Come Undone

Folk Zero

Go Fever

Savannah

United States Of My Mind

This cover was recorded as part of a fundraising compilation album for 'Kids In A New Groove', an Austin charity benefiting local foster kids(full album release date: 2/2/18, available on Spotify).

Engineered and mixed by Max Lorenzen at Good Danny's in Austin, TX.
Assisted by Adam Mason.

Dancing With Myself (Billy Idol Cover)

Recorded in quarantine in May 2020 in the respective living rooms of

Acey Monaro - vocals
Benjamin Burdick - bass
Josh Merry - guitar
Keith Lough - guitar
Stijn Dobbelaere- drums

Mixed and mastered by Max Lorenzen 
Originally written and recorded by The Angels in 1977

Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face Again

By Go Fever

Kings and queens of small town scenes 
Beasts shitting in their waterholes
Hugs and kisses are hits and misses
Lipstick smears from sloppy messes
Dead end thugs, Persian rugs
Desperation, perspiration 
Predilection for addiction
Round and round, round and round, round and round

Let me off, let me out
I don’t know what you’re on or what you’re on about
Or why it’s conveyed in a shout
Let me off, let me out
It’s clear that my words here carry next to no clout
And you’ve all the wisdom of a boy scout

Sycophantic declarations
Circle jerk jubilation
Jukebox DJ arbiter 
Conch shell wielding superstar
Small time big guys holdin court
Beer breath cheer squad to exhort
Predilection for addiction
Round and round, round and round, round and round

Let me off, let me out
I don’t know what you’re on or what you’re on about
Or why it’s conveyed in a shout
Let me off, let me out
It’s clear that my words here carry next to no clout
And you’ve all the wisdom of a Boy Scout

NYE15

By Go Fever

You can tell me yours and I’ll say mine
First up I’ll have to file a restraining order against time
That bastard’s been on my case since 1985
And I took it for granted

When you come from something it’s easy to feel
Like everything is something but I want it to be real
Did I lose you, confuse you? I’m sorry.
I lost myself too.

Don’t give up the ghost, Hank, if there’s one thing you can bank on
It’s that the albatross eventually rots and falls away from
Your neck that’s still so young
And I’m not tellin’ you not to have fun, but you’ve been sprintin’ for a while 
And it’s a long run

Please don’t idolise these friends who live fast and die old
Romanticising sad dead men and if I may be so bold
They won’t contribute a great thing to the canon of rock and roll
That they’re so devoted to 

Don’t give up the ghost, Hank, if there’s one thing you can bank on
It’s that the albatross eventually rots and falls away from
Your neck that’s still so young
And I’m not tellin’ you not to have fun, but you’ve been sprintin’ for a while 
And it’s a long run

Long Run

By Go Fever

Fyi I grew to be awkward like you
I fit in like a foot in a glove, spent my life lookin’ for love 
in all the wrong places 
and when I found it, it was never enough

I finger fucked my mouth til I threw up your disaster
I’ll be scrubbin’ the stains out forever after
Or at least til I’m puttin’ strain 
On a rafter

Every day is another heart attack
Everywhere reminders what I live without
Then my manic blinders come on and
I can’t remember what I was hyperventilating about

Do you need me to show you how to love me?

Fyi I grew to be awkward like you
I fit in like a foot in a glove, spent my life lookin’ for love 
In all the wrong places 
and when I found it, it was never enough

This whole time did you even have a clue?
I almost drowned waitin here for you
And I wait still for some breakthrough
There’s no water under the bridge because I took it all onboard for you

Do you need me to show you how to love me?

by Go Fever / James Petralli

Beautiful Marta
You could not have gone farther
To get any closer to the heart of the matter
Dancin' before royalty 
Within walls of white adobe
Just for the love of it

Amargosa, where the ghosts are
Party at the opera house tonight
Death Valley Junction
Yes it's a formal function
Flesh optional, sequins required

Beautiful Marta
Red lips in the ever after
You are truth swathed in tulle and lace
The fortune teller
Wilgett and the tyre seller
Are all comin' to the grand soiree

Amargosa, where the ghosts are
Party at the opera house tonight
Death Valley Junction
Yes it's a formal function
Flesh optional, sequins required

Pitter patter, footsteps scatter
Slippers on clay
Fingerprints made in the dust
The faint smell of hairspray
Stage is set, but it's still yet
It tarries stoically
Til Luna drags the stars out and Sol dips knowingly

Amargosa, where the ghosts are
Party at the opera house tonight
Death Valley Junction
Yes it's a formal function

