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Receiving 05:56
Make up your own!
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Tired 04:17
I'm tired of disconnection, I'm tired of these walls I'm tired of disaffection I seem to feel between us all I'm tired of writing lyrics I'll be the only one to sing I'm getting tired of hearing so many songs I know don't mean a thing I'm tired of the devil, I'm tired of the Pope But I'm also tired of what I hear people do when they've given up their hope I’m tired of turning down my friends, I’m tired of being stood up I’m tired of being left behind or not making someone’s cut I’m tired of the ringing phone, I’m getting tired of that noise I’m already used to being alone, but sometimes I don’t have a choice I’m tired of temptation, I’m tired of defeat I’m tired of having to hold my ground against the new guy on my street I’m tired of being insane, I’m tired of being me I’m tired of being so contained, yet I’m tired of being free! I get tired of seeing things so bad, I’m getting tired of things like this I'm tired of feeling oh so mad, but maybe I just need a kiss… I get tired of my balding head, I get tired of an empty cup I get tired of going to bed, yet I get tired of getting up I get tired of the loss of life, I’m getting tired of the tube I’m getting tired of the secret handshake to a club that wants to call me “dude” I’m tired of having to work out, yet I’m tired of the shape I’m in I’m tired of seeing so many things stop that I don’t know how I’ll begin I’m tired of shelling out my cash, a year before its earned I’m tired of speaking out my mind, to be told I’m out of turn I’m tired of the end of the world, I’m tired of Armageddon You know it’s happened everyday this week, how many times? I keep forgettin’ I’m tired of the sales pitch, I’m tired of endless hype I’m tired of winning a million bucks, ‘cause you know I’ll never see a dime I’m tired of girls who are glad to see me when their boyfriends left them cold You know I’ve been there one too many times and damn it’s getting old! I’m tired of God’s army, I’m tired of His war I gave his boys all my money—they’re still knocking at my door! I’ve got a plan to fix all this, if only for a minute I’d like to see the table turn, and I’d like to be the one to spin it
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Pimps 03:34
"I didn't know that he was a pimp!"
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Maybe we should see other people… I still love you; I’m just not in love with you Its not the same as when we started All you ever want to do is have sex You never hold me anymore You don’t tell me you love me I never get to see my friends And you always get to see your friends We never do anything together All you ever want to do is have sex I really like you I really want to be with you I just can’t stand being around you But we can still be friends… Oh, it’ll be okay, you’ll find someone new There’s other fish in the sea Maybe you’ll meet somebody in a bar, or in the internet Or in the paper or something There’s always somebody who’d be happy to be with a person like you… Well, you know… I could never, I could never make you happy You’d never be happy with me But we can still be friends…
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Threads 05:11
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Joytown ll 02:39
Yeah, we’re living here in Joytown It’s the city of the sun Everyone loves everyone, Loves every single one Perpetual fame is granted To the geniuses of song And Kevin never has to write Another Sheryl Croaking song… Yeah, we’re living here in Joytown Where everyone is fair Honesty and integrity and Goodwill fill the air Yeah, we’re living here in Joytown Where I hear its all the rage It s the shining of the true It’s the turning of the page
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Crazy Boy 05:24
Somebody do something! Somebody do something! Somebody spring forth to save the day This man is in need, he needs your help! Save me from myself! Crazy boy! Crazy Boy I’m toxic to my mind Why do you stick your hand in the fire every time? I’m foolish till I’m blind! Doesn’t it hurt enough the first time? I’ve yet to spin out of control You’re on a crash course with yourself, son! This, I keep at bay… Crazy boy! Crazy boy! I’m searching for some kind Crazy boy! To help me to unwind Before I spin out of control Before I go that way Somebody do something! Somebody spring forth and save the day! Save me from myself, save me from myself Before I go that way… Crazy boy! Why do you stick your hand in the fire every time? Bang your head against the wall! Don’t you lose enough? I’m toxic to my mind Don’t you die a little more every time? I’m foolish till I’m blind, I’ve yet to spin out of control; this I keep at bay Crazy boy! Searching for some kind Crazy boy! To help me to unwind…before I go that way Oh, Crazy boy…
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I feel I must be moving on Must escape my father’s past I must find a future and I must find it fast I’ll pretend to live and I’ll pretend to laugh I’ll pretend I lead a happy life And I’ll pretend it’s gonna last In the suburban silhouette I’m a great man In the suburban silhouette I’m my own man One day I’ll start a family And we’ll also have a dog We’ll have parties with the neighbors And we’ll pretend to get along The kids will go to good schools They’ll be free from drugs and crime We’ll also have a big screen TV To help them pass the time I’m naked under all my clothes And I’m over all that I’ve been through I’ve left behind my problems past My future’s coming into view In the suburban silhouette I’m my own man In the suburban silhouette I’m a great man I see we’ve got new neighbors And judging from their skin I’m often left to wonder How the hell’d they get in? They’re corrupting all the order They’re breaking all the laws They have too many babies And they’re driving noisy cars What happened to my Camelot? What happened to my plans? It’s up in smog and parking lots And a million taco stands An endless row of burger joints On the freeways and the streets I wonder what my father’d think Or would he faint in disbelief? And now I move the family on Must escape our children’s past We’re gonna find our future And we’re gonna find it fast Ane we’ll pretend to live And we’ll pretend to laugh And we’ll pretend we lead happy lives And we’ll pretend it’s gonna last
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about

