Music
Written and Performed by The Crazy Ivans
Artwork by Kevin Brammer
Produced by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio
Recorded and Mixed by Gary Long and JT Longoria, Nomad Recording Studio
Mastered by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio
| 1. | Geek | Play | Geek
Pete Venkman never was a lady’s man, still you do all you can to emulate him. And while I will admit that Indy was cool, he never made me drool. Hell, I’d rather do his dad. \007 is a wonderful game, but not your claim to fame. I always kill you. So why not just take up D&D like your brother Steve? You know, I hear he’s dungeon master now. I know more than any girl should know about elves & gnomes & dwarves & trolls. But I take it with a grain of salt, cause I dig you babe and it’s not your fault. And when I see you I can’t help but stare at your tighty-whitey underwear. Cause, somehow, you pull off lame. You know you pull it off. You always tell me Amedala’s great for Natalie Portman’s sake. Please, go see "where the heart is." I’ll never be as hot as Trinity, but try to brainwash me, and I will still kick your ass. You’re probably more like Luke than Han Solo, still your best friend Joe reminds me of Chewbacca. You order pizza every Wednesday night, watch Lost and fight about the hidden deeper meaning of the show. I know more than any girl should know about Wolverine & GI Joe. But I take it any way I can, cause I dig you babe. I’m your biggest fan. And when I see you I can’t help but stare at your superman logo underwear. Cause, somehow, you pull off lame. You know you pull it off. |
Geek
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Written and Performed by The Crazy Ivans Produced by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio Recorded and Mixed by Gary Long and JT Longoria, Nomad Recording Studio Mastered by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio |
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| 2. | My Favorite Song | Play | My Favorite Song
Na na na… In the morning when I wake up, I put on my favorite tapes. Splash some cold water on my face, now I'm almost ready for the day. I'm looking in the mirror. Who's that old girl staring at me? Start dancing to the Pixies… who cares? There's no one here to see.
Here comes my favorite song. Turn up the radio. I wanna sing along. I wanna go to the show where we'll all sing… Na na na. 5:00 and I'm done with work now, but I don't really mind the drive. Got my stereo on real loud and I'm heading for my favorite dive. Frankie at the bar's always smiling and darling Rebel takes the stage. I wish that I could stay here all night. I should have been here all damn day. Here comes my favorite song. Turn up the radio. I wanna sing along. I wanna go to the show where we'll all sing… Na na na.
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My Favorite Song
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| 3. | On My Way | Play | On My Way
I never knew that my heart was built so strong, taking a left when everything went wrong.
Something I could not have forseen, changing the way that things have always been. Places to go and places to be, faces I know I'll never see again. Not holding on to the little I've got left. Letting it go and taking a new breath. I'm reading to start all over. Oh, I just can't stay. Oh yeah I'm on my way. I'm ready to start again. Oh, I just can't stay. Oh yeah I'm on my way. I know it's gonna be ok -- toes in the sand and facing a brand new day. I never knew that your love was built so strong, filling me up when everything went wrong. I'm walking with my face in the wind. I can't believe how easy it has been. Everything new, there's so much to see, remembering the girl I'll never be again. I still remember the last thing you told me -- there's nothing to break except for what holds me. |
On My Way
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Written and Performed by The Crazy Ivans Produced by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio Recorded and Mixed by Gary Long and JT Longoria, Nomad Recording Studio Mastered by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio |
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| 4. | Voodoo | Play | Voodoo
Took a lock of my hair and you made your little doll. Needle in my eye ‘til I cried begging mercy every time you called. Took my bleeding heart & 7 chicken heads, stuck it in a black pot, boiling hot, mix it round to animate the dead.
