Featuring
Performances by MRVSS:
Brian Bequette - Electric Guitar, Slide, Feedback, Bass and Piano
Doug Lancio - Bass, Electric Guitar, Pog, Resonator, Mandolin,
Slide, Piano and Feedback
Steve Latanation - Drums, Percussion and Backing Vocals
Matthew Ryan - Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Pog, Piano, Synth
and Vocals
With Special Guests:
Thad Cockrell sang on It Could've Been Worse
Kris Donegan played Electric Guitar on They Were Wrong
Eamon McLoughlin played violin and sang on Dulce Et Decorum Est.
He also created and performed string arrangements on It Could've
Been Worse, They Were Wrong, I Only Want To Be The Man You Want
and Closing In.
Molly Thomas played the violin on Jane I Still Feel The Same.
Kate York sang on Dulce Et Decorum Est and Closing In.
Credits
All Songs Written By Matthew Ryan
Recorded By Doug Lancio
Produced By Doug Lancio and MRVSS
Mixed By Doug Lancio
Mastered By Jim Demain at Yes Master
Art Direction By Bob Delevante
Legal Services - Trip Aldredge at Aldredge Law
Booking and Touring - Laurel at Silverleaf Booking
Film And Television - Lynn at Secret Road
Publicity - Monica at Think Press
The songs on this record
are presented as they were recorded for the most part. Overdubs
were minimal and even still many overdubs were left in the computer.
We rehearsed in my garage on Idaho Avenue for weeks during the
summer of 2006. There was no air conditioning and more mosquitoes
than musicians. We played these songs until they felt automatic.
We reached that point where it no longer felt like work, where
the spirit of something takes over and it feels strong with very
little influence of the mind; just all heart. Our goal was to
make a pure Rock N Roll record. I believe we achieved that. Now
we hope this music brings that cinema of the fighter's spirit
to your heart, head, kitchen, car, home and life. This record
was mixed to be played loudly.
Gratitude
To all our family and friends: We love you. To activists: You
inspire us. To our heroes: You motivate us. To the people that
work on our behalf to help get our music heard: We're grateful.
And to The Listeners: Thank You for having us.
Steve Latanation uses DW drums and Paiste Cymbals.
Words And Music
Dulce Et Decorum Est - (Plastic Violin BMI)
Brian Bequette - Bass
Doug Lancio - Resonator Guitar, Mandolin and Electric Guitar
Steve Latanation - Drums
Eamon McLoughlin - Violin and Backing Vocals
Matthew Ryan - Acoustic Guitar and Vocals
Kate York - Backing Vocals
I'm riding on a train
Well you know
Cute girl in an English hat
Why'd it have to rain like that?
And in pulling off her scarf
I Iet go
It floated like a wounded bird
Her mouth the shape of Spanish words
Well you know
I think
I can
Vanish with the evening rust
Join the ghost that haunted us
Well you know
I think
I am
Heroic in a failing way
For some of us it goes that way
And in another place
While I slept
Nothing gave and nothing changed
Every day was more the same
Yeah once upon that hill
We came to
We stretched and leaned and threw some chairs
The moonlight in your dark black hair
Well you know
I think
I can
Vanish with the evening rust
Join the ghost that haunted us
Well you know
I think
I am
Heroic in a failing way
For some of us it goes that way
Dulce et decorum est, my dear
It's sweet, it's right
There's nothing for you here.....Here!
When someone lets you down
You free fall
To that bigger hand around your wrist
You'll swear you never wanted this
Well you know
I think
I can
Vanish with the evening rust
Join the ghost that haunted us
Well you know
I think
I am
Heroic in a failing way
For some of us it goes that way
Dulce et decorum est, my dear
It's sweet, it's right
There's nothing for you here.....Here!
