Brood, 1995 - SMA Records
cast:
Rich Mattson:
vocals and guitars
Jim Kennedy: guitars and vocals
Greg McAloon: bass
Rob Gilboe: drums
Produced
by Tom Herbers and the Glenrustles
Recorded and mixed at Third Ear Recording, Minneapolis, MN
"Pretty, Pretty" recorded at Pachyderm, Cannon Falls, MN
Engineered by Tom Herbers
Mastered at Northeaster Digital by Toby Mountain
All songs
© 1995 by Rich Mattson, Esper Publishing (ASCAP)
except "Dizzy Me" by Jim Kennedy
Art by Dan
Kalal
Photos by Guy Miller, Chris Cosentino, and Jason Demming
CD Layout by Matt Lee
Always building
things up just to knock 'em down
Each day goes so fast - that time don't stick around
Whatever my plans I'd do best to stick to 'em
Or two years from now I'll be wondering what I was doing
A daily resolution
A yearly affirmation
Each minute so crucial
For this destination
You're doing
so well
For a life that's so hell - bent and ruthless
Bit by the
builder who built his own empire
'Cuz the one you had didn't hold, no, it caught fire
And now it's all gone, just like dirt in the ground
And you don't give a damn, or is that just the way it sounds?
I didn't really
mean it
Yeah, me, I can take it
Let's flesh out this hook with some bait
Fucken right - I can make it
You're doing
so well
For a life that's so hell - bent and ruthless
Ah, you really
done messed it up
Everything's all torn up, ain't it baby?
The wind it
carries us 'til we land
Far from that guilded frontier
Anywhere we wish to take it's where we gonna make it eventually
I'm getting
to know the likes
Of the things that fly
Anywhere from
the ground to the sky
Or the sea or the forest
You'll find us everywhere
Even in my hair
Angels are
wishes we hope to be true
I really wanna fly on my own, don't you?
If you see
me going, don't pull me to the ground
I'm searching for my perfect peace of mind
If that's not the way to do it, I'll be the first to know it
But I'll do
it for the angels tell me why
I'm gettin' to dig those crazy things that fly
I'm getting to know the likes
Of the things that fly
Of the things that fly
Of the things that fly
Ideas run wild
Catch them my child
Remember them well
Be sure when you tell
I can look
away or look through you
But I just can't believe it's true
You won't apologize
And I can't believe that I can't change your mind
They grow and
they grow
The bad things you know
And the things that you say
They just don't go away
I no longer
can value your smile
The sight of you just makes me feel afraid
The center of denial
Stands like a stone, won't let me be a friend
I got a hold
on you
I think I got a good grip on you
I can win in this game too-
I can make you play the fool, yeah!
Ideas run wild
Entertain them my child
Remember them well
They show when you tell
It's dark tonight,
the way I feel tonight
Is like the digging heel of astrolight
And shining through reflections of your thinking
I catch onto it and wonder if
Those things I see are even guaranteed
To last beyond the point from when I'm speaking
Go ahead and
use that kind of talk
Do it I like that talk a lot
Go ahead and use that kind of talk
Do it I like that talk a lot
But enter still
my windowsill
A strayness takes an attitude
A solitude, a dignitude
Of strained and straited seeing
If you should stay, your blanket lay
Above me shower your body sways
My skin perceives a message of pretension
And I hope
you don't mind I use that talk
Do it I like that talk a lot
Go ahead and use that kind of talk
Do it I like that talk alot
So enter gain
an understrain
The truth be lain, a voice to be slain and
Enter not my jaded thoughts
And whether I care or not
And enjoy
A fair belle's lesson
Let's start
a new chapter
That begins with the ever after
Where it goes from there
Jumping through the stratosphere
Slowly reaching
Over our heads
Don't even bother
Cause we're not in there yet
We're at the
point now!
At which we start grasping
These creatures are blasting off for the moon
If you don't go with them
They'll be back around
In a couple years maybe - you can't be too soon
(no, no)
"Come
on up!" is all they say
Someone's bound to show you me the way
Sing you angels, use your power
Get me through this darkest hour
Walk me slowly
Into the woods
The only place where anything's good
Slowly reaching
Over our heads
Don't even bother
'Cause we're not in there yet - no, no
New Orleans
sank to its deepest paths
'Twas a rained out Mardi Gras but no one was upset
Cause we paced the week in about the right ways
Yeah we got all messed up, but we carried our strengths
Made our way outtta there, survived with a cold
Anything that I saw there can hardly be told
Like William Polaris - he spoke of the FREE
In a poem that written and published by he
That's right!
William Polaris
I'm coming to meet yuh
William Polaris!!
The moon and
the stars are the same where he's from
But they set on him differently for what he's become
Can you recite your poems with the flair of wild Bill?
With intensity's punches, and spit from his swilll
Can yuh?
He had an accent
that made it so keen on my ears
I wish I could remember each stanza as clear
As he knows them plus hundreds more, so he says
And he's selling them all to Guns and Roses
Axl!
William Polaris!
I'm coming to meet yuh
William Polaris!
You're freaking me out!!