Now you’re back for more & you’re knocking on my front door. You speak the rights, but I won’t hear your words tonight. ‘Cause that ghost is gone. It’s been imagined all along. Painted smile with no heart, you’re just an empty voodoo drum. Now just what a fool do you take me for? Just what a fool am I? The love that held us close cannot be revived. You can’t hold a séance to bring it back to life. No amount of incense, candles you could burn to hold me here tonight. Now you’re back for more & you’re knocking on my front door. You speak the rights, but I won’t hear your words tonight. ‘Cause that ghost is gone. It’s been imagined all along. Painted smile with no heart, you’re just an empty voodoo drum. Now just what a fool do you take me for? Just what a fool am I? The love that held us close cannot be revived. Voodoo Man, taking what you can’t have. Soulless wraiths reaching out for your hand. Voodoo man, doing all that you can. But I’m gone, there’s no bringing me back. The feelings that I once had they’re buried in the ground. Ain’t no cup of tea leaves to read to tell you how to bring them back around. Now you’re back for more & you’re knocking on my front door. You speak the rights, but I won’t hear your words tonight. ‘Cause that ghost is gone. It’s been imagined all along. Painted smile with no heart, you’re just an empty voodoo drum. |
Voodoo
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Written and Performed by The Crazy Ivans Produced by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio Recorded and Mixed by Gary Long and JT Longoria, Nomad Recording Studio Mastered by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio |
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| 5. | Frequency | Play | Frequency
It's getting down to the wire
Gonna set this place on fire Last thing this town needs right now Another cover band for hire It's gonna lift you up to smash it down Run the BMG into the ground There's really only one thing left to be Turn up your inner frequency Sing along, but sing the wrong words Hell yeah! Play in your own key You can listen if you like it But I'm doing this one for me! It's gonna lift you up to smash it down Run the BMG into the ground There's really only one thing left to be Turn up your inner frequency You can dance to someone else's song You can watch the music move along Interrupt that one high note to yawn Or you can fuck it up It's coming down to that moment Gotta find the mind to own it Find that one small flaw, explode it Even one step less & you've blown it It's gonna lift you up to smash it down Run the whole damned thing into the ground There's really only one thing left to be We're turning up our inner frequency |
Frequency
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Written and Performed by The Crazy Ivans Produced by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio Recorded and Mixed by Gary Long and JT Longoria, Nomad Recording Studio Mastered by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio |
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| 6. | Original | Play | Original
If I tattooed every inch of my body and my soul,
then would I be an original or just a freak without a goal? If I complained about romance and politics, then would you say that I was incredibly interesting or would you just wish you could die? If I died my hair green, then would I be seen as some kind of free thinker or just an angry teen? Does it depend on my times I've blown my mind? Does it depend on rings in my tongue? Can we be wise and young? If I work black fishnet stockings, black boots and black lipstick, then would I be your naughty bad girl or just another Goth chick? If I slept with everyone I saw, then would just ask me what made me so damned irresistible or would you just call me a slut? If I died my hair green, then would I be seen as some kind of free thinker or just an angry teen? If I died my hair blue, then would I interest you? And if I break free now, will I still go insane? Tell me what's the point? I'm so plain! If I played guitar, in a punk rock band and I practiced every night, then would I be, by definition, cool, or would I be wasting time? If I drank a lot, danced on tabletops, at parties at hotels, then would I be another spoiled girl, or would I be raising hell? Does it depend on my times I've blown my mind? Does it depend on rings in my tongue? Can we be wise and young? Does it depend on how many drinks it takes for me to clearly think? |
Original
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Written and Performed by The Crazy Ivans Produced by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio Recorded and Mixed by Gary Long and JT Longoria, Nomad Recording Studio Mastered by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio |
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| 7. | Six Feet Above the Sheets | Play | Six Feet Above the Sheets
I'm on a cloud and I'm looking at me
She's on the ground and she's grinning like she's up to something Dancing around like a bottle at sea I'm going down cause I've got to find out all her secrets. I'm falling and out pops my purple umbrella She runs away -- says "there's no way I'll tell ya" Drop so slow before I finally touch down I'm looking everywhere even though I already know Where she'll be found. Lay next to me and touch my cheek Wake me up before this dream ends So that I might just see the light Before I fall asleep again So touch my cheek -- don't let me sleep Wake me up before this dream ends. Promise you, I'll see it through Don't ever want to fall asleep again. Now I'm on stage, and I've lost all my hair I'm spinning in circles and still in my underwear The lights start to dim -- I think I see a friend But now it's back and I can't see a thing from up here I'm whistling the theme song from 'I Dream Of Genie' In walks that girl again and steals my scene FRom the back row she calls my name -- she's screaming But I can't hear a single word she says because I know I'm dreaming Lay next to me and touch my cheek Wake me up before this dream ends So that I might just see the light Before I fall asleep again So touch my cheek -- don't let me sleep Wake me up before this dream ends. I promise you, I'll see it through Don't ever want to fall asleep again. Vision is blurred, but it's all up to her So I reach for the place where I still see the girl She's on a throne and she's pointing at home But I'm stuck on this could and I'm up here alone Rescue me From this dream Don't let me sleep Oh touch my cheek |
Six Feet Above the Sheets
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Written and Performed by The Crazy Ivans Produced by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio Recorded and Mixed by Gary Long and JT Longoria, Nomad Recording Studio Mastered by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio |
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| 8. | Wail of the Banshee | Play | Wail of the Banshee
No one flies in the fire.
