AUTHOR'S NOTE
For love, an Armenian knave
Gave his tongue an impermanent wave
Though he hoped and he prayed
With technology's aid
To make noise from even the grave
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A SONG ABOUT LOVE
See lyrics below to A SONG ABOUT LOVE.  Click on this link to listen online or download mp3
Young Passion and Old Love were playing for keeps
When the fiery red princess pulled an ace from her sleeve
But the old silver woman with holes in her teeth
Laid a trump on the ace, to the crowd's disbelief

Angel with wings
Devil despised
Love, I have questions
In back of these eyes
But only a prophet can tell you the truth
And only a prophet can tell you a lie

I have burned at the mercy of love at first sight
Like a tenderfoot dreamer with green in his eyes
Like some bargain hunter - weary hunter - after a prize
Till love's emerald visions turned jade and I cried

"Angel with wings, etc...."

Love is the handle of sweet mystery
But it's too big for my hands and too slippery
There's a knock at the window occasionally
And I'm thankful for rare golden glimpses I've seen

Angel with wings, etc.
JAY ROGERS - Acoustic piano, Synths
ROB KRIKORIAN - Acoustic guitar, Vocals
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LOVE SONG TO THE WALLFLOWER AT THE DANCE OF SANITY
See lyrics below to LOVE SONG TO THE WALLFLOWER AT THE DANCE OF SANITY.  Click on this link to listen online or download mp3
She was a wallflower
At the dance of sanity
Where the men care not for greatness
They are drunk on tragedy
I had never met a woman
Who could love as much as she
She was a wallflower
At the dance, the dance of sanity

On a billboard
Along the road to Liberty
There in purple neon wisdom
"Love" is written, thankfully
It was written on her face
I said "I love you certainly"
To the wallflower
At the dance, the dance of sanity

I said, "I am not meant to dance here"
She said, "You must learn to love
the madness in your face"
And though for us the band did not play
I asked her to dance with me anyway

There's a dagger
In the heart of misery
It was put there by a woman
Who had love enough for me
That she showed me an oasis
Where I thought just desert used to be
That beautiful wallflower
At the dance, the dance of sanity
RICK KUETHE - Acoustic piano, Synths
GLENN SCOTT LACEY - Synths
ROB KRIKORIAN - Acoustic guitar, Vocals
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NEW LEAVES
See lyrics below to NEW LEAVES.  Click on this link to listen online or download mp3
Beautiful promises mourned by sad wisdom
The owls weep as the heroes fall
Cursing the winter, the river, sweet mystery,
history and the circle's call

I've seen the ruins where once stood
the masterpiece
The hourglass has no alibi
I can't deny it
Sometimes I feel like the robin's duped and
the vulture's wise

It's a strange story
There's sweat on my rent check
And tears on my timepiece
And blood on my walls
Till the friends in my parlor
Put kisses on my face
And spring melts my tombstone
And new leaves spread their wings

Nowhere but over some cellophane rainbow
Do roses bloom in pots of gold
I've heard the perfect world's just over yonder
But I'm growing doubtful and I'm growing old

Truth is a cannibal, truth is a savior
Love is real, love's pretend
The heart is a deadbeat, the heart is a drummer
Tomorrow's a wishing well, tomorrow's the end

It's a strange story
There's sweat on my rent check
And tears on my timepiece
And blood on my walls
Till the friends in my parlor
Put kisses on my face
And spring melts my tombstone
And new leaves spread their wings
TED CASHER - Soprano saxaphone
RICK KUETHE - Synths
GLENN SCOTT LACEY - Synths
ROB KRIKORIAN - Acoustic guitar, Vocals
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SEND IN $9.95
See lyrics below to SEND IN $9.95.  Click on this link to listen online or download mp3
Good evening, cable viewers
It's the Reverend Rejoice
Come to save you evildoers from
the sin of your choice
Now you too can beat Satan
Here's the book you' been waiting for
Just send in $9.95

Just send in $9.95
God loves you, my friends
And your holy simoleons
True understanding
For shipping plus handling
And just $9.95

