BABY BLUE
There he stood on the doorstep for a time
Wanna work for a nickel for a dime
Mommy who Daddy who he don't know
Better now, he ain't beat, where's he go?
He's gonna roam the street
Then he steal a piece of meat
This is no place for a kid
He's the crime that others did
He doesn't know what to do
No orphanages coming true
Streets that are splattered with his blood
Streets where we walk in the sun
There he sleeps by the trashcan for a night
Abandoned child, just a child, it ain't right
Mommy who, Daddy who, he don't care
Middle March, nose it runs feet are bar
Dave: vocals and guitar
Brian - bass, engineering,production
CJ - drums
Ian - mastering
Colleen - upstairs reading
The fellas begin by saying "It's fucking like blowing up the Death Star or Indiana Jones doing absolutely nothing at the end of Raiders Of the Lost Ark!" then move on to Foster Huey's dental problems (donate to Bellas Bully Buddies! bellasbullybuddies.org), stray into cat talk(how "meow" sounds like "NOW!"), and then Dave tries to figure out what he already done wrote. Next they speak a little on Baby Blue's character arc to come, altering one's consciousness through distance running, and Steve Goddamn Earle.
DAWN'S EULOGY
You wanted something more than just somebody at the door
What you got was something less you're thinking "what in heaven for"
Ain't never got no flowers just take it one day at a time
Places lose their meaning and life becomes a rhyme
I said you take it as it comes and that's a rule of thumb
Sometimes you feel you ain't begun hell you're not the only one
Wake up your pillow's wet while it's lying on the floor
If kindness is a virtue you're thinking, "baby, what in heaven for":
Looking for your dad in all those guys who turned out bad
Broken expectations are al that you have had
A failure brings a heartache that a pill can't ever cure
Searching and feeling empty you're thinking "baby, what in heaven for
What in heaven for"
After all that time avoiding pessimism laughs out loud
The faces they look different ain't no solace in a crowd
Old friendships fly away like a bird does in the fall
Submerged in isolation you're feeling two foot small
I said you take it as it comes and that's a rule of thumb
Sometimes you feel you ain't begun hell you're not the only one
Wake up the pillow's wet while it's lying on the floor
If kindness is a virtue you're thinking "what in heaven for
What in heaven for"
On the day that Dawn was killed nobody even knew
'Cause there's a million deaths in the city minus one or two
The murder of a whore is as tragic as can be
She meant more than that to you
She meant more than that to me
What in heaven for
You can live your life in sorrow
But what in heaven for?
WATCHING IT ON TV
Rain all the time 'cause her lover's gone
Rage in the sunshine never to belong
Crack in the windshield of a wasted throng
Clear through the morning to be watching it on TV
She breaks the skin and the needle's free
No sleep tonight and it's almost three
Never again try to not agree
Clear through the morning to be watching it on TV
All night long
She buys a new pack of cigarettes
She sits around and tries to forget
She waits for something that's not regret
Clear through the morning to be watching it on TV
Rage in her eyes but she's nodding out
Slumped by the wall in her mind she shouts
"Why is it everything's wrong about"
Watching it on TV
But there ain't no TV screen
He's here and he's feeling mean
The city will hide the screams
Dave and Brian discuss the 16th song in The Big Opera, the original Society Fringe Player, planning planning planning planning, trying to make a dark love song, the legendary Denton Texas band Slobberbone, milk chocolate vs dark chocolate, Od Bay seasoning, and then rank the new Doctor's companions. Quotes of the week: "wrestling fans are pretty smart" and "He knows same amount of I knows."
LOVE SONG
There's a feeling yes a feeling
I got for you call it true love
In the morning in the evening
Open on up call it true love
Ain't no sunshine ain't no dark clouds
When you're with me it's all back ground
Fading sunshine It's about time
We're together here forever
Life means nothing if I can't have you
'Cause I love you
Dave Linantud - vocals and guitar
Brian Lutz - bass
CJ Johnson - drums
Produced by Brian Lutz at Possum Studios
Mastered by Ian Burke at Invisible Studios
Davey and BriBri break down the 15th song in the Big Opera which was originally written as a direct message to Public Enemy's Chuck D. Other topics they are passionate about: Keep Starbucks out of Hampden, keep the trees at Spring Grove, when gardening basil's really important because of the pesto, and labeling music is the height of idiocy. Lastly, in my notes here, it says"Brian's band tee, SFPodcast022, Bawmer Band Trees, Strawberry Shortcake Songs, and 37:00 so there you go. Get through this Wednesday!
OLD MAN BLUES
Old man blues, understand?
