Monday, June 20, 2016

NEW: June 6, 2016: Many thanks to KALX radio and DJ Marshall Stax for airing four songs from my new album, "Berkeley, California," this evening. The four tracks are "Everybody's Gonna Be Dead Some Day," "She's Just Like September," "The Berkeley Song" and "We're All Gonna Die Some Day."

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Here are links to the songs and lyrics:


1) Everybody's Gonna Be Dead Some Day:


1) EVERYBODY'S GONNA BE DEAD SOME DAY.




2) She's Just Like September.

2)  SHE'S JUST LIKE SEPTEMBER.



3) WHATCHA

3)    WHATCHA


4) THE BERKELEY SONG.

4)  THE BERKELEY SONG



5) MAKE YOUR BODY HOME.

5)   MAKE YOUR BODY HOME.



6. SKIPPING STONES TODAY.

6)    SKIPPING STONES TODAY



7) SAVING GRACE.

7)    SAVING GRACE.



8) WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE SOME DAY.

8)    WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE SOME DAY.


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lyrics

Everybody's Gonna Be Dead Someday
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2016

Everybody's gonna be dead some day
No one's gonna make it out of this century
Everybody's gonna be dead someday
That's what the doctors and the elders say
Everybody's gonna be dead some day, some way

Jenny, she died just a year ago
And Jim passed at Alta Bates
Johnny was healthy but the cancer was stealthy
Doctors caught it way too late

[chorus]

The good news is, you ain't dead yet
And the bad news is, you ain't dead yet
There's still some time to make a glorious mess
And you can make a lot more than just your bed

[chorus]

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She's Just Like September
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2016

Laughing
September
You were on my mind
I forgot to remember
I fell from a high climb

Sometimes
With lovers
It all comes down to one
Every other woman
Seems so overdone

[chorus]
She' just like September

Hoping
To elope and
You're more than a sometime thing
Break up in December
Re-unite in spring

Midnight
We were fallin'
Like the walls of Jericho
Moonlight cast a shadow
Like a de Chirico

She's just like September

There're Christmas decorations
As early as Labor Day
But she's not here on New Year's Eve
So, I avoid the drunken fray

The best part
Of any season
Is when the season starts to turn
She's just like September
As far as I'm concerned

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Whatcha
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2016

When she died, you know she said, "I won't be long"
That was twenty years ago, so I assume something went wrong
And I don't care whatcha do or what you wanna tell
'Cause the grass ain't green enough in paradise or hell

I know that I don't
Whatcha wanna can
I know
Whatcha wanna can

[chorus]
I know it's a miracle wonder
I know it's a magical dream
I know it's the thing you can't get over
How, I know, whatcha wanna can
I know
Whatcha wanna can

Doncha know that 4:4 ain't the same in Central Time?
[whatcha wanna can]
And I can't come up with another clever line
And I don't care whatcha do or what you wanna can
And everybody knows, the truth is on the lam

I know that I don't
Whatcha wanna can
I know
Whatcha wanna can

If you can't pontificate, then be content to rhyme
I know you're hesitant to speak what's on your mind
But you'd better spit it out before the closing bell
'Cause the darkest place on Earth is inside a wishing well

I know that I don't
Whatcha wanna can
I know
whatcha wanna can

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The Berkeley Song
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2016

Last night, I met a girl named Sylvia
She said she lived on Milvia
She was heading out to Sproul
In nothing but a towel

She was goin' swimmin'
With other feminist women
So, she took me up to Shattuck
And we watched Kubrick in her attic

Back up on campus
She said she disagreed with AMPAS
That movie shoulda won an Oscar,
She said after getting gassed at Tosca

Was listening to KALX
They were playing some XTC
While I was eatin' Tex-Mex

Went up to Gilman
Had my fill and
Walked to the Greek and
Saw the Weeknd

Walkin' through the 'loin
It felt kinda sleazy
So I went and played pachisi
In Elmwood with my friend

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Make Your Body Home
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2016

They ask me where I live
I say, I make my body home
You don't need a dollar to
Make your body home

[chorus]
Home
Make your body home
Home
If you got a nickel you can make your body home
Forward everything, where ever I may roam
Roam
Make your body home
Home

Retrofit my body
'Cause I make my body home
Polish all my piping
'Cause I make my body home

[chorus]

Home is where the heart and head and pancreas reside
Home is not defined by an aluminum side

[chorus]

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Skipping Stones Today
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2016

She says she's 20 in Centigrade
She's much hotter than that, I'd say
She's not in Who's Who, or so they say
She's in the mirror every day

Day
Day

There're two sides to a door, they say
You can see 'em when they're opened away
I'm avoiding doors on the Bay
I'm just skipping stones today

Day

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Saving Grace
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2016

Save my youth
Go save my life
Answer my 911 call
If you do, I'll be all right
If you don't, I'll fall too far

Ten floors down is too far down
Understand they're at my door
I can't hold out two minutes more

Save my youth
Go save my life
Writing on the walls in blood
Grace, my name, my saving grace
I must be as smart as I can be

These recorded words may be
The last thing that I say on Earth
Twenty four is too damn young

'specially when I see me dyin'
in the mirror all alone
will someone please pick up the phone?

"Save my youth
Go save my life
This is my 911 call
They didn't get here quite in time
I'm saying this as I lay dyin'"

Save my youth
Go save my life

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We'te All Gonna Die Some Day
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2016

We're all gonna die someday, some way
We're all gonna die some day
Heyy! We're all gonna die some day


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June 2, 2016: I'm starting to roll out my new album, "Berkeley, California," consisting of eight songs I wrote between February and May of 2016. Stay tuned.

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Here's a taste of the album: "Make Your Body Home," which charted on soundclick today -- even though I hadn't circulated it! Listen here;


STREAMING FREE: PAUL IORIO'S 'MAKE YOUR BODY HOME"

Saturday, November 07, 2015

VIDEO OF PAUL IORIO PERFORMING AND TALKING ABOUT HIS SONGS.
(click this link!)



NEW! November 6, 2015


Wow! My new song "SEX PARTY" just now went to #1 on the alternative chart at soundclick.com! Amazing.

Clearly, it's time for me to try to take this track to the next level by actively promoting it. I've evidently written something that's connecting with people and I'm very glad that it is!



PAUL IORIO'S "SEX PARTY": #1 ON THE SOUNDCLICK CHARTS!



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NEW! October 13, 2015

Many thanks to KALX and great DJs Marshall Stax and Amazing Grace for airing my brand new song "Don't Pray for Me" last night!

The song is so new that I haven't yet posted an MP3, so (for now) here're the lyrics. Audio and video coming online soon!

UPDATE: Here's a free stream/download of the MP3 edition of "Don't Pray For Me":

free stream/download of "DON'T PRAY FOR ME"

I'd always wanted someone to write a song just like this -- so I did!

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My new album, "As It Were" -- which features nine new Paul Iorio songs -- was released mere days ago. (And the number of CDs out there right now can be counted on one hand!) I'm working hard to send it out to everyone, but demand is higher for this one than for my other ones.

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NEW! October 9, 2015: It's the bomb and just got done.
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Assorted lyric sheets in the studio,



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August 2, 2015: The harvest is in! (But it won't be out for some time.)

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UPATE: August 21, 2015: No, the new album is NOT out yet. And it is not finished at all. I released one preview track, "The Day Donald Trump Got Shot," a couple days ago online, but I'm not promoting it and it's not on disc yet. And it's not the focus track or "single." I'm still looking for a French Horn player in the Bay Area to overdub an intro and outro to "Don't Pray for Me," one of the best songs I've written in many years. pliorio@aol.com

Here's the MP3 edition of "The Day Donald Trump Got Shot": mp3 edition of "The Day Donald Trump Got Shot."






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April 21, 2015: The greatest college radio station on the planet -- KALX -- aired my new song "Hey, Absolutamente!" last night. Thanks to DJ Marshall Stax and KALX for airing it on the Next Big Thing!


For those who missed it, here's the video for "Hey, Absolutamente" (dedicated to the victims of the Charlie Hebdo massacre).

the HEY, ABSOLUTAMENTE video by PAUL IORIO/



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April 20, 2015: When a video goes from eight views to over 400 views overnight, it sort of gets your attention. That's what just happened to my recent song "Planet Full of Women' -- with zero promotion, too!

It's based on the cheesy sci-fi premise that only one man is left on Earth on a planet full of women after all the other men are wiped out by a virus. (Oh, the dating possibilities!) Hear it here:






AMENDMENT: No wonder it spiked in views! I just now found out that my pitch to Amy Pascal last fall -- to do a feature film based on "Planet Full of Woemn" -- was part of the Sony Pictures email trove that just got leaked by WikiLeaks! No joke. That's why I'm getting comments on YouTube from people saying, Hope it becomes a film! (Kim Jong un is the best publicist ever!!)
 the PLANET FULL OF WOMEN video by PAUL IORIO.






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Stay tuned to this website for more new music from my brand new album "Hey, Absolutamente!" \



But right now let me clear up a misconception that's floating around:





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March 6, 2015: Just up: the video for my brand new song "Little White Light": "little white light" video.Here's a link to the first single, "LITTLE WHITE LIGHT," from Paul Iorio's new album, "Hey, Absolutamente!"! Streaming free here: "LITTLE WHITE LIGHT," by Paul Iorio.


March 2, 2015: Here comes the new album by Paul Iorio, "Hey, Absolutamente!," dedicated to the victims of the Charlie Hebdo massacre, and its first single, "Little White Light." Coming online (and offline) soon!



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November 25, 2014...Many thanks to DJ Marshall Stax and KALX radio for playing two new songs from my latest album last night. If you missed the broadcast, hear the songs here. The first track is "Ebola":


paul iorio's new song "Ebola"!






And the second song is "Surfin' Dum Dum":

paul iorio's "Surfin' Dum Dum"

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Want a hard copy of my new album? Write me at pliorio@aol.com!

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NEW! November 18, 2014: My new album -- with seven brand new tracks -- is called "Ebola-la" and is now being released. (I'm rolling out the online edition song-by-song.)
Here is the lead track, my parody of Ray Davies' "Lola" called "Ebola."


paul iorio's new song "Ebola"!






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July 1, 2014: Many thanks to DJ Marshall Stax and KALX radio for airing a couple of my
new songs last night, "Love Hate Speech" and "Nadsat Song."

For those who missed the show yesterday, here's "Love Hate Speech."
(I'll try to get "Nadsat Song" up online within days.


LOVE HATE SPEECH, by Paul Iorio.



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June 24, 2014:

"Love Hate Speech" is a song I wrote and recorded a few weeks ago. It's got a great beat, nifty lyrics and is bound to be controversial.

Now on YouTube. Enjoy!


LOVE HATE SPEECH, by Paul Iorio.


P.S. -- The rest of my brand new album -- titled "Nadsat" -- will be posted here in coming days and weeks. It's like noting else I've done before!


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NEW! May 31, 2014

Here's a preview of a track from my upcoming album, which won't be released until later this year.

For the next 12 hours, I'm posting my brand new instrumental, "SLICED BEER," which I composed last month and recorded over the past few weeks. (Yeah, that's me on piano, organ, horn, flute, drums, guitar, etc.) And then it comes down! Copyright 2014.


SLICED BEER, Paul Iorio's brand new instrumental!





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APRIL 25, 2014: Here I am in my home recording studio writing

around seven new songs. Coming later this year.




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NEW! March 17, 2014: Lyrics of six new Paul Iorio songs.


L Y R I C S


TEMPORARY ETERNITY
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2014

He bought a Corvette about the same time he started dating that woman half his age
He’s off by miles -- in a game of inches
Too many drunk prayers. (Of course, they’re just as bogus as the sober ones.)
They wanna spray for mosquitoes; they should do it when the kids are in bed
And keep the cat out of the frog pond

Temporary Eternity
Temporary Eternity

Jim next door doesn't want his son praying in school; and I don't blame him
He's an Afghan vet, he's seen combat, he doesn't believe in that religious stuff
His son doesn't need medication; he just needed to drink more water,
It turns out he was getting himself dehydrated up at college

Temporary Eternity

I’m glad this is an election year; I love the sound of campaign noise
She lionizes her grandfather, but nobody’s put a flower on his grave in 50 years.
Get the ground lamb for the smoker -- It's better than the beef
Three ears of corn for a dollar and some ribeye – can’t beat it
You know, when you move to someplace new, there's always a chance you might come unmoored
Monday evening at 7:30, always my favorite time of the week.

Temporary Eternity
Temporary Eternity

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FANATICS
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2014

Well, I don’t like fanatics
Telling me what to do
Well, I don’t like fanatics
Telling me who I can get…married to

Well, they can take their fascist ideas and bring ‘em back to where they came

Well, I don’t like the Orthodox
Turnin’ back the clock
And don’t like Jihadists
Bustin’ up my chops

[spoken, You know, fundamentalists are the same where ever you go

From Pat Robertson to the Ayatollah, they’re always invading someone’s private zone

Hey, no one’s forcing anyone to draw a picture of anyone….So don’t force me not to

By the way, I hear it’s legal everywhere to burn Darwin’s books…

And if I wanna get married to another human being…

Guess what?

Well, I don’t like fanatics
Telling me who to screw
Well, I don’t like fanatics
Setting down the rules

They can take their fascist ideas
And bring ‘em back to where they came
Well, I don’t like fanatics
Telling me what to do

[spoken: Hey, this ain’t no Bob Jones University, this ain’t no Medina, this ain’t no Vatican, this is Berkeley, California.]

I don’t like fanatics
Telling me what to do

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Hot Dignity Dog
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2013

Spin the bottle with her wedding ring
Pay me in bitcoins

I know the SmartPhone’s ringing that stupid ringtone

Hot dignity dog
Hot dignity
Hot dignity

Eating a Buck Fiddy
In Century City
Vodka and a DUI

She said, “I’m not Russian”
I said, “I’m in no hurry either.”


Hot dignity dog
Hot dignity
Hot dignity

Headin’ down to Krogers for a real doorbuster
Look at that Nordstorm rack

I know the SmartPhone’s ringin’ that stupid ringtone

Hot dignity dog
Hot dignity
Hot dignity



MINIMUM RAGE
Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2014

Out in the morning
Back in the evening
Pick up the boxes
Get paid a rounding error

F-f-find yourself another slave
‘Cause I ain’t workin’ for no minimum wage

Workin’ the graveyard
Midnight and I’m bored
Big spill in aisle four
Clean it up before they go and

F-f-find themselves another slave
‘Cause I ain’t workin for no minimum wage

My boss made his first million
From a dirty killing
False accusation
Put me in the working class


F-f-find yourself another slave
‘Cause I ain’t workin’ for no minimum wage

Invite me to the party
When the party’s over
They tell me bring a broomstick
Sweep away the celebration

C-c-control freak,
Find yourself another slave
I ain’t workin’ for no minimum wage

F-f-find yourself another slave
‘Cause I ain’t workin’ for no minimum wage

No minimum wage
Minimum rage
Maximum rage
You’re fired, boss (Don’t worry, it’s a dry heat)
Minimum rage
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LONELY SNOW DAY
Music by Paul Iorio, lyrics by Paul Iorio and Ann Powers
Copyright 2014

When no one’s here
I can breath
You can’t even understand
How much I dig
Being here
When there’s no one else around

Blizzards are ways to wipe away the noise out here
When I’m snowed in, I go outside
Enjoy the solitude
Without the crowds so rude

Lonely snow day and what a view
Lonely snow day at home
Lonely snow day, no creepy dudes
I’m so glad to be alone

The snow uncomplicates my world
With its clean and simple lines
There’s such a real purity
Just like Orvieto wine

Everyone’s in their houses, away from me
All annoyance off the streets and leavin’ me alone
So I can have some fun

Lonely snow day and what a view
Lonely snow day at home
Lonely snow day, no creepy dudes
I’m so glad to be alone

I’m so glad to be alone
I’m so glad to be alone

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CONSIDERIN’
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2014

I’m all right, considerin’
Sort of self-pityin’
Considerin’ my love just left
And ain’t comin’ back again

I’m not sad, considerin’
Been dreamin’ of what had been
Considerin’ how you once were, you were so attractive then

I thought my life would’ve hit a peak by now
I thought I’d be far along

So why is it we always say,
Considerin’
Considerin’

Been drinkin’ since half past ten
And I’ll be drinkin’ till who knows when
Losin’ you’s more pleasurable than having you had been

I sort of dread the spring
Lovers having a fling
I wish the winter’d never end
Because I’m considerin’

I thought my life would’ve hit a peak by now
I thought I’d be far along

So why is it we always say,
Considerin’
Considerin’

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NEW! March 6, 2014! Just up: the video for Paul Iorio's new song
"Fanatics."





Click (below) to watch the video!

PAUL IORIO'S "FANATICS": THE VIDEO


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NEW! March 4, 2014
: Many thanks to DJ Marshall Stax for
airing two of my brand new songs on KALX Radio last night.

If you missed the KALX show, you can hear the songs -- "Temporary
Eternity" and "Fanatics" -- right here!

First, "Temporary Eternity":

"TEMPORARY ETERNITY," BY PAUL IORIO.


And here's "Fanatics":

"FANATICS," BY PAUL IORIO.


Enjoy!

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BRAND NEW SONG BY PAUL IORIO: "MINIMUM RAGE."
STREAMING FREE HERE: MINIMUM RAGE, streaming free!

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NEW! February 24, 2014: I think it's fair to say the very
early response to my new album is quite beyond that for my
previous work....I'm grateful to those who've already connected
with it...I've just started rolling out the album and will
post the online edition soon...Here's the cover art...


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February 15, 2014: I've rarely seen a recording artist
come out of a studio session without saying, "This is my best
album ever!," only to be disappointed down the road when
others don't share that view.

Well, I've just finished several rockin' sessions for my
new album "Minimum Rage" and can say with
confidence -- to quote Heisenberg -- this is the blue stuff.

Stay tuned...


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Paul Iorio's (official) music website. 

Paul is a singer-songwriter, based in Berkeley, Calif., whose songs have been aired on leading alternative radio stations over the past few years. 

