Anglo Arts Rhythm Monster

by Tyler Burns

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released 18 November 2014

All songs written and arranged by Tyler Burns.

Tyler Burns - Vocals, Prophet '08, MoPho, Nord Lead 3, SR-16, LinnDrum.

Produced by Tyler Burns.
Mixed by David Pollock.

Additional backing vocals by Casey Burge, Jason Tumpane, Stuart Eagon.
Crowd noise courtesy of Emily Hatch, Brenda Burns, Evan Burns, Alec Eagon.

Recorded in Dunthorpe (Portland, OR).
Mixed at Supernatural Sound in Oregon City, OR.

Tracked on MP-2NV preamps through Lynx Hilo into ProTools 10 at 32/96.
Mixed with ProTools 11, Orion 32/10M conversion at 32/96, API Legacy console.

Mastered by Bob Ludwig at Gateway Mastering.

Compact Disc designed by Alec Eagon. Cover photo by Alec Eagon.
Booklet photos by Alec Eagon. Forest photo by Stuart Eagon.

Thanks to God, my friends, and family.

© 2014 Tyler Burns. www.Tyler-Burns.com

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Track Name: Prodigal Son
Shining star
Please let me be crucial
In the next phase of the world
Help me to be
Seen as more important
Than the other boys and the girls

Because we’re all really trying to do the same thing
Star in flicks or move into the West Wing
I see my-­‐self as the guiltiest one (ooh yeah)
(But) heaven prefers the prodigal son

Guiding light
Shake me into motion
When the sun doth rise in the east
Feed me with lust
Greed and some ambition
And watch me relish the feast

‘Cuz everyone is on a self-­‐love kick
Releasing songs recorded with an ice pick
I see myself as the guiltiest one (ooh yeah)
(But) heaven prefers the prodigal son

There’s something you should probably know ‘bout me
Well, everybody should (mmm)
I take all my vitamins with a squirt gun and they taste really good
Good, good, good, good, good, good, now (x4)

Because we’re all trying to live more than one life
Deviate and settle with the third wife
I see myself as the guiltiest one (ooh yeah)
(But) heaven prefers the prodigal son
Track Name: Odds & Ends
I broke into the plaza
To raid the jewelry store
But I regret that I couldn’t get you
The things you was lookin’ for
I tried to save my money
I worked from nine to five
I sold my soul for a dead end job
Just to try to make you mine
I said I sold my soul to try to make you mine

But I don’t care about the weather
And I don’t know about your friends
And if it seems that there is nothing we can talk about
Then let’s just start with the odds & ends

I may not be a rich boy
A noble English lord
But I got cheek and a slim physique
That your body’s aching for
I’m not some hall of famer
Backstage VIP
So I’ll improvise, tell little lies
Just to get you to notice me
I said I’ll tell you lies just to get you to notice me

But I don’t care about the weather
And I don’t know about your friends
And if it seems that there is nothing we can talk about
Then let’s just start with the odds & ends (hoo!)

Bah-­‐dah
Bah-­‐dah-­‐dah-­‐dah (x2)
(Yeah yeah, Terri’s over)

This could be a daydream
But I can’t not act defensive right now
‘Cuz I know

That I don’t care about the weather
And I don’t know about your friends
And if it seems that there is nothing we can talk about
Then let’s just start with the odds & ends (hoo!)

