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TeenAngster

by GuidoWorld

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1.
Say Boys 04:41
Say Boys 6/18/1978 God you’re looking neat and you’re talking sweet Say Boys Politicians cower at the thought of your fame Governments move only by your OK Industrial genius omnipotence so grand I’ll take your autograph and humbly kiss your hand Pages, cages Look at the fads psychoanalytic Sages, rages Look how we live and think corporate demarcation Subliminal satori play the ad mans game Grab you by your conscience to you plead insane Seductive and pompous give us all a career For recreation they gave us pot, lust and beer Pages, cages Look at the fads psychoanalytic Sages, rages Look how we live and think corporate infiltration Politicians cower at the thought of your fame Governments move only by your OK Industrial genius omnipotence so grand I’ll take your autograph and humbly kiss your hand Pages, cages Look at the fads psychoanalytic Sages, rages Look how we live and think corporate subjugation I say boys I marvel at your ways I say boys ubiquitous and fey I say boys, oh, oh boys I say boys it’s all but decayed
2.
Cold Sunshine 4/24/1979 In the arms of a stare of a wolf was a hare Sandy felt the same Of an ape named George in sex a big bore Just an old flame Jody does moan sits in bed by the phone She feels so all alone All in a fluster ‘cause all he could muster Was some cold genital custard The leaves turning brown Come falling to the Ground is cold like the bodies of old heroes And the sins in their smiles Make it all worth while Ted’s in a steam got so obscene Got into everybody Drinking in vain, attempted insane Just one at the party They all spent the night feeling so tight When they woke in the morning Sheila played the wife with all her might But who was she fooling? Coffee eased the pain No we’re all in phase And we’re here fighting our own wars And the tears that we’ve shed Have opened so many doors Oh lord let me live thru the night When prayed as he played with his pocket knife He sweat as he swayed on his way To the old school yard The gangs were both there in the midnight air Not much to see in street lights Some blood had been shed, then they all fled From the coming sirens
3.
Don’t Let it Happen to Me 5/24/1977 Nothing’s very certain in a certain kind of way Oh who’s got that light A closet albino puts dye in his hair Oh who’s got that light A time lapse hermaphrodite leans heavy on your ear Oh who’s got that light Hazy piano people soak their fingers in wine Oh who’s got that light Now they will tell you how to succeed To be a famous human being All the golden stories how to seek your fame The smiling gigolo rides a limo in shades, but Don’t let it happen to me Dorothy took some pellets, Freddie got his head They all strived to hear the applause All the golden fables turned out to be sand All the fallen idols buried in the land, but Don’t let it happen to me Many people made it by what they said In love with fame their message is dead Life is an illusion peeled from the screen The lovely legends trapped in the stream, but Don’t let it happen to me
4.
Wooden Hands 05:02
Wooden Hands 11/03/1979 Wooden hands ignoring the shavings and the dust Slacken the floor beneath them, stares at metal that never rusts The hands get smaller, metallic sheen haunting you No hint of color in reflection, clear and silver no intruding hue Walking out the doorway the clacking of the tiles Wish it was cobble stones and horses in the night It’s not to back up to former times Yearning for some textures to feel coarse or hot The steel stays cool nothing marks the day Nothing dies and nothing blooms, but I feel time anyway The shrinking of the wooden hands the only clue of use Somehow I really know no one should be so reduced To be a slave of labor to be a productive tool Profit to the owner spare oats for the mule Wooden hands ignore no more Wooden hands don’t try to even the score
5.
Something More to Love 8/12/1979 Right now your indolent heart is the source of emotional pain Cloying me with pleasant talk never a word of important things Sometimes your apolaustic nature lets me feel warm inside But later I get so tired like watching hours of vacation slides Give me something more lover Like the people on the lawn gossiping fools Can’t you see you’re just like them they’re sybarites too Goodbye see you someday give me something more to love Why don’t we spend a day talking of our hopes and our dreams? Sit on a log, let our feet dangle, look at stones in the ravine Could you tell me what you want or how you do feel the world? Let me know the person who, my heart wants so to try and know Give me something more lover Goodbye see you someday give me something more to love
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Oblivion 02:19
Oblivion 10/10/75 And the words they used to say No longer emit from their brain A little transistor placed in their head Programmed info they were fed See them now salute the flag Dissension no longer is their bag Retarded rebels their hands quake For their tongues were their big mistake And the little house we have made Has turned into a living grave Oh just for a little originality I’m so tired of this damn purity No more crime in the streets A stagnant smile is all you meet Between freedom and security Man always chose his stability His fear of death destroyed him At all costs got his protection Live for tomorrow was his theme But is there really a today And the little house we have made Has turned into a living grave Oh just for a little originality I’m so tired of this damn purity Oblivion will bring them to their knees Oblivion will bring them to their knees
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Puppeteers 05:16
Puppeteers 2/18/1980 I did pace all night long as others celebrated Everything felt all wrong, my fears elongated I just read a book by a man so educated The inner workings that usually hide, his vision penetrated But where is he now, where is his voice? My vision is not so complete, yet I’m compelled to speak My insight is far surpassed by I cannot, I will not live this way If I could I would remain quiet, and modest, aloof from your gaze Fearing losing my form to the puppeteers My steps, I take, you’re mistaken you tug at my strings My body shivered in the sweat that grew from my compunction I thought and thought and prayed, till I could no longer function I wish somebody else would take my place For my body is folding under the force of your weight Please don’t pump me up, have me look at what I’m saying As I gain I lose control, the power to make a statement I’m not sure where I begin, I’m talking, you’re talking, I’m talking again Like my silhouette on the shade it’s growing, it’s shrinking The light cuts my shape Fearing losing my form to the puppeteers My steps, I take, you’re mistaken you tug at my strings Take these strings from the top of my head
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Incubus 06:14
Incubus 10/12/1978 Just a normal day like any other one But you do fear going home now To your darkened soul Haunted in the eve, distressing memories That invade you when you’re lonely When you’re by yourself Well you walk thru the door Expanding shadows of hell The swelling corners of your room Darkness endless growth your flesh begins to crawl Your heart runs wild your body freezes Even your sweat is cold, you gasp and you choke All is taut and cold, you strain to get a hold Of he nerves so out of control, of the beast descending on Avoid those steel claws of incubus Can’t escape those steel claws of incubus The passion of your plight, will exhaust your night Waking sleepy, stomach queasy Intrusion upon your will, why can’t you be still? Psychic over kill Violated, phantom Hades, that awaits your bedside You tremble at the hours you must spend in this tower In the clutches of this ghoul Little sun ever shines in the night time of your mind Cries of death, death, that ubiquitous song Paralyzed by the cold, seizing taking hold Maimed deep inside You lose what is real, what is now, what you feel Your senses take their leave Avoid those steel claws of incubus Can’t escape those steel claws of incubus Don’t you dare walk into the room Don’t you dare walk into the room Comes into your soul
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Love’s Obsession 7/12/1978 I’m in love with you again I’ve just pulled thru another cloud It’s so hard to be a gent when you’re in a sweat But I’ll need your sorrow with opened hand I’m not much and these pangs could turn anyone off It gets so ugly when the mold gets growing I wish you would have sprayed the house But I fidget in the repercussions I can see why you’re so upset I agree with your distress Point the gun in my direction Let me be your target It’s just love’s obsession That makes you want to forget My gifts are small, but are given true I’ll give you dreams and imaginings The reality of our love I’ll paint soft pictures and Swathe you in our joy Remember me lying next to you The tenderness of my caress It gets so hectic when I don’t give it a rest Point the gun in my direction Let me be your target It’s just love’s obsession That makes you want to forget
10.
Sleaze 03:46
Sleaze 3/4/1978 Shouting (shouting), get life going his way Shouting (inwardly shouting), time to get up slither down your stairs Targets (pretty targets), if they sweat you’re half way there Rise up (rise up), the only way you show your care He’s just a sleaze Huffing and puffing on his knees Puts you into a deep freeze He’s just a sleaze Do you want to roll over and try to lick his spleen? Designing a way to mount your needs Hussy scratch his eyes out cop a little feel Posing, sit on a bar stool, look like a treat Somewhere on the periphery of your pride Do you want to prowl in the night and be a sleaze?
11.
Facade 04:29
Façade 11/2/1979 Wheezing a somber note I’ve heard all the old stories and all the old lies Euphony of simple logic the poetic bile Sated from looking beyond the obvious Information in profuse Contradictions we’re confused We think we’ve overcome That we are no longer the gullible crowd Now we are disarmed by lingo a liberal smile When we see we’re mistaken we run to the other side The façade will entreat The knife tastes so sweet We train our vision to see oblique Both sides of the issue are just a repeat The journalist brags of the gift of free speech But the muckrakers inveigle us into objectivity Oh they’ve got us way off of the course Any movement just increases the force Cajoled into a feeling of choice Patriotism just a catch word for abhor She’s really got me, got me with her smile You really got me, got me with your smile
12.
Sally Ward 03:25
Sally Ward 4/2/1975 All the people on TV Show me how to live life better Like the books with the sex Are so good they’re all best sellers Like the days of Sally Ward Selling albums by the score If she smiles at you she’ll sell some more Ain’t she divine Try and buy some sometime All the people want me to feel Yes, but I’ve got to do it their way Like the priest on his feet Want me to see it his god’s way Like the days of Billy Jack Telling you where it’s at His feet are in such demand Ain’t he divine Try it his way sometime