He has written hundreds of songs -- and over a hundred of them have been posted to Soundclick.com:   soundclick.com/pauliorio

Paul's most popular songs to date are "Life's Just a Single Blast" (2009) click here for "Life's Just a Single Blast" and "Republican Women" (2011) click to hear "Republican Women"

NEW!   (Nov. 2013)  Just released:  Paul's
 new album "Flashers in Flashcoats" has just been released!
Hear it here:  "Flashers in Flashcoats"


NEW! (Nov. 18, 2013): I just finished creating and uploading my video for the humorous Christmas song "I Think I Accidentally Mailed My Son in the Christmas Rush,"
which I wrote and recorded earlier this year.
Here 'tis! Enjoy!

I THINK I ACCIDENTALLY MAILED MY SON IN THE CHRISTMAS RUSH.


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November 4, 2013


Many thanks to Marshall Stax for playing a couple of my

brand new songs on KALX Radio several minutes ago!


If you missed the KALX show, you can hear the two songs

here.


Here's "I Know Everyone in the World," which I wrote way back
in September 2013:
"I Know Everyone in the World."
Click here to listen: I KNOW EVERYONE IN THE WORLD.


And here's "The Sun Wasn't Discovered Till It Started
Shinin' in the Morning," which also dates back to
September 2013:
"The Sun Wasn't Discovered Till It Started Shinin' in the Morning"
Listen here:
THE SUN WASN'T DISCOVERED TILL IT STARTED SHININ' IN THE MORNING


Enjoy!


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Advance copies now being released (11/3/13)! Six brand new songs by Paul Iorio
on an album called "Flashers in Flashcoats" (and not one track composed
before April 2013!).

Request a copy at pliorio@aol.com or at facebook.com/pauliorio.

This is the official album website, including cover art,
lyrics, MP3s, info, etc. Here're the tracks: 


TRACK ONE: "I Know Everyone in the World."

Click here to listen: I KNOW EVERYONE IN THE WORLD.


TRACK TWO: "(Don't Go) Hate Crimin'"
Click here to listen: "(Don't Go) Hate Crimin'"


TRACK THREE: "I Think I Accidentally Mailed My Son in the Christmas Rush"
Click here to listen:  I Think I Accidentally Mailed My Son in the Christmas Rush.


TRACK FOUR: "Blue Light"
Click here to listen:   "BLUE LIGHT"


TRACK FIVE: "Baby, Let's Overdo It"
Click here to listen: BABY, LET'S OVERDO IT.


TRACK SIX: "The Sun Wasn't Discovered Till It Started Shinin' in the Morning"
Listen here:
THE SUN WASN'T DISCOVERED TILL IT STARTED SHININ' IN THE MORNING


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L Y R I C S



I KNOW EVERYONE IN THE WORLD
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2013

(I want to say) I know
I know everyone
I know everyone in the world

I know the maitre’d, I know the maitre don’t, I know a bugler up in Kent
I have a billion friends, and one sincere request
But, baby, I don’t know you

(I want to say) I know
I know everyone
I know everyone in the world

The munchkins, the makers of tiny little pies
Himalayan sherpas and their herds
I know veterans of Verdun, the man who invented fun
See-sawers at the Holy See

I know everyone in the world
Everyone in the world
Everyone in the world knows me

I know the bankers, the barkers, the butlers, the bards
The people of lower Lorraine
I know the dashing haberdashers, the flashers in their flashcoats
All of the rabbis in Mumbai

I know everyone
I know everyone in the world


NOTES ON "I KNOW EVERYONE IN THE WORLD":
Inspired a bit by fun. and Queen. The chorus came
to me in a dream a few months ago and I wrote it
from there. I play flute, keyboards and all other
instruments.



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HATE CRIMIN’
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2013

Hate crimin’
Don’t go hate crimin’
Hate crimin’
Don’t go hate crimin’
(Don’t, don’t, don’t)

If I commit a crime,
It’s ‘cause I need a dime
Not because I’m biasin’

If I commit a crime
You know race ain’t on my mind
Green’s the only color I see

Hate crimin’
Don’t go hate crimin’
Hate crimin’
(Don’t, don’t, don’t)

If I commit a crime
You know money’s on my mind
For religion, I ain’t got time

If I commit a crime
And believe me I ain’t lyin’
Money, money, money, money (on my mind)


NOTES ON "HATE CRIMIN'":
kind of like War meets Melle Mel and is about a guy
who says, yes, he commits crimes for money, but
never because of bias. (Not autobiographical,
of course!)


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I THINK I ACCIDENTALLY MAILED MY SON IN THE CHRISTMAS RUSH
Music and lyrics by PaulIorio
Copyright 2013


Stars on trees
Trees on cars
Twinkle twinkle little son
I wonder where you are

Where is my little one
He was playing with the bubble pack
Thought he was crawlin’ there
In the Frosty wrap

[spoken]
Oh my god, I think I sent my son Priority First Class

I think I accidentally mailed my son in the Christmas rush
Sealed him in a Flat Rate Box
And sent him in the crush
If it fits, it ships, the p.o. likes to gush
I think I accidentally mailed my son in the Christmas rush

Called up the post office
They want a tracking slip
With no return address
It may not even ship

Second attempt at delivery
Will occur some time today
“If they’re not home, your son comes back
And you don’t have to pay”

[spoken]
Then they put me on that new kind of hold
Press one for classical, press two for rock

I think I accidentally mailed my son in the Christmas rush
Sealed him in a Flat Rate Box
The ride ain’t very plush

Holiday season
Gift wrap blizzard
Boxes on the TV
Where it’s “off to see the wizard”

Then I realized
Just where I’d left my boy
There he was near the backyard fence, playin’ with his toys

[spoken]
Big apologies to the post office
Hey, I didn’t mean “you’ll get yours” as a threat
Now let’s be reasonable here!

I thought I’d accidentally mailed my son in the Christmas rush
Sealed him in a Flat Rate Box
And sent him in the crush

Figured he’d get a ride direct to Cedar Brush
I thought I’d accidentally mailed my son in the Christmas rush

Christmas rush
Christmas rush


NOTES ON "I THINK I ACCIDENTALLY MAILED MY SON IN THE CHRISTMAS RUSH":
A campy evocation – almost a parody – of country Christmas
novelty songs (with a touch of Johnny Cash). As the title
suggests, it’s about a guy who thinks his toddler, caught
up in a blizzard of wrapping paper and boxes, might have
been accidentally sent priority first class through the
U.S. mail!

And it has an interesting history. The concept came to me
five months ago in a dream in which I dreamt I’d written
such a track (about a guy mailing his son) that had become
a surprise nationwide hit. But I felt sad because my
reputation and identity had been forever defined by this
one novelty song. I woke up, sang the chorus into my
recorder and then developed it later.



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BLUE LIGHT
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2013

In a blue light, I’m really blue
In a green light, I’m green

With a blacklight, I’m neon bright
In the darkness, unseen

In a blue light, I’m really blue
In a green light, I’m green

Red is blue with an orange-ish tint
Yellow’s blue with some green

In color blindness, I’m black and white
With some jaundice, I scream

In a blue light, I’m really blue
In a green light, I’m green

There’d be no dreams without darkness
Darkness is the reason that we dream
Nothing gives you answers
Like light that dances
Oh my my

In the blue light, I’m really blue
In the green light, I’m green

Blue would not exist without black and white
See the colors only with light

You can see the fireflies in the park
That white dress looks much better in the dark

There’d be no dreams without darkness
There’d be no dreams without darkness


NOTES ON "BLUE LIGHT":
Like an acoustic Zeppelin track. It evolved from
a guitar riff that I created and started playing
compulsively one afternoon. It’s about how a
blue light makes someone blue, a green light
makes someone green, etc.



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BABY, LET’S OVERDO IT
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2013

Hey, it’s all right
Babe, let’s overdo it right now
Hey, it’s all night
Babe, let’s overdo it right now

Let’s pounce, take more than an ounce
Let’s gorge, it ain’t no scourge
Let’s live great before it gets too late

Hey, it’s all right
Babe, let’s overdo it right now
Hey, it’s all night
Babe, let’s overdo it right now

Let your cup go overflow into the lowest plain
Let your ship go climb the highest wave

Hey, it’s all right
Babe, let’s overdo it right now
Hey, it’s all night
Babe, let’s overdo it right now


NOTES ON "BABY, LET'S OVERDO IT":
A power folk-pop track (very harmonica-ed!).



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THE SUN WASN’T DISCOVERED (TILL IT STARTED SHININ’ IN THE MORNING)
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2013

Alpha Centauri was discovered by a priest
Who was looking for some action, driven to distraction
The Earth was found by the brontosaurus genus
And Nothingness discovered on Daytona Beaches

The sun wasn’t discovered till it started
Shinin’ in the mornin’
Shinin’ in the mornin’
The sun wasn’t discovered till it started
Shinin’ in the mornin’
Shinin’ in the mornin’

Neptune was found in 1846
And Pluto was discovered in celestial sticks
The moon was thought to be the eye of god
Until the age of the tripod, long before the iPod

The sun wasn’t discovered till it started
Shinin’ in the mornin’
Shinin’ in the mornin’

The sun wasn’t discovered till it started
Shinin’ in the mornin’
Shinin’ in the mornin’


NOTES ON "THE SUN WASN'T DISCOVERED TILL IT STARTED SHININ' IN THE MORNING":
A gospel-style pop song that grew out of a comment
I made in the thread of a Facebook friend. My friend
quoted a Syd Barrett lyric – “Pluto was not discovered
until 1930” -- and I replied, “Yeah, but the sun wasn’t
discovered till it started shining in the morning.”

As soon as I wrote my comment, I knew it was a song.
I instantly came up with a clap-along melody to go
with the line and then sped it up into alt-pop.



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So there's the album!



Critics and radio people who are just starting to get
copies of my "Flashers in Flashcoats" album: All
information about it (and my other 200 songs) can be
found here and at my music website (www.pauliorio.blogspot.com)
or at the government's official copyright site
(www.copyright.gov).

As you can see at copyright.gov, all of my 200 songs were
written, performed, arranged and produced by Paul Iorio.
All of them. (And, unlike the work of some other recording
artists, not one of those copyrights is in dispute
officially or unofficially! Jus' sayin'.)

Btw, if you're hearing any misinformation from someone
else that varies from this factual record, could you
please -- please -- let me know at pliorio@aol.com? (You
won't have to give me his or her name; I'll know who the
person is.)

Thanks -- and enjoy!

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JULY 10, 2013: I really like this video I just made
and hope you do, too. It’s for my ska song “I’m an Infidel,”
which I wrote in January 2013.

I shot the video yesterday in front of the Saints Peter and Paul
Church in the North Beach neighborhood of San Francisco.
(The church where Joe DiMaggio married his first wife, btw!)
Anyway, it’s a blasphemous highball and includes me crossing
myself rhythmically. Viddy here!

VIDEO FOR "I'M AN INFIDEL"!

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JUNE 24, 2013: Many thanks to Marshall Stax who just
aired a couple of my brand new songs a few minutes ago on
KALX Radio! The tracks are "Ten Buck Revolution" and
"I'm so Alive Today."


Here're the new tracks:

Paul Iorio's New Songs Streaming Free Here!

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Brand new on YouTube: a video I shot this morning (6/28) for my new song

"I'm So Alive Today," in which you can see me pouring faux wine and beer

over my head in celebration of...being alive! (I think bystanders

thought I wsa actually guzzling Rolling rock at 7 a.m. Nope, just water!)


VIDEO FOR PAUL IORIO'S "I'M SO ALIVE TODAY"!

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Update, 4/9/13.



Wow! I just found out a couple days ago that the great

DJ Eric J. Lawrence played one of my songs, “Life’s Just

a Single Blast,” on his show on KCRW

the Sunday before last. Many thanks for that!



KCRW is, truly, one of the greatest radio stations on

planet Earth and I’m so glad they aired one of my songs.



And I'm so glad people are connecting with my latest album,

"The Best of Paul Iorio."



And many thanks to all the radio people who have been playing

songs from it (or from the originally released albums), including

KCRW (which played a track last week), KALX (which played two songs

last month and has led the way in airing many in the years before

that), WFMU, Hollow Earth Radio, Cosmic American Radio, String Theory

Radio, Rockhouse Radio in Germany, and all the others! Listen to

the online edition here!


THE BEST OF PAUL IORIO.



And an extra-special thanks to Marshall Stax of KALX, who has been the

first to air my new songs over the years...



Here's the cover art for "The Best of Paul Iorio":



Request a copy at pliorio@aol.com!

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Update, 2/6/13: "I'M AN INFIDEL" has just jumped 50 points to #15 onthe alternative chart at soundclick.com!


Many thanks to Marshall Stax and KALX radio for playing a couple of

my brand new songs -- "I'm an Infidel" and "If You Hear a

Symphony" -- last night on The Next Big Thing!(Feb. 5, 2013)



Plus, this morning "I'm an Infidel" came in at #64 on the alternative

chart at soundclick.com!


Hear "I'm an Infidel" here!

"I'M A INFIDEL," BY PAUL IORIO!




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Somebody heard my new album “If You Hear a Symphony” and said

it sort of reminded her of “Pearl.” Well, I’m flattered that anyone

would consider it even close to that classic, but I have to disagree.



After all, I’m a songwriter, I’m not much of a singer. Joplin was a

singer and not much of a songwriter. Every single song I’ve ever

released (except a couple jokey ones) was written by me. In any event,

I’m not nearly in Joplin’s league at all! But thanks anyway.



By the way, the couple of "jokey" songs I'm referring

to are parodies of "The Monster Mash" and "Surfin' USA" that

I recorded and released a few years ago.



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Just listen to the first five seconds and see if you can stop

listening….Here it is, the debut of my brand new song

“If You Hear a Symphony.”


Just click here:

IF YOU HEAR A SYMPHONY.



IF YOU HEAR A SYMPHONY
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2013

If I had a dime for every song that Waxwing sang at my window
I’d buy a ticket to where you are right now

And I’d sing this song outside your window
Knowing you’d just shut the shade on me
I blew my last chance years ago

But if you hear a symphony
You’ll know it was written by me
You’re the reason for’melody

It’s about you (only)
You’re the reason (for melody)

Guess I’ll just get out of the way
Guess you don’t want me to stay

I hear you got your feet so dirty
with my tongue
Look what I’ve become
I used to have more pride than I have now

I guess I can’t try to persuade you
And trying hard will only dissuade you
If it don’t happen naturally, I’m gone

If you hear a symphony
You’ll know just what inspired me
You’ll know it’s autobiography

It’s about you (only)
You’re the reason (for melody)

If you hear a symphony
You’ll know that you got to me
You’re the reason for’melody

Guess I’ll just walk (away)
You don’t want me (to stay)


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I just nailed down the copyrights to my brand new songs -- "All

songs composed, performed, produced, arranged, originated by

Paul Iorio" -- so I'm now ready to roll out my new album,

"'If You Hear a Symphony' (and 6 others)." Very proud of this one!

Excited, too. [UPDATE: I've changed the album name to

"'I'm an Infidel (and 6 Others)."]




"If you hear a symphony/you'll know it's autobiography/you're
the reason for melody..."

-- from "If You Hear a Symphony," my brand new song, which I'll

be posting online, perhaps as early as this weekend.



[Registered copyright 2013. (The copyright has gone through, but
(as is always the case) it takes a while to show up in the listings.
It's part of the "'Aint That All' (and 18 Other Songs)'" collection.]



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Many thanks to the radio DJs and MDs -- particularly Marshall Stax

and KALX -- who aired my music in 2012! I think a half dozen songs

I wrote in '12 got some airplay. I'm writing plenty of new stuff

for 2013! Stay tuned.


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October 30, 2012



Many thanks to Marshall Stax and KALX radio for airing a couple of

my new songs -- "Smoke in the Whiskey Jar" and "Marin in the

Morning" -- last night on The Next Big Thing!



Here's the part of the KALX playlist from last night! (Go to

soundclick.com/pauliorio to hear the new tracks!)



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Hey, everyone, tune in to KALX radio this evening

at 6 p.m. (Pacific) to hear a bit of the new music I

recently wrote and recorded. I'm told that DJ Marshall Stax

is planning to air some music from my brand

new album "Smoke in the Whiskey Jar." (Thanks, Marshall!) If

you're not in the Bay Area, listen online at this link:

http://kalx.berkeley.edu/


Check out "SMOKE IN THE WHISKEY JAR" at www.soundclick.com/pauliorio.


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OK, for all you radio people and critics (and everyone else),

here're the lyrics of my new e.p. "SMOKE IN THE WHISKEY JAR."



There have been some questions asked about the lyrics of

the title track in particular, so let me clear up

any confusion. I am singing "FUNKTOWN O.D." and

"Blow me away."


Anyway, lyrics are posted here:



SMOKE IN THE WHISKEY JAR
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2012

“Hey, you’re doin’ better?”
“Better than who?”
“Hey, how’s the weather?”
“Better than you.”

“Hey, what’s your secret?”
“I’m out of my mind, too!”

And there's smoke in the whiskey jar, yeah
And there’s smoke in the whiskey jar, yeah

Funktown O.D.
You owe me
Funktown O.D.
You owe me
Funktown O.D.
You blow me away

“Who you think you are?”
“How do I have to be?”
“You won’t get too far.”
“How come you’re not further than me?”

“When’s the last straw?”
“The last straw was last week.”

And there's smoke in the whiskey jar, yeah
And there’s smoke in the whiskey jar, yeah

Funktown O.D.
You owe me
Funktown O.D.
You owe me
Funktown O.D.
You blpw me away




THE BEST THING (SINCE THE INVENTION OF WOMEN)
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2012

The best thing since the invention of women
The best thing since the invention of women
The best thing since the invention of women
Invention of women got it beat, yeah
Invention of women got it beat

I could ride from Mercury to Venus
On a slide of water from the sea

But no in-ven-tion tops you!

