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Death, The Weather & Girls, Girls, Girls!

by Jake Joyce McCoy & The Mean Mean Reds

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From the bottom of a foggy past All the refuse of our teeming shores That's where our tale begins Dipped into the River Styx I've weathered the storm The wolves are at your door Open up and let me in Then suddenly in private Well it seems he's not so tough But I've got the guts to lay in wait All I need to know is that we've settled the score Because the old idea is getting such a bore I'll amuse all the dancing fools I'll do whatever pleases me If it doesn't hurt no one A mad scientist mixing midnight oil I'm dreaming up a remedy A cure for everyone Tempest in a tea kettle Testing my mettle Reading lines from my palm Seduced by the Whore of Babylon She's a pistol A dynamo But I've got my steady on my arms She tells me things she thinks She's pretty and peeking through a hole And I can't afford to live there anymore The walls are paper thin And the neighbors a creep Rent's dirt cheap But it ain't free I need space and natural light Spines of books stacked in a row Like decorative furnishings A king piling up his earnings If there's something in those pages worth me learning To keep it quiet is just burning The run-out groove of a siren songs sweetest release I'd sooner listen all by myself All I need to know is that there's something more Because the old idea is getting such a bore
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Part of me is here Part of me is gone Part of me is all yours Part of me is all my own A secret knock and a firm handshake The pleasure club Won't let you in Bewildered by the wilderness It's crickets or arguments A penny for your thoughts Despite the angles and designs Such an honest face Such a seedy unseemly place I can sympathize but it serves you right Running around playing kissy-face With a girl thats half your age A stiff drink and a close shave Dress your wounds Peel it off Lovers out of touch Strangers out of reach It wasn't worth that much Cut your loss Cut me deep Brighten the corners and kill the lights Such an extraordinary face An extraordinary place I can sympathize but it serves you right Running around playing kissy-face With a girl that's half your age This is the part where we argue And the bottom drops out This is the part where we both agree To give this thing another shot Aim high Shoot straight Kiss kiss bang bang! Part of me is all yours Part of me is all my own Part of me is right here Part of me is already gone
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A little too much alike We were so self-involved Gawking at our own parades A broken vagabond I know the directory by heart You're rigid and fixed I'm a wandering star You let me hold your purse I paid a princely sum You blended in like a Wednesday I had a crush on everyone Staging dangerous leaps Over reflecting pools Slightly out of step With the marching band Wild me running free Like a caged animal On hubris and fumes You were running with the wolves You let me hold your purse But you held the strings Chasing the prized fighter Throwing punches at the wind We were the lion and the tiger The joker and the witch Catching air Blackbird fly We were wasting our breath Wasting light But the sun will rise again And again And again Swallow the pill and grind Under water Under fire Don't hold your breath Fanning old flames Let sleeping dogs lie Maybe I kid Many a truth said in jest
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I've seen better days In the pouring rain I soaked up all the summer sun's rays And swept the clouds away And I'm on my way To where the air is sweet I don't know if it really exists But thats where I'll be Oh, god cursed me In the midst of paradise I was a force to be reckoned with In my youth Crazy cool inside A firestorm when in my element Now I'm just a cloudy day Blowing in the wind And I'm never going down that road again No, I'm never going down that road I believe we've come uphill just far enough Blue skies are straight ahead Look all around you Blindsided by a sec Ker punch Tough luck Good news: I am strong Why can't we ever have anything nice I mean you no harm I want you in my life I want you in my arms I've seen better days But I'm no worse for wear I shoveled up all the junk in my way Smell of spring is in the air Come along, take my hand Let's climb up to the peak I'll be the king You'll be the queen Of all that we see I'm on my way To where the air is clear I don't know if it really exists But let's get the hell out of here
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Kindred spirits build revival tents By the roadside of some narrow mountain pass Selling trinkets and wares And plastic souvenirs But I don't need none Met a stranger riding horseback on my trail He asked to bum a clove cigarette Reading from the Book of Exodus In a puff of smoke he vanished Its no matter I only had one left I don't mind I just move on through Saving up all my free time So I can spend it all on you Whatever you wanna do I don't mind Hopping trains and hitching rides In search of solidarity And a little solitude But as luck would seem to have it I can't leave well enough alone Its not my circus I watched him wind and wind and wind Kicking over chairs And a wicked silver tongue Fake accents and pirate ships Get thee behind me There's nowhere left to run I don't mind I just move on through Saving up all my free time So I can spend it all on you Whatever you wanna do I don't mind Shrugging my shoulders And shuffling my feet across the line Now its all this If I push there's no way to survive The bottom of the fall If you jump You'll stand a chance Draw a deeper breath Unless you've got a death wish Please don't let me Be your better half I don't mind I just move on through Saving up all my free time So I can spend it all on you Whatever you wanna do I don't mind