No one flies they all die there. They all cry, as they die. No one flies in the fire. No one flies in the fire No one flies they all die there They all cry as they die No one flies in the fire No cries heard in the night Her screams are now all silent Mouth eyes, open wide No cries heard in the night When all the lights go Their faces all turn pale Then there's a muffled shout Banshee begins to wail Their souls can't escape. Futile attempts they make Flee. Run. Terror. Flight. She does enjoy the chase. No one's soul can escape Futile attempts they make Flee. Run. Terror. Flight. She does enjoy the chase Icy breath under the bed Peering eyes from the closet Nails dig deep carpet peeling back Little girl screams in silence When all the lights go Their faces all turn pale Then there's a muffled shout Banshee begins to wail No one dares to look outside. Village wrought with terror. Who can save our cursed race. There's only death we all cry. No one dares to look outside. Village wrought with terror. Who can save our cursed race. There's only death we all cry. Shrieking demon woman. Demon wailing banshee. She has come we all die. Hear the wail of the banshee. When all the lights go. Their faces all turn pale. Then there's a muffled shout. Banshee begins to wail. |
Wail of the Banshee
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Written and Performed by The Crazy Ivans Produced by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio Recorded and Mixed by Gary Long and JT Longoria, Nomad Recording Studio Mastered by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio |
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| 9. | No Telling | Play | No Telling
You say you know my story. Did you find that in a book? Well, you keep playing me the chorus, cause that's where you found your hook. But there's more to you than 3 chords, and there's more to me than 2 lines. But my heart's an open door. There's no telling what we'll find.
If we float up on the ceiling high on red balloons and helium, this thing, it don't have to be so hard. Then touch down, baby on the green grass. We'll move really, really fast til we finally let down our guard. You think you've guessed my secret. Well, honey, I've got plenty more. Did you think I'd make it easy? But I'll make it worth waiting for. Around you good is all I know, and there's no need to rush a good time. So, baby, if we take it slow there's no telling what we'll find. If we float up on the ceiling high on red balloons and helium, this thing, it don't have to be so hard. Then touch down, baby on the green grass. We'll move really, really fast til we finally let down our guard. Then slow, slower than the yellow sun, walk the world until it’s gone. Hold my hand so I don't run. And see all that's been inside of me, all that's been inside of you, everything we've both become. |
No Telling
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Written and Performed by The Crazy Ivans Produced by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio Recorded and Mixed by Gary Long and JT Longoria, Nomad Recording Studio Mastered by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio |
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| 10. | Something Short of Heroes | Play | Something Short of Heroes
…And so we stood, attempting good. Not wrong, not right. Into the night…
Behind white teeth and picket fences, good Intentions don’t go far. With all our faults locked up in prisms, it’s hard to see just who we are. Behind closed minds and indecision, divisions become scars. With gods and heroes in the trenches, even inches could mean war. Fables are told of men of greatness who keep the world from harm. Their only flaw is not existing, insisting we go on. Choose a side and take a stand or watch and die by their command. We’re doing everything we should but never standing where they stood. Locked inside of our own minds, afraid of what someone might find. We’ve only taken truth in parts to feed the beast that’s in our hearts. No good or evil anymore, only pride & keeping score. And so we stand on receding ground, and wash our hands in the tears we found. When mediocrity abounds, compared to heroes, we let down. We tried to fight, but we weren’t heroes. Not wrong, not right, but not quite heroes. Against the pain - something short of heroes. We’ll fight again as something less than heroes. Against the pain - something short of heroes. And we remain something short of heroes. |
Something Short of Heroes
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Written and Performed by The Crazy Ivans Produced by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio Recorded and Mixed by Gary Long and JT Longoria, Nomad Recording Studio Mastered by Gary Long, Nomad Recording Studio |
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| 1. | Frequency | Play | Frequency
It's getting down to the wire
Gonna set this place on fire Last thing this town needs right now Another cover band for hire It's gonna lift you up to smash it down Run the BMG into the ground There's really only one thing left to be Turn up your inner frequency Sing along, but sing the wrong words Hell yeah! Play in your own key You can listen if you like it But I'm doing this one for me! It's gonna lift you up to smash it down Run the BMG into the ground There's really only one thing left to be Turn up your inner frequency You can dance to someone else's song You can watch the music move along Interrupt that one high note to yawn Or you can fuck it up It's coming down to that moment Gotta find the mind to own it Find that one small flaw, explode it Even one step less & you've blown it It's gonna lift you up to smash it down Run the whole damned thing into the ground There's really only one thing left to be We're turning up our inner frequency |