The best thing since the invention of women
The best thing since the invention of women
Invention of women got it beat

I could end the old romantic structures
Create a world so love will reign supreme

But no invention tops you

I was caught ‘tween Scylla and Charybdis
Fly to the sun like Daedalus of Greece

But no invention tops you

Ride the skies in a chariot pulled by angels
Connect the Internet to Centauri and in between

But no invention tops you

There she goes
Invention of women

There she goes
Invention of women

There she goes
Invention of women
Invention of women got it beat, yeah
Invention of women got it beat


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GO AWAY, CARPENTER GIRL
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2012

"If you were a carpenter and you were a lady,"
Goes the first line of that song
I don't dislike you because you are a mason
But because you're dim and dull

Go away, carpenter girl
Go away, carpenter girl
Go away, carpenter girl
Go away, carpenter girl

If you were a carpenter and had imagination
I might make you mine right now
You keep talking, how Jesus was the same thing
But you ain't much like him, no how

Go away, carpenter girl
Go away, carpenter girl

Jesus Christ was only part-time labor
It was just the family biz
If you were carpenter and you were a lady
I think I'd take a pass on it

Go away, carpenter girl
Go away, carpenter girl
Go away, carpenter girl
Go away, carpenter girl


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MARIN IN THE MORNING
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2012

Ohhh
Moonlight beige
Marin in the morning,
It comes

Moonlight beige
Raven black
Morning green
Twilight dew

Reddish sun
Rhubarb sky
Often green
Mountain stream

Ohhh
Moonlight beige
Marin in the morning,
It comes
Moonlight beige
Marin in the morning,
it comes
Marin in the morning,
it comes

See the dawn
Paint it plaid
Monochrome
Night is dead

Purple sky
Crimson stars
Banjo playin'
For one and all

Ohhh
Moonlight beige
Marin in the morning,
It comes
Moonlight beige
Marin in the morning,
It comes
Marin in the morning,
it comes
Marin in the morning,
it comes
PAUL IORIO'S NEW SONGS STREAMING FREE HERE!

Saturday, June 16, 2012

new material added June 16, 2012!



Thanks to the great Marshall Stax for playing a

couple of my new songs on KALX last Monday. He opened his

show with "So Soignée" and "(I'm) Depraved," two songs I

wrote in the early spring of 2012 and recorded a couple

weeks ago at my home studio. "So Soignée" is streaming here:


Here's the MP3 of "So Soignee":

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=1111859&songID=11646124


And here's the MP3 of "(I'm) Depraved":
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=1111859&songID=11642194


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My new album "'SO SOIGNEE' (AND 5 OTHERS)" is in

finally being released. Request a CD at pliorio@aol.com.


Here're the lyrics:


SO SOIGNEE
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2012

There went my heart, thataway (it went that away, man)
She just looks so, so soignee
So Soignee

She talks of love and sashays
She just looks so, so soignee
[Know what they say about girls with bare legs and ankle boots?]

Can we travel back in time, when we were young
We could get together have a whole lotta fun
Wasn't complicated back in ol' '01
All we'd need for pleasure was the big green sun

There went my brain, ain't no trace (no trace)
She just looks so, so soignee
So Soignee

She just looks so, so soignee
[She says quelque chose, quelque fleurs, what she's saying, man?]

Wish I'd met her back in college way back when
Wouldn't have seen through me quite as much back then
She's been taken, but don't have a cow
She's still married, she's less married right now

There went my heart, thataway
She just looks so, so soignee
So Soignee

She talks of love and sashays
She just looks so, so soignee
[I'm a bona fide infant terrible!}

In nomine Patris, et feeling alright
C'est la vie, c'est la guerre, say who
Vene, vidi, video on demand
Summa cum lawdy momma!

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I'M) DEPRAVED
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2012

Depraved
I'm depraved
Depraved

I'm so depraved
Depraved
I'm so depraved

Hummmmm
Wanton disregard
Hummmm
For human life
Hummm
When I was ten I bought my food with my knife

Hummmm
Go call me sinner
Hummmm
'Cause I ain't no saint
Hummm
Don't know who I am but I sure know who I ain't

ohhhhhhhhh
I'm depraved
Depraved

Hummmm
I'm so deficient
Hummmm
My conscience knows
Humm
My moral compass broke a long time ago

Hummmm
Don't condescend
Hummmm
When you were a teen
Hummm
You probably did stuff that was equally mean

Ohhh
So damned depraved/won't even clean up the blood

OHH
Wanton indifference to pain, PAIN, PAIN!
I'm depraved, praved, PRAVED!

Ohhh
I'm depraved
I'm depraved
Depraved

I'm so depraved
Depraved
I'm so depraved
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YOU'RE UNDER ARREST SEX
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2012

I had some wine, I confess
I'll walk the line

I'll touch my nose, touch my toes
I'll breathalyze

Looking at her uniform and long blonde hair
I stood straight up
She said, "Ya gotta a Glock down there?"

You're-under-arrest sex
You're-under-arrest sex

When she stepped out of her cruiser
She didn't look like any kind of loser

You're-under-arrest sex
You're-under-arrest sex

Hey officer, was I really doin' 69?
(I know when I'm doing 69?)

You're-under-arrest sex
You're-under-arrest sex

I dropped my pants/she dropped the charges
Of all the crimes, this wasn't the largest
You're-under-arrest sex
You're-under-arrest sex

Hey officer, you want a sample of my blood?
Some of my DNA?

You're-under-arrest sex
You're-under-arrest sex

Instead of giving me a breathalyzer
She gave me another Budweiser

You're-under-arrest sex
You're-under-arrest sex

Want me to touch anything else?

You're-under-arrest sex
You're-under-arrest sex

You want me to bend and cough?

You're-under-arrest sex
You're-under-arrest sex

Hey officer, is there any way we can make that ticket disappear?

You're-under-arrest sex
You're-under-arrest sex

You're-under-arrest sex
You're-under-arrest sex



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Death Decides
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2012

If you can see the fallen tree, Susannah
You would see death decides it all

The forgotten fir, the hummingbird's whir
Death decides everything

No doctor can dissuade it
No billionaire evades it

Where on Earth will you and we be
When the sun comes up and over the sea?
When the sun comes up and over the sea?

Where on Earth will you and we be
When the sun comes up and over the sea?
When the sun comes up and over the sea?

Then I saw a field of fertile flowers
Rising as tall as big ol' Redwood tree
Flowers that bloom as big as room
And brighter than the sun
If that were true
Death would end that, too

Where on Earth will you and we be
When the sun comes up and over the sea?
When the sun comes up and over the sea?

Where on Earth will you and we be
When the sun comes up and over the sea?
When the sun comes up and over the sea?

If you can see the fallen tree
WHERE ON EARTH WILL YOU AND WE BE
You would see death decides it all
WHEN THE SUN COMES UP AND OVER THE SEA

Where on earth will you and we be
When the sun comes up and over the sea?

Will we still be here that day?
Will we know it anyway?

If you can see the fallen tree
WHEN THE SUN COMES UP AND OVER THE SEA
If you can see the fallen tree
WHERE ON EARTH WILL YOU AND WE BE

If you can see the fallen tree
WHEN THE SUN COMES UP AND OVER THE SEA

If you can see the fallen tree
WHEN THE SUN COMES UP AND OVER THE SEA

If you can see the fallen tree
WHEN THE SUN COMES UP AND OVER THE SEA

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THREE-IN-THE-MORNING SONG
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2012

You'd better get to sleep it's three in the morn
Everything can wait till the new day's dawn

You'd better get to sleep it's three in the morn
Everything can wait till the new day's dawn

You'd better get to sleep it's three in the morn
Everything can wait till the new day's dawn

Dawn
Dawn
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PREVIOUS POSTINGS:

Thanks to Marshall Stax for playing my new song "Three-Legged Chair" on KALX Radio! [3/5/12) My latest full-length album, "Three-Legged Chair (and 13 other songs)." is now streaming in its entirety at http://www.3leggedchair.blogspot.com....Paul's brand new song "Sun Don't Set (in the Middle of the Sky)" is now streaming online here (2/3/12): http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=1111859&songID=11412729

BIO/DISCOGRAPHYpaullockettiorio.blogspot.com

Many thanks to Marshall Stax and KALX for playing my new songs "Incitin' a Riot" and "Current Events" a few hours ago! (Nov. 28, 2011)...Below, the online edition of my new e.p. "INCITIN' A RIOT"; title track already #11 on Soundclick alt chart (11/21/11)...Thanks to Marshall Stax and KALX for playing my new song "THE FOOD SONG" the other night on The Next Big Thing. (9/14/11) MP3 link to come...."REPUBLICAN WOMEN" has just gone to #1 on the Soundclick alternative chart! (5/26/11)...Many thanks to Marshall Stax and KALX for playing two of my new songs, "REPUBLICAN WOMEN" and "I'M AN UNABASHED COMMUNIST." My brand new album "REPUBLICAN WOMEN (& 4 Others)" is now being posted online! Check out the link below. (5/23/11)...You can also hear my previous album "ZIP CODE OF THE MOON" e.p. here: http://zipcodeofthemoon.blogspot.com :

Free MP3 downloads/streams of Paul's songs at pauliorio.vox.com & myspace.com/paulioriosongs

NEW! ."ZIP CODE OF THE MOON" now #23 on the Soundclick alternative charts (3/13/11).....My "SEVEN WORDS" e.p. now streaming (below). 12/15/2010...."THEY'RE BUILDING A MOSQUE IN MY MIND" is #69 on Soundclick's alternative chart (out of tens of thousands of songs!). 12/15/2010.......Hear more new stuff here ("TREES TRY TO RISE ABOVE THEIR ROOTS" and "KISS ME WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS" (lyrics and 2 more Mp3s) below): alonetone.com/pauliorio1/tracks(10/12/2010) The 5 new trax will be self-released as an album, "TABOO," on Halloween... Hear my previous tracks "BAILEY" and "WE'RE GONNA WIN" here: fourbrandnewpaulsongs.vox.com....Also, check out my previous tune "IF IT'S TUESDAY, IT MUST BE SUSANNAH" ifitstuesday.vox.com(6/1/10)...And listen to my song "BACKFIRE" here: http://backfire.vox.com That track is from the latest (and ultimate) Paul Iorio album, "130 SONGS," a limited-edition collection (details coming below)....Paul's songs "IF I WERE A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN LIKE YOU" and "TALIBAN VIRGINS" are streaming here:
ifiwereabeautifulwoman.vox.com
[Feb. 16, 2010]....And thanks to Hollow Earth Radio in Seattle for airing my new song
"I WAS YOUNG (UNTIL FAIRLY RECENTLY)" the other month. Hear that one here: ioriopaul.vox.com....


I'm Paul Iorio, and here I am in my Berkeley apartment!

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Paul Iorio with major influence Paul McCartney, who Iorio was lucky enough to have met in 1986 in New York City (no, he's not involved with Iorio's music, but he couldn't resist posting the pic!)

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F E B R U A R Y 2 7, 2 0 1 2

Here're the lyrics of the songs on my new e.p., "Kissing

by Firefly Light":



Kissing by Firefly Light
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2012

Everything goes on
And everything happens
Kissing by firefly light

Everything goes on
And everything happens
Kissing by firefly light
Kissing by firefly light

Ohhhh
Ohhhh

Everything happens
At midnight tonight
Everything happens
On the silver lake ice

Everything happens
In the Milky Way rays
Everything happens
So doncha be late

Ohhhh
Ohhhh

Everything goes on
And everything happens
Kissing by firefly light

Everything goes on
And everything happens
Kissing by firefly light
Kissing by firefly light

Ohhhhh

Night time is so full of light
Daytime is so full of blue
Fireworks inside my mind
Go off

It's your smile
It is time
It's your smile


Everything's turning on a dime in the sky
Three in the morning and bathed in blue light

Fireflies don't light the sky the way that you do
Getting kinda dizzy just looking at you

Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh

Everything goes on
And everything happens
Kissing by firefly light

Everything goes on
And everything happens
Kissing by firefly light
Kissing by firefly light
Kissing by firefly light


Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh

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Three-Legged Chair
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2012

Three-legged chair, it's gonna hit the ground
Till it gets fixed, it'll keep fallin' down
(fix that)
Three legged chair
(fix the)
Three legged chair

Told my girlfriend to sit anywhere
She sat down, now needs emergency care

That three legged chair
One leg wasn't there

Neighborhood bank, on a steep grade
Post fell down in its collonade

It's gonna hit the ground
(Til it's fixed) It'll keep fallin' down

Government building near the train station
Missing some bricks on a weak foundation

It's gonna hit the ground
It'll keep fallin' down

Walked to one of the demonstrations
Breaking out across this broken nation
Gotta fix that chair
The three legged chair
The three legged chair

Three legged chair, it's gonna hit the ground
Till it gets fixed, it'll keep fallin' down
(fix the)
Three legged chair
(fix the)
Three legged chair
Three legged chair
Three legged chair

^ ^ ^ ^
Sun Don't Set (in the Middle of the Sky)
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2012

Lonny owned a clipper ship
Had a driftwood face
You know he was a patriot
For whatever nation paid

If he had allegiance, boys
He never said who to
He'd always take his paycheck
From whoever gave him loot

[If he had allegiance, boys, at all]

I say
The sun sets in the west
You say
The sun sets in the east

But I won't compromise
The sun don't set in the middle of the sky

Sun don't set in the middle of the sky
Sun don't set in the middle of the sky
I won't compromise
Sun don't set in the middle of the sky

We went to the Canaries
Where only locals sail
He met a girl in Madeira
I guess he was trying to guess her weight

Headed to the Antilles where
There was gold along the glade
But don't go by Jackson island
It's run by a new a family and they're crazy

[A new family runs it and they're crazy, I'm tellin' ya!]

I say
The sun sets in the west
You say
The sun sets in the east

But I won't compromise
The sun don't set in the middle of the sky

Lonny knows the shortcuts
There's one even he won't try
(I said) "Why not take the coastal route"
(He said) "That route is classifed"

They told me not to sail so north
It's a diplomatic swamp
I said, "That's international waters/
I can go there if I want"

[I'll go there if I damn want]

I say
The sun sets in the west
You say
The sun sets in the east

But I won't compromise
The sun don't set in the middle of the sky

Sun don't set in the middle of the sky
Sun don't set in the middle of the sky
I won't compromise
Sun don't set in the middle of the sky

Sun don't set in the middle of the sky
Sun don't set in the middle of the sky
I won't compromise
Sun don't set in the middle of the sky


* * * *

THE FUTURE AIN'T GONNA LAST
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2012

The future ain't gonna last
Every tomorrow becomes the past

The future ain't gonna last
Every tomorrow becomes the past

The past hangs around
It doesn't have anywhere else to go

The past'll change with time
Yesterday will change and grow

The future ain't gonna last
Every tomorrow becomes the past

The future ain't gonna last
Every tomorrow becomes the past

The past hangs around
It doesn't have anywhere else to go

The past'll change with time
Yesterday will change and grow

__________________________________________________


N O V E M B E R 2 8, 2 0 1 1


I've just gotten word from the great Marshall Stax that

he'll be playing something from my new "Incitin' a Riot" e.p.

tonight on KALX between 6 and 7pm! Check out the stream at

http://kalx.berkeley.edu/

____________________________________________________________



N O V E M B E R 2 1, 2 0 1 1

OK, here's the online edition of my new e.p. "Incitin' a Riot":




First, the MP3s and then the lyrics:

1. INCITIN' A RIOT.
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=1111859&songID=11201832



2. BOTSWANA.
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=1111859&songID=11226805


3. CURRENT EVENTS.
http://alonetone.com/pauliorio1/tracks/current-events.mp3


4. AMERICAN NIGHT (LASTS ALL DAY).
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=1111859&songID=11211666

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L Y R I C S


INCITIN' A RIOT
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2011


I'm incitin'
(Incitin' a riot)
I'm incitin'
(Incitin' a riot)
Incitin'
(Incitin' a riot)

Heyyyy!
Can't afford food
Heyyy!
My future's screwed
Heyyyy!
Don't I count too?

I did my best, I finished school
Tried to live by the golden rule
Got a job, worked till I drooled
The system treated me like a fool

Incitin' a riot
Incitin' a riot
Incitin' a riot

They wanna give me insurance and pills
Unless I become seriously ill
They say my house is under water
Just lost my job to the boss' daughter

Heyyy!
Got nothin' to lose
Heyyyy!
I'm turnin' to booze
Heyyy!
I lose if I choose

So I'm incitin'
(Incitin' a riot)
Incitin'
(Incitin' a riot)
Incitin'
(Incitin' a riot)

Incitin' a riot
Incitin' a riot
Incitin' a riot

NOTES ON "INCITIN' A RIOT": Inspired by the Occupy movement, I wrote
this on November 1st and recorded it on November 7th of this year -- it
came very quickly. Already has been #11 on the Soundclick alternative
chart. Influences here: Clash, Sex Pistols, Stones, Dylan, Nick Lowe.


* * * * *

BOTSWANA
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2011


Botswana
Diddley diddley dum
Botswana
Diddley diddley dum

Wah wah weeeee!
Wah wah weeeee!
Wah wah weeeee!

Botswana
Diddley diddley dum
Botswana
Diddley diddley dum

Wah wah weeeee!
Wah wah weeeee!
Wah wah weeeee!

Whatcha gotta do to make the sky fall down?
Whatcha gotta do to stop the world goin' 'round?
'Cause how things are ain't the way they should be
I guess you can call me revolutionary

Whatcha gotta do to make the sky fall down?
Whatcha gotta do to stop the world goin' 'round?
'Cause how things are ain't the way they should be
I guess you can call me revolutionary

Botswana
Botswana
Botswana

Flashpoint
Flashpoint
Flashpoint


NOTES ON "BOTSWANA": Sort of folk funk. Sort of me doing a Larry
Grahamish-riff and then segueing into rap. By the way, it has
nothing to do with Botswana; I just liked the sound of the word!



* * * * *



CURRENT EVENTS

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2011


Well, these current events got me wondering
Just what I'm doin' without you
Well, these current events got me wondering
Just what I'm doin' without you

If you wanna fly away
I won't try to dissuade
I ain't lookin' to stop you

If you wanna run away
You can walk out today
The door's open just for you
And you can walk right through

Well, these current events got me wondering
Just what I'm doin' without you
Well, these current events got me wondering
Just what I'm doin' without you

I'd better make you mine 'cause we're runnin' out of time
The clock's ticking down the years
One day we'll be old so we'd better be bold
Don't waste your time on tears
Time is best spent here

Well, these current events got me wondering
Just what I'm doin' without you
Well, these current events got me wondering
Just what I'm doin' without you

What am I doin' without you?
What am I doin' without you?
What am I doin' without you?


NOTES ON "CURRENT EVENTS": McCartneyesque folk, inadvertently
inspired by a Facebook friend who recently used the phrase
"current events."