Amargosa

By Go Fever

I wanna know you
So that I can show you
The consequence of your smile
I study your photos
Right down to your elbows
Every detail is worthwhile

I chuck on some T-Bone
I take off my Blundstones
Put my phone on the nightstand
I think up a story
There’s no allegory
I turn off the lights and
I get lost in the deep end

Text me to come out, but I won’t answer
But I don’t mean to offend
Bedroom refuge, classic Cancer
I am lost in the deep end

Sometimes I’m hands free
Tightly crossed at the knees
I give myself a tight squeeze
It’s not a perversion
It’s a welcome diversion
When I’m the only one that I have to please

Is it so creepy
That when I get sleepy
I think about you and your friends
I can’t read my novel
The words start to quarrel
I turn out the lights and
I get lost in the deep end

Deep End

By Go Fever

I recall being enthralled
By your every careful line
We were introduced by my friend, Tim
Who was seduced by my couch at the time
It all began with an argument then
The fruits of your heartbreak erstwhile
And if I’m not messin just as much of an impression
Left by the slope of your nose in profile

Now everything is poisoned, poisoned

A circumstantial libertine of 15
another country, another time
Eager to be in the world of the wolves 
Who were her only lifeline
For such a young one, she’s very mature
Smokes and drinks with the best
And it doesn’t feel wrong because she loves all your songs
She’s fully grown when she’s undressed

What’s left to enjoy
Now it’s all been poisoned
Who am I without their words
Now they’ve all been poisoned

Cull your idols  

Now everything is poisoned, poisoned 

You offered your apologies an I say
Nah it’s cool, just keep it

Cull Yr Idols

by Go Fever

What you mistake for confidence
Is really indifference
To your standards of excellence
Your standards of excellence

You have said that
I should get better at guitar or leave it on the shelf 
I think your art is banal but you will notice
That I kept it to myself

You are garden variety
You are garden variety
Everything you do is a cheap forgery
Your dreams live in the shadows of your vanity

If you see me
At the coffee shop, let's not pretend
I've already got too many
I don't need any more friends

On a post show high
When you approached me with your vapid views, this verbal acne
I stood there smilin and offered you a toke
Yes I'm a two faced chicken shit in a toothy cloak

But you are garden variety
You are garden variety
Everything you do is a cheap forgery
Your dreams live in the shadows of your vanity

Garden Variety

by Christina Amphlett, Mark McEntee & Jeremy Paul

I am through with hanging around
With all the boys in town
Now I want a man around
Get me out of here
I am a just red brassiere 
To all the boys in town
Put this bus in top gear 
Get me out of here
I must have been desperate 
I must have been pretty low
I must have been desperate 
I must have been pretty low
I was always driving home 
All the boys in town
But they never telephoned
Get me out of here
I think they're pretty phony
You're not like the rest
You've heard of matrimony
They've all flunked the test
I must have been desperate 
I must have been pretty low
I must have been desperate 
I must have been pretty slow
Oh I'm tired oh I'm wired
Oh I'm tired, oh I'm wired ah
Too much too young
Too much too young
Too much too young
Too much too young
Get me out of here (too much too young)
Get me out of here (too much too young)
Get me out of here (too much too young)
Get me out of here (too much too young)
Get me out of here (too much too young)
Get me out of here (too much too young)
Get me out of here (too much too young)
Get me out of here

Boys In Town

By Go Fever

Sign on the wall shouts: Follow Your Passion!
She’s dressed for success in fast fashion
Made by girls in factories
In faraway, strange countries
The packages help her get through the week
Look, here comes the postman as we speak!

The coffee mug says: Stay Grateful
That’s how she got to be here today
She thinks about those less blessed
Black Lives Matter- she loves Beyoncé!
Tries her best to keep abreast of the news
But it’s depressing and self care’s important, too

Rosé flushes, pissing gushes
After long lunches
The bathroom fills with the smell of body spray
There’s no worry wine can’t allay
Til you’re knickers down in the alleyway
Thank god it’s Friday!

Post it note reads: Hey Guadalupe,
Don’t forget to do my trash today.
Lady seems to be comin undone
Since that raid waylaid her three sons
Up pops a message and it’s pretty savage news-
The marg machine’s not freezin, exclaims Hugh

Rosé flushes, pissing gushes
After long lunches
The bathroom fills with the smell of body spray
There’s no worry wine can’t allay
Til you’re knickers down in the alleyway
Thank god it’s Friday!

TGIF

A New Wave-adjacent, dance punk-curious band fronted by Acey Monaro.

GO FEVER

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