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Potted Plants (ft Moon)

Potted Plants (My Favorite Food) (Ft: Moon)

John Ragazzo - Lead & BG Vocals, Bass
Eric Rasmussen -Acoustic Guitar, 12 String Guitar, Guitar Solo in Bridge.
Tom Grykien - Electric Guitar, BG Vocals
Rachel Goldstien -Violins
Tim Shahady - Drums, Percussion

Recorded at Big Silver - Somerset, NJ & Rachel's living room!
July 2016

Recorded and Mixed by TPS.

Lyrics:

Breech

Born into this world against my will
Upside down they,
Took me from my room a little soon
I could feel the pounding and

First they had me by the feet
Then they took me by the knees
A push and pull and I was out
And then they spun me around

and
I Screamed (Just like that)
I Screamed (Someone put me back)

Took against my will
Looked around
A monkey in a zoo was how I felt
And what I found was

First they sat me in a seat
Then they taught me how to read
And if they'd only stopped right there
I might have never learned to fail

So
I screamed (Take me home)
I screamed (Let me down)

Stumbled through this world everyday
I hear the sounds of
Trouble falling down on me like bombs
Man, I hit the ground and

Once I knew I had been beat
That every promise had been breached
No absolution to be found
When everything is upside down

I screamed (Just my luck)
I screamed (Think I've had enough)
I screamed (Call the truck)
I screamed (Let 'em pick me up)

Breech_V2

John Ragazzo -Lead & BG Vocals, Bass, Acoustic Guitar
Tom G - Electric Guitars, BG Vocals
Tim Shahady - Drums & Percussion

Lyrics by Ryan Renzulli
Music by Ryan Renzulli, John Ragazzo, Tom Grykien, Tim Shahady

Recorded and mixed at Big Silver, Somerset, NJ

Lyrics:
Last Tuesday was a Holy Day of Obligation 
There she is in her pew kneeling & praying
She’s got her books and beads and all her piety   
But the new Pope’s giving her anxiety
“No man like that can never lead this church of mine”  
“I won’t put his picture in my papal shrine”
“What happened to the way things used to be?”  
 Maybe she’s a little too thick to see
 
White Smoke…Black Pope  White Smoke…Black Pope
 
Spitting and cussin’ out in front of the clinic   
The Black Pope’s got him feeling mighty sick
“Fighting for Jesus”, until he’s got black man in Rome calling all the shots
“I got myself a bomb but I’m no terrorist, 
‘cause God needs kids to fight the communists”
“Dead babies, Black Popes, what kinda world we’re Livin’?  
Ain’t it funny he’s the one who don’t need forgiving?             

White Smoke…Black Pope  White Smoke…Black Pope

Every week they meet inside the rectory   
To gossip ‘bout the neighbors and pray the rosary
That Black Pope’s got ‘em in a flying rage   
“It’s the end of the world, the Book’s Final Page”
“First a Black Pope, and next thing you know” 
“They’re all your Feast and your Bingo”
Saying they were blind and now they can see?  
Everything but their own High-Pockricy                                      

White Smoke…Black Pope  White Smoke…Black Pope
White Smoke…Black Pope    
White Smooooooookke…..Black Pooooooooooope

Black Pope

George - Vocals
Gary Griffin - Guitars
Doug Radeke - Bass
Tim Shahady - Drums

I was pretty into Soundgarden...I just wanted to play like Matt Cameron(still do).

Hunger

George - Vocals
Gary Griffin - Guitars
Doug Radeke - Bass
Tim Shahady - Drums

Just Sick

John Ragazzo - Vocals, Bass, Vibra-Slap
Tim Shahady - Drums and Guitars

Charm School

John Ragazzo - Vocals
Tim Shahady - Drums, Guitars, Bass
Bill Psolka - Guitars
Tom Grykien - Guitar
Ryan Renzulli - Background Vocals

I            Thought            You’d…
Hit the limit by this time, you got us sucking wind but we’re still alive,   You’ve  stepped on so many cracks  even broke my daddy’s back, I Hate to say it,  I ain’t  --  You just keep on finding

   New Ways to Be Wrong        New Ways to Be Wrong       New Ways to Be Wrong       New Ways to Be Wrong
   List is getting kinda  long    New Ways to Be Wrong

Well it’s all about your legacy and your so-called pedigree, well    Your delusions they get me scary,  just like your crazy hairy
Only wish it was all a lie            You just keep on coming by with

New Ways to Be Wrong          New Ways to Be Wrong     New Ways to Be Wrong     New Ways to Be Wrong
List is getting way too long   New Ways to Be Wrong                (SOLO)

New Ways to Be Wrong        New Ways to Be Wrong       New Ways to Be  AND    New Ways to Be Wrong
I’d like to take a knife to your forked tongue     New Ways to Be Wrong       (BRIDGE)

You know some people think before they speak, seems to make some sense to me but You think Don King’s Frederick Douglass, as you loom so high above us
I’d be laughing if I wasn’t crying, you just keep on finding

New Ways to Be Wrong    New Ways to Be Wrong    New Ways to Be Wrong and Wrong     New Ways to Be Wrong

Man I’ve seen bigger mitts on a leprechaun  New Ways to Be Wrong   
We’d be better off with Mao Se Tong       
New Ways to Be Wrong   But now we’re stuck here with Agent Orange……………………………….

tshahady

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