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| 2. | Stillwaters | Play | Stillwaters
Will I ever sleep again? I do not know
With perfect clarity I show myself the things I've seen before And everyone around me, I do not think about them And everyone around me does not think about me How can I wait to see all of the things that I can see? I cannot wait to do all of the things that I can do. I cannot wait to be all of the things that I know that I can be? The bitter taste of a paper dream on my tongue continues to grow And the reality of what will be continues to grow In front of my eyes, in front of my face Trapped lightning in my blood is determined to make my senses race How long until I see all of the things that I can see? How long until I do all of the things that I can do? How long until I be all the things that I can be? What I could do that / could compete with this? I do not know but it could not / be as insane as this is Let past lie where it / falls to the ground So I can stumble among the graves and / never make a sound Still waters only stir what I am in them. |
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| 3. | Can't Go Home | Play | Can't Go Home
I get home and the light is flashing red
But I don't really wanna know what you said So I sit back and I crack another beer Hit play, without having to hear I heard you're asking about me all the time I thought I'd call to let you know that I'm fine I know you're working now and I'll get your machine Makes it easier to come clean Heaven Knows if I'll get back this year Who knows if I'm getting through.... but I've got a lot to do today, Dad.... and I don't got time to talk to you Little sister says that you been down a lot And don't you know it breaks my heart But I can't keep lying to you to make you think I'm being smart And I can't take the look on your face when you know I'm not /and I'm not/ I'm gonna make some mistakes this time around I'm gonna make them taste so good I'm gonna do all the wrong things that I know are right Whether or not you think I should I'll be fine without you I'll be fine alone I'd really love to stop your worrying But worrying you'll have to do on your own I'll be fine without you I'll get by on my own I wish there was something I could say to ease your mind But until then I can't go home You thought I couldn't do wrong But now the pedestal's gone It's time to move on I'll be fine without you I'll be fine alone I'd really love to stop your worrying But until then I can't go home. |
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| 4. | Wail of the Banshee | Play | Wail of the Banshee
No one flies in the fire.
No one flies they all die there. They all cry, as they die. No one flies in the fire. No one flies in the fire No one flies they all die there They all cry as they die No one flies in the fire No cries heard in the night Her screams are now all silent Mouth eyes, open wide No cries heard in the night When all the lights go Their faces all turn pale Then there's a muffled shout Banshee begins to wail Their souls can't escape. Futile attempts they make Flee. Run. Terror. Flight. She does enjoy the chase. No one's soul can escape Futile attempts they make Flee. Run. Terror. Flight. She does enjoy the chase Icy breath under the bed Peering eyes from the closet Nails dig deep carpet peeling back Little girl screams in silence When all the lights go Their faces all turn pale Then there's a muffled shout Banshee begins to wail No one dares to look outside. Village wrought with terror. Who can save our cursed race. There's only death we all cry. No one dares to look outside. Village wrought with terror. Who can save our cursed race. There's only death we all cry. Shrieking demon woman. Demon wailing banshee. She has come we all die. Hear the wail of the banshee. When all the lights go. Their faces all turn pale. Then there's a muffled shout. Banshee begins to wail. |
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| 5. | Six Feet Above the Sheets | Play | Six Feet Above the Sheets
I'm on a cloud and I'm looking at me
She's on the ground and she's grinning like she's up to something Dancing around like a bottle at sea I'm going down cause I've got to find out all her secrets. I'm falling and out pops my purple umbrella She runs away -- says "there's no way I'll tell ya" Drop so slow before I finally touch down I'm looking everywhere even though I already know Where she'll be found. Lay next to me and touch my cheek Wake me up before this dream ends So that I might just see the light Before I fall asleep again So touch my cheek -- don't let me sleep Wake me up before this dream ends. Promise you, I'll see it through Don't ever want to fall asleep again. Now I'm on stage, and I've lost all my hair I'm spinning in circles and still in my underwear The lights start to dim -- I think I see a friend But now it's back and I can't see a thing from up here I'm whistling the theme song from 'I Dream Of Genie' In walks that girl again and steals my scene FRom the back row she calls my name -- she's screaming But I can't hear a single word she says because I know I'm dreaming Lay next to me and touch my cheek Wake me up before this dream ends So that I might just see the light Before I fall asleep again So touch my cheek -- don't let me sleep Wake me up before this dream ends. I promise you, I'll see it through Don't ever want to fall asleep again. Vision is blurred, but it's all up to her So I reach for the place where I still see the girl She's on a throne and she's pointing at home But I'm stuck on this could and I'm up here alone Resurce me From this dream Don't let me sleep Oh touch my cheek |
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