There are some things in this world
Money can't buy, my friends
Except here on cable
Where with your donation
You can purchase salvation
And this fine book's the perfect thing
for your coffee table

$9.95's all you pay
Get a special gift now
If you act right away
Miss Anita Believer
Singing "Gospel Fever"
|You turn me on |
|Matthew, Mark, Luke and John|
Send in $9.95

All you sinners
With unwanted hair loss or cellulite
And a third grade education
Just buy our book and the Savior
Forgives your behavior
Grows hair, smooths those thighs
Send your cash to our station

$9.95 if you please
If your mind is confused and
your heart is uneasy
Get down on your knees
Pray to Mastercard and VISA
And send in $9.95
We'll keep marketing Jesus
Till the feds come and seize us
Send in $9.95
RICK KUETHE - Acoustic piano, Synths
PATTY LARKIN - Vocal harmony
A. BELIEVER - Gospel vocal
ROB KRIKORIAN - Acoustic guitar, Vocal
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ALL OF THE PLEASURE AND NONE OF THE PAIN
See lyrics below to ALL OF THE PLEASURE AND NONE OF THE PAIN.  Click on this link to listen online or download mp3
I pointed the finger at Truth and complained
"Lately you have not taken me dancing"
And Truth said
"You make me feel tired and strained
Your songs I can't dance to and can't sing"

I said, "All of the pleasure
And none of the pain
I dream of it nightly
I dream of it nightly
Somewhere in my brain
Is the eye of the hurricane
But now, in these hemispheres
Turbulence reigns"

It's hard to walk tall
I'm down on my knees
My energy's low
I'm bruised
And I'm really not certain
That I want to roll up my sleeves
In this factory
If nobody dreams

All of the pleasure
And none of the pain
I dream of it nightly
I dream of it nightly
But truth is a road
Whose shoulder is cold
And I lose my foothold
On the icy terrain

My heart is in irons
For crimes of love
Send in the lions
I'm guilty
Of trying to steal
That diamond poets speak of
To have it set in a circle
of seasons

All of the pleasure
And none of the pain
I dream of it nightly
I dream of it nightly
A measure of love
In this chorus of blame
To soothe the confused thoughts
That I entertain

All of the pleasure
And none of the pain
I can't handle truth
It's too easily stained
And I can't ask for love
My voice is untrained
But tomorrow
I'll try it again
JAY ROGERS - Synths
ROB KRIKORIAN - Acoustic guitar, Vocals
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THE LOVE IS LIKE A DINOSAUR HEMI-DEMI-SEMI BLUES
(Dinosaur HDS Blues)
See lyrics below to DINOSAUR HEMI-DEMI-SEMI BLUES.  Click on this link to listen online or download mp3
I don't know how or where or why
I just know once you're there
Helps your soul to get by

Love is like a dinosaur
It is one tyrannosaurus rex
Just add a little music
And add a little you know what
And you' got trouble, trouble
Love's like one of those ancient creatures
Now they're all extinct
But somehow love remains
I can't figure it out
'Cause love is just as big in the body
And just as small in the brains

But sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
But sometimes

Love can be a palace, my friend
A marble-pillared, airy paradise
With wall-to-wall attention
It's the satin pillow of the mind
Just rest your weary bones
And all around that peaceful castle
Troubles find the moat
Enjoy it while love remains
No need to figure it out
When you find a key in your pocket
Don't ask the jailer to explain

I don't know how or where or why
I just know once you're there
Helps your soul to get by

So you take your chances, my friend
You may be dancing or demoralized
Red hot boogie-woogie baby
Or else you're crawling in the cold
One or the other
And that's what makes this merry-go-round
Go round
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Another butterfly hits the lovelight
Or another moth hits the flame
JON DAMIAN - Acoustic guitars
RALPH ROSEN - Harmonica
RICK KUETHE - Synths
ROB KRIKORIAN - Vocal
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QUICKSAND IN THE HOURGLASS
See lyrics below to QUICKSAND IN THE HOURGLASS.  Click on this link to listen online or download mp3
Love lifts the shade on the window
Sure as I'm standing here
Wrestling time
I give you my heart
This only treasure of mine
There's no use in saving it for my decline