* * * * *



AMERICAN NIGHT (LASTS ALL DAY)

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2011


Welcome to the American nightmare
Dreams written in invisible ink
Gonna see my friends out in New York City
Hopin' that their boats don't sink

Well, I was riding through the mountains of Spain one time
Trying to bait a hook for a sink and a line
I wasted so much time
Just to find the American night lasts all day
American night lasts all day
American night lasts all day

Welcome to the American nightmare
Take your seat in the very last row
When they finish eating the banquet
You can have the scraps that rich people throw

Well, I was riding through the mountains of Spain one time
Trying to bait a hook for a sink and line
I wasted so much time
Just to find the American night lasts all day
American night lasts all day
American night lasts all day

Night falls, day's done
Night falls, day's done

Well, I was riding through the mountains of Spain one time
Trying to bait a hook for a sink and a line
I wasted so much time
Just to find the American night lasts all day
American night lasts all day
American night lasts all day

I wasted so much time
Just to find the American night lasts all day
American night lasts all day
American night lasts all day
American night

NOTES ON "AMERICAN NIGHT (LASTS ALL DAY)": I came up with the melody
for this many years ago, but wrote the lyrics last month.


* * * * *


M A Y 25, 2 0 1 1



Must admit I have never seen one of my songs get the

sort of reaction that my brand new track "REPUBLICAN WOMEN"

has gotten. Last night the tune jumped from #343 to #38 on

the main Soundclick Alternative Chart (and it's #8 on the

"Other Alternative" chart). And it was aired on Monday night

on Marshall Stax's Next Big Thing on KALX! I must say

people really seem to like this one. I'm grateful to

those who are connecting with it! Hear it for

yourself here:

http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10677764&q=lo&newref=1


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M A Y 23, 2 0 1 1



Many thanks to Marshall Stax and KALX Radio for

playing my brand new songs "REPUBLICAN WOMEN" and

"I'M AN UNABASHED COMMUNIST" on The Next Big Thing

several minutes ago!



So now's the time for me to premiere the online edition

of those songs and the rest of my brand new

album "REPUBLICAN WOMEN (& 4 others)." Just click

here to hear the album's title track:

http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10677764&q=lo&newref=1


And hear "I'M AN UNABASHED COMMUNIST" here:
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10677950&q=lo&newref=1


And check out the MP3 edition of "I AM THE SHARK THAT ATE BIN LADEN":
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10679151&q=lo&newref=1


And here's "GONE TOO LONG":
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10681032&q=lo&newref=1


And here's the album's website:

http://republicanwomenbyiorio.blogspot.com/


* * * * *


A P R I L 1 8, 2 0 1 1



Finally was able to send out advance copies of the

long-form edition of my brand new album "ZIP CODE OF THE

MOON" last week and am glad a lot of people are

enjoying it!



Just yesterday a Huffington Post blogger called

one of the album's tracks, "They're Building a

Mosque in My Mind," "an awesomely hilarious song!"

(He and others particularly like my line: "They

have a jones for the Tao....")



Thanks, Doug. Glad you like it!



Meanwhile, around a dozen of the album's songs have reached

as high as number 20 on the Soundclick alternative

charts (out of hundreds of thousands of tracks in that

category).



And at least seven of the songs have already had

radio airplay!



My apologies to the East Bay Express newspaper; I should

have sent you a copy of the 22-song version of

"Zip Code of the Moon," which is being received far far

more enthusiastically than the 5-song e.p. I sent

to you.



All critics who might be considering reviewing

"Zip Code of the Moon" and who received only the 5-songer

should request the 22-track version

(at pliorio@aol.com).


____________________________________


for April 4 - 6, 2011


Lately, I'm finding that the same sorts of questions about

my music keep coming up time and again, so I've decided to

post a sort of FAQ in which I answer the most

frequent questions. Here goes:



YOU'VE BEEN WRITING SONGS SINCE YOU WERE AROUND 10-YEARS
OLD BUT YOU DIDN'T START RELEASING THEM UNTIL YOU WERE IN
YOUR LATE-THIRTIES. WHY THE DELAY?

PAUL IORIO: I didn't always have the money to book time at
a recording studio in my youth. Plus, I had no idea how to
work the tech equipment in a studio. And I was working full-time
as a journalist back then, so I didn't always have the time to
cut albums. When I had the money, I didn't have the time.
When I had the time, I didn't have the money.


WHAT CHANGED?

IORIO: Digital technology was invented that enabled everybody
to record music without having to know much tech stuff.
And an old friend from my high school years emerged
in '05; he had more money than I had and was willing
to invest in my music, giving me the hardware and
financing for studio time. He showed me how to work
volume knobs on the mixing board and all that. Bill
Epps was his name. (Not that he had as much money as
Charlie Sheen!)

My tunes are very personal to me. I know where I was and
what I was privately referring to when I wrote every stitch
of every track.


WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN CONTACT WITH EPPS?

Around four years ago. [Though we've subsequently contacted
each other through Facebook (and I'm trying to get to
the bottom of how bad info about my music was getting
around [updated 7/20/2011].


WHAT IS THE STORY BEHIND THE 2005 "ABOUT MYSELF" SESSIONS?

IORIO: That's ancient history! I've written and
released so much stuff since then. But...for the
record: In 2003 and early 2004, I collected 52 songs
I had written over the years and released them on
cassette tape. Epps heard the album in '05 for the
very first time and said he wanted to finance a session
so that I could re-record the album on CD. Those
sessions took place in September '05, but the
recordings had to be scrapped.


THERE'S VIDEO FOOTAGE OF YOU IN THE STUDIO WITH A LYRIC
SHEET IN FRONT OF YOU. DO YOU ALWAYS USE A LYRIC SHEET IN
THE STUDIO?

IORIO: Always. I've recorded my songs at hundreds of
recording sessions over the years and have never done one
without a lyric sheet. I don't necessarily need one, but
it's sort of a safety net in case I forget the words. And
it frees me up to worry about things other than the
memorization part. Even lyrics I've written long ago require
me to use a sheet. There are a few exceptions (like "You Know
It Shows," "If One Rainy Night," etc.).

Even Bob Dylan forgets his own lyrics and often needs a lyric
sheet. I recently saw a video of Springsteen performing
"Lost in the Flood" in the 1990s, and he had the lyrics
scotch taped to his mike stand.

And check out the DVD extras of the recent film "Howl."
You'll see Allen Ginsberg reading "Howl" at the Knitting
Factory in Manhattan in 1995, and he reads it from a
printed copy every step of the way. He had written it
four decades earlier and had read it publicly countless
times; but he still needed to read it from the
page. And even then, he stumbled over some of it. A
half-hour poem, when read aloud.


YOU HAVE AROUND 160 COPYRIGHTED SONGS --

IORIO: And that's just a fraction of the number I've written --


BUT OF THOSE 160 SONGS, DID YOU SOLELY WRITE ALL OF THEM?

IORIO: Yes. All of them.


ANY EXCEPTIONS?

IORIO: Well, I used ten words from a Grace Paley short story
in "Must Call Love." And "You Won't Be Burying Me Now"
is based on a public domain Italian folk melody. And I
came up with the five-second bit in "(Stop the) Beer Hall Putsch"
that goes "beer hall -- putsch" during a jam with my brother, who
is also a musician.


HAVE YOU EVER COLLABORATED WITH ANYONE?

IORIO: No, my work is as solo as it gets. Unless you're talking
about jokey things in high school where you put funny words
to the tune of something. But that doesn't count.


WHEN YOU WRITE, WHAT COMES FIRST: THE MUSIC OR THE LYRICS?

IORIO: Usually, I start with some sort of chord progression or melody
that suggests words, which then evolve into lyrics. Or,
sometimes I'll have a great idea for a lyric or a title and
will write a melody around it. Often, music and lyrics
come simultaneously. And in several cases, a melody was
running around in my head when I woke up.


WHAT SONGS CAME TO YOU DURING SLEEP?

IORIO: Several. The melody of "Endgame," the chorus of "Dontcha Sleep,"
the music and lyrics of the chorus of "Something in the Sky,"
and the verse/chorus melody of "Trees Try to Rise Above Their
Roots." The best example is "Something in the Sky," whose
chorus came out whole when I woke one morning.

I always let songs come to me. I don't come to the song.
There's never been a case when I've sat down with pen
and paper and said, "I'm gonna write a tune!" Never.
It's usually a case where I'm walking through the woods
and a melody occurs to me.


ARE YOU THE ONLY PERFORMER ON YOUR ALBUMS?

IORIO: Yes. I perform every bit of every song. If there's an
ooo or an ahh, a drum roll or harmonica bit, a botched
chord or inspired figure -- that's all me!


EVEN THE BASS BACKGROUND VOCAL ON "TREES TRY TO
RISE ABOVE THEIR ROOTS"?

IORIO: That's me doing an overdub. I recorded "Trees" a few
hours before seeing Michael McDonald and Donald Fagan
give a concert in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco in
2010. And McDonald was on my mind as I recorded the song,
so I was doing a sort of soulful growl there.

That's on my brand new album, "Zip Code of the Moon (and 21
others). I just realized this morning that not a single
song on the "Zip Code" album existed before April of 2010!
(Except that 5-second "beer hall -- putsch" bit on "(Stop
the) Beer Hall Putsch.")


DO YOU USE A DRUM MACHINE OR REAL DRUMS?

I use a cardboard box that I beat on with a stick. Seriously.
And I've never used a drum machine in my life. Wouldn't know
how to use one. Everything you hear on every one of my
160+ songs that I've released was played by me on a real
instrument, created from the ground up by me. No samples,
no pre-existing tracks. The only exception is "Hey, Mr. DJ,"
where I use snippets of radio sounds and music throughout
the song.

This is truly hand-made music. I don't even have a count-off
guy; I press the start button on the Roland myself.



ARE YOU SELF-TAUGHT ON GUITAR?

IORIO: Mostly. I briefly took guitar lessons at a rec center
when I was nine. And they'd have me learn stuff like
"Hang Down Your Head, Tom Dooley," which always confused
me -- and still does. A poorly-written song, if you
think about it. (It starts off in third person with the
chorus and then shifts awkwardly into Dooley's own
first-person perspective for the verses.)

Initially, I really didn't have much talent on the guitar.
Of all my musical friends from elementary school through
high school, I was probably considered one of the least
talented guitarists in that group. (I should note that
not one of them went on to become a professional musician.)

Yet, I'd always privately be writing songs in those days.
But I had no confidence to play them in front of people.
In those years, as a teenager, I'd write up two or three
songs in my bedroom and then go to see a friend play at a
high school talent show; and I'd secretly think about
how much better my songs were than the ones my friends
were performing. But I never had the nerve to get onstage
myself.


WHY DIDN'T YOU HAVE YOUR FRIENDS PERFORM YOUR SONGS?

IORIO: Because I had no confidence in my guitar playing and singing
abilities. Hence, I'd never play my tunes for my friends.
I had plenty of confidence in my ability to write good songs,
but not to perform them. It took me many years to develop my
current style of guitar playing.


WHO ARE YOUR MAIN INFLUENCES?

IORIO; Too many influences to count. But my aesthetic starts with
Paul McCartney and Ray Davies. To me, McCartney is the
world's greatest living composer, our era's George Gershwin.
Also, Bob Dylan, an incalculable influence. Sly and the
Family Stone: their "Greatest Hits" is one of the greatest
albums ever made. Holland/Dozier/Holland. Johnny Cash,
most definitely. And Jeff Tweedy with and without Wilco.
And early Patti Smith. Otis Redding. early Hendrix.
Very late Janis. The hits of Abba, Buddy Holly and
Chuck Berry. John Phillips. John Sebastian.

And I love the great pop singles released in '66 and
in '70 (from the Tee Set to Edison Lighthouse). And
Elvis Costello was huge for me, particularly those
first seven albums. And the Ramones' first six albums.
Marshall Crenshaw's Warner period. The first
Talking Heads albums (particularly the underrated
"Songs About Buildings and Food"). Nick Lowe,
especially from "Pure Pop" to "Rose of England."
And I love early Traffic. Love all of Robert Johnson.
And Warren Zevon's three or four best albums.

And great bridges and middle-eights. The greatest
bridges -- besides Lennon/Mccartney's and Davies's -- are
the ones in "Jennifer Juniper" and "Accidents
Will Happen" and "Night Rally" and "Ramblin' Rose"
and "Dear Eloise' and Dusty Springfield's "Only
Want To Be With You" and the three (!) in "Lola."
"Fixing a Hole," of course, has the greatest bridge
ever written. (Of all the bridges I've written, my
favorite is the one in "If It's Tuesday, It Must Be
Susannah.")

But my real main influences were people throughout my life
who were artistically smart and said things that stuck with me.
A concert pianist in Florida who was very knowing about all sorts
of music. A choreographer in New York City who was so artistically
smart that she'd change my mind about things every time we
talked. A former Beefheart guitarist who used to play guitar for
me alone in his apartment in the Village. And Frank Zappa,
with whom I had numerous conversations in the 1980s (he used
to call me every now and then to talk).

Some of the wisest things about music that have been said to
me were said by A&R people at record companies.


WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE ALBUMS AND ARTISTS, BESIDES
THE USUAL SUSPECTS, BESIDES THE STONES, THE BEATLES, DYLAN,
THE WHO, CCR, ELTON JOHN, PAUL SIMON, THE GRATEFUL DEAD,
NEIL YOUNG, BEACH BOYS, CLAPTON, JAMES TAYLOR, LED ZEP, BOWIE,
DOORS, ETC.?

IORIO: Contra, Funeral, OK Computer, "Street Spirit,"
Evil Urges, Skylarking, Grievous Angel, Unsophisticated Time,
The Honesty Room, Nevermind, Cool for Cats/Argybargy/East Side Story,
Let It Be/Tim, Murmur/Document, Scarecrow, Born in the USA,
Alive on Arrival, Tull's Benefit to Living in the Past, Buffett's
Key West oeuvre ("The Wino and I Know," etc), some Keith Sykes,
Feist's voice, Wheels of Fire, Mountain's "Flowers of Evil,""The
Message" e.p., Catholic Boy, Zen Arcade, Rage to Live, Alison Krauss,
Ronee Blakley (particularly that album with "Gabriel" and "Fred Hampton"
on it), Lost and Found, Rum, Sodomy and the Lash, Guitar Town,
pre-"Gaucho" Steely Dan, "The Cars," "The Good Earth,"
Straight Up (and "No Matter What"), primo Roxy Music, Parallel
Lines, London Calling, Francesco Guccini's "Via Paolo Fabbri 43,"
Cem Karaca's "Nem kaldi," Los Lobos's "La Pistola y Corazon."
Gourmet Grateful Dead means "Europe '72," "American Beauty,"
"Mars Hotel" and spin-off "Old and In The Way." And "bankers' nieces seek
perfection" may well be Dylan's greatest line!


Among real obscurities: albums by Fat, Grapefruit,
Fat Mattress, The Cuts, Nicky Hopkins's "The Tin
Man Was a Dreamer," Oakley Hall, Darker My Love.


[updated through July 20.]




* * * *

For publishing purposes, here's the online edition of Paul Iorio's new
e.p., "ZIP CODE OF THE MOON," recorded in
February 2011 at Paul's Home Studio in
Berkeley, Calif. Below are MP3s, lyrics, etc:


zip code of the moon * * paul iorio


1. (stop the) Beer Hall Putsch
2. Zip Code of the Moon
3. Hey, Mr. D.J.
4. 3-D OD
5. Blame It on the Reggae

All tracks composed, performed and produced by Paul Iorio.


Recorded at Paul's Home Studio in Berkeley, Calif., in
February 2011. Copyright 2011.

* * * *

MP3s
(just click each link below)

"(Stop the) Beer Hall Putsch"
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10358784&q=lo&newref=1

* * * *

"Zip Code of the Moon"
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10369824&q=lo&newref=1

* * * *

"Hey, Mr. D.J."
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10377828&q=lo&newref=1

* * * *

"3-D OD"
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10383985&q=lo&newref=1

* * * *

"Blame It On the Reggae"
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10384307&q=lo&newref=1

* * * *


L y r i c s



BEER HALL PUTSCH
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2011



They tell me what to draw
And, baby, that ain't all

They say that I can't drink
I think that you can't think

They've smashin' the beer hall
Hall
Hall

(Stop the) Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!

Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!

We welcome them to town
Then they push us around

We let freedom sound
They shut our paper down

They've taken the beer hall
Hall
Hall

(Stop the) Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!

Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!

Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!

Let a thousand flowers bloom
But don't give weeds room
Weeds that strangle flowers
And start takin' over gardens

(Stop the) Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!

Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!

NOTES ON "(stop the) BEER HALL PUTSCH":
Sort of
like Cobain meets the Kinks. I wrote this in January '11, though
I came up with the main "beer hall" hook way back in '81 during
a jam with my brother, who's also a musician.


____________________________


ZIP CODE OF THE MOON
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2011


Well, I was nearly hit by one of those clean, clear, refreshing trucks
On my way to buy ground chuck and
One of those Al Gore lightbulbs
And wondering if fine wine goes to heaven when it dies

I passed a globe out on Main Street
The national borders look like fractures to me
United States radio music
I can hear it miles away even though you can find me in the
zip code of the moon

Find me in the zip code of the moon
You can find me in the zip code of the moon

I was born in hell in 1817
Died in heaven in 1853
What I did in between is between you and me
Now I've come back to earth as easy as 1-2-7-9-3

I don't know what I've been told
The streets of heaven are paved with potholes
You can fence me in if you can find me
You can find in the zip code of the moon

Find me in the zip code of the moon
You can find me in the zip code of the moon

Well, I was born on the Nevada state line
I know you think I'm probably lyin'
But I've got proof
130 proof
And I'm gonna shout it loud from every roof

I passed a globe out on Main Street
The national borders look like fractures to me
United States radio music
I can hear it miles away even though you can find me in the
zip code of the moon
Find me in the zip code of the moon
You can find me in the zip code of the moon

Find me in the zip code of the moon
Find me in the zip code of the moon

I can hear it miles away even though you can find me in the
zip code of the moon


NOTES ON "ZIP CODE OF THE MOON":
Drunk countryfolk
surrealism, I think. This one was inspired weeks ago when
I saw a globe and thought that the national borders looked like
fractures.