In 1995, after having played drums in other people's bands, I decided I wanted more from my involvement in music. I wanted to be more expressive than I could be on drums, and freer to chase my muse and turn it into something more real than if I tried to join a band on another instrument. I began to formulate a plan--to record myself using any instrument that suited me, and develop my own sound, with some outside help at times to influence things beyond what I could do. I wanted to do this so I could return to a band situation eventually with some experience and ability to realize ideas better than humming a few bars...

The self-production continued from the summer of '95. Receiving was begun in earnest in the summer of '99, and the music was finished a year later. The art was another hurdle to overcome, and with that, the CD was finished yet another year later in October 2001.

Receiving started out as a collection of miscellaneous DATs and CDs and half recorded stuff that to me felt to be spontaneous. It spanned a few months or years. I was working on my silly project (a re-recording of my older, goofier stuff for a CD called ReCyclED) and along the way, a few jams and experimental recordings took place, that clearly didn't suit that project. By the summer of '99, I was recording things that were a bit more cohesive and that led to this CD. It seemed like it was time to gather things together, so I took stock of the recordings on hand.
Then something happened. I got a huge creative streak. I also got a new guitar and amp that summer, and Todd Larowe was making himself useful around the studio that year. It all began to make sense. I had a new project developing! Mike Keneally is the one to credit for it being named Receiving. I had told him about the creative streak and he wished me good luck and "keep on receiving"... It resonated with me. I never really had any other name for this project. With that theme to unify things, I continued to answer the call, spending ungodly hours in my studio recording things like mad. Mike Bedard also made things surge ahead, by playing drums in little bass/drums improv sessions-- a lot of which is his playing on the finished CD.

In the end, after many a sordid tale and overnight recording session, Receiving is really what I set out to do in 1995. It is the response to a call for me. It’s the fulfillment of a goal. It’s all that.

credits

released October 31, 2001

Ed- Basses, vocals. drums, electric and acoustic guitars, Roland JP-8000, Nord synth, Alesis QS 7, Wurlitzer electric piano, Jerry Jones electric sitar, ebow, percussion, atmosphere

Todd Larowe- Electric guitars, JJ Sitar, percussion

Mike Bedard- Drums

Tom Griesgraber- Chapman Stick

Marc Ziegenhagen- Minimoog, Fender Rhodes

Rebecca Vaughan & Dawne Forderer- Vocals

Mitch Grant- The Phone Call

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