Drnk as shit, I'm a man
I seen 'em rise and I seen 'em fall
Don't fuck with me, son
I'll whup your ass, all y'all
Say what's up yo baby what's up
Said I try to figure out yo baby what's up
I moan the blues I ain't ever died
I ain't never laughed I ain't never cried
Shook hands with the devil cut my deals with the Lord
I'm froze to iron of what you can't afford
Said what's up
I seen the rules so I done wrote my own
I deconstructed the gospel with a black cat bone
The thorn covered rail that's the path of the righteous
Got the voodoo hoedown just don't wait to invite us
You know vengeance ain't passion it's a loser's gold
Dawn's eyes shine a light make a slight man bold
Where the swamp licks the ocean that's where we meet our fate
So if you're running to Jesus your ass better not be late
Say what's up
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass
CJ Johnson - drums
Possum Studios
Dave and Brian go over "Disaster Time" plus what was happening 20 years ago, 1996's best albums, Laurel MD, and historical tidbits POW! Then they compare Ben & Jerry's with Filipino Corn and Cheese ice cream, smoking crack at the old 9:30 Club, watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer before Circle 9 practice, and the Baltimore Colts, O's, and Ravens. Quote of the week: "States rights is an umbrella for any old weird shit you wanna do."
DISASTER TIME
Dawn comes from the outside she's got no insider's touch
Society's fringe, she's raring to binge, on drink and drugs and lust
She lives life by the moment, she falls in and out of love
She's randommer still, insane, if you will, no below or above
Angel White's kind of silly he's deserted in an urban maze
He sees stars in the sun, depressingly fun, imploding guns ablaze
He lives life for the dying he's got no insider's touch
Society's fringe, a bombastic cringe, existence is never cltuch
It's just disaster time
The sky melts patiently
The hovering evil lurks for you and me
It's a catastrophic world
Where we don't amount to much
We're sacrificial lambs for such and such
The last time I saw Elvis that sumbitch grew a beard
He gave up the pills, he got into stills, it really ain't that weird
He's stalking Dawn and Angel he put 'em in a book
Society's fringe a bloody syringe as if love is all it took
I done seen all three dancing I seen it clear as day
Nightmarish hued, horror imbued, beautiful in its way
Obsessed with this fucking opera I'm walking through its streets
Society's fringe, gutbucket hinge, write, learn, play, repeat
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, and mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Produced at Possum Studios
Dave and Brian can't get the proper levels! "Hello hello hello hello hello." They tackle headphone intricacies, pining for sitars and bagpipes, merchandise design, and foody stuff.
Quotes: "Wormwood hallucinigates you."
"Let me tell you everything CM Punk has always said!" D to B natch.
DESPERATION WALTZ
Try us. If you got a reason I don't ant to hear it.
Buy us. You can't afford to just even get near it.
Slide show. Pictures of nothing and nothing plus hearsay.
Pride low. Come up for air and then watch it turn our way.
Closed up. In both physical and emotional ways.
Nose up. A false display of hope why it's still a display.
Comfort. Meted out just like a pill from a doctor.
Sore sport. It's you and it's me and it's us and it's them.
Waltzing to me, desperation.
Waltzing to me then away.
Creep show. Just like a sign on a motionless freeway.
Held low. Again and again while a sign flashes "no way."
Outside. And inside and outside and inside again.
False pride. Hell it's as good as the real thing and then some.
Waltzing to me, desperation.
Waltzing to me then away.
Waltzing to medesperation.
Waltzing to me.
Stop.
Come here. But then again just gotuen back around.\
Fun here. Or there or wherever it's good to be found.
Control. Buy it or sell it or let it just sit.
Hello. And goodbye at the same time the same time the same time.
Waltzing...
Dave Linantud - guitar and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Recorded at Possum Studios spring 2016
It's the conclusion of Act 2! Also, it's the U2 strum where we couldn't get the bagpipes. Also, it's the state of the Blues according to SFP. Also, it's totally awesome that there's WAY more female bands than back in "the good old days." Also, Dave bores Brian with a VERY SMALL amount of NASCAR talk.
SHADOWS
Long stemmed rose in a vase that knows of a mournful and regrettful melody
In a city by the shore in what used to be Baltimore there was a boy no laughter flying free
Now that boy is a man long stemmed rose in his hand
To his beloved he gets down on his knee
She then just laughs a little but worse than that
He cracked her and watched her flying free
I saw them walking outside again
"I'll never love you" is what she said to him
I saw them walking in from the clouds
The shadows in the windows growing dim
I saw them walking outside again
"I'll never love you" is what she said to him
I saw them walking in through the clouds
The shadows in the windows growing dim
Dave Linantud: guitars vocals
Brian Lutz: bass
Ryan Bowen: drums
Produced by Possum Studios
My notes on this are sketchy. Dave and Brian try to figure out how to stage the Big Opera and then go into an overview of Act 2 which concludes MONDAY! And talk about Ween.
Davey and Briany explain a "collage audience," aver that "good music ain't ever gonna stop being made," declare that "EW respects Science Fiction," and opine that "tobacco is the dumbest drug in the world besides junk food."