Now I'm pouring something cold
Down my throat
And I'm thinking about you and me
Once we had a drink or two or three
But those cold and autumn stars
Refused
We were swimming in that frozen lake
Our eyes the sound that sirens make
American Dirt - (Plastic Violin BMI)
Brian Bequette - Bass
Doug Lancio - Electric Guitar, Synth and Feedback
Steve Latanation - Drums, Percussion and Backing Vocals
Matthew Ryan - Electric Guitar, Vocals, Synth Pad and American
Gothic Backing Vocals
Honey, I swear it's not my fault
They shut us down, the big door was locked
The bigger the dream
The bigger the trap
The bigger the black in disappointment
I crossed my fingers
'til they were broke
I threw a brick the arc formed so slow
And on TV
Outside the mall
In my defense
I've been spittin'
out American Dirt
All that money can buy
All that money can buy
Spittin' out American Dirt
All that money can buy
All that money can buy
I wish I'd done something
with my life
Something safe, it's so useless
I move through days like I were a knife
My eyes were blue, now they're bruises
A silver cross on tan wet skin
I'm thirsty thinking I should climb in
Heather please
Heaven knows, I'm by a thread
I've been spittin'
out American Dirt
All that money can buy
All that money can buy
Spittin' out American Dirt
All that money can buy
All that money can buy
You're on your side
facing the wall
Our room disappears between the streetlights
Come the pride
Come the fall
We volunteer
We've been spittin' out American Dirt
All that money can buy
All that money can buy
Spittin' out American Dirt
All that money can buy
All that money can buy
Spittin' out American Dirt
All that money can buy
All that money can buy
Spittin' out American Dirt
Spittin' out American Dirt
No More
Spittin' out American Dirt
No More
Spittin' out American Dirt
No More
No More
No More
No More
Mother!
Meet Me By The River - (Plastic Violin BMI)
Brian Bequette - Bass Guitar, Electric Guitar and Slide
Steve Latanation - Drums
Matthew Ryan - Acoustic Guitar and Vocals
Just go to sleep
Talk is cheap
The price is steep
For the secrets we don't keep
Anchors away
I promised I'd stay
Against my every instinct
I'm the black 'til the day sinks
I won't go down
To that dirty part of town
I just wanna stay clean
You don't know what I need
You don't wanna know
Double six
Double six, double six
The jig is up
The fight was fixed
I'm on my way, I'm in the sticks
I won't go down
To that dirty part of town
I just wanna stay clean
You don't know what I need
You don't wanna know
Trust me,
You can't trust
You don't wanna trust me
Cause you can't trust me
No, no
Meet me by the river
I'm sorry, Mary Jane
I thought things could be different
What else can I say?
But I recall
Watching you
Walk
Down the aisle
And I recall
The way the flower girls
Made
Your mother smile
We used to smile
It Could've Been Worse - (Plastic Violin BMI)
Brian Bequette - Piano
Doug Lancio - Bass, Crickets and Electric Guitar
Steve Latanation - Drums
Eamon McLoughlin - Strings
Matthew Ryan - Acoustic Guitar, Synth Pad and Vocals
Thad Cockrell - Backing Vocals
Where you come from
You learn to disappear
To cover up your fear
With punk rock and stuff
When you were a kid
You listened to the clash
You learned to never ask
Where your Daddy was
Once more around the old main drag
They never said it but they thought you were a fag
Some people push 'til a kid goes boom
Late at night it got dark in your room
Ah your love in a car
You promised her every thing
Not knowing what every thing
Really was
She's the first girl you kissed
She's the first girl you miss
When you're feeling like this
Broke and in the dark
Her blonde hair was a setting sun
Her mascara was born to run
You got scared when she started to show
One more thing you'd have to let go
....It could've been worse
So you stood on that bridge
Over looking old crappy town
Snow was falling slowly all around
You smoked a quick cigarette
But I'll never believe
That you jumped and just ended there
The note you left read "look everywhere,"
"You'll never bury me"
A stereo and a pile of cassettes
That dirty mirror where you used to get dressed
There you stood getting tight with your scars
Some broken chords on cheap guitar
...It could've been worse
Hold On Firefly - (Plastic Violin BMI)
Brian Bequette - Bass Guitar
Doug Lancio - Electric Guitar, Resonator and Slide
Steve Latanation - Drums
Matthew Ryan - Acoustic Guitar and Vocals
The girl's got problems
She's dancin' for the deaf
Living with her latest love
A vacuum like the rest
Hold on to me
Hold on to me
You're gonna feel better
You're just afraid to leave
The rotten apple of her eye
Talks junk on weekends
At a dump called The Firefly
He's laughing with his friends
Hold on to me
Hold on to me
You're gonna feel better
You're just afraid to leave
You're just afraid to leave
You're just afraid to leave!
