Roger Manning (RM2)

by Roger Manning

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the whole neighborhood's telling me i'm hooked on a junkie what do they know?! carrying bits of fishnet in the studs of my jeans kissed my lips raw this week i may be sad but i ain't lonely. quit trying to tell me i'm in love, i'm always like this two honeys one bear happens all the time, why should anyone care? but they do this time people go around worrying they ain't good enough for each other and hating you for what you might be and little confession can go a long way if the bathtub were a wishing well things might start to add up to really be appreciated is to be appreciated by the really appreciated she's such a jewel, so beautiful i always look better in her mirror don't bother trying to hide it baby they all know about us 'cause in a crowd i'm the only one that never tries to pick you up and a little confession can go a long way i am a pendulum... i've never seen as face as smooth, a smile as ancient close your eyes, part your lips passion is such a delicate thing and a little confession can go a long way i want to be your man, but i can't the whole neighborhood thinks i'm hooked on a junkie they ain't even close and a little confusion can go a long way...
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following the north star through a dirty windshield thinking about how life is like a musical me always going into song (going around quoting lyrics to everyone) i don't drink, i don't smoke, i don't do any drugs i just manipulate people and mess with their lives i like to lie out loud just to see how it sounds and she'd get so uptight ...hey cry all night and see where it gets you get away form me baby before i say something that sends you running back to your psychiatrist it ain't that you were so great, it's that we were so attached projection with a capital P you're not half as cool as i thought your were and getting out was tough like ripping a band-aid off a hairy arm or being shot to the moon without the rocket i wanna, but i can't seem to stop talking about it like stale gum you just can't spit out ...drink all night and see where it gets you. life was screaming in my ear, "why don't you just go get laid stupid?!" lauren said, "bunch of grapes, rog, all you gotta do is pick one" but it ain't that simple sing all night and see where it gets you violence is everywhere nature is everywhere garbage trucks are everywhere in the new york city night where thompson street stars get through despite city park floodlights and through all this i've seen my dark side and it's cost ways too much now there's a fly buzzing around here and i'm just waiting for it to land ...write all night and see where it gets you car-vcr dreams be gone following the north star through a dirty windshield, if you're still looking for the maid of coolmoore she's up the in the pacific northwest ...i went into the sidewalk cafe looking for trouble but she'd left already sawed-off t-shirt, tender thighs rising high through the slits of here skirt, she's got it written all over her and the only ones who stand a chance are the sad poet boys hey, you ain't perfect, i ain't perfect we have so much in common, what's your contradiction? every time is different, isn't it? i guess the whole idea is to burn as bright as you can let's talk all night and see where it gets to let's kiss all night and see where it gets to burn all night and see where it gets you.
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no riders, no strangers no naked feet. leave the dharma bum to die by the side of the road, a little fountain of truth, spitting out pearls he kept walking or he'd be there still, his bones in the sun by the side of the road it's my life, i'm stealing it back, how ever long that takes rilke said, "ten years is nothing" (that's a poet for ya). this living by the car ain't living, but learn to play in the dirt again and they 'll just leave you by the side of the road when have and have-not, got and ain't got square off a lot of people are gonna wish they'd read more instead of just staying in school, watching tv and doing what they were told and leaving all else by the side of the road. gotta lose that fear of a black planet, fear of the end of the world as we've been shown it live by the car, die by the car, gotta learn to plan on the dirt, it's only dirt who's fooling who? fool's in control the man who ain't half the man he used to be never really was and there's a certain violence in honesty, isn't there? by the side of the road...
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Traitors? 00:27
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the guy chopping down all the plants by the side of the road's trying to tell me i need a new map grain elevator cathedrals mark each distant midwest smalltown where they're "making america beautiful one lawn at a time" love it or leave it (?) if i ever love this country it'll be one person at a time i paid a visit to the circle A ranch came out "a monster in the kingdom of kitsch" where a lot of people are waving the flag but, it ain't waving back because "in the name of democracy" is the 2nd biggest lie "in the name of god" is the first biggest lie the 4th of july is a lie it used to be a party but now "the party's over" now, don't get me wrong i ain't no radical, i just got my eyes open so when are the pigs gonna loosen their grip? so when are the pigs gonna loosen their grip on the world? i guess when they realize everybody really is stuck with everybody meanwhile, there's too many people sleeping in burning beds i want know when are the pigs going to loosen their grip on the world? love it or leave it, if i ever love this world it'll be one person at a time the guy chopping down all the plants by the side of the road's trying to tell me i need a new map i come back about three hours later and say "hey, maybe a new country's more like it" but don't get me wrong, i ain't no radical, i just got my eyes open
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ride a little bus dusty dusty road where it takes you is where you go brown haired girl with time on her hands time sits in the middle of her pink watch band dusty dusty road i'm staring at her hand with time in the middle of her pink watch band time in the middle time sets in her hand time sets in the middle of her pink watch band i'm staring at her hand she's staring at her feet lonesome little face crooked little teeth time in the middle... time in the middle time on her hand time in the middle of her pink watch band craggy craggy rocks big waves in the night morning calm sea pink watch band light time in the middle time sets in her hand time sets in the middle of her pink watch band time on a table hot early night starry window breeze excited candle light time in the middle time sets in her hand time sets in the middle of her pink watch band time in the middle time on her hand time in the middle of her pink watch band ride a little bus dusty dusty road where it takes you is where you go brown haired girl with time on her hand time sets in the middle of her pink watch band time in the middle time on her hand time in the middle of her...
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Unrequited 00:14
