unabashed
To adjust your expectations

Winsome
So goddamn lonesome
I'm gonna drop a truth-bomb
This is the bed you made, son
You'd best un-fuck your head some

Motorik clicks out motivation
Harmonic breaks your hibernation
The crash subsides
The big grump hides
And won't come out to play

Assume at once
I'm just being clever
But this stance is on
A chromosomal level
Life's more fun when
You can't outrun your
Teenage DNA
Track Name: Beercan Chicken
Bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok
Bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok
Bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok
Bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok
Snatch it grab it snatch it grab it
Beer can chicken
Low-hanging fruit
Track Name: Fossil Park
If you need me I'll be in fossil park
Digging for things older than me
Ancient Sylvania
Lucas County quarry town
Trilobite forest green

I'd do fine without your village life
I'd feel more at home in the Devonian Sea
Arcane sandman swimming with the Coelacanth
That'd be the life for me

If you need me I'll be in fossil park
Digging for things older than me
Ancient Sylvania
Lucas County quarry town
Trilobite forest green

No spade or shovel to command
The shale is soft enough to break with your own hands
No toxic modern-day demands
Dig in, man
Digging man

If you need me I'll be in fossil park
Digging for things older than me
Ancient Sylvania
Lucas County quarry town
Trilobite forest green
Track Name: The Why and the How
You're going zero zero zero zero to Jimmy
In a 1-2-3
And you're a-Louie Louie Louie losing friends
in an 8, 9, 10
And you ain't gonna have no fun
In a 4,3,2,1
Spell's been broken now
No useless why and how
State your case but no jury believes you
I wouldn't hold my breath
For some judge to reprieve you
I won't stand trial
I've got the world as my witness
What you say behind my back
Ain't none of my business now
No useless why and how
You're going zero zero zero to Jimmy
In a 1-2-3
And you're a-Louie Louie Louie losing friends
in an 8, 9, 10
And you ain't gonna have no fun
In a 4,3,2,1
Spell's been broken now
No useless why and how
My rear-view is clear
My house un-haunted
Still you lie to yourself
Make-believe you're still wanted
With the years I've got left
I'm gonna make the most
Won't find me sitting around at home
Arguing with ghosts
Not now
No useless why and how
Track Name: Mistake by the Lake
With lungs of lake-silt on that Bland Traverse Shore
We heap praise on anything we can ignore
And fade it to the background like no much pink noise
Drowned by the chiming cash register's voice
And was this not the mythic monolith
We thought we'd destroyed
That noble, naive notion just won't take
For pity's sake
The mistake by the lake
We celebrate all that is safe and mundane
The fashions may differ, the function's the same
No burning ambition to see past this scene
All keen sets of ears with no thoughts in between
And to our great embarrassment we thought we'd be the change
That noble, naive notion just won't take
For pity's sake
The mistake by the lake
Track Name: Leelanau Waltz
Holster up your Leland steel
Won't you holster up your Leland steel
Your Leland steel will bring your foes to heel
And keep your surfeit safe from harm
Never trust a clown-white man
Don't you ever trust a clown-white man
Oh a clown-white man will kill you if he can
And drink of your blood like wine
Cult of the Colt trace the bent path
Of the Bible and the gun
Ozymandias you're a horror show
Ozymandias you're a horror show
You're a horror show
And everyone you know
Will lurk upon your works and despair
Ally can't you feel the heft
Oh Ally can't you feel the heft
Can't you feel the heft
Invincible and deft
You sent him to his grave none too soon
Cult of the Colt trace the bent path
Of the Bible and the gun
Track Name: You're So Vague
Baby you're so vague
So not unafraid
Of staking anything
Resembling a claim
Someday someone may
Challenge what you say
And that would break your brain
Baby you're so tame

Honey look at your crowd
Not a naysayer to be found
Just a child with a megaphone
Screaming far too loud
Someday someone may
Challenge what you say
And that would break your brain
Baby you're so lame

Ambiguous
A walking curse
Ain't nothing worse
Track Name: Bravery Way
Hoping that she'd say goodbye a different way
Not stilted and afraid
Dress rehearsal, situation comedy
My one-trick show awaits
Won't you go
Just so you know, my dear
This play will close today
On a smile that never fades
And even if it all should tumble to the ground
I know I will have found
A bond that could never be staged
One misstep could make the backdrop shake and fall
It's all two-dimensional
And the lead actress has drawn with lipstick on my face
Put me in a brighter place
And it shows
Just so you know, my dear
This play will close today
On a smile that never fades
And even if it all should tumble to the ground
I know I will have found
A bond that could never be staged
Wishing that I'd said hello a braver way
Not stilted and afraid
I'll shake this stage fright
And I'll stay here for a while
I'm all smiles

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