You'll Never Work In This Town Again

by Recreational Episiotomy

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about

{TCE-028}

After spending 2 and half years recording a huge backlog of tracks and finding no one willing to put any of it out, this short EP was released to test the waters of the online-only market. Unfortunately, no one was ever asked to actually PAY for it.

It was followed shortly thereafter by "The Nice Price" EP - its title possibly intended as a reminder that downloaders could pay for it if they wanted, even at a budget rate.
trashcaneagle.bandcamp.com/album/the-nice-price-ep

Compiled from sessions recorded September '04 - March '07
at Optical Pies Recorders (in its original location, Orangevale, CA)
Written performed recorded by RECREATIONAL EPISIOTOMY
All samples come from "Frat House", a porno from 1979
- look it up

credits

released March 17, 2007

RECREATIONAL EPISIOTOMY IS:

J. Sunk Ox - vocals and, oh, I don't know, say, a guiro
Me - VCR wrangling
Jassoon Kooks - other guitar stuff and also sounds
Xoc Nosaj (before he went all Cher and dropped his maiden name) - drum set playing and maybe bass too
J.C. Masterpiece - bear-hating
Julaug Sepoctnov - lead balalika
Also Me - thrash metal tambourine

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Track Name: Sour Black Futility
SOUR BLACK FUTILITY

Garlic handsaw bit, the pot fund kit.
Alabama buck chick flirtatiously dug kink.

[NOTE: these lyrics are anagrammed phrases, but I can't remember what they're supposed to mean. Little help?]
Track Name: MyHolo
MYHOLO

There aren't enough hammers and there aren't enough drills.
There aren't enough days and there aren't enough pills.
There aren't enough words and there aren't enough knives.
There aren't enough coffins and there aren't enough lives.
There aren't enough hours and there aren't enough graves.
There aren't enough drugs and there aren't enough slaves.
There aren't enough swords and there aren't enough pens.
There aren't enough doses and there aren't enough friends.
Track Name: Jay's Grave
JAY'S GRAVE

A swingin' single mother and a ton of man.
Such was the shame of the sign of the times.
Track Name: Herring Diabolis
HERRING DIABOLIS

Living on a borrowed sense of humor.
Track Name: Birdlimed
BIRDLIMED

Osteomalacia and a cherry cheese bear claw.
Sensory aphasia, face down into the dirt.
Strung up in a silver fir while they labor on the Koi pond.
Lace sachet of lavender broke open on my shirt.
Track Name: Civil War Surgeon
CIVIL WAR SURGEON

With his stove-pipe hat and his black leather bag,
he likes to make house calls.
Track Name: Mariotto Albertinelli Never Had Days Like This
MARIOTTO ALBERTINELLI NEVER HAD DAYS LIKE THIS

A crack rock the size of Haley’s Comet.
I’m deaf to your porno.
Track Name: Snowy Digested Awesome Vomit
SNOWY DIGESTED AWESOME VOMIT*

Connecticut Leather. Wading in the pool.
L'estremità profonda, intermediary school.
Leave luck to heaven. Segnali eccellente.
Factored lolling prisms. Anni fa venti.

*[also an anagram]
Track Name: Motodentalis
MOTODENTALIS

I'm weathering the storm but still opting for extraction.
I'm sure happy it's Thursday.
Track Name: Pang Eros
PANG EROS

Eros pang
Like an insufficient time to study.
Eros pang
Quickly overtaking everybody.
Eros pang
is the dictionary definition.
Eros pang
Out of print and limited edition.
Eros pang
Your turn to climb a rope with broken fingers.
Track Name: First Draft on a Gas Station Receipt
FIRST DRAFT ON A GAS STATION RECEIPT

Tear it up and throw it out the window of the moving van
while everybody else is sleeping off a Tijuana drunk.
Track Name: Party Toilet
PARTY TOILET

Window foil, it stays the spoil
It mollifies the party toilet.
Mashantucket kicked the bucket
down at John Ascuaga's Nugget
Dairy prairie seminary
grew herbaceous Bladder Cherry
Soil the jowls
Eyes like owls peek out from the paper towels
Track Name: Tracy Senary
TRACY SENARY

The portal is open to all of me.
Fraternal cutthroat jealousy.
Hiding in the cedar trees.
I left my wallet in old Modesto.
Track Name: Bring Me the Lip Gloss of Deirdre Arpelle
BRING ME THE LIP GLOSS OF DEIRDRE ARPELLE

Rankle deep into your brain like Thespis-brand machinery
I'm chomping at the bit, a finger pointing at the scenery
With Anklebiter's Greatest Hits mixed with The Best of Anklegrabber
Swamping everybody's night with substitution jibber-jabber
Rank will be securely pulled and dramatized for television
Pomp and circumstantial confirmation of a key incision
Red and white make noise so when you warn a brother in advance
Ablution only blinds you, and to quit is just choreic dance
Abet and threaten every set, become the human coffee mug
Have swoosh and stolen pound cake topped with pudding as an antidrug
A debt acquired was sired in autumn, in a house of love untrue
Pollution prayers remain unheard, for God is tired of you.
Track Name: What's a Florida Lie Detector?
WHAT'S A FLORIDA LIE DECTECTOR?

It will take weeks
of deprogramming techniques
used by seven sneaky geeks
before the dealer ever speaks
of the symbolic prix fixe
of disputable antiques
in his numerous boutiques
an expectant finger shrieks
for the dike, it never leaks
tap a keg and fill your cheeks
to the tune of Roman Greeks
for remote snow-covered peaks
painted with the blood of Sikhs
in uncluttered crimson streaks
look like stripes on flaggy freaks
with the stars up in their beaks
with the stars up ons
Track Name: Sexually Retarded Gods
SEXUALLY RETARDED GODS

Water-dependent early adopter.
All of the hands of slaves and their masters offer a plea.
They’re singing their paean.
Oat-burner thrashing out in the sea and
the clutch of sexually retarded overlords may be pleased.