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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 current album release in December 2014. ... more

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Track Name: The Busybody Blues
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...
Track Name: The #19 Blues
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.
Track Name: 4 The Hitchhiker Blues #2 (Pearly Blues #2)
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...
Track Name: The Radical Blues
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 of 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
Track Name: The Perisa Blues
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...
Track Name: The Waterloo Blues
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...
Track Name: The Subway Blues #2
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.
Track Name: The Pacifica Blues
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...
Track Name: The Dallas Blues
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 through 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 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
Track Name: The Serious Blues (#18 Blues)
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...
Track Name: Tompkins Square Blues #99
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 fat
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 fat 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