______________________________

HEY, MR. DJ
Music and lyrics by Paul
Copyright 2011



Hey, Mr. DJ
Won't you play my song?
Won't you sing along with my song?

Hey, Ms. DJ
Won't you play my song?
Won't you sing along with my song?

Grew up on FSO when there was something in the air
Listened to Scelsa when Lennon was murdered there
I cried that night, I swear
When only the radio was there

Hey, Mr. DJ
Won't you play my song?
Won't you sing along with my song?

And then came indie rock, the PIX Penthouse Partay
Meg-is-Me and NEW were my Murray the K
The Ramones came to me that way
Stuff they had the balls to play

Hey, Mr. DJ
Won't you play my song?
Won't you sing along with my song?

Today you hear the future on KALX, it sings
Morning Becomes Eclectic and The Next Big Thing
WFMU
And KCRW, too

Hey, Mr. DJ
Won't you play my song?
Won't you sing along with my song?

Hey, Ms. DJ
Won't you play my song?
Won't you sing along with my song?

Won't you sing along with my song?
Won't you sing along with my song?

NOTES ON "HEY, MR. D.J.":
Probably
should've been called "Hey Mr. (and Ms.) D.J." A sort
of old-timey folk thing that evolved into a bit of a
collage. Lyrics on the history of radio.



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3-D OD
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2011


I've OD'd on 3-D
Wanna go back to 2-D

Some films are best in 1-D
Wish others were in none-D

"The Godfather" ends no differently
I've OD'd on 3-D

I bought an IMAX 3-D DVD
But the movie's just the same to me

Those damned glasses are wrecking my eyes
A traffic fine for crossing the line
I told the cop the line was nowhere near me
Patrolman said, "Boy, you've OD'd on 3D"

"Transformers" is a lousy film
In any kind of D
The best movies are in 2-D
Even "Avatar"'s the same to me
I'm going back to my DVD
Cause I've OD'd on 3-D

I've OD'd on 3-D
I wanna go back to 2-D

Some films are best in 1-D
I wish others were in none-D

"L'Aventurra" ends no differently
I've OD'd on 3-D


NOTES ON "3-D OD":
Inspired by The Normal's
"TV OD," the Flight of the Conchords (who took a different
angle on 3-D) and the Doors' "Love Me Two Times."


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BLAME IT ON THE REGGAE
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2011


You can blame it on the boogie
Or blame it on the reggae
None dare call it reggae
I'm consumed by the rasta
My whole life is reggae

I met a reggae mistress
Down Montego Way
She offered absolution
In the house of primo Ganja
in the garretts and the ghettos
Amongst the rasta rapscallions

In the slums of Old Trenchtown
And in the ports of Ocho Rios
They call me reggae meister
When I'm with my reggae mistress
And I'm always with my reggae mistress

Reggae dispensation
Or reggae insurrection
Jah is my master
Ganja is my teacher
I get high and sassy
About Haile Selassie

If you go reggae waltzin'
To a reggae bandolero
I'm a ganja ranchero
A rasta barcadero
I live my life for reggae

If you say bye to reggae
You'll say goodbye to livin
If you can call that livin'
If you're livin' without reggae
You can't get no reggae action
I just can't get no reggae action

NOTES ON "BLAME IT ON THE REGGAE":
Kind of
from the POV of a reggae fanatic, kind of satirizing
both that POV and the whole "Blame It On..." subgenre.



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Here's the online edition of Paul Iorio's new "ZIP CODE OF THE MOON (and 29 others)":"ZIP CODE OF THE MOON," recorded at Paul's Home Studio in
Berkeley, Calif. Published by Paulioriosongs. This is the
published version. Below are MP3s, lyrics, etc:


zip code of the moon * * paul iorio


1. Zip Code of the Moon
2. (Stop the) Beer Hall Putsch
3. We're Gonna Win
4. They're Building a Mosque in my Mind
5. Seven Words
6. Trees Try to Rise Above Their Roots
7. Blame It on the Reggae
8. Hey, Mr. DJ
9. Kiss Me WHere Your Mouth Is
10. Bailey
11. One More Dream
12. If It's Tuesday
13. Shoot the Fascist
14. Love in the Morning Sky
15. 3D OD
16. European Prep School Freakout
17. Meta-Song
18. Powder Blue
19. Back to Jackin' Off
20. I'd Walk Five Miles
21. Nothing is Something
22. I'm in Love with a Girl I can't Stand
23. Republican Women
24. I'm an Unabashed Communist
25. Sneeze
26. Black is Black
27. 69 in a 25 Zone
28. App for My Love
29. Can't Die Young Now

All tracks composed, performed and produced by Paul Iorio.

Recorded at Paul's Home Studio in Berkeley, Calif.. Copyright 2011.

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MP3s
(just click each link below)

"(Stop the) Beer Hall Putsch"
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10358784&q=lo&newref=1

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"Zip Code of the Moon"
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10369824&q=lo&newref=1

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"Hey, Mr. D.J."
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10377828&q=lo&newref=1

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"3-D OD"
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10383985&q=lo&newref=1

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"Blame It On the Reggae"
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10384307&q=lo&newref=1

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L y r i c s



BEER HALL PUTSCH
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2011



They tell me what to draw
And, baby, that ain't all

They say that I can't drink
I think that you can't think

They've smashin' the beer hall
Hall
Hall

(Stop the) Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!

Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!

We welcome them to town
Then they push us around

We let freedom sound
They shut our paper down

They've taken the beer hall
Hall
Hall

(Stop the) Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!

Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!

Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!

Let a thousand flowers bloom
But don't give weeds room
Weeds that strangle flowers
And start takin' over gardens

(Stop the) Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!

Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!
Beer hall -- putsch!

NOTES ON "(stop the) BEER HALL PUTSCH":
Sort of
like Cobain meets the Kinks. I wrote this in January '11, though
I came up with the main "beer hall" hook way back in '81 during
a jam with my brother, who's also a musician.


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ZIP CODE OF THE MOON
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2011


Well, I was nearly hit by one of those clean, clear, refreshing trucks
On my way to buy ground chuck and
One of those Al Gore lightbulbs
And wondering if fine wine goes to heaven when it dies

I passed a globe out on Main Street
The national borders look like fractures to me
United States radio music
I can hear it miles away even though you can find me in the
zip code of the moon

Find me in the zip code of the moon
You can find me in the zip code of the moon

I was born in hell in 1817
Died in heaven in 1853
What I did in between is between you and me
Now I've come back to earth as easy as 1-2-7-9-3

I don't know what I've been told
The streets of heaven are paved with potholes
You can fence me in if you can find me
You can find in the zip code of the moon

Find me in the zip code of the moon
You can find me in the zip code of the moon

Well, I was born on the Nevada state line
I know you think I'm probably lyin'
But I've got proof
130 proof
And I'm gonna shout it loud from every roof

I passed a globe out on Main Street
The national borders look like fractures to me
United States radio music
I can hear it miles away even though you can find me in the
zip code of the moon
Find me in the zip code of the moon
You can find me in the zip code of the moon

Find me in the zip code of the moon
Find me in the zip code of the moon

I can hear it miles away even though you can find me in the
zip code of the moon


NOTES ON "ZIP CODE OF THE MOON":
Drunk countryfolk
surrealism, I think. This one was inspired weeks ago when
I saw a globe and thought that the national borders looked like
fractures.

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HEY, MR. DJ
Music and lyrics by Paul
Copyright 2011



Hey, Mr. DJ
Won't you play my song?
Won't you sing along with my song?

Hey, Ms. DJ
Won't you play my song?
Won't you sing along with my song?

Grew up on FSO when there was something in the air
Listened to Scelsa when Lennon was murdered there
I cried that night, I swear
When only the radio was there

Hey, Mr. DJ
Won't you play my song?
Won't you sing along with my song?

And then came indie rock, the PIX Penthouse Partay
Meg-is-Me and NEW were my Murray the K
The Ramones came to me that way
Stuff they had the balls to play

Hey, Mr. DJ
Won't you play my song?
Won't you sing along with my song?

Today you hear the future on KALX, it sings
Morning Becomes Eclectic and The Next Big Thing
WFMU
And KCRW, too

Hey, Mr. DJ
Won't you play my song?
Won't you sing along with my song?

Hey, Ms. DJ
Won't you play my song?
Won't you sing along with my song?

Won't you sing along with my song?
Won't you sing along with my song?

NOTES ON "HEY, MR. D.J.":
Probably
should've been called "Hey Mr. (and Ms.) D.J." A sort
of old-timey folk thing that evolved into a bit of a
collage. Lyrics on the history of radio.



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3-D OD
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2011


I've OD'd on 3-D
Wanna go back to 2-D

Some films are best in 1-D
Wish others were in none-D

"The Godfather" ends no differently
I've OD'd on 3-D

I bought an IMAX 3-D DVD
But the movie's just the same to me

Those damned glasses are wrecking my eyes
A traffic fine for crossing the line
I told the cop the line was nowhere near me
Patrolman said, "Boy, you've OD'd on 3D"

"Transformers" is a lousy film
In any kind of D
The best movies are in 2-D
Even "Avatar"'s the same to me
I'm going back to my DVD
Cause I've OD'd on 3-D

I've OD'd on 3-D
I wanna go back to 2-D

Some films are best in 1-D
I wish others were in none-D

"L'Aventurra" ends no differently
I've OD'd on 3-D


NOTES ON "3-D OD":
Inspired by The Normal's
"TV OD," the Flight of the Conchords (who took a different
angle on 3-D) and the Doors' "Love Me Two Times."


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"Trees Try to Rise Above Their Roots" and "Kiss Me Where Your Mouth Is."
alonetone.com/pauliorio1/tracks

"Meta-Song."http://www.zshare.net/audio/8150261593c981e4/>(plays automatically after buffering; no need to press play)

"They're Building a Mosque in My Mind."http://www.zshare.net/audio/8150103831cf98f9/>(plays automatically after buffering; no need to press play)

"The Monster Mosque."http://www.zshare.net/audio/814995831dae5c35/(plays automatically after buffering; no need to press play)


Lyrics and notes:
TREES TRY TO RISE ABOVE THEIR ROOTS
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


I drove by all the Christmas lights
Purple, red and green

The sound of horse hoofs in the park
The sound of tambourines
The sound of tambourines

Trees are always tryin' to rise above the roots beneath their leaves
Trees are always tryin' to rise above the roots beneath their leaves

Cumulus is what you have
In place of mountain peaks

Clouds that look like Wyatt Earp
On the chaparral between
On the chaparral between

Trees are always tryin' to rise above the roots beneath their leaves
Trees are always tryin' to rise above the roots beneath their leaves

How naive we are in the future's eyes
To think we know our fates

I lived my youth like a wise old man
Never took the bait
Never took the bait

Trees are always tryin' to rise above the roots beneath their leaves
Trees are always tryin' to rise above the roots beneath their leaves

NOTES ON "TREES": I woke up on Labor Day with the melody of this one running around in my head. It's got a sort of Olde West feel that I mixed with Ladysmith Black Mambazo-ish background vocals.

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KISS ME WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


You want me to be sick as can be
I only attract women when I'm sick

Thin as a rail, gaunt and dead pale
I only attract women
attract women when I'm sick

Kiss me where your mouth is
Kiss me where your mouth is
Kiss me where your mouth is

When you take off that dress, I'm a full time mess
I only attract you when I'm sick

When my cheekbones are starting to show
I only attract you
attract you when I'm sick

I only attract women when I'm sick and thin as a stick
And then I have remind you
When I have the runs and nothing's really fun
I only attract women when I'm through
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick as arsenic

Kiss me where your mouth is
Kiss me where your mouth is
Kiss me where your mouth is

Kiss me where your mouth is
Kiss me where your mouth is

Mouth is
I'm sick
I'm sick as arsenic

NOTES ON "KISS ME WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS": Sort of Cobain-ish, with Sly and the Family Stone-esque overdubs. The lyrics -- "I only attract women when I'm sick" -- stem from a trip I took to Seattle during which I got sick, lost weight and found I was suddenly more attractive to women than I had been.

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META-SONG
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


Intro, intro, intro...

Well, there's a verse that gets you started like this
A second reiteration of it
Then it builds to the top of the verse
But don't you fret the melody will soon change (overdub)

But then there's a tension that leads to the chorus
The major key chorus
Here's the major key chorus

Here's the chorus
Here's the chorus
Rousing chorus
Major key chorus
Everybody sing to the singalong chorus

Second verse, slightly varied from the first

Second verse slightly varies the melody
To make sure that you don't get bored
And then it comes back to familiar turf
And I bet you're singing along again

And there's that part that creates tension
Just before the chorus
Here's the major key chorus

Here's the chorus
Here's the chorus
Rousing chorus
Major key chorus
Everybody sing to the singalong chorus

What's this part of the song?
What's this part of the song?

Beatles-esque dissonance
Beatles-esque dissonance

Here's the chorus
Here's the chorus
Rousing chorus
Major key chorus
Everybody sing along to the chorus
Everybody sing to the singalong chorus

Then there's an outro
Then there's an outro
Then there's an outro
Hanging chord finale

Coda coda gotta be a coda, baby
coda coda gotta be a coda baby

NOTES ON "META-SONG": A song about a song. Inspired a bit by Pavement's "Gold Soundz."

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THEY'RE BUILDING A MOSQUE IN MY MIND
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


They're building a mosque in my mind (my mind)
They're building a mosque in my mind
They're taking over all the grey matter
They're building a mosque in my mind

The preachers and imams and rabbis and priests
Who populate the part of my mind
Where Hindus are praying near by left hippocampus
Where the Shintos are building a shrine

They're building a mosque in my mind (my mind)
They're building a shrine in my mind
They're taking over my entire cerebellum
They're building a mosque in my mind

The Hares spray graffiti on my left ventricle wall
They've got a real Jones for the Tao
They're confusing Confucians as to their actual intent
They're saying, "Hey, man, don't have a sacred cow!"

Anglicans and Brahmins fight for my synaptic cleft
In the pre-frontal lobe of my mind
Orthodox Jews are building a temple
Using words like thee and thou and thine

They're building a mosque in my mind (my mind)
They're building a shrine in my mind
They're taking over my entire cerebellum
They're building a mosque in my mind

Mental health professionals visit me at work
I tell them they're bombs in my brain
The Sunnis are fighting the Sufis for turf
I say this as they take me away

Take me away!

They're building a mosque in my mind (my mind)
They're building a shrine in my mind
They're taking over all the gray matter
They're building a mosque in my mind

They're building a mosque in my mind (my mind)
They're building a shrine in my mind
They're taking over my entire cerebellum
They're building a mosque in my mind

They're building a [7 frets up] mosque in my mind
They're building a [7 frets up] mosque in my mind

NOTES ON "BUILDING A MOSQUE": Sends up the hysteria and hoopla
around the so-called Ground Zero mosque controversy.

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THE MONSTER MOSQUE
Parody by Paul Iorio (based
on "The Monster Mash" by
Bobby Boris Pickett)


I was working in the mosque late last night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
My Islamic Center began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise

He built a mosque
He built a monster mosque
The monster mosque
Near the Ground Zero crash
He built the mosque
It caught on like a rash
He built the mosque
He built the monster mosque

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BLAME IT ON THE REGGAE
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2011


You can blame it on the boogie
Or blame it on the reggae
None dare call it reggae
I'm consumed by the rasta
My whole life is reggae

I met a reggae mistress
Down Montego Way
She offered absolution
In the house of primo Ganja
in the garretts and the ghettos
Amongst the rasta rapscallions

In the slums of Old Trenchtown
And in the ports of Ocho Rios
They call me reggae meister
When I'm with my reggae mistress
And I'm always with my reggae mistress

Reggae dispensation
Or reggae insurrection
Jah is my master
Ganja is my teacher
I get high and sassy
About Haile Selassie

If you go reggae waltzin'
To a reggae bandolero
I'm a ganja ranchero
A rasta barcadero
I live my life for reggae

If you say bye to reggae
You'll say goodbye to livin
If you can call that livin'
If you're livin' without reggae
You can't get no reggae action
I just can't get no reggae action

NOTES ON "BLAME IT ON THE REGGAE":
Kind of
from the POV of a reggae fanatic, kind of satirizing
both that POV and the whole "Blame It On..." subgenre.



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check out these next tracks at www.bailey.typepad.com

BAILEY
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010

Bailey roams where he shouldn't go
Bailey has no choice
They put a rifle in his face
Said, "Your passport or your home/
And don't you say your home"

Bailey ran from a border guard
Hopped a train that was goin' (goin')
Hid atop a luggage rack
Hid there for a whole time zone
For a whole time zone

Bailey, why don't you come home?
Bailey, you come home
Bailey, why don't you come home
But don't you come alone

Bailey, why don't you come home?
Bailey, you come home
Bailey, why don't you come home
But don't you come alone

Mountains sprawl to infinity
Clouds way way down below
If you get stuck in peaks like that
You'll never find your home
You'll die lost and alone

If you roam where your money's strong
If you roam where you're known
Someone else won't tell your tale
You can tell it on your own
You'll live to tell it on your own
You'll live to tell it on your own

Bailey, why don't you come home?
Bailey, you come home
Bailey, why don't you come home
But don't you come alone

Bailey, why don't you come home?
Bailey, you come home
Bailey, why don't you come home
But don't you come alone

NOTES ON "BAILEY": This began with an aggressive Whoish guitar riff that I combined with a sort of wind-swept narrative. The bridge came to me during a walk in the Berkeley hills.
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WE'RE GONNA WIN
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010

You know we're gonna win
You know we're conquerin'
You know there's celebration
And plenty of elation

You know it's not my style
To suppress my smile

You know we're gonna win
You know we're conquerin'

You know there's jubilation
A grand slammin' nation

You know we're gonna win
You know we're gonna win

[top of the ninth/change is comin' fast]

We're winning massively
We're winning for all time
We're winning massively
We're winning for all time

We're gonna have a real good time

We're winning massively
We're winning for all time

It's a hole in one
A hundred percent fun

You know we're gonna win
You know we're conquerin'

You know it's not my style
To practice self-denial

You know we're gonna win
You know we're conquerin'

There's victory in the air
Triumph everywhere

You know we're gonna win
You know we're conquerin'

There is no shred of doubt
I'm gonna knock you out

You know we're gonna win
You know we're conquerin'

Get out the back seat
Get in the front
Get out the back seat
Get off the floor

You know we're gonna win for all time

Get out the back seat
Get off the floor

You know we're gonna win
You know we're conquerin'
Win win win win win win

[voice: "Hey, that ain't no jump shot/we won"
2nd voice: "Talk to the ref, man"]

NOTES ON "WE'RE GONNA WIN": Where rap meets rhythmic chants at sports events. It started with a rhythm and the title phrase, which I started humming while walking to a store one afternoon.

