Too Much Sake

Too Much Sake (feat. Sushi Savant)

The Whale Song

i miss u and im at this point in my life

This is a remastered, livened up version of "The Words I'm Keeping", a song originally penned by a young me, but which still seems to work today.

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The Words I'm Keeping (Remastered)

Looking for the right one can be hard.  Giving up is easy.  Which do you choose?

COLD WIND BLOWS

Down by the iceberg there’s a million men
They fight to find the girl of their dreams
I walk around like the loser from hell
I’m outta my league - whatever that means
But someday when my fish comes in
There she’ll be waiting underneath my wings
Patience is a virtue son
Except when more than half of your life is done

Cold wind blows on my forehead
Cold wind blows through my soul
Satiate the wait to find the perfect mate
But first I need to tuck and roll
For true believers only

Just give me one more chance
That’s all I need for romance tonight
Just give me one more chance
I got my body tux finally waxed and tight
I dream about finding someone with some clout
Who can take me in and out of this cold
So far it’s been no show you‘d think by now I’d let it go
Excuse me if I seem so emotional

Cold wind blows on my forehead
Cold wind blows through my soul
Satiate the wait to find the perfect mate
Searching through this endless snow

Cold wind blows on your forehead
Cold wind blows through your soul
Keep on trudging down that mountain
Keep on searching high and low
For true believers only
All us fools so desperate for love

Credits:
JT : Vocals, Programming
Recorded and Mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY 



Initial Ideas From Cassettes Resurrected

Cold Wind Blows

The moon is not what it seems. And that's not necessarily a good thing.

TILL WE EAT OUT THE MOON

In the sewage plaza there is no sun light matter
We work by “candelabras”
We stir them in the batter
I breathe in puffs of basalt
The workers share my sorrow
In hopes that someday they will be free to see tomorrow bloom
Locked up in a cesspool tomb
A coprolite room
Locked up till we eat out the moon
I run the pressure strainer that held the bones of Renda
She was my only sister
I begged her to surrender
But she refused to adhere
Now she is just a label
A tube of powdered substance among the mixing table
Our senses are numbed by the lasers
(Invisible pins sent from Mizar 5!)
We work beyond nature’s restrictions
A zombie who’s only conviction is THOUGHT!
Iz THOUGHT!
My mind’s the only organ that still retains it’s pieces
The other bits of me are somebody else’s nieces
A lonely hole to be in but I can see the faces
The memories I have are blocking out all traces of this gloom
Locked up in a cesspool tomb
A coprolite room
Locked up till we eat out the moon
Till we eat out the mooooooon?
Till we eat out the moon?
The moon?

Credits:
John Tabacco: Vocals, Drums, Guitar etc..
Recorded at Suburban Hermit Studio I, St. James, NY



Till We Eat Out The Moon

A cover of a Paul and Linda McCartney song from the first Wings album "Wings Wild Life". 
JT : Vocals, Guitar, Programming
Recorded and Mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY 


Some People Never Know

Let's here it for that non assuming, inspirational bovine... 

LAZY LYLA

Lazy Lyla
I wish that I could know what’s in your head
This is crazy Lyla
I’ll try another avenue instead
Could it be a thousand sunsets you are dreaming?
Shimmering off a sea of wavy gold
You amaze me Lyla
Your grace shows all the poems you’ve never told

Lazy Lyla
Always coloring right over the lines
As the world passes by I can see in your eyes
a better place than what’s in mine...

Lazy Lyla
Behold you are the forest for the trees
Trace me Lyla
I know there’s many worlds in what you see
Did you know sometimes I dream about your sunsets?
And the ships you sail on seas of wavy gold?
It’s so hazy Lyla
Or maybe it’s just me that’s getting old.

Save me Lyla
Sometimes I wish I were where you are
The rest of us play never mean what we say
You live by truth that’s in the stars...

Easy come.
Easy go...
Think I’m done but I hope you know by now
It’s not the when it’s how...

Lazy Lyla
I wonder if I’ll ever know your name
Lazy Lyla
It’s time for me to play another game
Lazy Lyla
Trace me Lyla
Save me Lyla

Credits:
Gian DiMauro : Lead Vocal, Programming
JT : Acoustic guitar, Backup vocals
Jim Dexter : Acoustic guitar, Backup vocals
Paul Michael Barkan : Mandolin
Recorded and Mixed at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY 

Lazy Lyla

THE PERFECT MARRIAGE

Yes is just a means to no
Stop could not exist without it's rival go
And you and I will rock and roll
Until the lives we have turn in their mortal souls

Everything is like the perfect marriage
Suppose it's always been that way
Perfect by design just like the horse and carriage
So entwined…
Like night is to day

The present needs the future past
Nonsense needs some logic to keep up the flag
And salutations never last because the goodbye look
is right behind it's ass

Everything is like the perfect marriage
Suppose it's always been that way
Perfect by design just like the horse and carriage
So entwined…
Like night is to day

OFF TO WASSELETTE (Sound Advice For Joan)

Know, there are ways to fly
Through any dimension of space and time
Forces around you make it hard to decide
But you’ll get some help from a destiny child

Deep oceans of heavy karma
projecting the films of your past
Do you remember when life was so simple
Once you untied yourself from the mast...

