This was written by friend and collaborator Tony Nolan, a.k.a. NOEX.
In 1983 Toni, myself and a group of like-minded friends set up a production studio where we serendipitously recorded music on the spot using a whole plezora of Brisbane musicians.
This project was called Logistic Services, now 41 years later we have made a digital version of that initiative and this song is one of the results of this new collaboration.  
Noex: guitars, bass, keys, song composition.
Kajati: Fretless bass, samples, lyrics and vocals 


Lyrics:
Its import that you close your eyes 
and just listen for a moment
Todays the day where fortune smiles, 
it has smiled down upon you

something, somehow
has brought you to this point in time
every event that's taken place 
to this place has brought you

The question is
what will you do with this moment
Will you take the final step
where your intuition can be opened

a level where your real potential
will be finally realised
you're just a few minutes away
from being amazed
by the most unusual selection 
of originally crafted 3d sounds

Your real potential

I speculate that our actions define the future.  So the future is here.  We just have to catch up to it.

NOBODY, NOBODY KNOWS 

Rivers - taxi cabs for flowing life forms and emulsions
Rivers - taxi cabs for flowing garbage to the oceans The seagull and all it’s mates
They come to gather by the dumpster crates
If a pizza box shows up - great,
They’ll have more plastic cheese to munch on
But is this something they should count on? 
Well, Nobody, nobody knows
What the future has in store tomorrow
Nobody nobody knows
Would you care to speculate? Nobody nobody knows but fate 
Sunshine – reveals the floating pesticidal pollen
I’ve been coughin’ Sunshine - reveals the radiated skin cells on a dolphin While a satellite watches you
We’re nothing more than human cellular phones 
The mystery of what we do no longer hidden like a dog bone
Could be your name is on the next drone 
Well, Nobody, nobody knows
what the future has in store tomorrow
Nobody, nobody knows would you care to flip a dime?
Nobody, nobody knows what the future has in store tomorrow
Nobody, nobody knows not I  Suspended belief - like the child hood stories of yesterday No kind of relief sittin shiva when love ones pass away The man behind the curtain was gone The day his guessing games were sold to gypsy queens

(The gypsy queens…. Look into my crystal ball – you fools!)

Wave goodbye to the honey bee
Welcome the Fukushima folly parade A world of absurdities to feed creations endless wedding
I wonder where the whole thing’s heading… 
Well, Nobody, nobody knows
What the future has in store tomorrow
Nobody, nobody knows would you care to speculate? 
Well, Nobody, nobody knows what the future has in store tomorrow
Nobody, nobody knows but fate

FATE!

Nobody, nobody knows etc…

Credits:
John Tabacco : Lead vocal. Acoustic guitar, Programming
Patricia Amendolia : Back up vocals
Barry Hartglass : Bass
Vinnie Zummo : Guitars
Recorded and mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY   

Nobody, Nobody Knows

A respectful cover of a pre-Steely Dan song.

COME BACK BABY

I don't like waiting for a knock on the door
I don't like wondering why
I got no mercy for a man and his tears
He's just living a lie
I got a feeling like I'm losing my cool
That's no way to be
You got me crying got me playing the fool
That's what you're doing to me

You gotta come back baby
I don't want to say how long it's been
Five days and I gotta know now
Come back baby
I don't want to live alone again
My old man never taught me how

I don't like lying all alone in my bed
Nobody calling my name
I can't say thank you for a kick in the head
But I need you just the same
See me sitting by the side of the road
People staring and smiling
They got no mercy for a man and his tears
Can't you hear me cry

You gotta come back baby
I don't want to say how long it's been
Five days and I gotta know now
Come back baby
I don't want to live alone again
My old man never taught me how

Credits:
JT : Vocals, Rhythm guitar, Programming, Mix
Joe Gioglio : Electric guitar
Recorded and mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY 

Come Back Baby

We live in bizarro world.  This song is proof of that.

FREEZE DRIED BABY SURPRISE

Down in the southern chins of Alabama
Lived a red neck stir fry
Balanced by a case of desperada
And his mama’s moon pie...
Headed upward to Halfbreedchester county
With a Christian money clip that he stole
Swaggered into the Litmus Bar Refresher
Where he dropped his missile
Where he whet his whistle on a

Freeze Dried Baby Surprise
Mulch an unripe tomata in red eye
Little Freeze Dried Baby Surprise
Add a dash of Viagra™ and dry ice
Little Freeze Dried Baby

The beverage mixer behind the pitted counter
Was a charmer of thirteen
Oversexed and a farmer’s spouse and daughter
Her shapely assets were pristine
Our feted furor was smitten by the prospects
Of soilin’ up her lily white fields
And all the dirt that this old boy had been missing
Was suddenly awaken
When another sip was taken of that

Freeze Dried Baby Surprise
Mulch an unripe tomata in red eye
Little Freeze Dried Baby Surprise
Add a dash of Viagra™ and dry ice
Little Freeze Dried Baby Surprise
Like a sun spark penetration at midnight
Little Freeze Dried Baby

His dopey smile soon became contorted
And after a few rounds
He aborted his manual nature
He jumped on over the bar
And tried to squeeze this juicy child
But she grabbed herself a hanger
And plunged it through his neck
And he choked and rolled and stumbled
And as his last breath drew, he mumbled
For another: Freeze...