There's quicksand in the hourglass
The clock's face is cruel
The steeple bell's restless to chime
But if you love me
If you love me
I do not mind

Fear is a cup
I have drunk from so much
That I could not stand up to find freedom
It murdered my youth in cold blood
And the truth is
I've learned but I'm still far from Eden
There's quicksand in the hourglass
Fate makes a deal
And time signs its name on the bottom line
But if you love me
If you love me
I do not mind

Hate is a missile
Poised in the dark
The hawk spies on the sparrow
A death rocket's whistle
Is ready to drown out the lark
And the world counts its arrows

There's quicksand in the hourglass
Time is too eager
To march and hurry and push and climb
But if you love me
It would give me
Some peace of mind

I'll love you silver
And I'll love you true
When no sweet birds blush on your branches
The second hand points
To a place out of view
And blindly tomorrow advances

There's quicksand in the hourglass
Time steals a dream
And runs from the scene of the crime
But if you love me
If you love me
I do not mind
JAY ROGERS - Acoustic piano
GARRETT FISCHBACH - Violin
RICK KUETHE - Synths
ROB KRIKORIAN - Acoustic guitar, Vocal
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WHAT ABOUT DESSERT
See lyrics below to WHAT ABOUT DESSERT.  Click on this link to listen online or download mp3
I am not a golden angel
In my day I've been around
And if wings were made of wisdom
I would never get off the ground
In moments when I'm darkening
The black door of despair
Dessert's the name I give
To whatever can lift me out of there

What about dessert, maybe
What about dessert
When your head is hurting
And your heart has lost its shirt
One thing is for certain
When you're lying in the dirt
You' gotta tend a little to your soul
What about dessert

Is there truth in 20/20?
I have looked, I cannot see
There are walls I cannot reason with
For the blessed life of me
I've done my share of heavy breathing
At the charms of certainty
Who never seems at all inclined
To share my company

In this earthly supermarket
Of lament and melody
Dessert is one essential
Instrumental grocery
My love, please do not speak to me of doom
I am painfully aware
This world's a whirling waiting room
That needs an easy chair

So what about dessert, maybe
What about dessert
When your head is hurting
And your heart has lost its shirt
One thing is for certain
When you're dying in the dirt
You' gotta tend a little to your soul
What about dessert
Tend a little to your soul
What about dessert
GLENN SCOTT LACEY - Trumpet
JAY ROGERS - Synths
ROB KRIKORIAN - Acoustic guitars, Vocal
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STRING OF PEARLS
See lyrics below to STRING OF PEARLS.  Click on this link to listen online or download mp3
I have a friend
He's a jewel of a man
He's an old soul
He's a pillow
He's a candle

Here on my island
My friend looks to me
Like a fountain
Like a liner
Like a pearl

And I have a friend
She's taken with the stars
And mirrors
And lovers
And ring fingers

I have a friend
He's fond of the wind
He's a pinwheel
He's a mobile
He's a sailor

Here on my island
My friend looks to me
Like a fountain
Like a liner
Like a pearl

And I have a friend
She's strong and she gives
Like a city
Like a fruit tree
Like an ocean

Here on my island
My friend looks to me
Like a fountain
Like a liner
Like a pearl
RICK KUETHE - Synths
ROB KRIKORIAN - Acoustic guitars, Synths, Vocals
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HOPE AND THE ARBORWAY
See lyrics below to HOPE AND THE ARBORWAY.  Click on this link to listen online or download mp3
Hope put on her dancing shoes
And waited for the Arborway
Everyday she would do a dance
To the city of Boston
And the M-B-T-A
She would paint her nails a shade of green
And dye her hair to match
And in the underground she would dance, dance
Waiting for the Arborway

Paradise is locomotion
Heaven is a subway ride
Up to Cleveland Circle went the dearly departed
And to Boston College and to Riverside
While Hope contended with the undertow
Waiting for the Arborway to show
She'd dance till both her feet were lame
To see her honey in Jamaica Plain