Bop-­‐bop-­‐doo-­‐dop, bop-­‐bop-­‐a-­‐way-­‐bop
Bop-­‐bop-­‐doo-­‐dop, bop-­‐bop-­‐a-­‐way
Bop-­‐bop-­‐doo-­‐dop, bop-­‐bop-­‐a-­‐way-­‐bop
Bop-­‐bop-­‐doo-­‐dop, bop-­‐bop-­‐a-­‐way
Bop-­‐bop-­‐doo-­‐dop, bop-­‐bop-­‐a-­‐way-­‐bop
Bop-­‐bop-­‐doo-­‐dop, bop-­‐bop-­‐a-­‐way
Bop-­‐bop-­‐doo-­‐dop, bop-­‐bop-­‐a-­‐way-­‐bop
Bop-­‐bop
Track Name: Paper Tuesday
When I told you those lies
That the letters you found
Were from some distant friend of mine
I could see it in your eyes
By the way you moved
That what we had was compromised

I told you all the time
When I was with you
We have to be patient
At falling in love
But you could tell I wasn’t true
Burning away
Paper Tuesday

It still hits me every day
But why from the start
Did you have to push me away?
As I reeled with every warning
Like how you didn’t enjoy
Saturday Night & Sunday Morning

I told you all the time
When I was with you
We have to be patient
At falling in love
But you could tell I wasn’t true
Burning away
Paper Tuesday

Your mom’s so glad
She says I’m bad
Just like your dad
(Always will I want you)

I told you all the time
When I was with you
We have to be patient
At falling in love
But you could tell I wasn’t true
Burning away
I told you all the time
When I was with you
We have to be patient
At falling in love
But you could tell I wasn’t true
Burning away
Paper Tuesday
Track Name: Make the Races
Calling every doctor
Calling every nurse
Bleed the ground with needle frame
A left-­handed curse
But, don’t help him
He’s no good
Look right through
The boy who cries wolf
The accusations
All make my head spin round

So I would like to apologize
For all the times I laughed in peoples’ faces
I wanna make the races
I would like to apologize
For all the times I rubbed you in wrong places
I wanna make the races

Statues in the courtyard
Pine and juniper
Vaulted does flesh coalesce
With frankincense and myrrh
The night bequeaths its Judas kiss
I realize that I am nothing
The constellations
All make my head spin round

So I would like to apologize
For all the times I laughed in peoples’ faces
I wanna make the races
I would like to apologize
For all the times I rubbed you in wrong places
I wanna make the races

On my own
I’m begging you to run away with me but

I would like to apologize
For all the times I laughed in peoples’ faces
I wanna make the races

I would like to apologize
For all the times I rubbed you in wrong places
I wanna make the races
I would like to apologize
For all the skulls I crushed with iron maces
I wanna make the races
I would like to apologize
For all the times I lied and hid the traces
I wanna make the races now

But I will never apologize
Track Name: Salt & Vinegar
They’re making a killing in this business, you know
Reel in every man who’s got no better place to go
Reel in every woman with nothing left to say
Reel in every woman anyway, anyway

Moments of tears
Old people tears
Salt & vinegar
Taste all the years

Yesterday, oh yesterday, my memory forbidding
Punched a stranger in the face and told him I was kidding
Saturday, last Saturday, what the hell did I do?
Heard the wife’s confession; pretended I knew

Moments of tears
Old people tears
Salt & vinegar
Taste all the years

If this is my prime
Why am I hell-­‐bent on wasting time?

‘Cuz I’m living in another world anyway
Work the night shift
Praise the theater lights
I don’t want that much, except to see some shows
I don’t care to see the mistakes underneath my nose

Moments of tears
Old people tears
Salt & vinegar
Taste all the years
Track Name: Benny's Much Older Than Me
Every night I run into a dead end
When I’m tryin’ to make her mine
I’m stuck with Adonis for a best friend
I’m just tryin’ to make her mine

Look, I know he’s such a pretty boy
But Benny’s much older than me
Yes, he’s such a pretty boy
But Benny’s much older than me

I was satisfied when we were younger
Now I’m startin’ to feel the hunger
It comes but it don’t go
Warps my little mind

I want some love
I want some love in the middle of the night
I need some love
I need some love in the middle of the night

Look, I know he’s such a pretty boy
But Benny’s much older than me (older than me, now)
Yes, he’s such a pretty boy
But Benny’s much older than me