No paramedic could save this horny redneck
But the ending’s not as down as it seems
His spirit rose up and screamed above the lodging:
“In heaven there’s a nozzle
constantly discharging royal...”

Freeze Dried Baby Surprise
Mulch an unripe tomata in red eye
Little Freeze Dried Baby Surprise
Add a dash of Viagra™ and dry ice
Little Freeze Dried Baby Surprise
Like a sun spark penetration at midnight
Little Freeze Dried Baby - C’mon give it a try

Credits:
JT : Vocals, Guitar, Casio Programming
Chris Pati : Stratocaster Abuse
Recorded and Mixed at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY
Strat recorded at Backdoor Studios, Huntington Station, NY 

Freeze Dried Baby Surprise

Another great "early years" tune from Becker and Fagen circa 1970. Yet again, studio downtime afforded me the time to arrange this piece. The drums were set up for some other project and I just improvised the song in one take. I added a few measures where I thought things could open up a bit with a solo. In this case, it's a thought out guitar solo performed in the cheesiest of ways (of course it's me playing).

Android Warehouse

While you're here - deal with it.  Eventually you're ship will come in and take you away from this fear laden place.

ON THAT DAY

Dirty air petroleum is in the sky every night
I've been on the burner avoiding the cable fights
No one ever loses, so it's no fun
It's just like ballroom dancin'
When i get my chance I'm on the next ship to sail the stars!

On that day when i leave here
I will pay off another world
And I'll pray that i find me
A cool place i can live and grow
A cool place i can live and grow

Greedy earth militia is stealing bees from the hives
Spitting cruel decisions - affecting countless lives
Ahh, but the 3-D screens are realer than real
They keep the masses happy
When i get my chance I'm on the next ship to sail the stars...

On that day when i leave here
I will pay off another world
And I'll pray that i find me
A cool place i can live and grow
A cool place i can live and grow

I'll do the best that i can do
Try my best to follow through
Mind my own and hope that soon my mother ship comes in!

On that day when i leave here
I will pay off another world
And I'll pray that i find me
A cool place i can live and grow
A cool place i can live and grow

Credits:
JT : Vocals, Programming, FX
Recorded at Modern Voices Recording Studios, Centerport, NY
24 Track tape = Scotch 250 

On That Day

WASH THE BLOOD WITH THE RAIN

Renda felt empty
Renda felt worse than her shoes
Renda remembers
The day when she heard the sad news

They had to play over it
They had to play "chicken-shit"
Now all that's left is on the train

Wash the blood with the rain

Just like the movies
Renda and I saw the change
Matching the photographs
Everyone looked rather strange

They had to play over it
They couldn't re-write the script
So young, so cold, so free of pain

Wash the blood with the rain

Now doncha know ya sucha winner when you play those baby games?
You can mollify regrets about the future and get your name....
Your name, in the papers where the general population will skim you by
Nothing new about some drunken kinda fools who now reside
On the other side...
On the other side!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We all play over it
There is no benefit but a life (a long and fruitful game)

Wash the blood with the rain

Credits:
John Tabacco : Vocals, Drum Seat, Guitar, FX
Recorded and Mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios I, St. James, NY



Wash The Blood With The Rain

A WOMAN NAMED VENGEANCE

What were you like in your formative years?
Did you have any toys did you have any tears?
Did your mother conceive you in horror or heat?
Did you suck at the bosom of truth or deceit?

Did you torture your dolls
Did you cuddle your pets?
Was your childhood sunshine or only regrets?
If I looked in your closet, tell me what will I see?
A chest full of bones or a tea set for three?

Your life is a riddle,
I don't have a clue
I wish you were simple
But there's nothing I can do to get through to you

A woman named Vengeance
That is your name
A woman named Vengeance
As clear as the shape of my face
A woman named Vengeance
Your mystery remains
A woman named Vengeance
The reasons locked inside
But I won't run and hide
You're all that I've got today

Were you Valedictorian?
Did you go to the prom?
Or spend the night looking for something to bomb?
Did you make your mom proud,
Does your father stand tall?
Should I look for your face on the post office wall?

Did you play make believe
Did you wear your mom's heels?
Rip the legs off of spiders, just to see how it feels?
Were you ever a mother
Were you ever someone's wife?
Should I ask all these questions or maybe think twice?

Your life is a riddle
I don't have a clue
I wish you were simple
But there's nothing I can do to get through to you

A woman named Vengeance
That is your name
A woman named Vengeance
As clear as the shape of my face
A woman named Vengeance
Your mystery remains
A woman named Vengeance
The reasons locked inside
But I won't run and hide
You're all that I've got in bed

A woman named Vengeance
A woman named Vengeance
That's all that I've got
A woman named Vengeance
A woman named Vengeance
A woman named Vengeance
That's all that I've got
A woman named Vengeance

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

A Woman Named Vengeance

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

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.

I came out of musical hibernation in 2017. The resulting time warp of 28 years since 1994 means that I play with a late eighties sound, adding the musical influences of the last 28 years. 
I have three projects in gear: 
J-San: cover versions my Daughter where I record cover versions of some of our favourite songs. This began during lockdowns as a distraction to try and have fun at home. She sings, and I make the music.

@plastic soldiers, a two-piece musical project with a friend from 30 years back based in Melbourne, that records under the name Plastic soldiers.

Logistic Services, a web for musical collaborations that began as a project working on 4-track in the mid-'80s and that I have updated to a web-based version for musical interchange collaboration.

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