Stray Volts

by J. Marinelli

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released June 17, 2017

All songs written by J Marinelli © and (P) 2017 Pertnere Music
Recorded via four-track cassette in Lexington, Kentucky January 2016
Mastered by David Klug in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania February 2016
Cover art by Dan Davis/Kin Ship Goods


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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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Track Name: Brand-New Glasses
Dear child of doubt
Don't freeze me out
I'm not trying to impress
My glow's a happy accident

But can I try your glasses on
My gaze a staid and stolid locus
Spent, a pent-up panorama
A sordid slideshow out of focus now

You learn fuck-all
Through speaking small
We find nothing when we seek it
The longing's there so why not pique it

But can I try your glasses on
My gaze a staid and stolid locus
Spent, a pent-up panorama
A sordid slideshow out of focus now

When you play the princeling
It's hardly convincing
So get a grip and rip it up
And terrify and toughen up this town
Track Name: Unvitation
In an endless rendition
You net nothing but carrion
How in the hell can you send me an

I won't sing smarter than you hear
Earmarked, un-murky, my message clear
Every vowel and consonant
Is pointed upward to make you want
So how in the hell can you send me an

Secret stars and rent-boy bars
Have snubbed me on their way
While I've been told I'm on a golden road
My doubt is holding sway
Ageless and teenage
It seems there's left to do
But sweat and scowl for you

In an endless rendition
You net nothing but carrion
How in the hell can you send me an
Track Name: Madison Girls
You’re digging trenches while I’m scaling narrow walls
You’re talking swastikas with tattooed boys and all
But when your luck runs out you’ll walk a fragile floor
And grit your teeth about how far you had to fall

Look at the way you did me in
Look at the idiot you’ve been
Check how I’ll lose you when I win
Go back to Madison

I’m counting bruises where no bruise should ever be
While you spread doubt about the spawn of you and me
But when the dope runs out you’ll spend the week indoors
And resurrect the ghost of what we had before
Track Name: The Dead Don't Need Us
A conscience is a parental pathfinder
It scratches – could we all have been kinder
Bent in a flash of perfection, imperfection
We can see all but our vanity, our insanity

The dead don’t need us

Are we guilty survivors?
Discursive – are we road-hungry lifers?
Slaves to an energy internal, eternal
Currents unfocused like a cinder in a howling berm
Track Name: Humble-Brag Man
Humble-brag man
He’s a thick country ham
Gonna hit you up, stitch you up
Any way that he can
Humble-brag man
Another dodgy old scam
Tricky Dick
Shift you quick
Icebox to the fry-pan

From the oven to the fridge
Here comes the bridge

Wet handshake-quake
Betrays a right sketch-bag
His false modesty is such a drag

Track Name: French Exit Foreseen
Define your borders
Defy convention
Honor your mistake
As hidden intention

No matter where the universe might put me
I will have known you

Foreseen French Exit
Vacant expression
Won’t hold a light to
Written impression

No matter where the universe may not put me
I won’t want to know you
Track Name: Cocaine Activist
Ersatz leader of men
A third arm sprouts to pat his back
Our manic cocaine activist

Martyress to cook and clean
A third arm gropes to stroke him off

Hardwired to sharper gills
A hurtful waste, all bottom-fed
Our toxic cocaine activist

Lackeys to charm and crawl
A third arm strains to rub him out

Monopolize the conversation
At every meeting
In it for the ingratiation
Your time he’s stealing
And it’s got him reeling

Stagger-drunk on your applause
Urgent, insurgent paper tiger
Filmy and soft in tooth and claw
Neither a lover nor a fighter
With rhetoric so desperate
Intentions that may motivate
Are less than pure
They’ll always leave you sore
They’ll always leave you sore
Track Name: The Evil of Two Lessers
The lost year’s blight will never fade from sight
Only the bitters can we sweeten
As we charm ourselves through the shivering dawn
With every new dose of misfortune

Lasso me lazy like the moon
I’ll hang you up in my orbit
Bite the bit we’re bound for nowhere

Soon to hide, din of the Delta ride
Held-over pulse like a crestfallen
Countenance, establish your distance
Now that you’ve blown out every engine

And six months I’ll not be found
Face hidden in broad daylight
Miles away form the lost year’s stomping ground
Track Name: The Common Come-On
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 Lexington 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 old hearts hold fast
To the weakling’s lost weekend
Track Name: Creak and Sway
Wrested control of myself last night
Dug in deep with an X-Acto knife
Burnt so bad but it felt all good
Just the way a sovereign self should

Put my neck into the loop last night
Pulled the rope ‘round a red throat tight
Cut the gas and read me my last rites
Creaked and swayed in the window light
Track Name: Stray Volts
Last week I took a walk among some industry hell
A silent stray volt winter at the fracking well

A Babylon of bad decisions-oh
Advance a yes-man plot with no big no
But when the credits roll the weaknesses will show

Last night I had a comrade help me with the math
Of smoking out a certain strain of sociopath

Lurking behind me like a blonde shadow
No matter how much shade I throw
Stray volts will darken every contrived pose

And I’ll sleep sound tonight
So thankful that I’ve sussed
Each individual in which to put my trust

You’ll see no time for fuckery
No more stray volts for me

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