Honey Grease and Neptune, 1999
cast:
Rich Mattson:
Vocals, guitars, keyboard, pocketwatch, percussion
Glen Mattson: Drums, ghost vocals, maracas
Greg McAloon: Bass
Graham Gregorich: Guitar, vocals
with:
Recorded at
Flowerpot Studios
Engineered by Rich
Mattson
Produced by the Glenrustles
Mastered by Tom Herbers with Jay Perlman at Third Ear Recording, Minneapolis
Band Photography: H. Mack
Cover Art: Dan Kalal
Back Cover and Inner Sleeve Photos: Reggie Pype, West Eveleth, Aimee Mattson
Layout and Design: Ross Steinberg & Jason Knudson
All Songs ©1999 by Rich Mattson. “Accident Prone” by Graham Gregorich
and Rich Mattson Published by Esper (ASCAP)
I need to tell
you how serious I am
And you can't do better that's the way it is
No one's gonna work harder for you
And baby, you just gotta believe
I fall to bits
when I disappoint
You gotta care now
Wish for the best, you still miss the point
You gotta care now
You can't leave
before the beast is done
Building his perfect temple of sin
You gotta wait until I shed my skin
It should be finished by then
Check in to
my dark side
What do you figure
Your disappointment is just
One more little stinger
I'm not going
anywhere
I'm not going anywhere
I'm gonna sit right here
And when you get here
I'm gonna getcha
Real good
You just won't believe
How I'm gonna getcha
I'm not going anywhere
The wait is
way too long
I said the wait is way too long
Why does it have to go so slow?
I twiddle my thumbs
And stare
At the t.v.
Just watching these grown men
Playing their silly little games
Hooray
I'm not going anywhere
Don't think
I'll forget this
Don't you think that I'll forget this
You coulda been in an accident
Anything could have happened
I'm worried sick
Come on now
This game isn't funny anymore
Oh, no
You're so fashionably late
I'll be right
there
I'll be right there
That's what you said to me
Should I go?
Should I go and bomb the ditches
Looking for you
But I remember - this is my end of the deal
With you
I'm not going anywhere
Oh, you can't
let those machines get the best of yuh
And this old recording machine's never gonna die
So I tracked more shit for you, honey
And I still ain't makin no money
But the music here still gets me where I wanna go
And we're only
playing louder, baby
You don't need to make my drinks any stronger
And I find that my will is much stronger during the day
And if you don't feel like talking to me
You'd just as soon leave me be
And I'd feel alright if you didn't even notice me
Well, at home
in my mind, on the street you can find I'm a juggler
And all you can see by the light is the poison in my eyes
Hey, I'm no threat to you honey
And you can do what you want with yer money
Cause you earned it, you deserve to just piss it all away
Yeah, smile,
it works on me
You got a lot of 'em, you're smilin' for everybody
And I know it must be hard to be livin' up to that
So if you don't feel like talking to me
Just walk on, I can see
And suppose to yourself, "Hey, he didn't even notice me"
So you can't
let those machines get the best of yuh
It's just people who make them you see, they're just like you and me!
So I tracked more shit for you, honey
And I still ain't makin' no money
But suppose let's go out and drink in good company
Secretly I hope that nobody talks to me
Yeah, I'd feel alright if nobody notices me
Yeah, it'd be allright if you didn't even know it was me
I can't wait
to see what happens
When I finally wake up
I'm gonna find that all my friends
Are simply not enough
Yeah, all this
talk about stepping out
Take it on the road
Another thing that I won't ever do
Club-hopping like a toad
You won't be
seeing me down at the Terminal Bar
You won't be catching me there, at the Terminal Bar
It's like the
last day before summer school
You know you're going back
I had two teachers, one was Mister White
The other Mrs. Black
And all those things that they taught me now
Got lost along the way
So rock and roll has taken its toll
I knew I'd have to pay
Oh, I give
up, I'm just gonna sit and get stoned all day
Seems like I'm steppin' in dog shit no matter which way I go
I woke up cryin' like a little baby
Now my poor little wife thinks that I'm going crazy
Just for now
I swear
But it's going on for hours and hours each day
In the night, the jaws of life
Are taking me down again
Anybody could
say that they're really not on top of their game
You gotta figure what you're in it for-
Is it fun or fame?
Is it really necessary to win all the time?