6.
Flickering lights fading away Concrete flowers are wilting Like gravestones sinking into the soil The buildings and bridges behind me Rickety and swaying in the wind I know I'm too much Some were moving out Some were moving in I was headed towards oblivion And you... Telephone poles zipping by in a blur Hooray! Odds are on the human race by a mile And if you lower your voice Can you hear the blackhawks Can you hear the dogs Circling and whistling in the wind Thing is I know I'm too much Too much Some were weeded out Some were closing in I stopped to catch my breath And you kept on
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Not all those who wander Have completely lost their minds Step right up Sit and get comfortable Scales will fall from your eyes You'll be laughing in the aisles Thrust into the spotlight All dolled up in white For the costume party How dare you question my conviction I said I'd never be, never be, never belong You shouldn't have did what you done The arguments between liars and cheats A quiet heart to heart But I wish you'd say I'm sorry Suspense is nearly killing me But I can't walk out This far in You sold me out and down the river Just to see how the other half lives Was it worth the price of admission We'll burn that bridge when we get to it You shouldn't have done what you did So tired of sleeping alone now With one eye open and my jaw clenched I get mad, mad, mad Wanna know how it feels? Stick a needle in your eye And if you believe all we see is theater And all the world is real horrorshow Get your tickets at the door Standing next in line Mistaking velvet ropes for taste I should have guessed This far in If I'm alive or if I'm dead When the credits roll I only hope that I've arrived At where I was coming from The hero or villain The arguments between liars and cheats A quiet heart to heart But I wish you'd say I'm sorry Suspense is nearly killing me And I can't walk out Because I believe all we see is theater And all the world is real horrorshow Get your tickets at the door Standing next in line Mistaking velvet ropes for taste I should have known This far in
8.
I feel the howling moon's Rhythm buried under me And like a monkey The sun becomes The weight caked On my back Gravity pulls I'm in control Of everything My body moves Here's a psychic glimpse Of these parlour tricks Disappearing in the mist An easy prey to novelty Another blunt instrument Embedded in frontiers Of exotic breads And circus freaks Who've been brutalized And vaporized I no longer exist In voluptas mors The pleasure in grotesque I saw what you did to him And I know how it feels I'm a monster I am man I'm machine Modernized this monkey mind Oh, the humanity
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Existing on the fringes Sinnerman what new disease are you on? Cheap thrills running from police And swindling priests Oh no, its so tragic but I can't look away What you waiting on? I can get you through the gates Before the devil knows Then boys, you're on your own It might sound crazy Just be in touch if there's a change of heart Unscrewing the hinges Ambulance sirens through the lower ninth The janitor handed me a skeleton key We floated through space Oh no, its so tragic but I can't look away What you waiting on? I can get you through the gates Before the devil knows Then boys, you're on your own It might sound crazy Just be in touch if there's a change of heart An interstellar supernova collapsing Into the arms of a superstar

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A Private Stash of Schoolboy Howlers performed by....
Jake Joyce McCoy & The Mean Mean Reds

A long overdue collection of new songs recorded by me, myself and I in the basement of my mom's house

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released February 10, 2023

Organized, Authorized & Materialized by Jake Joyce McCoy

Recorded @ Gargantuan Tarantula Studios
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Miximized & Maximized by ChristopHer Steffen
@ pH Studios - Lincoln, NE

Introducing The Mean Mean Reds;

Ry Steffen - Drums
Mike Hilson - Lead Guitars on 'Monster'
Sister Jen - Vox on 'Cowards'
Jake Joyce McCoy - Everything Else

All music and lyrics written by Jake Joyce McCoy
@ 2022 ZeroZipZilch Music

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Jake Joyce McCoy Crestone, Colorado

A moment ago this didn't exist and POW! Here it is. An enigmatic cartoon stumbled in from the wilderness claiming to have utilized wasted time wood-shedding songs from inside a vacuum. An insular world where locals talk about the weather, sports and who died. I want to talk about bigger things...and girls! ... more

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