Sugar gets bitter
She knows to watch her tongue
That bastard never hit her
In front of anyone
Hold on to me
Hold on to me
You're gonna feel better
You're just afraid to leave
You're just afraid to leave
You're just afraid to leave!
Jane, I Still Feel The Same (Plastic Violin BMI)
You wore my shirt
Beside the ocean
Your eyes were serious
The air was blue
And I've relived
That simple notion
When you're young
Does it make it any less true?
Cause, Jane, I still
feel the same
You were a good thing
You were a good thing
In a world gone wrong
All the cars on the
boulevard
I watch their tail lights disappear
And all the days that I've been sleeping through
Awake to remind me
that you're still... not... here
And you'll never be again
You were a good thing
You were a good thing
In a world gone wrong
It's been 4 years
It feels like a hundred
Another world
Or lifetime ago
I'm living on Jupiter
I couldn't feel stupider
But I know,
What I know
Jane, I still feel
the same
You were a good thing
You were a good thing
In a world gone wrong
Killing The Ghost - (Plastic Violin BMI)
Brian Bequette - Bass
Doug Lancio - Piano
Steve Latanation - Drums
Matthew Ryan - Acoustic Guitar, Vocals and Electric Guitars
There's a murder in the clover
One move and it was over
That monkey's one ego
On four, now here we go
I will carve you from my life
Couldn't care less, it feels alright
I'm cuttin' it close, I'm cuttin' it close
I'm cuttin' it close
I'm killing the ghost
Sleeping like a machine gun
Your bedroom was no fun
Falling down hard my head was shootin' black stars
Never knew who you were, now I know what you are
I will carve you from my life
Couldn't care less, it feels alright
I'm cuttin' it close, I'm cuttin' it close
I'm cuttin' close
We're killing the ghost
I will carve you from my life
I couldn't care less, it feels alright
I'm cuttin' close, I'm cuttin' it close
I'm cuttin' it close
We're killing the ghost
(attack ninja guitar)
I will carve you from my life
Couldn't care less, it feels alright
I'm cuttin' it close, I'm cuttin' it close
I'm cuttin' it close
We're killing the ghost
I will carve you from my life
Couldn't care less, it feels alright
I'm cuttin' it close, I'm cuttin' close
I'm cuttin' it close
They Were Wrong - (Plastic Violin BMI)
Brian Bequette - Piano
Kris Donegan - Electric Guitar and Feedback Solo
Doug Lancio - Mandolin, Electric Guitar and Bass
Steve Latanation - Drums and Backing Vocals
Eamon McLoughlin - Violin
Matthew Ryan - Acoustic Guitar and Vocals
I wish I'd known
Maybe I could've helped you
But you were already gone
To the trouble that held you
Come knee-high,
You were treated like the meantime
Well, they might've been young,
But excuses just become lies
They were wrong, they
were wrong
They were wrong, they were wrong
The day is never too long
When it's gone it's gone
They were wrong
My God, they're still wrong
We drinking warm beer
At 9th and Michigan
You were making me nervous
But I was still listen'
Well he might've been talker
But he never said too much
He was just a souvenir
From a cold done dead love
They were wrong, they
were wrong
They were wrong, they were wrong
The day is never too long
When it's gone it's gone
They were wrong
My God, they're still wrong
Here's the saddest
song you never heard
These Catholic kids get what they deserve!