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tonight i feel you across the time zones you said our love could never scale these walls and i say, "what walls?" paul says seeing you is just what i needed but there ain't no so such thing i've still got the pillow you gave me for my head still got the sheets you put on my bed broken knife in one hand, axe in the other who is this girl i've nailed my heart to? she's my baby whatever that means oh yeah... but baby don't worry about me just watch me go i crossed the ocean just to walk you to school to walk your streets of on-going traffic to invade your subway to sing my songs in places that you play to wake you where you lay...alone now, these nights - a million thoughts, a million books to read, a million chords to play - god, it feels like i'm trying to grab fish out of a waterfall meanwhile birds sing sunrise on pearman st. sweet old houses in rows where new shadows old and i swear it's always morning there but, oh yeah don't worry about me just watch me go you, you've gotten more of me that anybody hell, i crossed the ocean just to walk you to school just to take your abuse and now it feels like i gotta travel yeah, really go go so far that when i get back it won't be me and i never knew it could feel so sad to be free but, oh yeah don't worry about me just watch me go...
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standing "hands-a-pocket" on a real fast train cracked like safety glass smashed, but still in one piece i always wanted edge in my songs, but then you bleed when you sing and yo, that's no good ...i used to play her like a song yes i would i'd grab her heart strings, pull real hard. half the time i was wrong yes i was half the time i was compelled now i miss the girl now i got the blues i knew trouble when i seen it, but what can you do i never really wanted to break her just wanted to wake her up wake up baby, it's time to go home... i know trouble when i see it, but what can you do? and i've never been good at moving on, must of been behind the door when they handed out walking shoes and like the constitution, you don't change, you just amend yeah, but i don't know... and she don't know either she could never be the star of county down barefoot in the country, hair chestnut brown so what do i care anyways? i know trouble when i see it, but what can you do? wake up baby, it's time to go home.
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if doing something a thousand times would guarantee that it'd be done right wouldn't everything be so much easier? greed written all over his face strife all over the place they keep acting on their fear it ain't the end of the world but you can see it from here networks net a massive catch of brainwashed who might act different if they knew but then a good song comes on the Pacifica radio and longing for something to believe in people take to the street singing "no justice, no peace" i ain't from the peace movement i'm from the anti-bullshit movement history has taught me not that i was willing to listen i just couldn't help it it was a good song it was the truth only louder and i took to the street to speak with my feet and people noticed and were astonished no one had told them of any opposition to what they'd been led to believe in. And most of them didn't really want to know but a few joined in because they couldn't stand the lies any more. and it was a good song it was the truth only louder and hoping for something to believe in people took the streets to make the truth even louder...
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joey wants to shed some light joey wants to shed some light a lot people in the dark (they still believe in santa claus) and george wants to keep it that way he's lying like crazy so joey lights up a flag to shed a little light (the crazy guy) the country sold its soul for a little peace of mind hired a big gun against the poor against the big red threat but when you've sold your soul there really ain't nothing left to protect do know what i mean? do you know what i'm talking about? well, if you don't then it's time you found out skinhead nazis in the park, they want to put out that fire in old glory after all, how can you sleep when your flag is burning? but if the flag has a will of it's own it'd probably set itself on fire like those war protesters if the flag had a will of it's own it'd probably throw itself onto the floor to bring attention to all the rotten things done in it's name a lot of lying, a lot of dying the american flag stays up all night crying do you know what i mean?! i turned off classic-rock-oldies car radio and listened to a hundred highways tell the tires about all the people in this country who have the guts to treat the world right they're confused, don't know what to do yeah, me too but there's a certain peace of mind in knowing that you're right when history takes a day off and they come to wreck your life remind them that your country was supposedly founded on freedom of choice do you know what i mean? do you know what i'm talking about? hey, if we cant' talk about these things we really can't talk at all
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i'd rather throw beer than drink it make art than buy it and here's the ashes of love babe, in your face! love? fuck love there's no love, only fear and obsession and life sucks ...but so what? i can't talk to you whatever i say, will be used against me i can't talk to you, you're afraid you want to hate me i can't talk to you, you rarely rarely understand i can't talk to you you've already heard all my best stories so, go ahead babe, have your fun elsewhere and shove it in my face and be so pleased that i don't control you after all you fool fuck you yes, difficult it was but, still it was worth it all to me but, apparently it wasn't worth it all to you now, that's rejection... there's a girl i'll always remember as my vietnam that's because i got my ass kicked and i should of never been there in the first place there's a girl i'll always remember for saving my life she wrapped her body around a broken heart and stopped the bleeding there's a girl i'll always remember for taking away my old coat she gave me a leather jacket she told me i was bitter she was right i'd rather throw beer than drink it make art than buy it and here's the ashes of love babe, in your face! i didn't like it but you can't like everything and life sucks but so what? and "seriousness is in the eye of the beholder" so i'm told...
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walk the pigs once around the park they're looking for a fight don't give it to 'em don't give 'em anything they want no more donuts, no more pizza pigs out of odessa get your asses off the green grass and while you're at it eat all of that horseshit fuck you have a nice day fuck you have a nice day fuck you have a nice day fuck you and while you're at quit your stupid wasteful job so we can hire back some teachers and feed old folks in the bronx and keep the pools open and keep recycling and all that shit that's being thrown away so we pay you to sit on your stupid fascist blue butt in the park rehearsing for bigger riots to come in which you'll get your asses kicked severely fuck you have a nice day fuck you have a nice day fuck you have a nice day fuck you walk the pigs once around the park they're looking for a fight don't give it to 'em don't give 'em anything they want no more donuts, no more pizza get them pigs out of odessa get your stupid fascist blue butt out of tompkins square park fuck you have a nice day fuck you have a nice day fuck you have a nice day fuck the pba
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Orignally released in 1992 on Shimmy-disc (Shimmy-067)

