I. THIS KIND OF MUSIC

This kind of music makes me feel nervous
It makes me edgy
This kind of music makes me feel insecure

And when I’m sitting at home
I turn my radio on

Music is not something to play with, something to work on
It’s what we buy at the record store with pictures of pop stars
Complete with a pouting smirk

Why are they smiling? I think they’re laughing
They drive a Jaguar, you work at Burger Shack
All the while dreaming of stars in the spotlight
Content to believe in them

For a quick buck they’ll smile for the camera
Don’t they look pretty?
Thanks to cosmetics they look clean enough to walk into Heaven
(At least for a little while)

Let’s just keep it simple and flashy
That’s how we like it here in America
As time goes on you’ll never again hear
This kind of music
A tune that goes something like —

II. THE OTHER REALM (Parts 1 – 4)
(Instrumental)

III. WHEN EGOS COLLIDE

Meanwhile...

A little more shampoo to get that macho look...

Ooh, I look so smart with my Steinbeck books...

You know that’s all it takes to make a chunk of dough appealing
Well, the outside’s nice but the inside’s still congealing

Yeah, it’s no fun to be a shipping clerk
In a store that sells adjustable beds
You come alive at night, you act so cool that no one knows
About the little problem in your head

That’s why you wash your hair
With Francis Drake Shampoo, you’re feeling
Like a conquistador but your tortured soul ain’t healing

M.C.: Good evening, everyone, welcome once again to The Grave!

Now it’s time for music

M.C.: Tonight you’re gonna get entertained by Fetus Jeopardy — yeah!
Grab your drinks, the show has begun

Sweet swirl dream wrap
Meet girl — nightcap!

Bartender: What’ll you have?

Man: A margarita. (To woman) Can we share a dream or maybe more?

Woman: Your hair smells, tells, seeks my hidden door...

Man: She can see I’m a pH-balanced Friday night conquistador.

Bartender: Anchors aweigh!

Woman: Uh-uh, I’m not easy — see my Steinbeck books?
They set off my bratty DON’T TOUCH looks.

Man: He’s my hero — “War and Peace” is cool.

Woman: You’re a dumb jock. Where’d you go to school?

Man: Screw you, bookworm! No one wants to boogie with a library lump.

IV. LIBRARY LUMP BOOGIE / PRIESTS WITH TORTURED FLESH RIDING UNICYCLES THROUGH SPACE
(Instrumental)

V. TOMB SWEET TOMB

Our dreams fall, they choke and stagger
When we see that they don’t matter
Like smelly old socks they get nasty and foul
So we spray ‘em with Pledge® and wipe ‘em off with a towel

Seal ‘em up tight in little cubes of delight

Display them on the mantle
To the left of your Silver Anniversary candle
By the bowling trophy near the baby shoes
Do they ease your mind while you watch the news?

Why pull your head out of the slime
When there’s misery to be had for all?
Cultural stagnation ain’t our concern
That’s for the geniuses
The heroes that we look for in the clouds
They’ve done it all
Don’t you know it’s all been done before

You soak it up and whip it out for inspection
But it’s just window dressing, extra baggage

Neglected, untouched
It just collects dust
So how can you possibly lust for this

This kind of...

-------------

Bill Burman: Bass, Opening and End Vocals
Andy Connell: Saxophones, Clarinets
John Garza: Man at The Grave
Tim Hagar: 3-D Guitar Solo
Paul Layton: Priests, Lead Vocals at End
Jan Luby: Woman at The Grave
Christopher Palermo: Shipping Clerk Rap, Backing Vocals
Joe Palermo: Drums, Percussion
Pipa Piñon: Lead and Backing Vocals
Mike Steitz: Lead and Backing Vocals
Mike Wagner: Keyboards, Guitars, Vocals, Percussion, LinnDrum

Words and Music by Bill Burman and Mike Wagner
Produced by Mike Wagner
Artwork: David L. Eason

* Recorded at Incubation Lab One, San Jose, CA, 1984 – 1987
* Mixed at Autoloft, Cupertino, CA, 1987
* Analog to digital conversion by Sonicraft, Freehold, NJ, 2012
* Mastered by Justin Weis at Trakworx, San Francisco, CA, 2012

Special thanks to: Brian Burman, Eric Conly, Mike Conly, Robin Stone, The Wagner Family

This Kind of Music

Father of twins. Nice guy. Lover of caffeine and high quality snark. Forever aspiring to make physical the imaginary music that swirls in my head most of the day.

Mike.Wagner

Popular tracks