Credits:
John Tabacco : Vocals, Programming
Recorded and Mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY

The Perfect Marriage / Off To Wasselette (Sound Advice For Joan)

There are rules if you let them...

DOS AND DON'TS

The dos and don’t live side by side
You see they often take a ride
To places that are undefined
Where nonsense and logic intertwine

Behind the scenes of life’s mysteries
This is how it works
This is how it don’t
This is what it means
To be awoke

Right now you learn everything by rote
But there’s a better way on the inside

The yea’s and nays shout side by side
One is black, the other white
They switch on and off
No wrong or right
That’s what takes our dreams a-flight

This is how it works
This is how it don’t
This is what it means
To be awoke

Right now you learn everything by rote
But there’s a better way on the inside

Eat a mash potato
Spoon a lemon whirl
Ingest the life around you
Be it boy or be it girl
It’ll make more and more sense
As your time unfurls
And I'll...
Furls and I'll

Right now you learn everything by rote
But there’s a better way on the inside

Do's and Don'ts
And I quote
The magic behind the machinery

Do's and Don'ts
And I quote
The magic behind the machinery

Credits:
Ben Sitwell : Vocals
Ian Sitwell : Vocals
Brian Sitwell : Guitars
Carlo Sitwell : Bass
Karen Karpenter - Skintag : Drums
JT : Engineer, And Mixer
Recorded at Imaginary Studios, Caribou, Colorado 

Dos & Donts

The subconscious is where it's all happening...

TAKE A FLYIN' LEAP

Lovers:
Silvery illusions from a nerve bending ball of light
Romance:
Raging sublimations mixed in delicate cups and kites
And sages:
Bragging double breasted seizures on the mast
Selling futuristic presents from the past
Like some salad crooked criminal in glass
It is said:

They say go fool take a flyin’ leap
Got a try another angle when the big guy sleeps
They say go fool take a flyin’ leap
Gotta dump the old cabana for the soul to reap
They say go fool take a flyin’ leap
Better buy a pair of slippers and recline

Moon tax:
Waning mumble jumbo quoting lattice surprise so tight
Soft cells
Rising in a puddle full of rich hungry gods who fight
While sages:
Dump the angry vessel visions from TV
Betting devil innuendo prophesies
Bound in riddle stick religions to the tee
Don’t you know?

They say go fool take a flyin’ leap
Got a try another angle when the big guy sleeps
They say go fool take a flyin’ leap
Gotta dump the old cabana for the soul to reap
They say go fool take a flyin’ leap
Got a try another angle when the big guy sleeps
They say go fool take a flyin’ leap
Gotta dump the old cabana for the soul to reap
They say go fool take a flyin’ leap

Buy a pair of slippers and recline

Credits:
John Tabacco : Vocal, Programming
Recorded and mixed at Sonic Underground Studios,
Stony Brook, NY
Added tidbits recorded at Suburban Hermit Studios II in 2016,
Stony Brook, NY 



Take A Flyin' Leap

John Tabacco is an American composer, singer songwriter, producer, recording engineer, multi instrumentalist and graphic artist. He has engineered /mixed and mastered music for hundreds of New York recording artists as well as projects released on BMG: The Kemelions, RCA: Faze, Rampage/Rhino: Rhett Forrester, Columbia: Rebbie Jackson, Rykodisc : Bob Marley, Columbia: Chris Jasper, Electra: Sonia Dada and Nickleodeon’s Are You Afraid Of The Dark? He is the CEO of It Iz What It Iz Music Publishing which currently holds over 750 songs in its catalog. He has been an associate producer for IndiMusic TV and hosts a bi-weekly radio program (CLAM RADIO) on college radio WUSB.fm since 1999. He is currently the head of A&R at Modern Voices Digital Distribution.

His musical background consists of extensive study of orchestration with noted 20th century composer John Lessard, harmony with the late electronic music maverick Bulent Arel, and composition with Stony Brook University professor Peter Winkler. He received his BA in Music from Stony Brook University in 1983. 

Like an unfolding musical diary / puzzle, Tabacco’s music and art are constantly being re-worked, juxtaposed and intertwined. His style is a melding of pop - jazz -rock - avant garde / aleatory, classical and comedy.  He has been recording his music non stop since 1979.

Of note: In 1989 the satirical, absurd house song "Go House Yourself" co-written by Tabacco, Pati and DiMauro reached position 39 on Billboard's dance chart. 

In 2014 Tabacco signed a record deal with Texas, indie label, Muffin Records. They released his CD “Unfulfilled Shopping Carts Syndrome” internationally.

Till We Eat Out The Moon

John Tabacco

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