Anglo Arts Rhythm Monster

by Tyler Burns

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1.
Prodigal Son 02:54
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
2.
Odds & Ends 02:53
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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)
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
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

credits

released November 18, 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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