It’s hard to say that I really believe
These are the best days of our lives
‘Cuz I’m still waitin’ for things to get better
Golden years to arrive

Look, I know he’s such a pretty boy
But Benny’s much older than me (older than me, now)
Yes, he’s such a pretty boy
But Benny’s much older than me
I know he’s such a…handsome boy
But Benny’s much colder than me
Yes, he’s such a pretty boy
But Benny’s much older than me (older than me, now)
Track Name: Imagine Mannequins
You make moves
Shifts that leave me shaking
I feel robbed
Decades from my life you’re taking
Please don’t tell me what to do
Somehow I’ll give into you
Position me with a voice like thunder
Over, sideways, up, and under

Imagine mannequins staring at you in the night (oh, I wonder)
You could boss, domineer
Play the Queen Puppeteer
They won’t mind (oh, I wonder)

On my own
Life moves in slow motion
I work hard
Giving you my blind devotion
Please don’t tell me what to say
Claim that I’ve some debt to pay
Pushing me into a panic
Building up my rage volcanic

Imagine mannequins staring at you in the night (oh, I wonder)
You could boss, domineer
Play the Queen Puppeteer
They won’t mind (oh, I wonder)
Imagine mannequins instead of me wave goodbye (oh, I wonder)
Out awash in the sea
Where you said I should be
Mannequins stay dry

Don’t ask me now
What I want and what you’ll allow
Don’t draw the line
Tellin’ me what’s yours it just ain’t mine
But even so
Don’t tell me that there’s no place to go
Knowing I will be the one to knock on those unknown doors
Track Name: Little Miss Bonaparte
I struggle to pull through
But everything’s easy for you
It isn’t very hard to see
My life Russian Roulette
When everything you want you get
But nothing’s ever guaranteed

You make plans
But don’t you know things fall apart?
Such great plans
For my Little Miss Bonaparte

Am I a minion?
A servant in your opinion?
Well this will be the last goodbye
You charge me with treason
Without any rhyme or reason
Good luck until the well runs dry

You make plans
But don’t you know things fall apart?
Such great plans
For my Little Miss Bonaparte

You’re begging me to stay
I’m not a penny saved up for a rainy day

You make plans
But don’t you know things fall apart?
Such great plans
For my Little Miss Bonaparte
Track Name: Knock on Wood
It’s been 40 days since I knocked on wood
I dunno, I just don’t see no reason
There was a pine door
In the cellar where I lived before
So make my day, please

With folded hands
I’m still trying to figure out
If I should

I find it very hard
To finish what I start
To set the time apart
Plan hours on a chart
It’s unbearable

With folded hands
I’m still trying to figure out
If I should

Knock on wood

And in the pool’s reflection
I saw my hair
Like the serpents of Medusa
I was frightened by my own despair

With folded hands
I’m desperate to figure out
If I should

Knock on wood
Knock on wood
Track Name: Frankenthaler
I could stand here for fifteen years and
Stare at this Frankenthaler with ease
I could stand here for fifteen years and
Stare at this Frankenthaler with ease
If I had the faith

Does it all seem impossible?
Sometimes it does
But is it truly impossible?
On the nights when you drink alone
You wish it was
You wish it was

Why do you lock yourself in your room?
You want to be out making friends, having fun every night
But you know that cheating the system just ain’t right, well

I could stand here for fifteen years and
Stare at this Frankenthaler with ease
I could stand here for fifteen years and
Stare at this Frankenthaler with ease
If I had the faith

Does it all seem a carousel?
A hazy blur
But is it truly a carousel?
Every morning when you hit the Scotch
You wish it were
You wish it were

Yes, every word is true
At least in their little minds
But ignore what they say
Drink what you drink
Close your eyes and two-­step to this beat
You know, I like the way you move your feet, well

I could stand here for fifteen years and
Stare at this Frankenthaler with ease
I could stand here for fifteen years and
Stare at this Frankenthaler with ease
If I had true faith