about

This album is a collection of songs that I wrote in my late teens and early twenties. It was a time for me and the entire band (Ekstasis) of an emergence into adulthood. It was a time of excitement filled wth a lot of angst. We were all trying to figure out what we were going to do with our lives. All of us were in relationships and had jobs in addition to being aspiring musicians.

The songs on this album reflect the search for oneself, and the desire to find a tribe and a personal identity. It was a time period in which we all were very critical of the society that awaited us. All of us grew up in factory town in the midwest and we were hoping to find away to avoid having to spend the bulk of our adult lives performing some mindless job of endless repetition done in dank depressing building with no windows or fresh air.

The band broke up shortly after we released our album Life in the Shadows in 1983. These songs as well as some of those you can find on I Rock Therefore I am, were never recorded by the band and I recorded them after we had gone our own paths.

The majority of orchestrations one this album stayed true to what each musician contributed and performed with Ekstasis. While we went through a few drummers the rest of the guys stayed together during the years these songs were written. So, I'd like to once again thank Brad Foutch guitar, Kent Cantwell keyboards, and Bob Minkel for the creative musicianship they brought to all the songs we performed together.

credits

released January 30, 2017

Words and music by Jim Guido. Album cover design by Dayna Guido. Cover art by Maria Epes. Please go www.mariaepes.com to experience more of her art work.
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