I made these gems in a month.

by barry marino

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written/recorded for the RPM Challenge
Boston and NYC - February 2012

made with:
- nanostudio for iphone
- garageband
- a Zoom H4N Field Recorder.

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released March 1, 2012

music/lyrics: barry marino
additional vocals on tracks 3 and 9: anastasia traitses
she also co-wrote track 3.

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Track Name: and I'm out the door...
making sure that there's enough time
you've made the choice of filth and grime
keeping close but falling behind
the train aborts with flickered lights
making sense of personal choice
my brain dissolves in Brooklyn bars
hipster laughs and fedora smiles
that band was great through faded eyes
Track Name: the long off-season
the game was lost again
improved on their defense
but came up short
dropped some balls they had
and even passed to Chad
but anyways...
hoping for the big win
take it on the chin
they rested the Gronk
(he caught two balls)
meeting with New York
a good effort, Wilfork
but anyways...
hoping for the big win
take it on the chin
it's a long off-season
Track Name: smells of the city
neighbor's cigarette creeps through my vent
while I try to sleep
they leave their trash in the hallway
when I bring mine down to the street
hot trash festering in garbage bins
every day of the god damn week
people I pass down the subway stairs
always smell like old cheese
smells of the city
smells of the city
the subway train reeks of homeless man:
puke, ball-sweat and feet
people leave their trash where they stand
and diapers on empty seats
smells of stale beer and dying rats mix with girl's perfume
someone's dropping farts in urine wash..
there is no elbow room
smells of the city
smells of the city (I might dry-heave)
come above ground where some rotting fish
meets with bus fumes
pretzel vendors hang by gutter pools:
the trash-filled green lagoons
make my way home after a long day
and wade through rank produce
I swear that something died in my kitchen wall
but the landlord needs more proof
smells of the city
smells of the city (I might dry-heave)
smells of the city
smells of the city
Track Name: everyone has one
hang there loud
giving guff
big talk now
important stuff
bait them proud
oppose somehow
waiting
online
reading
between the lines
everyone has one
Track Name: a bigger place
the weight is understood
to create in the world
we pray for the girl
and her big date with a boy
oh, the days have turned
to the ways that we learn
a bigger place than before
stands to gain a little more
the change is understood
and sleep is just a word
breathe hard sometimes
in the wake of surpise
oh, the days have turned
to the ways that we learn
a bigger place than before
stands to gain a little more
let's hear it for the boy
Track Name: make art, not friends
maybe there's something that I didn't say
when it crossed my mind
kept it on my tongue noting that it was too early
in the night
but hey... no one needs to be brought down
so I waved a solid goodbye to no one
and then I bounced
blame it on drum patterns and the simple chords
that repeat in my head
breaking in transparence
and assimilating from the foot of her bed
layer in accordance just to meet the formula
and tonight I'm gonna party and not invite anyone
making art, not friends.. until the sun comes up
Track Name: I do the dishes around here
glasses fill in for me
so she can relax and let go
after working at her crummy job all day
cleaning up the mess
grease and all the rest
let me make it clear
that I do the dishes around here
later, watching the tv
I get anxious
cause my OCD needs to know
if shits in the sink again
cleaning up the mess
grease and all the rest
let me make it clear
that I do the dishes around here
Track Name: the impossible planet
the blue box drops in the mix
waiting for the stars to bend
everyone leaves home in the end
gravity field
lost in the drift
voices in the works
and a beast in the pit
we could all do with a drink now
black hole
that devours everyone
chief dramatist
takes the hit
everyone leaves home in the end
paced on that drift
pull of tardis
a braver fought mood
the loss of the Ood
Track Name: just knock me out
morning breaks and some scattered dreams fill my room
there's a meaning to the horrid stream of passing trucks
enemies that I cannot see invade my home
for the sake of my former sleep I breathe
and reach for my earplugs
once I'm deep there's an awkward peace
to brace what's next
it's been a while since my neighbor has had loud sex
enemies that I cannot see invade my home
and I'll pray accordingly that today I'll get to sleep in