DEATH IN HER HEART
She's a woman, man, she used to be a beauty
Hard living's made it hard for her to see
She build up a wall that crashed like thunder
She felt sadness far as her eyes could see
Freedom's a lie and so isindependence
She's spent her life being controlled
She didn't even know that til this instant
Yeah but she won't giveup any of her sould
She chuckles softly as she prays to Jesus
"I'm sorry, God, but I've wasted my whole damn life
It's him or me, God, I fear I'm coming to meet you"
There's death in her heart
When the morning sun comes up on her companion
She feels a hate that she cannot explain
"A romantic whore" she thinks and drops a dozen
She don't know that Baby Blue's checked in
She chuckles softly as she prays to Jesus
"I'm sorry, God, but I've wasted my whole damn life
It's him or me, God, I fear I'm coming to meet you"
There's breath in her heart
Dave Linantud - Vocals, guitars, bass
Ryan Bowen- Drums
Produced by Brian Lutz at Possum Studios
This is the song that made Brian want to do the other 79 songs. Also Dave's wife liked this song before she even met him! Ups to Monster Rob for the squawking. Also Dave Dave and Bri Bri discuss fashion sense and proper kilt color schemes. Quote of the week: "That's why people don't like me, because these people are dicks!"
DREAMGIRL
Hold this a second for me please while I scrape the blood off of my knees
Yeah please excuse me if I sneeze I just came in from overseas
I been thinking about you every day been writing down every word you say
I keep your fingernails under my bed
I keep a picture of your face inside my head
I ain't seen you in a while but I remember the way you smile
I like the way that you paint your eyes but most of all I like your style
I like your fashion sense and your taste in clothes
And the powder falling out your nose
And them earrings you gave me last July
And the tattoo of Catwoman on your thigh
Dreamgirl give me your hand Dreamgirl hell I'm your man
You remind me of damage in your hair you remind me of the damned in what you wear
You remind me of your momma in your breasts
You remind me of drugs when you sit at your desk
I love the way you shaved your head
I love the way you make my bed
I love the way you crashed my car
I love the way you melt candy bars
Dreamgirl give me your hand Dreamgirl hell I'm your man
I remember when you bought your farm and how you took me by the arm
And then you smashed that fire alarm you showed me you did posess some charm
But they wouldn't let us share a prison cell
I chalked the days and said oh well
When we were free we played mandolins
And reminded ourselves of original sin
You are my dreamgirl yeah it's true
Sometimes I wish that I was you
I know you wish that you were me
I just came in from over seas
Dreamgirl give me your hand Dreamgirl hell I'm your man
Dave Linantud: Vocals and guitar
Monster Rob Hornung: Saxaphone
Brian Lutz: Bass
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Best quote: "You were looking at your notes then you took your glasses off then you forgot everything."
Lesson learned: Brian is a technophobe who loves science.
HE DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY
He's frightened she's coming his way
He's speeding he don't know what to say
Last night he planned today
Right now he don't know what to say
How many times can a manshrink in life
How many times can he fail to meet his wife
How many times can he turn his back on love
She ain't happy no help from above
He turned and watched him walk away
He stuttered he don't know what to say
She sighed cigarette ash float away
She cried he don't know what to say
Yeah yeah yeah
He sat his brain melted away
He watches she don't know what to say
She sleeps her time come today
He wakes he don't know what to say
For the record the drummer in Pritty Hary was Feise! In the commentary track for "My Own Electric Chair" Dave Dave and Bri Bri apparently send "shout outs" to Paul Kelley and PJ Deboy, according to mine own "notes." This is the song where the world of the big opera begins expansion. Up to the beginning of the second act everything could have taken place in modern times. These two songs are the first steps to world building. But they also work as stand alone songs.
MY OWN ELECTRIC CHAIR
I'm the man who pulls the switch
For the killing son of a bitch
He murdered now he'll die
He might kill again or lie
I'm alright bit uptight execute Monday night
Tuesday night watch a fight execute I'm alright
I've heard of atom bombs
and I've heard of protest songs
But when a man will kill and rob
I've got to do my job
First we shave his head get rid of all that hair
Then we strap him down to the electric chair
Alright
I'm the man who pulls the switch
profit from a nervous twitch
When all is done and through
should I kill me too
First we shave his head get rid of all that hair
Then we strap him down to the electric chair
So first I'll shave my head get rid of all my hair
And get what I deserve in my own electric chair
In my own electric chair
Since SFP respects Memorial Day we didn't publish the next song in the Big Opera. Being as Dave and Brian have a strong work ethic they recorded several theme podcasts that ain't about any particular song and this here is one of them. Kids of the 80s, pop culture dorks, David Letterman influenced by osmosis, here are some lists.
Dave and Brian get into the nitty gritty in regards to the song "Adam & Eve." In regards to the conversation they name drop the short lived combo Pritty Hary. In regards to the further conversation they discuss STAR WARS THE FORCE AWAKENS. In regards to the rest of the podcast you'll have to listen. In regards to grammar, my most sincerest regards. Regards. Dave.