Roughly Enforcing Nostalgia, Front Door Doxologies the Plunderphonic Power Pop Band of Chicago

Roughly Enforcing Nostalgia Front Door Doxologies   GiGo (Garbage In, Garbage Out)
  (5:23)[3/21/95]
  For Steve Hensley.
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No Peace! No Time! No Fun! Here's an example of why I was a cynical guy: I used to stare at the sky & count the clouds, I'd just be looking for seams. But now I start the applause I wanna make up the laws that they write & the only things that'll inspire me Are the fixtures in myself. & I guess it serves me right To be born on a cold Ash Wednesday With twelve Old Men standing over me saying: "I don't like it." Garbage In, Garbage Out, You don't even have to scream or shout You don't have to be strong, You don't have to play Pong, I don't need a reason to get reformed. I'm irritated sometimes It's just like all of the times When I'm opening presents But everybody keeps talking through all mine.
I'm kind of a backwards guy I used to sleep until 5:00 PM Listening to TS Eliot records, Wearing dark clothes, In supporting roles	Reading Poe, Playing CD games Alone.
Garbage In, Garbage Out, What you see & what you hear you spout, You don't have to plant a rose Or a fertilize hose, What you watch in the movies will come out your nose. See no evil! Hear no evil! Speak no evil!	Say Something, I'm tired of being the only one Whoever says my name Out loud in this house anymore, I can't even remember What I did to get thrown out.
People always ask, "How come you never flush the toilet?" Well, I don't wanna give it up so quick. People always ask, "How come nothing ever gets to you?" I shit it right out of my system, I flush it right down with my shit.
"Is that what I did, Dave? I humiliated you? Oh my God, well, I'm sorry. You know, Dave, you got a big mouth; When you make a close This whole place stinks from your farting. Why don't you just injest it? Oh, what a big man you are! Buy a pack of gum & I'll show you how to chew it, Buy a pack of gum & help chew."
Just the coldest worst time of year With all the geezers bringing gifts to me While leaning too near Like Old Guys stuffed with straw from a manger, It left me feeling Good, That's something I wish I'd never known, 'Cause now I want it all the time. & I guess it serves me Like when people get drunk & people start getting honest That's about the time I leave.	So much attention was shown. I never stare at the sun too long On those cold-ass Wednesdays.
Overanalysis Leads to paralysis That's the only way you'll sleep.	Leave room for the good old nonsense, But you've got to stay honest with yourself;
Garbage In, Garbage Out, If you heard my mother, you'd have no doubt That what she says about me just isn't true, I'll use it to prove that I ain't no fool. Plug out, drop in sometime, Find your voice & make a vow for all time That you'll quit slouching over, Sleeping in, & feeding off lies, Don't be afraid to look that other guy in the eye. See no evil! Hear no evil! Speak no evil! See no evil! Hear no evil! Speak no evil!	Say Something, I'm tired of being the only one Who ever sits across the table At night anymore, now you're taking For granted all the things that I stole. Why don't you Say Something? I'm tired of being the only one Who ever says my name Out loud in this house anymore, I don't even remember What I did to get thrown out of your heart.
On a ways down the road There was something in the way It was another Old Guy So I asked him, 'What's up?" He said, "I've got three questions About Life you gotta know to get by." I said, "I got more than three myself." He said, "I'll let you go by this time, But you know, I'll tell you I don't like it, But I'll let you go by; I'll tell you right now I don't like it, But I've got no ready reply." & I'm feeling Good, 'Cause I passed the first test, So now I'm cleaning my room, & I'm cleaning my room & I'm eating breakfast; I could go all day like this, But "Brevity is the--."

Bizarre, baroque, hopeful, and soaring are just a few of the words one could use to describe this fast-moving, optimistic goulash to the Baby Jesus, self-help, “The Hollow Men”, and the Billy Goats Gruff. A multi-sectional, garrulously confessional, allusive, often absurd, baroque, idiosyncratically pretentious & (finally) epic piece on trying to get out of bed in the morning, a subject also discussed at length in "& Much Much More" & "Positive Pop". (In the fact, that latter tune shares this one's inclination towards David Mamet references: dig the piano bridge's reworking of a typically vituperative passage in Glengarry Glen Ross.)

Matthew Ulm - Bass Guitar / Joel Hix - Drums / Mark Nicholson - Lead & Rhythm Guitars

“Let us labor for the Master from dawn ‘till setting sun,
Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care;
Then when all of life is over and our work on earth is done,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.”
- James M Black, “When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder” 1893)

“All this was a long time ago, I remember
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.”
- TS Eliot, “Journey Of The Magi” (1927)

“Walked into the Thrif-tee
Saw the man with the hollow eyes
who didn’t give me all my change
But it didn’t bother me this time
‘cause I know I’ve only got
this moment
And it’s good
I went to the gas station
Old woman honked her horn
Waiting for me to fix her car

I don’t know where we’re going
I don’t know what we’ll do

Laying in bed tonight I was thinking
and listening to all the dogs
and the sirens and the shots
And how a careful man tries
to dodge the bullets
While a happy man takes a walk

And maybe its time to live”
- E, “P.S. You Rock My World” (1998)