I caught you looking pretty
On the color TV
Counting out your poses
Strictly business please
Left me to the doorman and an icy breeze 
in Fat City
Fat city full of promises 
Like a furnace burning emptiness
What do you do with the loneliness?
Do you take it home to bed?

Fat City Jam Vx

I recorded this with John Merjave, when he was kind enough to let me experiment with his recording gear. Thank you very much, John!

Try A Togi Myth

Recorded in Astoria, New York with Jarred on drums.

Symphony in Agon E

This comes out of the Archives and features the redoubtable work of John Merjave pre Weeklings. The band was known as High Speed Chase and also featured Fernando Rivera on drums and vocals, Justin Niall Scanlon on bass and vocals, and the aforementioned John on vocals and guitar. The three piece outfit was recorded live at CBGB's.

Ants

This experiment in ambient music was fun for the improvisers.

THE STATE OF THE ARTS IS GRAVE

Orbs Urbis

Special Thanks to Larry Gottlieb for another lovely musical composition.

                              

Sea of Dreams

This is an ambitious experiment with a larger musical form. I have to shout out to Laura Wolfe and Will Kellman, without whose production assistance, this track would have never been possible. They both identified a critical moment in the track under separate circumstances within 2 seconds on the clock itself. Thank you both so much!!

Final Iron Maiden Voyage

Lyrics: Mary Baker Eddy
Music: Desiree Goyette
Music @ Christian Science Board of Directors

Saw Ye?

Hymn 383

Holy City

Leander's Laocoon

Co-written with Lawrence Gottlieb

A clown in a uniform clenches a fist
Says some innocents don’t exist
Black, white, or yellow
The blood flows red
And the stories are silent
On the fields of the dead.

But the sky is still blue
And love takes root right where it can
Still looks like a butcher block to me.
Divorce in a family
Divorce in the family of man.

A mob goes riot and something takes hold.
Whatever it is, it ain’t got no soul.
Crucified ambition’s insecurity
Now polish up the liar
For an empty screen.

But the sky is still blue
And love takes root right where it can
Still looks like a butcher block to me.
Divorce in a family
Divorce in the family of man.

Butter up the bullets for the sacred cows.
The order of the day is don’t ask how.
We’re killing each other, call it self-defense.
Now hate’s more common that good old common sense.

But the sky is still blue
And love takes root right where it can
Still looks like a butcher block to me.
Divorce in a family
Divorce in the family of man.

DivorceMP3

Satire of sorts:

Twenty five years of illusion
Summed up in the lies we speak
Twenty five years of confusion
We've wrecked the paths we seek.

Justin Niall Scanlon

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