She did a pirouette
She did the samba
And a war dance and a cha-cha-cha
She did half of the dance of the seven veils
(You can only push a woman so far)

Hope wore out her dancing shoes
Waiting for the Arborway
And yet she did not let it grieve her
Or rob her of her spirit
And her joie de vivre
In between her trigger finger
And the one reserved for her ring
She raised a monument to the Arborway
If you know what I mean

And she bought a shiny Kawasaki
And in the underground she wrote on the wall
"Public servants at your beck and call
Except for summer, winter, spring and fall"
JON DAMIAN - Acoustic guitar
ANDREA PELOSI - Political repercussion
tap dancing
JAY ROGERS - Synths
RICK KUETHE - Synths
DONNELL O'BRIEN - Scream
ROB KRIKORIAN - Acoustic guitar, Vocal
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AREN'T WE BORN TO DANCE? (For Stonewall and for All Lovers)
See lyrics below to AREN'T WE BORN TO DANCE.  Click on this link to listen online or download mp3
Time, I beg no mercy
And truth, I beg no autograph
Looking from this tilted window
Love is all I ask

Aren't we born to dance?

Love has wine for every taste
Many faces has the moon
Calls this lonely planet
"Come out of your room"

In a blaze of violet
Off the beaten path
Love wrote on a wall of stone
"The time has come to be heard"

Forever after
Aren't we born to dance?
On this journey of the heart
I am bent and I am bold
If the way is narrow
Love cannot use the road

Show me, love
How to walk against the crowd
For I mean to travel gentle
But I mean to travel proud

Fear takes prisoner the heart
But love refuses chains
Tall that ancient rebel stands
For all who find their way to speak its name
Aren't we born to dance?
JAY ROGERS - Acoustic piano
GLENN SCOTT LACEY - Synths
ROB KRIKORIAN - Acoustic guitars, Vocal
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A SONG ABOUT LOVE II
See lyrics below to A SONG ABOUT LOVE II.  Click on this link to listen online or download mp3
Once a dreamer, Once a dreamer
Sipping slowly on sweet time
Tasted poison in the moments
Moments precious and sublime
Time, whose passion is for silver
Gives its gifts but asks its toll
And the dreamer knew that love
And only love could ease his soul

It was love

In the temples of the dreamer
It was love, the cornerstone
It was love whose fire alone
Could consume the dark unknown
It was love, both son and daughter
to the secrets of the soul
and the sea of blood and water
It was love, love, love and only love
could ease time's stranglehold

And he turned toward the deep blue of the skies
As he grew silver, silver
For the sweet birds circle clockwise
And he looked for the direction where love lies
Rugged mystery purple mountains
Filled the green fields of his eyes

In the capital of wisdom
It was love upon the throne
With a love song's ageless rhythms
Old as time's sad metronome
It was love that saved the dreamer
In his hours of distress
Only fearless love could gentle
That monster, loneliness

It was love
JON DAMIAN - Acoustic guitar
JAY ROGERS - Synths
PATTY LARKIN - Vocal harmony
ROB KRIKORIAN - Acoustic guitar, Lead vocal, Vocal harmony
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DEDICATION
This album is dedicated to the memory of Dorothy C. Lasley of Ft. Collins, Colorado
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PRODUCED BY: Rob Krikorian and Glenn Scott Lacey
ENGINEERED BY: Glenn Scott Lacey, Bob Reardon
MIXED BY: Glenn Scott Lacey and Rob Krikorian
RECORDED AND MIXED AT: Air Sound Recording Studio, Inc., Boston
DIGITALLY MASTERED BY: Jonathan A. Wyner, Northeastern Digital Recording, Inc., Southborough, MA
COVER PHOTO AND COVER DESIGN: Joseph LaMantia
PORTRAIT PHOTO: Kerry Mackin
SPECIAL THANKS TO:
Kristen Eisenman
Gordon Gottlieb
Rick Kuethe
Donnell O'Brien
Read Weaver
COPYRIGHT: All Songs - Lyrics and Music by Rob Krikorian, Copyright 1989 and 1990
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