Smart Casual

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released April 26, 2014

recorded at Dartington College of Arts by PAUL RUSTON in 2004

mixed by MIKHIAL GURARIE at Futura Omnimedia in 2014
mastered by JEFF ELLIOTT (a.k.a. 'FEDGE') in 2014


DAVE GOULD percussion
MAJA BUGGE cello

'The Falls' lyrics by JIM ENGLISH
'The A-Gleam Lighting Co.' lyrics adapted from Charles Bukowski
'Surrender' Cheap Trick cover

cover art with assistance from MICHELE GOWDA in 2004

PAUL RUSTON all else

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Track Name: Platonic
Platonic

Two god-like freaks of nature
Bodies clad in scales and fun fur
Couch-bound, embalmed in leather
Beneath the hair that sticks together

Well it's ironic, she said, she said
This gin's the tonic, kick back, kick back
I know you want it, so bad, so bad
But my love's platonic

Their beaks moved fast and frantic
Overwhelmed but not romantic
It's not the chastity belt that will save them
When they swallow their scales and clothespins

Well it's ironic, she said, she said
This gin's the tonic, kick back, kick back
I know you want it, so bad, so bad
But my love's platonic
Track Name: The Falls
The Falls (Jim English, July 2009)

...down by the falls
a woman i know lives
in the shade of a low
slung branch and balcony

she smoke her smoke
honestly
and then she shares
her smoke with me

it makes my eyes sting
and then she sees
and so she turns
and says to me

i see the look you gave to me
i saw the look you gave to me
see saw away
just don't judge me
so i see saw
silently

between the walls
the trees
the sea
above the sky
the sum of me
the front
the back end
i saw see
the sum of me
the sum of thee

these are the people in the falls
these are the people in the falls
Track Name: Get Over It
It doesn't change a thing
Those things you said about me
I can get over that
If you get over
Not loving me
Track Name: He's Got No Bowl
He's Got No Bowl

Beverly, she lost herself so easily
She left there standing with the smoking gun
Finally she walks away so painfully
Planning it was everything, it's all the fun

Benedictine monks and Aristoxenus
Never get to see what their words become
Ritalin and Cigarettes and Ecstasy
He likes the buildup but he doesn't cum

And I never want to be the one who takes a second look
I know the secret of your hard-on for that goal
You've got you nose inside the ledger of the things you've took
But that's no different than the monk who's got no bowl

He checks the map one time for clarity
he tears it up as he turns it on
He checks a sign once more for certainty
You'd think his wife might wonder where he's gone

Then she hears some fumbling from the rectory
But she's too tire to see what's going on
Beverly, she freezes for eternity
The wife will find the bingo money's gone

And I never want to be the one who takes a second look
I know the secret of your hard-on for that goal
You've got you nose inside the ledger of the things you've took
But that's no different than the monk who's got no bowl
Track Name: Holy Moses
I was taken by the driver's mouth
As she lets the passengers in and out
It must have been a singer's pout
Like Yoko Ono or Mother Mary

I took it back to the record shop
To find out who had owned it first
To tell them that I had their stuff
And that I'd spent it all on nothing

As I climbed on back into the bus
She gave me such a knowing look
That I gave it up there and then
Took a transfer and sat behind her

I whispered nothing to the air
Track Name: The A-Gleam Lighting Co.
The A-Gleam Lighting Co.
(adapted from Bukowski, Charles. “Making Do” Slouching Towards Nirvana. New York: Harper Collins, 2006)

Once on this ball busting job
I asked the worker next to me
How do we know
We haven’t died and gone to hell?

He didn’t reply.
He thought I was crazy to imagine
we might have died and gone to hell

The foreman walked up behind me:
“Chinaski, what are you looking around for?”

“I want to know,
where I am, where I am.”

“You’re at the A-Gleam Lighting Company”
Track Name: A Woman Like You
A Woman Like You

My, my, what just happened?
I was thinking just a fuck or two
Then you took me kicking and scratching
And I woke up in a hotel room

And now I get down on my knees
And I pray to god she’ll never
Leave me on my own
‘cause now I know just what it means
To be loved by a woman
As good as you

My weekends in the suburbs
Playing softball in an office league
My girl, she sleeps till Wednesday
Then I take the - kids to the pool
Track Name: Countries or Mafias
Countries or/are mafias(?)
There's/that's one thing I know
Track Name: I Found You
I Found You

I thought you
Would never come down
You never got be-hind me.
You never made a sound

I thought you
Would never get away
You never got high with me
You never made a sound

Your mama doesn't understand why
You never did the things I never did
And how can I just stand around and say
'I found you'?
Your daddy doesn't understand why
You never did the things I never did
But I found you

I found you
In the middle of the road
Lying on the white line
Cars all around

I picked you up
Dragged you to the curb
You told me I should give it up
Now I've learned
Track Name: Myth
Myth

Imagine it, it's hard to do
When this pin-prick is found on you
To see her makes it hard to feel
To feel it makes her hard to see

Pounding temples, pacing floor boards
sitting, sweating, so you're getting up and
upset better keep the broken cup

Short tempered, not short enough
Bare fisted, not fisticuffs
You're angry, throwing awkward fits
So angry, you better keep up the myth

You're anxious, you nervous twit
Scratching, pulling at the stitch
The fever, it's in your lower back
The crinkle, it's in your filthy slacks

Pounding temples, pacing floor boards
sitting, sweating, so you're getting up and
upset better keep the broken cup

Short tempered, not short enough
Bare fisted, not fisticuffs
You're angry, throwing awkward fits
So angry, you better keep up the myth

You're nervous, you anxious twit
Scratching, pulling at the stitch
Pounding temples, pacing floor boards

Sitting, sweating, so you're getting up and
Upset better keep the broken cup

Short tempered, not short enough
Bare fisted, not fisticuffs
You're angry, throwing awkward fits
So angry, you better keep up the myth
Track Name: At Least I Think So
At Least I Think So

My wife is upstairs sleeping
At least I think so
Unless she left while I was out

My son is upstairs sleeping
I can hear the radio
Two weeks ago I was receiving
Some other family's child's
Disembodied voice
His breathing sounds like mine
The cadence of the sigh

Mom and dad live across the town
At least I think so
Unless they moved while I was sleeping
Track Name: Skin and Bones
I'm skin and bones
Breath in, breath out