When the only other option is to swim with the slime
Oh, it's everywhere
I look
Competition has always bored me sick
So I don't play
But the jaws of life are taking me down again
I can't avoid what I dream or how it makes me feel
I keep on hunting for answers, but it's all too real
And I'm still so far away
I think it's time I remember how to pray
You've fallen
on hard times, and I couldn't feel better
I'll help you out, try and send you a letter
Tell you "learn from your mistakes
When you say that you don't care
You can learn how
I hope that you will
Don't you know
how much you've helped
Make a man out of me
It'll all work out like it's meant to be
When you learn
from your mistakes
I hope that you will
But they're the only thing left
That gives you a thrill
What comes
around goes back so slow
If you don't use your feet
Say you got no one depending on you
Well, I disagree
Won't you learn
from your mistakes
When you say that you don't care
You can learn how
I hope that you will
I put a lot
of faith in a lot of things
Hoping that they work out right
One time when something was broken I just
Took it apart and put it back together
And then it
worked just fine
But this wouldn't work every time
I put my faith
in his driving
We drove all the way across the country
The next time he took that route 66
He drove straight into a storefront
But he survived
But that wouldn't happen every time
When everything
I have is broken
You have sweet mercy on my heart
All these materials and these tools that I'm usin' breaking
When it rains, it pours, I tell you
But someone's
treating me right
But this doesn't happen all the time
Always trying
to do two things at once
Even when I'm still
Tearing one from the other
Shouldn't take so much will
Even as you speak
I'm hearing guitars
I'm looking at my surroundings
My concentration's all over the place
(But you seem
so focused, so calm and cool, all laid back and lazy
And you watch your step, if someone's in your path, you take the long way)
I'm far away, I'm gone for the day
Wanna go where I wanna go, watch the promise grow there
Down for the
count, lying on the couch
For days and weeks on end
All this sick boy needs right now
Is a friend
If anybody could see the way I waste my time alone
But anybody else is much more accident prone
(And they can
go ahead and break their bones, that's not your way
You won't take a chance, you got your song and dance, like it's the only way)
I've got my way, you'll have no say
I go where I wanna go when I wanna go there
Now every little
station is out on vacation
This time of year they're all sharing good cheer
All going broke, enjoying their last smoke
'Til it's back to the grind, back to the one track mind
Look at me
ma, got my face on every magazine
It's the only place that I'm ever seen
And I'll never understand your scene
Because it's somewhere I've never been
And I'll never belong there
All their new
year's parties are over before ours started
Still we have to make the scenes in our chartered limousines
They're still doing up their hair-put some extra lift in there
'Cuz when the crack of Dawn is showing, there'll be still lots of cocaine
And the microbiotic
chefs can go home and take a bath
And everybody else can sit around and wonder how long Louie Anderson's gonna
last
And as I'm
taking off my face, I observe a little trace
Of a wrinkle in my brow and I gotta wonder how
With another
year older, yeah, another year older
Does the fire begin, does the fire begin to smolder
At long last does it end
At last a new old trend
Their lives grow shorter still, and they haven't even paid the bill
Just send it to the midwest where they have all the interest
In the color t.v.'s and magazines and the beautiful people they'll never see
Am I really?
Am I really gonna die?
All this madness someday taken away from my sight and mind
Floating out
on a cyclical cloud
High above the open plain
Will I ever get the chance to screw it up again?
Is it pretty?
Is it pretty where they'll take
My Catholic soul where all the bells should ring for my arrival
As long as
those assholes leave me alone
For not believing what they said was true
It's a good thing that a martyr gets into heaven for free
Yeah that's me - St. Slovenly
Do you really?
Do you really think it's fair
They got you by the balls and by your hair
Yeah, they do!
Just because
you got a lousy job
Well, you still aspire to be an uptight snob
When you wake and you fake that you heard this shit before
Not from me - St. Slovelnly
It closed in
all around my head
It was just the place I wanted to be
So much comfort, like a feather bed
It was the perfect place for me
But I couldn't
stay that long
It wouldn't be too long
Before I chased
after the next ideal
Bigger and better things await
Although I got myself a brand new reel
I got some leeches for bait
But they ain't
catching on
Don't know the words to the songs
I got a heart
that's as big as you
And you say you never seen it
You must be blind or just a regular fool
What at least you can fake it
Down in your
file cabinet, deep and away
You didn't know what came in the mail that day, did yuh?
It was the coffee, why don't you give it one more try
Give 'er a listen before this big ol' heart dies
Cubicle, cubicle,
home of my heart
Build me an office, my own little fort
Send 'em in threes and they'll get along well
Give them all coffee and cream
Live the American dream
Weekends to blow off the steam
Ergonomically sit on my ass
That's the way the world turns, I guess
A.M. and P.M.
and jet lag time
A.M. and F.M. and what's on my mind
Time it moves mountains of trash everyday
And through it all the radio's on
My life is just like that song
It's something I hang it on
Used to mean something to me
Before I got my stinking bachelor's degree
There's no
time left-we gotta play it fast
The difference we make-it's surely gonna last
If we step on the gas, forget about the brakes
They'll never know that we're a buncha fakes
I'm gonna smoke,
smoke smoke my lungs out
Smoke, smoke, smoke my lungs out
I'm gonna scream and yell and shout it out
I'm gonna smoke, smoke, smoke my lungs out
my lungs out, my lungs out, my lungs out
We got no fears,
we got no light
We got no hope, forever in plight
Happy to suffer forever, amen
Ain't never gonna live in this world again
There's no
time left, we gotta play it fast
The will to live is something of the past
And if there's no future and it's all been done
Let's stay up all night singin' "Here Comes the Sun"
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
You're always
torn, no matter which way you go
It's all art
Remember where you started
You, you, you know who you are, you were with me from the start
We're all the same beings, all of us
My palms may be sweating, but I know I'm right
Jesus Christ
The same yesterday, today and forever
Jesus is in the fire
We build it, we blew it, we stoke it, we stake it, we make it, you made it, now take it!
And you, you,
and you as well,
You'll live your life as heaven or hell
And only time can tell
But love is true as well
And love,
Ah, love
Oh well