Polarapolaris
William Polaris!
WOAAAAUWWWW!!!
Practice as
much moderation as you can....
Get off the shit, stay off the shit
You're dead now
Blah, blah, blah
As I ponder
the thought of changing my lifestyle
You make it a synonym with leaving you
My poor little darling, you're my bread and butter
I couldn't change enough to change the love I have for you
In the skies there's an arrow pointing left of the sunset
In my head there's a fluid getting dry like desert heat
My notebooks all are empty, my schoolbooks never opened
Oh my darling, please believe me, you are always on my mind
Once in a while,
I'm in the mood for a change
Once in a while
my usual priorities rearrange
Once in a while, I find it hard to care
But once in a while we all stumble up the stairs
When I said
that I'm happy here, I didn't mean forever
When I said that I get restless, well those thoughts still ring true
My hope and my dreams, in reality are forgotten
This one's been slept on and slept with too much
When this morning
I woke up with a pang of depression
I knew that the day would end in a frown
And I think when I drink and occasionally I'm thinking
That this is a grind and I really hate this sound.
Neil Strong
is crazy, and he lives in a trailer
Empty bottles of Rebel Yell line the walls
Firecrackers and bottle rockets flyin' everywhere
Make sure to cover your eyes
Emery, Bill, and the one they call the Stain Girl
Choppin' white cross and baking soda blow
Neil's screamin' something about his burning nose
And puts his cigarette out on the carpet
Turn the radio
up
And turn it down
Flip through the stations four times around
Six in the mornin'
And they finally settle down
Rain on the trailer tonight
Cheap rummage
sale paperbacks were stacked on a shelf
And he was outside, banging on the side of the trailer
When 4 or 5 books fell into my lap
He read them all when he was in prison
You won't be cooking nothing on the stove over there
And the refrigerator, it holds nothing but cold beer
And the windows are wide open and the heat is on
And the radio is blasting out heavy metal songs
So turn the
shit up!
And turn it down
And flip through the stations four times around
Six in the mornin'
And they finally settle down
Rain on the trailer tonight
People sign
in on the cupboard at Neil's
But now he's tearing all of those cupboard doors off
He got a little girlfriend who says she's 21
She seems to be impressed, and having fun
Tear it all
up
And burn it down
Drive the old mustang all over town
Six in the mornin'
And they finally settle down
Rain on the trailer tonight
Rain on the trailer tonight
Rain on the ol' trailer tonight!
Could you please repeat
yourself
Sorry I was somewhere else
ïScuse me one more time would help
Could you please repeat yourself
Dizzy me, dizzy me, dizzy me
Swiftly shifting, swirling
wind with a twisting, twirling spin
Quickly serving, curling in
Simply missing out again
Dizzy me, dizzy me, dizzy me
I remember I forgot
I pretend what I am not
Sex-God sailors on their knees
Christ-like space-man fantasies. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Pretty pretty
girls running wild everywhere
The whole world is ending, don't see no one that cares
Got my pie in the sky and my feet on the ground
Turn on my t.v. - see the problems abound
With them pretty pretty girls running wild everywhere
The workers in factories say it just isn't fair
We can't all make it through with just a smile
Well no one I know of gives a shit about style
None of my
friends have ever filed their nails
And I've never seen a lady in a topsy tail
Sometimes I wonder what planet I'm on
How come I never can believe when I'm wrong?
Beautiful ladies
running wild everywhere
Dancin' at parties and tossin' their hair
All the dominance of beauty and the ignorance of man
It's all the focus of a government plan
I love the
lovely, lovely ladies running wild in the street
Shakin' their hips to the rock and roll beat
Everybody's happy, it's all in good fun
And thanks to someone somewhere the dirty work is done
Yeah thanks to someone somewhere the dirty work is done
And thanks to someone somewhere the dirty work is done
Allright!
Fuck yeah!
A fuckin' ballroom blitz!!!
I'm going to sleep now
You know how time goes by when you don't have time
I'm travelling through time
Standing and walking down the parallel lines
And it's flashing by me
I'm always climbing
I've got to reach my destination by the deadline
It's the edge line
It's into the unknown on this big flat earth
It's an endless search
Keeping my head above the decline
And it's satisfying
I'm treasure-finding
I've got to reach my destination by the deadline
But it's hard
And it's a long way across that big sea
And it's killin' me
But I'll keep it in the back of my head that it's all for granted
My mind goes into paradox
When all I want is you
It's not what I planned to do-
revolve my life around you
When I wonder what you're doing
I tell myself it's good
Your amazing womanhood
You do whatever you should
I got a lot of faith
In what I read
Sometimes what you read isn't what you see
First hand
If I had any doubt
I would just go to bed
I can't let this thinking get to my head
And I lie in the place of where you said
You said put your faith
In what you read
And if you don't believe you can come and see
Honey you can trust me
So you confessed your love
You see I took it well
Now I'm under a spell
Going straight to hell
So if I hear some news
It's sure to bring me down
But I'll still be around
Baby I'm your clown
I put a lot of faith
In what I read
And if I don't believe I'm gonna go and see
Firsthand