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Produced by Ric Albano
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Lorelei Written: June 14, 2004 Running Time: 6:30 |
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Lyrics (It's not Rooooooski! - ...it's an abstract facsmile of Rooooooski!) Damned by a man who cannot stand up straight I'll search in vein for the guards Who had abandoned the gate Should've known that no good deed Could ever go unpunished In the end Lorelei had decided my fate Cursed by the purse strings attached to my home Must wait on line for heir justice With the greasy, black comb; he shouts "What makes you so sure... ...that your way of life is right?" Then suspected Lorelei's silent hand in my plight You don’t want it? You've got to have it and I insist that you grab it! You don’t see it? But have I chosen to reveal it? This is the question you'll have to deal with! Shin deep in purple, processed, pure grape jelly The bureau's witch doctors demand more money While Mr. Rooooooski charges that I'm a cheat I won fair and square just accept your defeat! Scorned by a wench Who can't pronounce my last name But shattered my faith in the law To assign the right blame "I'll have you know that mean-spirited remarks... ...will never feed one hungry child" This smacks of Lorelei's crass and sinister style You can’t feel it? Must be too heartless to deal with The poor, oppressed, 5th-wheel bits! You can't grasp it? Then you're an ignorant, Christian have-wit! Obsessed with preparing for the casket Knee deep in crimson, sticky, entropic, paste gold The bureau's alchemists grow crusty and old While Mr. Rooooooski Is chauffered down Nicey Road And ignores any headline underneath of the fold Where is the buzz when you need it the most? Drowned in black coffee, eggs, bacon, & toast What will the bureaucrat do for Tuesday? Something constructive, maybe scratch his toupee Now I was bitten by the dog Whose bite was bigger than his bark Sentenced to civil servitude Clearing sidewalks at dark "You'll surely loath the black days... ...when your good fortune is repealed" To fund some grand new monument Down in Lorelei Park You don't weep for it? Must be bigoted with deep-knit, Soul-less, bottom-feeding wits You can't show it? Then how can you be certain you know it? You're surely doomed yet to blow it! Neck high in Honolulu blue river tide The bureau's acrobats were doomed to collide Poor little Rooooooski took it hard when they died New bureau despot outlawed Lorelei raves Promoted morons and dismissed the unshaved Soon even Rooooooski will have to learn to behave Perhaps then I'll be moved To re-emerge from my cave |
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Produced by Ric Albano Engineered by Ric Albano & Paul Smith Recorded starting on November 3, 2004 at The Subterranean, Silver Spring, Pa. Performers Ric Albano - Keys, Bass, Percussion, Vocals Bret Alexander - Guitars Appears on:
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| Written by Ric Albano  © 2004 All Rights Reserved. |
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A Sinister Story Secretly Sung in Reverse | |||||||||
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