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Stories to Tell

by Greg Gobel

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1.
It’s an experience behind belief He’s just trying to find tomorrow So he holds his head in the palms of his hands And thinking that he is now old Well, Jesus don’t care and Satan won’t dare To tell him what their thoughts are So he looks at the sky with a drop in his eye And hopes tomorrow isn’t too far Then he’ll go away for so long Then he’ll go away for so long Then he’ll go away for so long I hope he understands She looks all around for the dime she just dropped But it’s rolled to a spot out of sight She holds her hand low down near the ground And thinking the day’s just not gone right And when she finds it she whispers a ‘Thank God.’ And does the math in her head Oh, what a pity, she’s still ten cents short The pain she goes through for some bread And then she’ll go away for so long Then she’ll go away for so long Then she’ll go away for so long I hope she understands This is an incomplete tale of an incomplete stance About what’s not so sure This is an incomplete tale of an incomplete stance About what’s not so sure And then you’ll go away for so long And then you’ll go away for so long And then you’ll go away for so long I hope you understand you’re dead
2.
Going down Chagrin, t’get some take away As fast I can, and I see parfait Look in your eyes and I see the ice I feel your pain (ain’t got none!) and start to cry I wanna leave right now I wanna leave right now Well, what have you got That I haven’t got? You got your mind intact and I guess that is a lot But what would happen If your mind went like mine? Back in the same booth melting That soft serve so fine I wanna leave right now I wanna leave right now No time to think Slowly crawling back Clawing at your cone And you’re kicking right back I will crawl back to you You will claw back at me
3.
The Only One 01:34
Please! Stand in my way I’m not late enough Please! Stop in front of me Like bumping into you Please! Block the doorway Love not getting out Please! Have no manners at all Cuz you’re the only one Why don’t you use your map earlier? Why don’t you figure it out? Why don’t you just move aside, man? Why don’t you stand over there? Please! Push me aside I like being pushed Please! Touch my behind I like strangers’ hands Please! Stare with cold eyes I like your piercing glance Please! Cough in my face Cuz you’re the only one Why do you walk so slowly? Why do you stop on the stairs? Why do you not know where you’re going? Why do you not seem to care? AHHHHHHHH
4.
You’re my drainpipe all star Baby, you wear them so well Look down below your ankles So many stories to tell Like when you walk down the street Or take them off to read All those plane rides that you been on And all the people, yeah, well all the people that you meet You’re my drainpipe all star Baby, you wear them so well Look down below your ankles So many stories to tell And some think it’s just a fashion That’s why their toes are so white But every style goes retro, hun But you’ve had them on, and on and on and on and on again! You’re my drainpipe all star Baby, you wear them so well Look down below your ankles So many stories to tell And the ones with three stripes don’t compare Neither do the ones that say, ‘Right.’ You got the ones with the most history, babe Havlicek stole the ball in them, so that's enough, well that’s enough for me
5.
Everytime I drink there’s something there Any beverage has its icy glare Round the glass it won’t go away The damned meniscus is here to stay I drink all night long and I Keep on drinking meniscus eye Pour a cup of whatever I’ve got Thick or thin, oh yeah, tall or short There’s something at the top of that glass Mug or cup, it’s meniscus sass I drink all night long and I Keep on drinking meniscus eye In the morning I drink my coffee In the afternoon I drink my tea (in the evening I drink my beer) And I know how I’m really drinking I am drinking ‘meniscusly’
6.
‘Twas once upon a misty night No, we weren’t looking for a fight We heard them marching through the fog Setting to invade our log Burrowed in, thought we were snug Autothysis, defensive bugs Protect our kingdom: colony and queen Our necks will burst with sticky secretion Ants tried attacking through our holes In our tunnels, on they flowed But this is what they did not know We’re soldier termites, we explode! We’re soldier termites, we explode! We’re soldier termites, we explode! We’re solider termites, we explode!
7.
Answer 01:01
We were hopping and skipping and jumping and singing our song We were laughing and dancing and snogging all the day long We were snapping and humming and playing and skipping our stones We were hootin’ and hollerin’ and whoopin’ and God only knows And the promise made with our hands behind our backs Promises made of lies And the promise made with our hands upon our hearts With our little fingers crossed Together till we die Together till we die And why won’t you answer? And why won’t you answer? And why won’t you answer? And why won’t you answer? And you cry and you cry and you cry and you cry and you cry!
8.
Take out your axes to grind You’re both of the same mind Too bloody to ignore But, hey, who’s keeping score Watch that boat sink into the bottom of the ocean, That’s where they all belong Stripes in the sky, you fly so high Let your colors show You’re in the same place, and what a disgrace You’ve turned that place into I can’t believe every night when I read what you Do to your brother in doubt ‘Advantage to you? No, advantage to me!’ I tell you it’s just got to stop Watch that boat sink into the bottom of the ocean, That’s where they all belong Now the big boys step in Not that their hands have no sin Slugging it out, there’s still grief Young blood still drips on your streets Watch that boat sink into the bottom of the ocean, That’s where they all belong Cracks in the hull, like cracks in a skull Oh, they’ve been there so long Water leaks in like the red on their skin No one there to bail it out Rips in the sails as the documents fail But, there’s always a new one to sign God! It’s enough! Your Monkeyhouse! Tough! Lord! Have you given up?
9.
Get that gun out of your hand Get that gun out of your hand I told you twice, now I’ll tell you once again Get that gun out of your hand Take that piece and set it free Take that piece and set it free Burn it, break it, melt it, forsake it Take that piece and set it free Not just guns I talk about Not just guns I talk about A thousand tons of baby-part cloud Not just guns I talk about Sinking in moral decay Sinking in moral decay You had sympathy, now host the devil’s say Sinking in moral decay We can’t touch your hypocrisy We can’t touch you hypocrisy Smirk in dirt, you think you’re clean We can’t touch your hypocrisy You won’t listen to me No, you won’t listen to me For our lives, you are the thief You won’t listen to me Get that gun out of your hand Now, get that gun out of your hand I’ve told you five times now I tell you one more time Get that gun out of your hand
10.
Don't Know 02:07
Loud mouths on the radio Hacking up their phlegm Never look at themselves Always blaming them The others, they don’t know The others, they don’t know The others, they don’t know The others, they don’t know And they point their fingers And make all of their charges Their ears hear but don’t listen As they trash their targets The others, they don’t know The others, they don’t know The others, they don’t know The others, they don’t know They don’t know the divisions they cause They don’t know their own flaws They don’t know how to step back and see They don’t know how to live and let be No, no, no, no, no, they don’t know No, no, no, no, no, they don’t know No, no, no, no, no, they don’t know

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Stories to Tell is a throwback, attitude-injected, old school punk record. Turn it up, enjoy and break stuff.

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released February 16, 2018

Written (words and music), performed, recorded, mixed, mastered and produced by Greg Gobel.
Co-produced by David Sergeant.
Sonic Reducers: Joe Wellwood, Ken Ramsey.
Created at Three Fish Studios in Madrid, Spain, 2017-2018.
Cover photo: thanks to Ilyse Opas.
Three Fish Music.
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Contact: threefishmusic@gmail.com

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Greg Gobel Prague, Czechia

🎵 Reclusive, maverick musician.
📍 Prague via Ohio + Madrid
🏷️ Three Fish Music
🎸 Bands: Marcus Doo + the Secret Family; Tripulante y Crucero
🤝 Collaborations: Territoire; Nine Stories

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