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POWDER BLUE
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010

I've got the powder blues
I'm feeling powder blue
I'm so powder blue
I've got the powder blues
I'm so in love with you

I might be navy blue
In a day or two
Might be Picasso blue
But now I'm only powder blue

I've got the powder blues
I'm feeling powder blue
I'm so powder blue
I've got the powder blues

I guess it's what I blew
Backstage at Silk Bamboo
A flight straight to the moons
Of Jupiter and Neptune

I've got the powder blues
I'm feeling powder blue
I'm so powder blue
I've got the powder blues

I've got the powder blues
I'm feeling powder blue
I'm so powder blue
I've got the powder blues

I've got the powder blues
I've got the powder blues
I've got the powder blues

NOTES ON "POWDER BLUE": This one, or at least its chorus, came streaming out of me in early July 2010 as I was idly watching TV, and I developed it from there. I wanted a brush-drum jazz-nightclub sort of ambience.

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I'D WALK FIVE MILES FOR YOUR LOVE (BUT NEED A RIDE BACK)
Music and lyrics by Paul iorio
Copyright 2010

I'd walk five miles for your love
But need a ride back

I'd work 7 to 11 to buy you stuff
Oh you know I'd break my back

[That's 7 in the morning to 11 in the morning/let's not get carried away here]

It's time to seize the day
Or seize the per diem I'm being paid
'Cause I've used my gas allowance
And all my checking account balance

I'd climb the highest mountain
for your love

[Maybe on one of those funiculars]

I'd give you fifty million dollars
if i could have it all back

[And I wouldn't charge you much interest either]

i'd cross the widest river
On an yacht munching salmon slivers

I'd buy you a diamond ring
Made of cubic zirconia bling

I'd walk five miles for your love
But need a ride back
But need a ride back
But need a ride back

[Cubic zirconia!]

[Work 7 to 11!]


NOTES ON "I'D WALK FIVE MILES": I came up with this after hearing the Flight of the Conchords play at Bkly's Greek Theater in late May. Days later, I took a very early morning walk in Berkeley and saw a funny bumper sticker, "Carpe per Diem" -- and I laughed and continued to walk as a song started taking shape in my head, a tune poking fun at all those I'll-do-anything-for-your-love type songs.




Seven Words
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


When I was just a little boy
I was told the words you can't say
And I assured my teachers and priests
That I would surely obey

But when I find that in my mind
The words I need are not in line
Gotta say it as I find

There are seven words you cannot say

Sit
Kiss
Buck
Punt
Rocksuckin'
Tougherpuckin'
Fits!

When I became a full grown man
I kept using words that were banned
They say, "I believe in diversity/
As long as everybody agrees with me"

But when I find that in my mind
The words I need are not in line
Gotta say it as I find

There are seven words you cannot say

Sit
Kiss
Buck
Punt
Rocksuckin'
Tougherpuckin'
Fits!

There are seven words you cannot say

Let me walk you through it

Sit
Kiss
Buck
Punt
Rocksuckin'
Tougherpuckin'
Fits!

There are seven words you cannot say

NOTES ON "SEVEN WORDS": Yes, it's about the seven words banned from the airwaves by the FCC. (But, rest assured, none of those forbidden words are in my song.)

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EUROPEAN PREP-SCHOOL FREAK-OUT
Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


European prep-school freak out
European prep-school freak out

She called the headmaster from Leipzig Station
Said her Rail Pass was all used up
Spent her last Euro on bad Chianti
Interpol wants her for a stolen Avanti

They saw her speedin' around Cortina d'Ampezzo

European prep-school freak out
European prep-school freak out

The baronessa says
You get yourself back here
Before you start makin headlines in
La Repubblica, Radio Luxembourg
She heard about the scandal on the BBC

BBC HD Lancashire (I hope you're proud of yourself)

European prep-school freak out
European prep-school freak out

They tried to catch her at the Uffizi
Chased her through the Caravaggio room
But she escaped to the Ponte Vecchio
Bought herself some leather on the way to The Tombs

There's a big Radiohead concert out there tonight

European prep-school freak out
European prep-school freak out
European prep-school freak out
European prep-school freak out

NOTES ON "EUROPEAN PREP-SCHOOL FREAKOUT": I came up with the title first and just had to build a song around it. It's the scandalous tale of a Euro-schoolgirl in disgrace!

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LOVE IN THE MORNING SKY
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


Love in the morning skyway
Blue and silver light
Love in the morning skyway
Not a cloud in sight

If we lived a thousand years
Nothing would be so special

If we lived a thousand years
Nothing would be so special

Love in the morning sky
Love in the morning sky

Love in the morning skyway
Blue and silver light
Love in the morning skyway
Not a cloud in sight

If we lived a thousand years
Nothing would be so special

If we lived a thousand years
Nothing would be so special

Love in the morning sky
Love in the morning sky
If we lived a thousand years
Love in the morning sky
If we lived a thousand years

Nothing would be so special
Love in the morning sky

If we lived a thousand years
Love in the morning sky

If we lived a thousand years
Love in the morning sky

If we lived a thousand years

Love in the morning sky
Love in the morning sky

NOTES ON "LOVE IN THE MORNING SKY': Ballad with a pretty melody that came to me while I was washing up in my bathroom one morning.

* * * *

[NOTE: Please do not mis-read this song and object
to it reflexively. There's a plot twist near the end
that shifts the meaning substantially.]

SHOOT THE FASCIST
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face
A tumor on the human race
Shoot the fascist in the face

Gestapo knocks and says it's only routine
Then they put you on a train to the gas machine

Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face

White sheets show up at the break of dawn
Trying to burn a cross on my front lawn

Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face

They have the nerve to outlaw sacrilege
The Third Reich is their lineage

Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face

Now they're trying to ban the Argentino tango
Hey, they just murdered Theo Van Gogh

Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face

Now someone's thinking I'm a fascist, too
They're tracking me down just like I did you

Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face
A tumor on the human race
Shoot the fascist in the face

Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face
A tumor on the human race
Shoot the fascist in the face

Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face

NOTES ON "SHOOT THE FASCIST": A "Beat on the Brat"-ish sort of song, about fighting Nazis past and present. But (as I mentioned) there's a plot twist near the end that shifts the meaning. (By the way, someone thinks I made a mistake singing, "Now they're trying to ban the Argentino Tango/Hey, they just shot Theo Van Gogh." Shouldn't that be the Argentina Tango?, he asks. The answer is no. I was playing off the title of the famous Broadway musical "Tango Argentino," but
apparently some aren't catching the reference.)


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ONE MORE DREAM
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


One more dream till the snooze button hits
One more dream till I'm flyin' over it
One more dream and the fantasy fits
One more, one more dream
One more, one dream

I don't wanna die
But I know that I'll die
I just wanna dream
And I know when I dream
it just seems

Life happens between dreams

And I know when I dream that it seems

One more dream till the snooze button hits
One more dream till I'm flyin' over it
One more dream and the fantasy fits
One more, one more dream
One more, one dream

I just wanna fly
'Cause I know I can't fly
I just wanna soar
To the place where the earth starts to curve

And everything turns round

Cause I know when I dream that it seems

One more dream till the snooze button hits
One more dream till I'm flyin' over it
One more dream and the fantasy fits
One more, one more dream

One more, one more dream
One more, one more dream
One more, one more dream

NOTES ON "ONE MORE DREAM":
I wrote this in November 2010, though the chorus dates back to around 2003, About how "life happens between dreams."



IF IT'S TUESDAY, IT MUST BE SUSANNAH
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010

If it's Tuesday, it must be Susannah
If it's Wednesday, it must be Magill
If it's Thursday, it must be my Hannah
Friday she forgot to take a pill

Saturday, there's sexual chores
I'll help out somehow

If I had standards,
I'd have no one
I'm particular but not right now
And I'm always livin' here right now

If it's Tuesday, it must be Susannah
If it's Wednesday, it must be Magill
Friday she forgot to take a pill

Fat ones, thin ones, short ones, tall ones
I wanna taste the lot

I'm sure I'll stop being so damned horny
When I'm buried in a plot

Should've married well several years ago
When I still had my chance

I could've had the world if not for one bad day
It all came down to happenstance
Won't you give me just one more chance?

If it's Tuesday, it must be Susannah
If it's Wednesday, it must be Magill
If it's Thursday, it must be my Hannah
Friday it's the Morgan Bar and Grill

If it's Tuesday -- Susannah
Wednesday --- Magill
Thursday -- Hannah
Friday she forgot to pay her bill

NOTES ON "IF IT'S TUESDAY...": Playing off
the title of a 1969 movie, this is a bit of XTC-ish pure pop
about a guy with too many girlfriends. (Not autobiographical,
unfortunately.)


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BACK TO JACKIN' OFF
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010

It was fun for a while, I must say
A steady lover at the end of each day

But then the sex started getting routine
Mechanical as a motion machine

She left me, kicked me out of her loft
Guess I'm back to jackin' off

It was feeling just like married sex
Predictable as a prepared text
She said, "Our love is in a rut/
I had more fun just being a slut"

She left me with only this infectious cough
Guess I'm back to jackin' off

Guess I'm back to waxin' the bone
Only thing to do when you're all alone
Guess I'm back to strokin' the monkey

She came back, we tried it again
I fantasized she was the cousin of a friend
As we were doing it, she caught me lookin' at pics
That's when she said, "I'm sick of your tricks"

She left me, kicked me out of her loft
Guess I'm back to jackin' off

She left me during Beef Strogonoff
Guess I'm back to jackin' off

She left me with this infectious cough
Guess I'm back to jackin' off

NOTES ON "BACK TO JACKIN'OFF": I must admit I enjoyed
coming up with this one, a sort of Gram Parsons-ish
country-rocker about going sexually solo.

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NOTHING IS SOMETHING
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010

Nothing to say is really something to say
Something to say is often nothing to say
Nothing is something if there's nothing to say
Something is nothing if it just goes away

If nothing to say can really get in the way
Then nothing to say must be something to say
If something to say is really something to say
Then nothing to say wouldn't matter anyway

And you know nothing is something
And you know nothing is something

And you know nothing is something
And you know nothing is something

He's got nothin' to say -- says it anyway
She's got something to say which she doesn't say
She says, "You don't say," when there's nothing to say
But something gets buried at the end of each day

And you know nothing is something
And you know nothing is something

And you know nothing is something
And you know nothing is something
And you know nothing is something

NOTES ON "NOTHING IS SOMETHING": Riff
folk-rock-rap, I think.


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I'M IN LOVE WITH A GIRL I CAN'T STAND
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010

She's got money and she's way too bright
She has a way to keep me up all night

I'm in love with a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand

She crosses her ankles and her sevens
She always turns it up to eleven

I'm in love with a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand
Anymore

Whatcha gotta do to get yourself true
Go away
It doesn't feel right until the dead of night
Go away
Her face has become an acquired taste
Go away

She's sorta rude but she looks so fine
I can't get her outta my mind

I'm in love with a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand

It doesn't really feel so right
Will it be true love at 57th sight?

I'm in love with a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand
Anymore

Whatcha gotta do to get yourself true
Go away
It doesn't feel right until the dead of night
Go away
Her face has become an acquired taste
Go away


Whatcha gotta do to get yourself true
Go away
It doesn't feel right until the dead of night


I'm in love with a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand
Anymore

NOTES ON "I'M IN LOVE WITH A GIRL...": "This Year's
Model"-ish. It came out in mostly in one piece in one
sitting in April.




L Y R I C S


REPUBLICAN WOMEN
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2011


Republican women
She's got all her shots
Republican women
Give this Democratic boy a sh-sh-shot

Republican women
So well groomed
Republican women
Let's get a room

Republican women
Let's play supply and demand
Republican women
Tonight I'll be your trickle-down man

Republican women
So suburban
Republican women
Let's drink some Bourbon

Republican women
Go ahead and ask her
Republican women
She's on the iPhone with her pastor

Republican women
Stiletto pumps
Republican women
I've got a non-cancerous lump

You know, she was sent by either heaven or the vice squad, I bet
I disagree with every word and everything she says
But for one night, I'll agree if I can just, if I can just, if I can just...
Maybe a threesome with Erin Burnett and that editor at
the Weekly Standard

Republican women
I went back to her hall
Republican women
She started smelling like Lysol

Republican women
I cut myself on her Escalade
Republican women
She charged me for a Band-Aid

Republican women
Started getting really cold
Republican women
I'm goin' back to the Democratic fold


NOTES ON "REPUBLICAN WOMEN": Inspired by
the fact that some liberal guys are starting to admit that
GOP women like Nikki Haley are physically attractive even
when spouting utter political nonsense! Influences here:
"Pictures of Lily," "Wild Thing."



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I'M AN UNABASHED COMMUNIST
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2011



In my youth I spent my time
At the Gaslight drinking wine
Late at night, at the old cafe
We'd talk revolution till the break of day

I'm an unabashed communist
I'm a godless socialist
I don't care if you put me on your blacklist
Go ahead put me on your blacklist
'Cause I'm an
Unabashed communist
I'm a godless socialist
I don't care if you put me on your blacklist
Go ahead put me on your blacklist
Cause I'm in an unabashed communist
Unabashed communist


Grandpa fought for the Russian side
In Nineteen Hundred and Forty-five
Moscow spilled lots of Soviet blood
Trying to stop the Nazi flood

Six years on, McCarthy called him in
He asked, "Why you siding with the Russians again?"
Gramps said, "Russian friends, they saved my hide/
Back in Nineteen Hundred and Forty-five"


I'm an unabashed communist
I'm a godless socialist
I don't care if you put me on your blacklist
Go ahead put me on your blacklist
'Cause I'm an
Unabashed communist
Unabashed communist


Well, laissez-faire collapsed in '29
Fell again last year for the umpteenth time
How much more proof do you need
To understand the evil of corporate greed?

Hey, I'm no friend of dictatorship
But economic justice shouldn't include it
It doesn't take any Sherlock Holmes
To see it almost worked back in ol' Stockholm

I'm an unabashed communist
I'm a godless socialist
I don't care if you put me on your blacklist
Go ahead put me on your blacklist
'Cause I'm an
Unabashed communist
I'm a godless socialist
I don't care if you put me on your black list
Go ahead put me on your blacklist
Cause I'm in an unabashed communist
Unabashed communist
Unabashed communist

NOTES ON "I'M AN UNABASHED COMMUNIST": This came
to me last month while I was watching a PBS special on
The Weavers and suddenly started singing "I'm an unabashed
Communist" in the manner of Pete Seeger (but in the vocal
style of David Byrne!). (I confess I don't wholly agree with
the 1st-person voice here!)


* * * * *

sneeze and the final songs posted at www.sneeze.typepad.com


http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10677764&q=lo&newref=1


And hear "I'M AN UNABASHED COMMUNIST" here:
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10677950&q=lo&newref=1


And check out the MP3 edition of "I AM THE SHARK THAT ATE BIN LADEN":
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10679151&q=lo&newref=1




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FEBRUARY 23, 2011


OK, folks, get ready for "ZIP CODE OF THE MOON," an

e.p. of brand new songs by Paul Iorio! I'll be

posting MP3s soon.


* * * *


January 22, 2011

To those who I just sent a three-song CD of

my '09/'10 material, here're the lyrics:


http://threesonglyrics.blogspot.com/


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December 20, 2010


Many thanks to KALX Radio and Marshall Stax for playing

my new song "SEVEN WORDS" a few hours ago on The Next

Big Thing!



Meanwhile, a few other new tracks of mine have hit the

Soundclick alternative charts. Out of hundreds of

thousands of songs in that genre, here's where my songs

stand:

"They're Building a Mosque in My Mind": #69

"Shoot the Fascist": #145

"One More Dream": #162

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DECEMBER 20, 2010

Thanks to KALX Radio and Marshall Stax for playing my

new tune "SEVEN WORDS" a few hours ago on The Next Big Thing.


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DECEMBER 13, 2010

My new e.p., "Seven Words," is now online, but those

who want to hear my previous album, "Taboo," can

click here:
NEW! Paul's latest songs http://paulboardgame.blogspot.com/

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DECEMBER 11, 2010

OK, I've just written five brand new songs and here're the lyrics.

(MP3s will follow later.)


Seven Words
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


When I was just a little boy
I was told the words you can't say
And I assured my teachers and priests
That I would surely obey

But when I find that in my mind
The words I need are not in line
Gotta say it as I find

There are seven words you cannot say

Sit
Kiss
Buck
Punt
Rocksuckin'
Tougherpuckin'
Fits!

When I became a full grown man
I kept using words that were banned
They say, "I believe in diversity/
As long as everybody agrees with me"

But when I find that in my mind
The words I need are not in line
Gotta say it as I find

There are seven words you cannot say

Sit
Kiss
Buck
Punt
Rocksuckin'
Tougherpuckin'
Fits!

There are seven words you cannot say

Let me walk you through it

Sit
Kiss
Buck
Punt
Rocksuckin'
Tougherpuckin'
Fits!

There are seven words you cannot say

NOTES ON "SEVEN WORDS": Yes, it's about the seven words banned from the airwaves by the FCC. (But, rest assured, none of those forbidden words are in my song.)

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EUROPEAN PREP-SCHOOL FREAK-OUT
Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


European prep-school freak out
European prep-school freak out

She called the headmaster from Leipzig Station
Said her Rail Pass was all used up
Spent her last Euro on bad Chianti
Interpol wants her for a stolen Avanti

They saw her speedin' around Cortina d'Ampezzo

European prep-school freak out
European prep-school freak out

The baronessa says
You get yourself back here
Before you start makin headlines in
La Repubblica, Radio Luxembourg
She heard about the scandal on the BBC

BBC HD Lancashire (I hope you're proud of yourself)

European prep-school freak out
European prep-school freak out

They tried to catch her at the Uffizi
Chased her through the Caravaggio room
But she escaped to the Ponte Vecchio
Bought herself some leather on the way to The Tombs

There's a big Radiohead concert out there tonight

European prep-school freak out
European prep-school freak out
European prep-school freak out
European prep-school freak out

NOTES ON "EUROPEAN PREP-SCHOOL FREAKOUT": I came up with the title first and just had to build a song around it. It's the scandalous tale of a Euro-schoolgirl in disgrace!

