This is Not Me
As the Blood Seeps
Sandpaper
It's Only a Song
Irresistible Impulse
Lights
The Bottom of America
Conscious Effort
Call My Friends
Gloom Girl

This is Not Me
Words and Music: Emily Parker

Emily Parker: vocals
Ron Ciarniello: guitars
Don Miller: bass
Ron Hiss: drums, percussion

This is not me
Only who I appear to be
Not liking what I see
Not near what used to be
Hammer away!
Repetition is my friend
Through thick skull
Until the bitter end
Staring down the throat
Of my loaded 32
All there is for you-
“Smile pretty, now!”
Smile so much
My face might fall off
Soar to the touch
Turn my head
And cough
Wear a hole through the floor
Never finding the door
Wispy weeds on my head
Oops! Now she’s dead!
This is not me…
This is not me…
This is not me…
Only who I appear to be
Not liking what I see
Not near what used to be…
You tell me who I should be!
You tell me what I should see!
You tell me who I should be!
No, no this is not me!
no, no this is not me!
No, no this is not me!
NO! NO! THIS IS NOT ME!

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As the Blood Seeps
Words and Music: Ron Ciarniello

Emily Parker: vocals and Wurlizter electric piano
Ron Ciarniello: guitars
Don Miller: bass and backing vocals
Ron Hiss: drums
Ted Harris: saxophone

In the morning
Near the central world
Far away
A family’s mourning
They lost their son, he was brave
He fought the battle
He’s a hero but he can’t breathe now
What does it matter?
As the blood seeps
Into the earth hear the children weep
As the blood stains
Wash your hands of the pain
As the blood flows
How many people really know?
It’s time we realized
The men have lied
We’ve got to stop the suicide
There’s oil in the gulf
Two brothers engulfed
In their own obsessions
What’s the lesson my friend
What’s the lesson for you and me?
What’s the lesson my friend
What’s the lesson for you and me?
As the blood seeps
Into the earth hear the children weep
As the blood stains
Wash your hands of the pain
As the blood flows
How many people really know?
It’s time we realized
The men have lied
We’ve got to stop the homicide
The suicide you got to stop
The homicide you got to stop
The genocide you got to stop
All of this you got to stop!

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Sandpaper
Words: Emily Parker
Music: Miller, Hiss, Parker, Ciarniello

Emily Parker: vocals
Ron Ciarniello: backing vocal, guitars
Don Miller: backing vocal, bass
Ron Hiss: drums, percussion
Tim Queen: harmonica

In my blender
There’s a hurricane
With bits of stuff
That goes in my brain
This must be the night
Not to be seen, each one will compare you
To the next
There’s no time
There’s no now,
Not for real anyhow
And I brag to you,
Then you get none!
2x Snow me, Blow me, Get to Know me
I’m like sandpaper
In my blender
There’s a hurricane
With bits of stuff
That goes in my veins!
4x Snow me, Blow me, Get to Know me
I’m like sandpaper
This must be the night
Not to be seen each one will compare you
To the next
There’s no time
There’s no now,
Not for real anyhow
And I brag to you,
Then you get none!
8x Snow me, Blow me, Get to Know me
I’m like sandpaper

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It’s Only a Song
Words and Music by: Ron Ciarniello

Ron Ciarniello: vocals, guitars
Emily Parker: backing vocals
Don Miller: backing vocals, bass
Ron Hiss: drums
Hal Walker: mouth harp

My girlfriend tells me my songs are sad
She says they make her feel bad
I told her watch some prime time TV
Maybe that will make you happy
It’s only a song
There ain’t no right or wrong
We disagreed all along
It’s only a song
My best friend talks about the songs I write
He laughs and calls them trite
He’s singing Dylan, Bowie, Lou Reed
Those guys they wish they were me
It’s only a song
There ain’t no right or wrong
We disagreed all along
It’s only a song
October autumn came so fast
We really had a blast
I played my guitar under the trees
Playing for no one but me
It’s only a song
There ain’t no right or wrong
We disagreed all along
It’s only a song
repeat

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Irresistible Impulse
Words: Emily Parker and Ron Ciarniello
Music: Ron Ciarniello

Emily Parker: vocals
Ron Ciarniello: guitars
Don Miller: bass
Ron Hiss: drums
Sherrill Keefe: backing vocals
Gary Smith: Congas

Put your body
where your mouth is.
Conceal
where your lust lives.
Taming
your impulses.
Leaving
when the time is right.
The difficulty lies
in the look of your eyes.
How can I tell you?
How can I explain?
Perspectives from my vantage-
point to the one that I see
looking back at me
from the mirror.
All things pale to you.
Take me again,
down the road going there.
Get to know me,
slowly, gently.
Take me there,
go with me again.
Feeling the frustration,
each time that we talk.
All that’s between us,
there is support.
Understanding without words,
burning from within
will the bottom drop out,
it will…
BUT WHEN???!
PUT YOUR BODY
WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS!
CONCEAL
WHERE YOUR LUST LIVES!
Taming
your impulses…
Leaving…
when the time…is right.
All things pale to you.

