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| Mazel-Tov RockTales was recorded at Griffin Audio Media in Grayslake, IL. Recording started in late 2002 and just kept on going! Once again, the band mixed it and once again, Kyle Johnson expertly mastered it, with some assistance from Mr. Griffin. |
| John Griffin wrote old-n-ugly, styrofoam cop, and two years. Rick wrote the rest. The arrangements are always a band effort. Ginger Hobi-Ragaz and Bianca Guggenheim provided the chatter and giggles during 's not. |
| Peter Steadman was the artist who painted the awesome cover. Tara Griffin took at least most of the photos on the back. Rick toiled over the CD art design, and then handed it over to Tom Neal, who put the final touches on it. |
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old-n-uglywe are old and uglydon't you notice time has fallen from our graces and our faces and our friends all go to bed by nine they don't have time but that's all right we rock all night and you just might find out we're super heroes we are old and ugly but secretly we are super heroes we have capes and masks and stuff and we just roam the earth to help we never think about ourselves but sometimes we need extra rest and though we rock among the best we're old and ugly super heroes we are old and ugly don't you notice time has fallen from our graces and it chases all our friends all go to bed by nine they don't have time but that's all right we rock all night and you just might find out we're super heroes my destiny7 months 7 years 11 daysi've been here doing this and the more things change the more i stay insane and though i hate to be pathetic still i need more anesthetic cuz i can't handle real pain it's not my destiny and this can't be the rest of me i don't like what i see this can't be my destiny 7 days 7 hours i've been lying in my bed trying to muster up some courage to do anything at all and though i hate to be pathetic i'd rather skip life's calisthenics nothing's pumping in my veins there's a picture in my mind and it's beautifully surreal fuzzy picture in my mind this is how i want to feel and this picture in my mind i don't know where i can find it how can you get what you want unless you know how to define it for two minutes and some odd seconds i've been hoping i can change better than myselfi might swear to god or hope to dieyeah yeah yeah but i'd never stick a needle in my eye oh god no i have spread the truth so thin i don't know where it ends and or begins you like truth but i'm not much for it the truth is i myself choose to ignore it i'm not evil i'm not mean it's simply that i'm lacking self-esteem I mean in this world that i've created in my head i live so well and i'm much better than myself let's go on pretending you don't know yeah yeah yeah it's kind of like the feelings i don't show oh god no honesty is not my thing but maybe that makes me more interesting i stand by what i have stated integrity is much too overrated i'm not evil i'm not mean it's simply that i'm lacking self-esteem i am in a crazy spin i don't know who i am again maybe i'm just some libertine it's all just part of my daily routine i might swear to god or hope to die styrofoam copit's all right when in flightpass by you're not in sight the red ones go on green the green is in my head if you could carry on i would never look back it's all right it's all right time out i look back he's so stiff i'm too fast he doesn't make a move he doesn't start it up must be eating doughnuts or just sleeping it off time out time out styrofoam cop out to lunch once again in more ways than one melting in the sun cracking in the cold not a collar earned he is several years old it's all right it's all right i called you several hours ago they told me that you'd be right here serving and protecting dunkin' donuts every day of the year traffic ticket givin' jenny craig needin' fool holding a gun shooting radar into the air Œs noti don't feel good i don't feel welli wish i was home safe and sound my nose is running and my feet smell i must have been built upside-down you think it's funny but it's you think it's funny but it's you think it's funny but it's there's always room for jello ho-ho-ha i wanna play the cello like yo-yo ma i'm feeling kinda mellow well la-tee-da i like elvis costello now here's some ska you think it's funny but it's not two yearswith eyes glowing turning my waysearching for the proper way but the phrase is froze pulsing pounding i remember memory doesn't fade when time stands still it's not stopping not subsiding gotta blot it out it's a waste of time looking at you turns my head though keep me jumping with enemies like you who needs friends you can't reflect your hand you can't protect your bet you can't reflect your hand you can't understand a single thing about the last two years waiting waiting nothing coming got to give it up you know it won't amount to a single thing time to walk away from this situation failing heart walk around in a daze two years since i saw what i thought was a battlefield important thingsi've got important things to sayfacts that you need to know and to show what you must under go i've got important things to say ideas that can change your life shed some light on what is wrong and right i don't think you're listening to me i don't think you've heard a single word i don't think you're listening to me i'm not gonna say another word don't stop i've got nothing to say that's bull flop i've got nothing to say you rock thanks that's nice of you to say but come on don't stop i've got nothing to say i've got nothing else to say and even though i'm singing that's ok because the point i'm trying to make is i've got nothing else to say. super villainsave your strength so to oppose metracking down the clues so to expose me as a super villain down a path that sharply narrows while you're shooting me with verbal arrows slowly killing me but it's not the way i hoped it would be i cared for you so deeply until you got so creepy i am not a super villain i'm just a man who couldn't stand spending another minute with you just a man i do what i can to not have think at all about you i'm just a man you don't understand moving moving mouth keeps moving with a nature all too disapproving of everything i do you tell your friends i'm such a phony and my favorite band is frankenpony that part may be true i knowshe whispers to me life's a mysteryand things are not always the way they seem she says she'd like to see the rest of me she winks and asks if i know what she means i know i know i know i know i know that i don't know what you mean you speak i hear but the meaning isn't clear i know that i don't know she mentions that it's getting pretty late and i'm a verb she'd like to conjugate she's gonna change into something comfy she smiles and asks if i know what she means words cannot expresswhen i think of love i often think of yousometimes i wonder are you to good to be true when i think of you i often think of love you're like an angel sent down from above but it isn't like these worn out words could ever serve a purpose because they're like sugar powdered turds they taste bad beneath the surface i think that's true it's a very happy song and i'm asking you why do i feel do i feel do i feel like crying a very happy song when i think of it so tell me why tell me why do i feel like shit words cannot express they've all been used before the way i feel about you that i still love you more and more words cannot express they can't convey the mood maybe i should just skip love songs maybe i should write about buildings and food and when i think of food i lose my train of thought can't keep my mind on doing what i ought and when i think of love songs i know my wheels will spin it's all been said thrice over and again words cannot express and maybe i'm too late maybe i should just start over maybe i should write a song that you don't hate stupid songsboring local crap they called itand i'm not made of stone but then you told me they were stupid little snots and so i didn't feel so cold they said call us back in 6 months we're not interested in you i wanted to tell them where to shove it and then i started to feel blue you told me work hard you'll succeed i told you i've got everything i need i know you love me cause you don't make me eat broccoli and cauliflower and you don't flush the toilet when i take shower and you hardly complain as i waste away the hours playing stupid songs all these years i never get ahead i guess that i don't concentrate on what will bring me money i'm getting old and maybe it's too late i know that you deserve the finer things that i just can't afford i've got high ideals but still i wish that i could give you more i tell you i'll try harder to succeed you tell me you've got everything you need behind my timesorry i am behind my timei had hoped you'd understand i was feeling merry and she didn't seem to mind at all even though my mind is small i can make her laugh out loud and when she does then time cannot dictate if i am or am not late it's all just relative time is a thief time is a healer but i never hardly ever get the time to feel her time is a river time is the sea and time goes on forever when she's not near me is time constant is time a continuum does anybody really know what time it is man time is an ever spinning top but when i'm with her i wish that time would stop in the name of love ok you beg to disagree time is seconds on the clock it's regimented and maybe i'm foolish and naive and my thoughts are too abstract and i just can't perceive maybe i'm demented how can i explain if i am or am not sane it's all just relative |