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LOVE IN THE MORNING SKY
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


Love in the morning skyway
Blue and silver light
Love in the morning skyway
Not a cloud in sight

If we lived a thousand years
Nothing would be so special

If we lived a thousand years
Nothing would be so special

Love in the morning sky
Love in the morning sky

Love in the morning skyway
Blue and silver light
Love in the morning skyway
Not a cloud in sight

If we lived a thousand years
Nothing would be so special

If we lived a thousand years
Nothing would be so special

Love in the morning sky
Love in the morning sky
If we lived a thousand years
Love in the morning sky
If we lived a thousand years

Nothing would be so special
Love in the morning sky

If we lived a thousand years
Love in the morning sky

If we lived a thousand years
Love in the morning sky

If we lived a thousand years

Love in the morning sky
Love in the morning sky

NOTES ON "LOVE IN THE MORNING SKY': Ballad with a pretty melody that came to me while I was washing up in my bathroom one morning.

* * * *

[NOTE: Please do not mis-read this song and object
to it reflexively. There's a plot twist near the end
that shifts the meaning substantially.]

SHOOT THE FASCIST
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face
A tumor on the human race
Shoot the fascist in the face

Gestapo knocks and says it's only routine
Then they put you on a train to the gas machine

Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face

White sheets show up at the break of dawn
Trying to burn a cross on my front lawn

Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face

They have the nerve to outlaw sacrilege
The Third Reich is their lineage

Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face

Now they're trying to ban the Argentino tango
Hey, they just murdered Theo Van Gogh

Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face

Now someone's thinking I'm a fascist, too
They're tracking me down just like I did you

Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face
A tumor on the human race
Shoot the fascist in the face

Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face
A tumor on the human race
Shoot the fascist in the face

Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face
Shoot the fascist in the face

NOTES ON "SHOOT THE FASCIST": A "Beat on the Brat"-ish sort of song, about fighting Nazis past and present. But (as I mentioned) there's a plot twist near the end that shifts the meaning. (By the way, someone thinks I made a mistake singing, "Now they're trying to ban the Argentino Tango/Hey, they just shot Theo Van Gogh." Shouldn't that be the Argentina Tango?, he asks. The answer is no. I was playing off the title of the famous Broadway musical "Tango Argentino," but
apparently some aren't catching the reference.)


* * * &

ONE MORE DREAM
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


One more dream till the snooze button hits
One more dream till I'm flyin' over it
One more dream and the fantasy fits
One more, one more dream
One more, one dream

I don't wanna die
But I know that I'll die
I just wanna dream
And I know when I dream
it just seems

Life happens between dreams

And I know when I dream that it seems

One more dream till the snooze button hits
One more dream till I'm flyin' over it
One more dream and the fantasy fits
One more, one more dream
One more, one dream

I just wanna fly
'Cause I know I can't fly
I just wanna soar
To the place where the earth starts to curve

And everything turns round

Cause I know when I dream that it seems

One more dream till the snooze button hits
One more dream till I'm flyin' over it
One more dream and the fantasy fits
One more, one more dream

One more, one more dream
One more, one more dream
One more, one more dream

NOTES ON "ONE MORE DREAM":
I wrote this in November 2010, though the chorus dates back to around 2003, About how "life happens between dreams."

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December 10, 2010


"7even Words" is coming! Stay tuned.



By the way: Regarding one of my brand new songs, "Shoot

the Fascist," someone thinks I made a mistake

singing, "Now they're trying to ban the Argentino

Tango/Hey, they just shot Theo Van Gogh."


Shouldn't that be Argentina Tango?, he asks.

The answer is no. I was playing off the title of the

famous Broadway musical "Tango Argentino" (but

apparently some aren't catching the reference.

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November 1, 2010

Thanks to the radio people (especially KALX),

the bloggers and the hundreds of listeners who

have checked out my brand new songs, now collected

as the "TABOO" e.p. (Some advance copies of the

new tracks were sent out before I named it

"TABOO.")



Tracking info shows that "TABOO" is most popular

in the United States, followed by Slovenia (yes,

Slovenia), followed by Pakistan (Pakistan?), followed

by the Netherlands, the U.K., Germany, France,

Israel, Russia, Canada, Bulgaria, Indonesia and

Beligium.)


Hello to everyone out there! Hope you like what

you hear!



By the way, some have wondered where online

is my '08 song "I SHOT OSAMA BIN LADEN." Well,

here's a link:

http://bailey.typepad.com/blog/2009/07/i-shot-osama-bin-laden-by-paul-iorio01-track-110composed-performed-produced-by-paul-ioriolyrics-and-other-info-at-www-1.html

Enjoy.

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O c t o b e r 2 5, 2 0 1 0


Many, many thanks to Marshall Stax (and Amazing Grace!)

for playing two of my latest songs on KALX Radio

earlier this evening! Both tunes are send-ups of all

the hoopla around the so-called Ground Zero mosque,

and you can hear 'em here.


The first is an original, "THEY'RE BUILDING A MOSQUE IN MY MIND,"

and the other is a parody, 'THE MONSTER MOSQUE," based on

the "The Monster Mash," by Bobby "Boris" Pickett. (Perfect for Halloween.)

Just click below and enjoy!

"They're Building a Mosque in My Mind."http://www.zshare.net/audio/8150103831cf98f9/>(just click the link and it plays automatically after buffering; NO NEED TO PRESS PLAY)

And here's "THE MONSTER MOSQUE":
zshare.net/audio/814995831dae5c35/>>(just click the link and it plays automatically after buffering; NO NEED TO PRESS PLAY)


P.S. -- By the way, KALX is in the middle of its annual

fund-raising drive, so I encourage everyone to support the station

by giving 'em some bucks (at this link: http://kalx.berkeley.edu).

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OCTOBER 12 - 15, 2010


OK, folks, I've just written and recorded four

brand new songs and am posting 'em here for

your listening pleasure. I'll self-release

the 5 tracks as an album, "TABOO," on Halloween.

Check out the online edition: paulboardgame.blogspot.com


Titles are:


1. "Trees Try To Rise Above Their Roots"

2. "Kiss Me Where Your Mouth Is"

3. "Meta-Song"

4. "They're Building a Mosque in My Mind"

5. plus (just in time for Halloween) "The Monster Mosque," a
parody of Bobby Boris Pickett's "The Monster Mash."


I'm already getting nice feedback from listeners

(thanks to Chris Vaisvil for his generous

comments about "Trees").


Here're the tracks. Just click the blues links.

Enjoy!
"Trees Try to Rise Above Their Roots" and "Kiss Me Where Your Mouth Is."
alonetone.com/pauliorio1/tracks

"Meta-Song."http://www.zshare.net/audio/8150261593c981e4/>(plays automatically after buffering; no need to press play)

"They're Building a Mosque in My Mind."http://www.zshare.net/audio/8150103831cf98f9/>(plays automatically after buffering; no need to press play)

"The Monster Mosque."http://www.zshare.net/audio/814995831dae5c35/(plays automatically after buffering; no need to press play)


Lyrics and notes:
TREES TRY TO RISE ABOVE THEIR ROOTS
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


I drove by all the Christmas lights
Purple, red and green

The sound of horse hoofs in the park
The sound of tambourines
The sound of tambourines

Trees are always tryin' to rise above the roots beneath their leaves
Trees are always tryin' to rise above the roots beneath their leaves

Cumulus is what you have
In place of mountain peaks

Clouds that look like Wyatt Earp
On the chaparral between
On the chaparral between

Trees are always tryin' to rise above the roots beneath their leaves
Trees are always tryin' to rise above the roots beneath their leaves

How naive we are in the future's eyes
To think we know our fates

I lived my youth like a wise old man
Never took the bait
Never took the bait

Trees are always tryin' to rise above the roots beneath their leaves
Trees are always tryin' to rise above the roots beneath their leaves

NOTES ON "TREES": I woke up on Labor Day with the melody of this one running around in my head. It's got a sort of Olde West feel that I mixed with Ladysmith Black Mambazo-ish background vocals.

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KISS ME WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


You want me to be sick as can be
I only attract women when I'm sick

Thin as a rail, gaunt and dead pale
I only attract women
attract women when I'm sick

Kiss me where your mouth is
Kiss me where your mouth is
Kiss me where your mouth is

When you take off that dress, I'm a full time mess
I only attract you when I'm sick

When my cheekbones are starting to show
I only attract you
attract you when I'm sick

I only attract women when I'm sick and thin as a stick
And then I have remind you
When I have the runs and nothing's really fun
I only attract women when I'm through
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick as arsenic

Kiss me where your mouth is
Kiss me where your mouth is
Kiss me where your mouth is

Kiss me where your mouth is
Kiss me where your mouth is

Mouth is
I'm sick
I'm sick as arsenic

NOTES ON "KISS ME WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS": Sort of Cobain-ish, with Sly and the Family Stone-esque overdubs. The lyrics -- "I only attract women when I'm sick" -- stem from a trip I took to Seattle during which I got sick, lost weight and found I was suddenly more attractive to women than I had been.

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META-SONG
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


Intro, intro, intro...

Well, there's a verse that gets you started like this
A second reiteration of it
Then it builds to the top of the verse
But don't you fret the melody will soon change (overdub)

But then there's a tension that leads to the chorus
The major key chorus
Here's the major key chorus

Here's the chorus
Here's the chorus
Rousing chorus
Major key chorus
Everybody sing to the singalong chorus

Second verse, slightly varied from the first

Second verse slightly varies the melody
To make sure that you don't get bored
And then it comes back to familiar turf
And I bet you're singing along again

And there's that part that creates tension
Just before the chorus
Here's the major key chorus

Here's the chorus
Here's the chorus
Rousing chorus
Major key chorus
Everybody sing to the singalong chorus

What's this part of the song?
What's this part of the song?

Beatles-esque dissonance
Beatles-esque dissonance

Here's the chorus
Here's the chorus
Rousing chorus
Major key chorus
Everybody sing along to the chorus
Everybody sing to the singalong chorus

Then there's an outro
Then there's an outro
Then there's an outro
Hanging chord finale

Coda coda gotta be a coda, baby
coda coda gotta be a coda baby

NOTES ON "META-SONG": A song about a song. Inspired a bit by Pavement's "Gold Soundz."

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THEY'RE BUILDING A MOSQUE IN MY MIND
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010


They're building a mosque in my mind (my mind)
They're building a mosque in my mind
They're taking over all the grey matter
They're building a mosque in my mind

The preachers and imams and rabbis and priests
Who populate the part of my mind
Where Hindus are praying near by left hippocampus
Where the Shintos are building a shrine

They're building a mosque in my mind (my mind)
They're building a shrine in my mind
They're taking over my entire cerebellum
They're building a mosque in my mind

The Hares spray graffiti on my left ventricle wall
They've got a real Jones for the Tao
They're confusing Confucians as to their actual intent
They're saying, "Hey, man, don't have a sacred cow!"

Anglicans and Brahmins fight for my synaptic cleft
In the pre-frontal lobe of my mind
Orthodox Jews are building a temple
Using words like thee and thou and thine

They're building a mosque in my mind (my mind)
They're building a shrine in my mind
They're taking over my entire cerebellum
They're building a mosque in my mind

Mental health professionals visit me at work
I tell them they're bombs in my brain
The Sunnis are fighting the Sufis for turf
I say this as they take me away

Take me away!

They're building a mosque in my mind (my mind)
They're building a shrine in my mind
They're taking over all the gray matter
They're building a mosque in my mind

They're building a mosque in my mind (my mind)
They're building a shrine in my mind
They're taking over my entire cerebellum
They're building a mosque in my mind

They're building a [7 frets up] mosque in my mind
They're building a [7 frets up] mosque in my mind

NOTES ON "BUILDING A MOSQUE": Sends up the hysteria and hoopla
around the so-called Ground Zero mosque controversy.

* * * * *

THE MONSTER MOSQUE
Parody by Paul Iorio (based
on "The Monster Mash" by
Bobby Boris Pickett)


I was working in the mosque late last night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
My Islamic Center began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise

He built a mosque
He built a monster mosque
The monster mosque
Near the Ground Zero crash
He built the mosque
It caught on like a rash
He built the mosque
He built the monster mosque

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JULY 27, 2010


Many thanks to Marshall Stax and KALX for playing

my new songs "Bailey" and "We're Gonna Win" last

night on The Next Big Thing!


You can hear the new tracks here:
fourbrandnewpaulsongs.vox.com


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JULY 4, 2010



Thanks to the conductor of the Ureuk Symphony Orchestra in

New York for his interest in my song "Kim Jong-il."



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JUNE 1, 2010


Thanks to Marshall Stax and KALX radio for playing

my new song "If It's Tuesday, It Must Be Susannah" last night

on The Next Big Thing!


Just click here to hear the tune: ifitstuesday.vox.com


Enjoy! Paul

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MAY 25 - 26, 2010

Just released: four brand new songs by Paul Iorio!



Just click here ifitstuesday.vox.com
to listen to the MP3s for free!


By the way, the Program Director at radio station KRNG FM

in the Reno area sent me an email to let me know

that: "One of your song titles is obscene."


He was referring to my new track "Back to Jackin' Off,"

a fun tune not likely to be played at any decency rally or

Tea Party convention anytime soon.



My response? "Back to Jackin' Off" is not nearly as risque as

Mozart's "Leck mich im Arsch." (That, incidentally, translates

to something timely even today: "Lick my Ass.")



By the way, people sometimes ask, Do I come up with music

or lyrics first in writing a song?



Answer is: sometimes the music comes first (examples,

"Endgame," "Married Too Young," etc.), sometimes

the lyrics come first ("I Was Young Until Fairly Recently,"

"You're Gettin' Played," etc.) and sometimes both come

simultaneously ("Hey There, Watcher," "Something in the

Sky," etc.).



Sometimes I come up with just a guitar riff -- and a song

blooms from there (examples, "Love's the Heaven You Can't

Reach," "Nothing is Something," "Life's Just a Single Blast,"

etc.). Often, a song begins with just a rhythm (e.g., "The

World Blew Up," "If I Were a Beautiful Woman Like You,"). Other

times, I'll come up with a song concept that suggests a

melody/lyric (e.g., "Scruples," "Back to Jackin' Off," etc.).



Several songs or parts of songs have come to me in dreams

or were running around in my head when I woke up (e.g., "Endgame,"

"Something in the Sky," "Dontcha Sleep," etc.).



And some of my songs start as notning more than a shape -- I don't

how else to put it. A shape. I sort of visualize a shape

and the song evolves from there (examples, "Love's the Heaven,"

"Can You Hear Me 9-1-1?," "Paradox," etc.).



Some people have the wrong assumption thinking, "Oh, Paul is

a writer for newspapers and magazines, too, so he must be

primarily a lyric-driven composer."



That assumption couldn't be more wrong. Wayy off. More often

than not, I come up with melodies and have no lyrics for them.

I currently have a couple dozen melodies that I've composed

that I've not yet written lyrics for.



And in fact in most cases, I write lyrics based on their sound,

not on their sense, and based on how well they fit my melodies.



The next time I write or record some songs, I'd love to

have a press or radio person here as a fly-on-the-wall to

witness and to document how I do it. Because the

misconceptions out there among some people are

sometimes downright nauseating.



There was a video shot by the tech support guy (William)

for long-ago sessions in '05 (sessions for a previous

group of tracks that have since been scrapped). It's

somewhat interesting, if dated, footage -- but keep in mind

that the tech support guy made sure his own camera was

running and pointed at himself every time

he made even a minor suggestion.


So watch that '05 video carefully, if you have a

chance And you should note that not one -- not one -- of

the tech support person's suggestions was ultimately

used in the final versions of my songs. Look at that

'05 video and show me one single frame in which he

made a suggestion that I actually used in the final

recordings. If he had, he'd have been credited.



Sure, two months after -- after -- those '05 sessions, tech

support guy overdubbed a "background bass" track (his own words!)

to my songs. "Do you like the background bass?," he wrote in a note.

"If not, feel free to delete the bass. I've never played bass before."



Uh, let's just say that his bass overdub in '05 was counter-productive.

Didn't work out. His bass track was deleted long ago -- years

ago. Hey, these are my songs and I'll do what I want

with my songs, thank you very much.



And, yes, I also solely own all the registered copyrights for

every one of my songs (meaning all the songs on the "130 Songs"

album and others), so I'm the only person authorized to

give the final word on any matter related to any of

my songs.




Tech support guy William has had his own career, completely

separate from mine, of writing and recording his own separate

group of songs that are not my songs. And he has been none too

shy about releasing and performing his own tunes over the years --

and if you want to find his separate song catalog, you can

find it on the Internet and elsewhere. Don't look for his

stuff here or on my albums, 'cause that's not where it is.

His songs are on his own albums and sites. And he is the

"director" of his own material that is on his separate

albums -- and I am the "director" of my own material that

is on my separate albums. Period.



In any event, that's long ago stuff. Those sessions

have nothing to do with songs I've been releasing in

the past few years or the new ones I've just posted.

And he hasn't even been on the field of play

in any capacity since.



Anyway, here're the lyrics to my new songs:


LYRICS


IF IT'S TUESDAY, IT MUST BE SUSANNAH
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010

If it's Tuesday, it must be Susannah
If it's Wednesday, it must be Magill
If it's Thursday, it must be my Hannah
Friday she forgot to take a pill

Saturday, there's sexual chores
I'll help out somehow

If I had standards,
I'd have no one
I'm particular but not right now
And I'm always livin' here right now

If it's Tuesday, it must be Susannah
If it's Wednesday, it must be Magill
Friday she forgot to take a pill

Fat ones, thin ones, short ones, tall ones
I wanna taste the lot

I'm sure I'll stop being so damned horny
When I'm buried in a plot

Should've married well several years ago
When I still had my chance

I could've had the world if not for one bad day
It all came down to happenstance
Won't you give me just one more chance?