We were in the front
row
At the sad last goodbye
You were so pissed off
You were trembling inside
Why would you ever live to wish,
And wait by the front door
That your daddy never answered
And your momma won't anymore?
They were wrong, they
were wrong
They were wrong, they were wrong
The day is never too long
When it's gone it's gone
They were wrong
My God, they're still wrong
They were wrong
They were wrong
They were wrong
They're still wrong
I Only Want To Be The Man You Want - (Plastic Violin BMI)
Doug Lancio - Piano
Eamon McLoughlin - Violins
Matthew Ryan - Acoustic Guitar, Synth and Vocals
The world is still small
The world is still small
The world is still small
The world is still small
I only want to be the man you want
I only want to be the man you want
It's gonna unfold
It's gonna fall wide
Like the dark does the day
Like a dream does your eyes
Still I want to be the man you want
I only want to be the man you want
Don't say it
Don't say it
Your thoughts are loud
Your worry heard
The sun, the sea, the stars
The air between to where you are
You should land my hummingbird
Swimming pool blue
The sky was swimming pool blue
You were on the steep side
I was swimming towards you
Saying "Hey, I want to be the man you want"
I only want to be the man you want
The ring that you twist
The song you hum
I only want to be the man you want
Don't say it
Don't say it
Your thoughts are loud
Your worry heard
You'll wave goodbye beside the things you think will get you by
When you should land my hummingbird
Maybe you should land my hummingbird
Drunk And Disappointed - (Plastic Violin BMI)
Brian Bequette - Bass and Electric Guitars
Steve Latanation - Drums and Backing Vocals
Matthew Ryan - Acoustic Guitar and Vocals
John's in the bathroom
Scared to death
Once he went under
He couldn't catch his breathe
On top of a trash can
Looking for an escape
He looked past the window
Up towards the milky way
How'd you get so drunk and disappointed?
Ain't nothin' here to pull you through
How'd you get so drunk and disappointed?
The worst you'd fear is coming true
It's comin' true
He parked his Lincoln
Underneath the trees
About a quater to 9
He walked inside the Applebee's
And nothing was moving
Not even the sky
Johnny wanted a lot of things
But Johnny didn't wanna die!
How'd you get so drunk and disappointed?
Ain't nothin' here to pull you through
How'd you get so drunk and disappointed?
The worst you fear is coming true
It's coming true
And on the programmed
Speakers above
Cher was singing
"Do you believe in life after love?"
So he slid from the window
Out onto the stars
And for a moment he floated
Above the trashcans and cars
How'd you get so drunk and disappointed?
Ain't nothin' here to pull you through
How'd you get so drunk and disappointed?
The worst you fear is coming true
It's comin' true
Closing In - (Plastic Violin BMI)
Brian Bequette - Piano
Doug Lancio - Bass, Electric Guitars and Solo
Steve Latanation - Drums and Percussion
Eamon McLoughlin - Viola
Matthew Ryan - Acoustic Guitar, Synth Pad and Vocals
Kate York - Vocals
I know your shape by heart
I hear your voice on the phone
Lately I'm just so lost and slow in this retirement home
Listen,
We only do our best
We all make mistakes
Sometimes the weather can fall on you
And sometimes it breaks
Step by step now
Day by day
From where you been
The hits come on still
One by one
Maybe we'll never win
But we're closing in
We're closing In
We're closing in
You put your hand in mine
As the plane took off
You said, " You, don't know how lucky you are"
Now I know I was
Maybe I'll go for a walk
Maybe I'll go to hell
Maybe it's just that we're the only one's that save us from ourselves
Step by step now
Day by day
From where you been
The hits come on still
One by one
Maybe we'll never win
But we're closing in
We're closing in
We're closing in
Don't be afraid to fall through deep space
Don't be afraid to disappear without a trace
Step by step now
Day by day
Here we go again
The hits come on still
One by one
Maybe we'll never win
But we're closing in
We're closing in
We're closing in
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