All songs by Roger Manning
Art Because it's Made in Soho Pubishing, ASCAP
except "Gallows Pole" (traditional) with apologies to Led Zeppelin.
This recording worked on by: Joe Folk, Richard Joseph and Kramer.
Live songs recorded at Skep, NYC, Heather McIntosh - consultant
Assembled at Noise New Jersey.

Steve Dansiger - drums
Andy Ray 1000 Houses - upright bass
Jim "Banjovi" Kelly - banjo
Paget Brewster - harmony
Joe Folk - electric guitar

Photo - Jane Huntington, Los Angeles
Layout - DAM & Joe Folk
Thanks to everyone. You know who you are (or aren't) better than I ever will. KWUR rules.
Special thanks to: John S. Hall, Jon Leshay, Kristen H.D. Johnson, Gargoyle Mechanique Lab and Skep.
Dedicated to Mom and as always to the riders of the NYC MTA.

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released September 28, 2015

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Roger Manning New York, New York

The first Roger Manning album was released by California punk recording label SST (Black Flag, Sonic Youth, Dinosaur Jr.). I toured the US and occasionally bits of Europe for over 10 years performing wordy-solo-rock accompanied by bass-heavy amplified 'acoustic' guitar. There's been a bit of re-emergence since 2007 and the album release in December 2014. ... more

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