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Lights
Words and Music: Ron Ciarniello

Ron Ciarniello: vocals, guitars
Emily Parker: backing vocals, Fender Rhodes piano
Don Miller: bass
Ron Hiss: drums, percussion
Ted Harris: saxophone
Ramone Morton: backing vocals

I remember the night
At the Carousel Light
You talked my head into a spin
I kept your drinks fresh
You were quite a mess
I enjoyed you none the less
We met all your friends
We did your cocaine and then
Parked the car for the night
Still not real sure if you’re a boy or a girl
I don’t care if its wrong or right
Tequila, tequila on a Tuesday night
Your action speak louder than your words
Do you remember, remember on the street corners
The tree tops,
the city lights
Now we exchange those
Embarrassed looks
We dangle in our conversation
Remembering what never happened
Credit biology for the temptation
We plan for the future
Suppressing the creature
Wake up in the dark on the night
We plan for the bends
We’re planning not to tell our friends
Planning to do it again
Tequila, tequila on a Tuesday night
Your action speak louder than you words
Do you remember, remember on the street corners
The tree tops,
the city lights

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The Bottom of America
Words and Music: Ron Ciarniello

Ron Ciarniello: vocals, guitars Emily Parker: backing vocals, scream Don Miller: bass Ron Hiss: drums Hal Walker: harmonica, banakuuas Tonya Barba & Brenda Lopez Guizar Spanish vocals Nicky: dog on porch barking

We have all come from the bottom of America
Watch us all come from the bottom of America
Take from the most, who have the least
We have all come from the bottom of America
We have all drank
From the jagged bloody mickey cup
We have all sank
From just another pick me up
We have all come from the bottom of America
Queen of Clubs
So dark and luscious
My fair lady
So pale and scrumptious
I love them all
The oriental yellow rose
Seniority with the dark black panty hose
With me you got the real thing
You know that I am not a replica
I was brought down
In the bottom of America
father son and holy ghost
Take the least from who have the most
We have all come from the bottom of America
We have all drank
From the jagged bloody mickey cup
We have all stank
From just another pick me up
We have all come from the bottom of America
Usually I’m not with the girls at all
I’m playing poker
Drinking beer and watching football
but with the boys
I can’t show my sensitivity
I say that in jest
Just a little levity
We represent the Church of Reason
It’s a tacit thing
The higher country of the mind
The higher country of the mind

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Conscious Efforts
Words: Emily Parker
Music: Emily Parker, Don Miller, Ron Ciarniello, Ron Hiss

Emily Parker: vocals, backing vocal, Korg Triton keyboard
Ron Ciarniello: guitars
Don Miller: bass
Ron Hiss: drums
Janis Fields: violin

Can’t see tomorrow
because of living in yesterday.
Reaching for the future,
eyes shut, show me the way.
Greater understanding,
of myself in this world.
Am I a boy now?
Am I a girl?
Do you see me?
Do you,
when you stare?
Am I the someone
you wish could be here?
Who are you?
Where can you be found?
What are you looking for…
as the morning dawns?
Will rain smash me,
when the storm is done?
Will the sun forget me…
when she’s gone?
I’m swimming in numbness
dancing in the pain.
Wondering about
this hold that I’m in.
Conscious efforts
not to conceive,
preserving my temple
collecting dust and weeds.
Strong and stable,
Soft and sable.
Knowing I am able,
Denying myself again.
Who are you?
Where can you be found?
What are you looking for…
as the morning dawns.
Will rain smash me
when the storm is done?
Will the sun forget me,
when she’s gone?

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Call My Friends
Words: Ron Ciarniello & Tim Workman
Music: Ron Ciarniello

Ron Ciarniello: vocals and guitar
Emily Parker: vocals, Don Miller: bass and backing vocals
Ron Hiss: drums, tambourine, and backing vocals,
Tim Queen: acoustic and electric guitars
Backing vocals by: Stephanie Klonis, Heather Kelley, Joe Kelley, “Recreation” Mike McDonald, Rachel Queen, Christopher McMasters, Drew Messer, Matt Miller, Claudia Phipps, Bart Romano, Jennifer Romano, Matt Romano, Bill Tiedemann, Christine Tilly and Tim Queen

Nowhere to go
There’s nowhere
I should have been
Gonna go home
Go home and call my friends
Tomorrow I’ll be sleeping in
Cause Tonight I’m going to call my friends
Call my friends
A bit of salvation
A bite to eat
A cool shady place
To get out of the heat
Come on baby
Give me something sweet
I got one foot in your doorway
A foot in the street
Gonna call my friends
Cause they don’t cry
Like those women
And they don’t lie
Like those women
And they don’t cheat
Don’t cheat like the women do
But there not as sweet
Not as sweet as all those pretty women
A bit of salvation
A bite to eat
A cool shady place
To get out of the heat
Come on baby
Give me something sweet
I got one foot in hour doorway
A foot in the street
Gonna call my friends

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Gloom Girl
Words: Emily Parker
Music: Ron Ciarniello

Emily Parker: vocals
Ron Ciarniello: guitars
Don Miller: bass
Ron Hiss: drums
Ted Harris: flute

Everything’s coming unraveled,
nothing, nothing will keep us apart.
Always the cup is half empty,
the glue in my world spins apart.
I never, you don’t.
Anger and hate in control here,
spears of fire shot through your heart.
I never, you don’t.
I never, you don’t.
Why on vacation would you…
could you pick such a day?
Such a day…now,
just like every other day.
I never, you don’t.
I never, you don’t.
I never, you don’t.
Wishing you were here,
and that you’d go away.

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