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Nothing means nothing anymore… except those kids [JoZynn]

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3 little babies down on the floor
2 scared 2 cry
1 thing for sure
Nothing means nothing anymore
except those kids

My use of the phrase “Nothing means nothing anymore” is a tribute to the great early LA punk songwriter Randy Stodola, of the Alleycats.

previous AYoS version [Dec 8]

Jozynn Jozynn

Jozynn Jozynn
Jozynn Jozynn
look at the mess that you’re leaving me in
Jozynn Jozynn

Jozynn Jozynn
all is forgiven
come back again

3 little babies down on the floor
2 scared 2 cry
1 thing for sure
Nothing means nothing anymore
except those kids
Jozynn Jozynn

Jozynn Jozynn…

All this time you been away
it’s nothing to me
it’s just be a day
if you just come back again
Jozynn

Jozynn Jozynn…

3 lonely kids
1 angry man
2 hurt 2 cry
for God’s sake woman there’s
a million things
you’ll never understand
Jozynn Jozynn

Jozynn Jozynn
Jozynn Jozynn
look at the mess that you’re leaving me in
Jozynn Jozynn

(C)1996, TK Major

 

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I thought I changed all the locks(Sherry, v.2)

Sherry

A few minutes after he sat down outside the Starbucks his phone rang. He’d driven three Starbucks away from his apartment to wait for her call.

“Sherry. Is that another throwaway phone? It sounds like crap. Why don’t you activate that Motorola and that tweaker boyfriend of yours stole from me?”
continues below

previous AYoS version

He knew she wasn’t stupid enough to take him up on it — one of the reasons she always used throwaways. Two steps ahead of the law and one step in front of the creditors.

He sipped his coffee as he held the phone to his ear. Her voice was like the quacking of some distant robotic duck. He let the sound of nearby traffic almost wash her voice away.

When she stopped talking he said, in a measured voice, “None of that matters, Sherry. I’m telling you what’s going to happen or you won’t get your sister back. She’ll never be the first one in your family to go to a real college. She’ll just end up staying here in Texas, with me, become a frumpy housewife like your mother, and maybe — after you’ve finally been caught and paid your debt to society, maybe we’ll invite you over for Sunday dinner.”

He held the phone away from his ear. How, he thought, could one person sound like three all talking at once?

“Un hunh. Look, Sherry, it might sound ingratious for me to say about, you know, my former in-laws who will — surprise — soon be my in-laws all over again, but their troubled dreams for your generation of the familiy are not my primary concern, here.

“First you kick me out to take up with a tweaker wannabe biker who doesn’t even have a freakin’ bike. Then, after I start all over from scratch, build up a nice little life for myself, you and the wild one let yourself in and empty my place. My stereo, my TV. My computer. My damn dog. And my Corvette.”

He put down the coffee. He leaned forward as though she were there in front of him.

“Let me say this once: Give me back my Stingray — and I’ll let your sister go. She followed me here — but if I’m the one who tells her, she’ll go back to your folks in Austin and start college in the fall like you all wanted.”

Before she could start talking again he quickly added, “I want my ‘Vette — and my dog Bill. Bill’s non-negotiable. He never liked you, anyway.”

[A note on this and the previous AYoS version (December 14) of Sherry: Despite the fact that I shamelessly copped the graphic from the earlier version’s post ( I never do that, but it was late and I was tired and… weak) the two musical performances could hardly be more dissimilar. Chords are changed (one’s in a major mode, the other minor), the melody is changed, tempo is wildly different — and, still, one is 2:31 in length and the other is 2:37. Anyhow, if you want a giggle, load them back to back in your player. I fell off the floor.]

Sherry

Sherry, you stole my stereo
my dog Bill, my car and my Mac
You can keep the rest of it
but I’m here to tell you
I’m gonna get that Corvette back

Give me back my Stingray
and I’ll let your sister go
She followed me from Austin
but she’ll go home
if I’m the one that tells her so…

All the way through high school
I was the one who was supposed to break your heart
then we settle down
and you get bored and
you tear our world apart

Give me back my Stingray

I thought that we were happy
that just goes to show you what I know
I thought I changed all the locks
but I missed that one, you and your tweaker friend
took everything I owned

Give me back my Stingray
and I’ll let your sister go
She followed me from Austin
but she’ll go home
if I’m the one that tells her so…

(C)1996, TK Major

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Too Much Trouble Christine (v.3)

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Christine on a beach
Christine on a plane
Christine in a cafe with the boulevardiers…

Honest to gosh, I know I’m not supposed to say this, but I like the previous AYoS version of Too Much Trouble better. Not every fire breathing rocker works with the up close, sensitive, slow treatment.

You’re Too Much Trouble, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine

Christine on a beach, Christine on a plane
Christine in a cafe with the boulevardiers
Christine on the set Christine in my head
Christine in my heart and tearing up my bed

You’re too much trouble, Christine…

Christine I’m terrified just holding your hand
Christine you twist me up like no one else can
Christine you’re crazy but you got a plan
world domination begins with one man

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine

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Rachel, Tell Me No

Rachel, Tell Me No

Yet another girl-name song from 1996’s Barista Cycle, a project that marked what was pretty much my last real stab at playing and recording rock music. The concept, at the outset, was to write an album’s worth of songs using the names of the then-current (distaff) staff of my favorite coffeehouse as a jumping off point.

The style was to have been (to quote my then-self) a “mutant hybrid cross between the Sex Pistols and the Beach Boys.” But… surprise, surprise, I found I was neither Brian Wilson nor Johnny Rotten and certainly not someone who could blend, as I had initially visualized, the catchy gutter punk of the Pistols with the lush harmonies of classic Beach Boys.

Below, you’ll find the current AYoS reading of the song, recorded last night, the ’96 Barista Cycle version, and (at Soundclick.com, using their funky Flash-based player) an electronic version from 2000 with a rolling, downtempo /bigbeat rhythmic frame and rapped lyrics. (It’s the latter from which we stole the cool green neon title image that leads this post.)

AYoS acoustic version:


rock version, 1996, from The Barista Cycle:


electronica version on Soundclick

Rachel Tell Me No

If you ever think I’m gonna fall if my
self-control ever starts to go
If I ever reach out to you
Rachel tell Me No

If I ever look far away
If I ever start to bare my soul
If I ever look deep in your eyes
Rachel Tell Me No

Rachel tell me No
Rachel make me go
Rachel tell me Rachel tell me
Rachel Tell me no

All this time you could have been mine
with the secrets that I know
For once I’m trying to do what’s right so
Rachel Tell Me No

Rachel baby you’re so young
you don’t see it but I’m so old
Everything you dream I’ve already done so
Rachel tell me no

Rachel tell me no
Rachel make me go
I’m no good I want it understood
Rachel tell me no

Rachel tell me no
Rachel make me go
Rachel tell me Rachel tell me
Rachel tell me no

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