Strange Confessor

by Fay Wrays

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Randy Jacob Good, quality bands are a rarity in Fresno, but these guys make me proud! Love this CD. Favorite track: when we storm the gates we sing this song.
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released May 28, 2011

Ben McEntee- Vocals, guitar, bass
Eli Reyes- Drums
Steve Loveless- Rhodes
Luke Giffen- Guitar
Eric Peters- Bass
Whitney Freeman- Backing vocals

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Track Name: when we storm the gates we sing this song
When we storm the gates we sing this song
Vicente and I we hum along
Yeah,
I want you to know that I love you
I want you to know that I love you so
With our blood and sweat
We pour on stones
That we use to bury all their bones
Track Name: comrade weather (a love song to my hometown)
Comrade Weather you’re a blitzkrieg
You come in May and you don’t leave
Comrade Weather you’re my best friend
You define the town, the city that I live in
We’re all just running around
And it’s a fine, fine thing
To get out of the heat for awhile
But you’ll be coming back again
Cause we’re all boomerangs, man
And this town is right around the bend
With Comrade Weather my friends
I can tell my friend from foe
The one with sweat on his brow
Is the one I don’t want to know
Careening down the old 99
Like you’ve done thousands of times
And you’ll be crossing back, crossing back that county line
And when you’re in the cold
And the haze has cleared
Then you’ll realize
It’s the same as here
And the heat coming off the pavement
Looks like love at first site to me.
Love at first sight to me
And the sweat stings my eyes
Like love at first sight man,
Yeah, like love at first sight.
Track Name: painting dollar bills
We’re from the outside
We’re from the outside
We’re from the outside in
We paint expedience
We paint expedience
We’re from the outside in
Dollar bills
Painting dollar bills
Painting what you will

It’s a telephone
It’s a telegraph
It’s from the outside in
From them to you now
Take their cue now
It’s all the same
So what’s the difference to you and me?
It’s a transaction now
It’s a hand shake now
Let’s all curate it now
It’s all facsimile
What’s found art anyway?
Who really has a say?
I found it
And it was oxidized for free
Track Name: paper tiger meets the straw man
Paper tiger meet the stray man
A sickle and some fire do the best you can
Your life’s work or so you say
Do it some other way
Stray man, gnash your teeth
That bitter taste lasts for weeks
The paper tiger has got you down
Straw and chaff flying all around
The one who gets away
is the one who gets his way
The one who gets away
The one who gets his way, alright now
The one who gets away
Is the one who has his say
Paper tiger look up at the sky
The last thing you’ll see before you die
The straw man has run you through
Sawdust blood pouring over you
And we don’t have a choice
Track Name: THE SOUND is a little different in my head
It’s a little different in my head
The drums are more syncopated
And the guitars are all louder
They’re bigger they can’t find their mark
But that’s the problem with translation
When you’ve got something coming out
Cause it’s all a little different
But it’s alright man, it’s ok
If it’s a little different in my head
It’s a little different in my head
But the frequency isn’t all dead
The ones and the zeros they make up their parts
They make it all work but
It doesn’t matter
It’s just a problem of translating THE SOUND
from one to another from another
to another to another to another to another
it’s alright, it’s ok
if it’s a little different in my head
Track Name: san francisco (in) general
You’re all saucer eyed
All black under mine
Just a day in the life
If you’d have died there
THE SOUND would have died to
THE SOUND would have died with you
The blood goes in
The blood goes out
Mixes it all about
The blood goes in
The blood goes out
Mixes it
Repeat tomorrow
This is how you spend your time
On the bottom of Potrero Hill
Smoking cigarettes with folks in nightgowns
And this is how you spend your time
On the landing of Laguna Honda
Selling cigarettes to wheel chaired inmates
This is the best part of my day my friend
On the bottom of Potrero Hill
On the landing of Laguna Honda
Track Name: she gave me a compass
Gave me a compass so I’d never lose way
Gave me a compass it was military grade
A foxhole’s where she found it
Landmines all surrounded
Steady as she goes
North Star always knows
My compass spins like a 45
There’s the needle, the camel passes it by
She pulled it from the mire
So I’d always know where to find her
The needle’s reading 12 o’clock
And I’m headed straight for home
Cause I know that’s where I will be to find you
Headed straight for home
Where we’ll be all alone.
Track Name: this is the kiss
This is This, this, this is the kiss
My Joan of Arc on a pyre
Above her head a tongue of fire
This, this, this is the kiss
Inhale/ Exhale
Tell a friend tell a lover
When it starts, when it’s over
This this this is the kiss
Inhale/Exhale
This is the kiss
Track Name: a harmony whose equal was never heard in hell
A harmony whose equal was never heard in hell
Can you hear the sound of a harmony whose equal was never heard in hell?
All is for the best in the world.
And it screams like a harmony.
the tiny sound of clinging to oneself
the blood in my ears
the ringing in my ears
makes for a harmony
a harmony
it’s a harmony
THE SOUND is what brings us together
like a Harmony.
It fills the cracks and creases
It gives and never ceases
It promises to never leave us
And it’s a harmony
Yeah, it’s a harmony.