cupcake ep

by Rumanian Buck

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Special thanks to Christina Carrozza, Maggie Paquet, Joel Hamilton, Tony Maimone, Marc Allen Goodman, Mishka Shubaly, Mitchell King, Danny Barria, Jessie Blockton, Tom Draa, the family and the cat.

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released January 1, 2010

All songs were written, performed and recorded by Aaron Lazar (except where noted) through a single pin-hole mic using Apple computer's Garage Band application.
Mixed by Joel Hamilton at Studio G, Brooklyn NY. Published by Tzgani [music] BMI
Artwork by Tzgani [design]

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Track Name: Slippercrumble
i never give a dollar up to someone who can't impress to me they're in pain, but since i know that you're always into something, everyone says that you're insane. The ball is rolling and you're on the spot now try to get the dollar from my hand- swallow stilts while you're standing on a sword blade do you really think you need the shame. Or hold your breath for ten minutes at a time i'll be right back with a camera and a cane. It's a racket but the cops aint coming its harder and its harder every day. I heard you're into modesty you say you just can't stay. well you know i respect honesty so i'll send you on your way. Its so hard for me to run this place it's harder every day. If i promise not to say your name to you think that you could play.
Track Name: It's Me
it's me the one you lost in your past, I'm coming over at last i hope you still are some fun. It's me the best and worst of your youth so elegantly uncouth i see you starting to run. we will be- fighting talking reminiscing leaning hard on lost convictions poking prodding starting stopping getting on without restrictions speaking hearing most endearing making words to fit the theories glancing round the room nervously as you begin to see. Its me the one you thought you had lost the one who taught you the cost of taking chances exposed. you will be stopping shaking glancing left and right to occupy attention making some excuses about how this feels like an inspections calling me a laser beam that's shining pointing searching scanning playing taping now that we have reached a certain understanding. Don't let your left hand know what your right hand's doing. Its you running out of excuses petrified by the truth that you have outlived your use. We have been testing checking re-inspecting learning how to take impressions stopping stepping up a step or tow to check out over heading you have just completed the intention of our random meeting you will have a feeling after this that everything is fleeting. Don't let your left hand know what your right hand's doing.
Track Name: The Flood
well the year was 1929. And the town was Galveston in Texas. And the village that they came from, it could never be found. it was hidden in the hills of Transylvania. thats where the family was from. Where they've been known, they've been known, to lie about their pasts. It was the flood that drove my family from the south. Yeah they're lying bout every detail. Now the flood was something terrible. And the farm was washed away. there were jellyfish in the cornfields. there were electric eels in the hay. it was not like Transylvania, cause there was nothing left to say. half of the family headed north and the other half would stay. This was the story that was told to me. this was the first and only time. When i'd ask about the flood again. they would change it every time. It went from Galveston to Montreal. It went from Canada to Spain. And the village that they said was theirs. No one even knew its name. It was a flood.
Track Name: Crack in my Tooth
With a crack in my tooth and a boil on my back I'm chewing the fat with dad. he's talking about Vietnam and all the wonderful times that he had. Oh apples don't fall far from the tree. Oh what's to come of me. With a break in your leg and a signature cast you're wasting the rest of the day. With hilarious fat you know it will last. You're running out of dirty jokes to say. Oh what's to come of you. Oh what will you do. With a crack in my too and a boil on my back I'm chewing the fat with dad. he's talking about Vietnam and all the wonderful drugs that he had.
Track Name: Ain't No Reason For His Head at All
looking good was always in the question. he'd take a compliment from anyone or anything at all. he was ignorant of any self-possession, it had never been enacted once or twice before. you had to tell him not to breath through his teeth. you had to tell him that his stare was unbecoming. And through it all you would never have enough. Even as he could never stop it coming. there aint no reason for it- no reason for his head at all. Looking good was always in the question. He'd take a compliment from anyone or anything at all. He was ignorant of any self-possession, it had never been enacted once or twice before. You had to tell him not to breathe through his teeth. you had to tell him that his stare was unbecoming. And through it all you would never have enough. Even as he could never stop it coming. i used to think that it was only an assumption that he would sell it if his back was up against the wall. but when i mentioned that the clientele was coming, he would move from ATM into the bathroom stall. Stuffing tips into the pockets of the valets. They were overjoyed to finally get their dollars worth. and as it was i just had to sit and wonder. Not even if you were the last piece of ass on earth.
Track Name: Tineretze
remember when you were told that you would save rock n roll. now you're getting too old, you're moving too slow. Nobody says that you're clever no more. Can you still fill the room? Can you still make em swoon? can you laugh at your gloom? can you be just about everything all the time? Do you know if its true? what they say about you? Do you know if its good? Does it feel like it should? i wanna be just like you. cause i know it feels good. Like you promised it would. i know it feels good. we know it feels good. I think that its time. that you made up your mind, about making it right without breaking your spine. And you don't have the time. and so you're told. you're gonna save rock n roll. never gonna grow old, if you do what your told. Cause nobody's thinking enough anymore. Ain't it pretty?
Track Name: The Woman Who Became a Tree
Mother lost her mind on a saturday. She was out of trees to climb. She was out of things to say. And she'd been holding everybody down too long anyway. So she waved goodbye and smiled. rotted to where she was standing all day. The rest of the family tried to move her from that spot. Everything was in play. Little was to be got. She would look you in the eye. She would smile all day. She would never speak a word. She would never move away from where she stood becoming wood. We would spend our days taking care of her. Moving from place to place to escape. She would follow with her eyes. She would never change her smile. Catatonically complete, until she started sprouting leaves. And we would speak of this to nobody who would understand? Father got remarried to an understanding gland, and mom got big. Mom got grand. We brought her food. we held her hands. They were brambly and knotted now understand. She was nearer to becoming a virgin stand. And how we cried. Mother lost her mind on a saturday. She was out of trees to climb. She was out of things to say. And she'd been holding everybody down too long anyway. She waved goodbye and smiled. And how we cried.