If it's Tuesday, it must be Susannah
If it's Wednesday, it must be Magill
If it's Thursday, it must be my Hannah
Friday it's the Morgan Bar and Grill

If it's Tuesday -- Susannah
Wednesday --- Magill
Thursday -- Hannah
Friday she forgot to pay her bill

NOTES ON "IF IT'S TUESDAY...": Playing off
the title of a 1969 movie, this is a bit of XTC-ish pure pop
about a guy with too many girlfriends. (Not autobiographical,
unfortunately.)


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BACK TO JACKIN' OFF
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010

It was fun for a while, I must say
A steady lover at the end of each day

But then the sex started getting routine
Mechanical as a motion machine

She left me, kicked me out of her loft
Guess I'm back to jackin' off

It was feeling just like married sex
Predictable as a prepared text
She said, "Our love is in a rut/
I had more fun just being a slut"

She left me with only this infectious cough
Guess I'm back to jackin' off

Guess I'm back to waxin' the bone
Only thing to do when you're all alone
Guess I'm back to strokin' the monkey

She came back, we tried it again
I fantasized she was the cousin of a friend
As we were doing it, she caught me lookin' at pics
That's when she said, "I'm sick of your tricks"

She left me, kicked me out of her loft
Guess I'm back to jackin' off

She left me during Beef Strogonoff
Guess I'm back to jackin' off

She left me with this infectious cough
Guess I'm back to jackin' off

NOTES ON "BACK TO JACKIN'OFF": I must admit I enjoyed
coming up with this one, a sort of Gram Parsons-ish
country-rocker about going sexually solo.

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NOTHING IS SOMETHING
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010

Nothing to say is really something to say
Something to say is often nothing to say
Nothing is something if there's nothing to say
Something is nothing if it just goes away

If nothing to say can really get in the way
Then nothing to say must be something to say
If something to say is really something to say
Then nothing to say wouldn't matter anyway

And you know nothing is something
And you know nothing is something

And you know nothing is something
And you know nothing is something

He's got nothin' to say -- says it anyway
She's got something to say which she doesn't say
She says, "You don't say," when there's nothing to say
But something gets buried at the end of each day

And you know nothing is something
And you know nothing is something

And you know nothing is something
And you know nothing is something
And you know nothing is something

NOTES ON "NOTHING IS SOMETHING": Riff
folk-rock-rap, I think.


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I'M IN LOVE WITH A GIRL I CAN'T STAND
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2010

She's got money and she's way too bright
She has a way to keep me up all night

I'm in love with a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand

She crosses her ankles and her sevens
She always turns it up to eleven

I'm in love with a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand
Anymore

Whatcha gotta do to get yourself true
Go away
It doesn't feel right until the dead of night
Go away
Her face has become an acquired taste
Go away

She's sorta rude but she looks so fine
I can't get her outta my mind

I'm in love with a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand

It doesn't really feel so right
Will it be true love at 57th sight?

I'm in love with a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand
Anymore

Whatcha gotta do to get yourself true
Go away
It doesn't feel right until the dead of night
Go away
Her face has become an acquired taste
Go away


Whatcha gotta do to get yourself true
Go away
It doesn't feel right until the dead of night


I'm in love with a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand
I'm in love wth a girl I can't stand
Anymore

NOTES ON "I'M IN LOVE WITH A GIRL...": "This Year's
Model"-ish. It came out in mostly in one piece in one
sitting in April.

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APRIL 5, 2010


Thanks to Marshall at KALX for playing my song "BACKFIRE"

last night (4/5/10). Hear it here: http://backfire.vox.com

The track is from the latest (and ultimate) Paul Iorio album,

"130 SONGS," a limited-edition collection (details coming below).

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APRIL 3 - 6, 2010


Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the latest (and the ultimate)

Paul Iorio album, "130 Songs."

Six CDs. Nearly six hours of music. 130 songs composed,

performed and produced by Paul Iorio. Available starting

in late April 2010 via pliorio@aol.com.




And many thanks to Marshall Stax at KALX for airing 'BACKFIRE"

from "130 Songs" last night on The Next Big Thing!


[more info soon]

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FEBRUARY 16, 2010


many thanks to the great Marshall Stax at

KALX for playing my latest songs "If I Were a

Beautiful Woman Like You" and "Taliban Virgins"

last night! (Particularly thrilled he played the

latter.)



I really admire the aesthetic courage of his

show (and of other programs on KALX), a quality

shared by people at a handful of other stations like WFMU,

KCRW, etc.



And I have to say that every time I come up with

something I think is terrific, I listen to KALX or FMU or

Morning Becomes Eclectic and realize there are other

new recording artists out there who leave me in the dust.

And that spurs me to write even better stuff.

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February 11, 2010


Here it is, the online debut of my newly-minted

songs "If I Were a Beautiful Woman Like You" and

"Can You Hear Me, 9-1-1?"


Just click here to hear the MP3s!
ifiwereabeautifulwoman.vox.com

I wrote 'em last month and recorded 'em last week.

Enjoy! Paul

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FEBRUARY 11, 2010


Physical CDs of my brand new four-song single have been

sent to various radio and press people. Hope you can

play or review some of it!


The new songs are: "If I Were a Beautiful Woman Like You,"

"Can You Hear Me, 9-1-1?," "Taliban Virgins" and "Draw

Me a Picture."



I've not yet posted MP3s of the lead tracks -- "If I Were a Beautiful

Woman Like You" and "Can You Hear Me, 911?" -- but will do so

very soon.


For now, here are MP3s of "Taliban Virgins" and "Draw Me a Picture,"

which have been generating a bit of controversy in the last

few days.

click here to hear "Taliban Virgins"
http://yourlisten.com/channel/content/33051/Taliban%20Virgins

click here to hear "Draw Me a Picture":
http://yourlisten.com/channel/content/33050/Draw%20Me%20a%20Picture


Seems the tracks have been censored a bit by Microsoft.

Here's the scoop:


Whenever I write new songs, I usually send them to people

at a wide variety of radio stations and elsewhere. Sometimes

I'll even try to reach across a cultural or political

divide to send, say, a satirical song about religion to a

religious radio station, or a left-wing ballad to a

conservative station.



And occasionally, I'm taken aback by how good-natured

the response is to material that is antithetical to their

beliefs. You'd be surprised to see that some absolutists

actually do have a sense of humor!


And if it sparks controversy, all the better. Controversy

leads to dislogue, dialectic, which is part of the

point. (Hey, I'm a writer, not a diplomat or a politician.)

As we've seen over the years, if we let absolutism

fester without challenging it, it continues to feater,

like an infection, sometimes for centuries (as with

religious absolutism).



Last month, I wrote a new song that I'm proud of called

"Draw Me a Picture," an irreverent humorous tune,

sort of in the spirit of Tom Lehrer's "The Vatican Rag," though

it's about the famous Jyllands-Posten cartoons that sparked

protests and unrest several years ago.



I decided to see what the response would be if I sent a

copy of "Draw Me a Picture" to several radio stations in

Islamic countries, asking if they would consider airing the

track.



What I discovered is that Bill Gates's people are apparently

more of a threat to free speech than Ahmadinejad is. After sending

the song to several stations via Microsoft's Hotmail service,

my Hotmail account was suddenly blocked by Microsoft

with this warning:

"This account is currently blocked from sending messages. If you
don't think you've violated the Windows Live Terms of Use, please
contact customer support."


And when I tried to contact Miscorsoft's customer support department,

there seemed to be no way to send a message to appeal their

decision. (And, by the way, the lyrics of my song include

no obscenities.)



This sort of blocking action, while minor, seems to

be of a piece with Microsoft's willingness

to play by the oppressive rules of the Chinese

government when it comes to its disappointing search engine

Bing. The word from the top of the corporate ladder at

Microsoft is apparently: "We will let the Chinese

government censor Bing's search results, and

we will allow Islamic reactionaries to determine who

is fit to send Hotmail."



This experience of mine with Hotmail seems to underscore

the fact that Microsoft values freedom of speech less than it

values an obscene level of corporate profiteering.


Yet another reason for all of us to choose Google instead of Bing.



Anyway, I'll soon be posting two other new songs -- none

of them controversial, all of them better -- that I wrote

and recently recorded. Stay tuned.

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JANUARY 19, 2010


Many thanks to Hollow Earth Radio in Seattle for playing

one of my new songs, "I Was Young (Until Fairly Recently),"

and for writing about it on its website a week or so ago. If

you haven't heard Hollow Earth, you're in for a treat;

here's a link to their site: http://www.hollowearthradio.org


And here's what they (very generously) wrote about

my new song:




And thanks -- again -- to Marshall at KALX for playing my

new song "Something in the Sky" a few weeks ago.

(His show, The Next Big Thing, always features great

music by obscure artists, and last night's NBT

was no exception: he played some amazing stuff by

a new band called For Fear the Hearts of Men are

Failing. I might even check out their upcoming show

at the Super Secret Circus in Berkeley, Calif.)



Also, thanks to the bloggers who have been enjoying my

songs and writing about them! Recently a blogger from

Bristol in the U.K. wrote this very nice review of my '09

song "Kim Jong-il":



Wanna hear my latest batch of songs? Here's a link:

http://ioriopaul.vox.com

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* * * * *


DECEMBER 29, 2009


Thanks to Marshall and KALX radio for playing

my new song "SOMETHING IN THE SKY" last night.

(I'm proud to say it was the Next Big Thing's

final song of '09!)



And I also love the fact that people are

connecting with a song whose chorus

I wrote completely unconsciously (the

chrous was running around my head, fully

formed, when I woke up one morning in

late October '09). That has happened several

times before in recent years, but it doesn't

occur often. (For the record, I wrote the rest

of the song awake!)



You can listen to "SOMETHING IN THE SKY" right

here for free: http://ioriopaul.vox.com



I must confess Marshall's show spurs me

to write more and better new songs than I

normally would. Hope I'm able to write new

stuff in 2010 that's right for the

NBT and for all the other great radio stations

that have aired my stuff. Happy new year!


Paul

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NOVEMBER 17, 2009


Many thanks to Marshall and the NBT for playing

my new song "Tweet Number One" last night.



If I'm not mistaken, it may well be the very

first Tweeter-themed pop song aired on the radio

anywhere. (Is it? ) But I betcha it won't be

the last!



Anyway, you can hear "Tweet Number One" -- which I

wrote, performed and produced last month -- right here

for free. Enjoy!
Click here: pauliorio480.vox.com


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September 22, 2009


Many thanks to Marshall and KALX for playing

two of my brand new songs, "Hey There, Watcher"

and "Sittin' Around," last night (9/21/09). I must

admit it never ceases to be a thrill to hear my

tunes featured on The Next Big Thing!


* * *

September 14, 2009


I've just written and recorded four brand new songs

and have posted MP3 versions of them for your

listening pleasure on this site:http://sittinaroundalbum.typepad.com/blog

The new tracks (which I wrote in the summer of '09 and

recorded last week) are:

1. Sittin' Around
2. Hey There, Watcher
3. Distance
4. Oh, Holy Howl!


I'm also self-releasing (on Halloween) an EP called "Sittin'

Around," which collects the four new ones plus three

other 2009 tracks of mine: "The Day When The Earthquake

Comes," "Married Too Young" and "Bang, Bang, Shoot, Shoot."

The online edition of the "Sittin' Around" album is now

at: http://sittinaroundalbum.typepad.com/blog
As usual, all tracks composed, performed and
produced by Paul Iorio (except "Oh, Holy Howl,"
which puts lyrics from Allen Ginsberg's "Howl" to
the melody of Christmas carol "O Holy Night")
.

* * * *


October 5, 2009


People really seem to be picking up on my song "Paradox"

lately -- thanks to all who have emailed me praising it.

(I like it, too!) It began life as an instrumental I wrote

in January 2009 (the instr is on my "Banned Music" album,

in fact). Then in the spring of '09, I wrote a melody

and lyric about various everyday paradoxes, and that's

how the song came about. I should note that in 2003, I

wrote another song with the same sort of theme called

"Backfire" and released the song on a cassette tape album

in '03. I was going to put it on my now-defunct "About Myself"

album in '05, but decided against it. Instead, I plan

to release "Backfire" on the much-delayed fourth disc

of "75 Songs," which I've been recording for awhile.

(Probably 2010 for that one; I'm too busy writing

brand new songs.)


^ ^ ^

October 5, 2009


New archival info about my work added

lower on this site (just scroll to the

words "no misreading"), for anyone curious!

* * *

August 12, 2009


I just wrote and recorded a few new songs that I've

posted here threenewsongsbypauliorio903.vox.com.

(Just click to listen for free!)



The three tracks are "The Day When the Earthquake Comes,"

"Married Too Young" and "Bang, Bang, Shoot, Shoot,"

which I wrote in June and July and recorded at my home

studio in Berkeley, Calif., in August 2009.


Here're the lyrics (all songs composed, performed

and produced by Paul Iorio
):



The Day When the Earthquake Comes
Music and lyrics by paul Iorio
copyright 2009


On the day when the earthquake comes
The day when the earthquake comes
Everything will be so interrupted
On the day when the earthquake comes

My laser-disc player might become a casualty
On the day when the earthquake comes

The massage parlor will be closed to me
On the day when the earthquake comes

On the day when the earthquake comes [ba da ba ba da]
The day when the earthquake comes [ba da ba ba da]
Stocking up on tuna and low vegetation
For the day when the earthquake comes

I won't be able to play my Fender with a whammy
On the day when the earthquake comes

Won't have no time to put on my jammies
On the day when the earthquake comes

Everything will be so interrupted
On the day when the earthquake comes

Maybe I can get out of paying my bills
On the day when the earthquake comes

Can't fill my prescription for some seismic pills
On the day when the earthquake comes

On the day when the earthquake comes [ba da ba ba da]
The day when the earthquake comes [ba da ba ba da]
I want my FEMA handout well in advance
On the day when the earthquake comes

The day when the earthquake comes
The day when the earthquake comes
Everything will be so interrupted
On the day when the earthquake comes

Day when the earthquake comes
Day when the earthquake comes
Day when the earthquake comes
Day when the earthquake comes
NOTES ON "THE DAY WHEN THE EARTHQUAKE COMES":
Stylistically, sort of like "Muswell"-era Ray Davies. About
waiting for the Big Quake!

* * * * *

Married Too Young
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009


You make me wish I hadn't married a girl
I married way too young
If I had met you before I met her
We'd now be one

But we met too late
If only we'd had more time
You wouldn't hesitate
If this were 1999

We married back
when we were nothing
like we are today

You know it would've been perfect
You by my side
We shoulda waited till we found the right persons
And that time is high

The man you're married to,
A relic from a different time
We're gonna live our lives
Knowing it could've been much, much finer

You make me wish I hadn't married a girl
I married way too young
If I had met you before I met her
We'd now be one

Well, I'll just go away
Unless you want some more
We can stop wasting time
With one knock on the door


NOTES ON "MARRIED TOO YOUNG":
Ballad about a guy who meets The Perfect
Woman and starts to regret having married
someone else when he was too young to
know better. (Not autobiographical, though
I was definitely thinking of one specific woman!)

* * * *

BANG BANG, SHOOT SHOOT
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009


Bang bang, shoot shoot
Drive away, steal all the loot

Bang bang, shoot shoot
Drive away, steal all the loot

Rat a tat tat/ pow pow pow
Rat a tat tat/ pow pow
Rat a tat tat/ pow pow pow

Rat a tat tat and pow

Rat a tat tat pow pow pow
Rat a tat tat splat
Rat a tat tat pow pow pow

Rat a tat tat and pow
Rat a tat tat and pow

Bang bang zap splat
Drive away, just for the hoot

Zap zap splat thwack!
Laissez-faire means steal all the loot

Rat a tat tat/ pow pow pow
Rat a tat tat/ splat!
Rat a tat tat/ pow pow pow

Rat a tat tat and pow

Rat a tat tat pow pow pow
Rat a tat tat/thwack!
Rat a tat tat pow pow pow

Rat a tat tat and pow
Rat a tat tat and pow

Bang bang shoot shoot
Bang bang zap pow
Bang bang pow splat

Rat a tat tat/ pow pow pow
Rat a tat tat/ splat
Rat a tat tat/ pow pow pow

Rat a tat tat and pow

Rat a tat tat pow pow pow
Rat a tat tat zap
Rat a tat tat pow pow pow

Rat a tat tat and pow
Rat a tat tat and pow

Bang bang shoot shoot
Bang bang shoot shoot
Bang bang shoot shoot
NOTES ON "BANG, BANG, SHOOT, SHOOT":
Comic-bookish tune I penned after seeing the new
Johnny Depp movie "Public Enemies," which
inspired me to write a song consisting almost
entirely of words like "bang" and "zap."


* * * *



July 31, 2009

OK, as I mentioned above, my new album "BANNED MUSIC" is

now in wide release. Thanks again to radio people

from Berkeley to Santa Monica to the Netherlands who

have already aired several tracks from it and to the

thousands of people who have visited by MySpace site!



Humorously disturbing sidenote. I'm getting word that some

North Koreans have heard my song "Kim Jong-il" and are

grotesquely misinterpreting it as a paen to their

"Dear Leader" when in fact it is exactly the opposite.



Smart listeners have had no trouble whatsoever figuring out

that the track is an ironic parody of political propaganda

songs. But, unfortunately, some irony-deficient people who

have relied on a literal translation of the lyrics have

evidently gotten the wrong idea. Listen to the song

right here: ioriosong.vox.com/!



Anyone who has strong reaction to "Kim Jong-il,"

please send all derision, threats, praise, love letters and

and complicated feelings to Paul at pliorio@aol.com.


* * *

July 22, 2009


I know I'm a compulsive thanker, but I must say many

thanks to Marshall "Hussein" Stax for playing my new

song "Kim Jong-il" last week on KALX (along with my

own tribute to the NBT). Free stream of "Kim" now

posted at ioriosong.vox.com/!

Juche, baby, Juche!

* * *

Coming on July 31, "BANNED MUSIC," my new album....




* * *

July 10, 2009, update


I'm hearing from religious fundamentalists who are

telling me that they consider my recent

song "PRAY TO THE DEVIL" blasphemous.



Well, to all those offended by that song, you will get

no apology from me. In fact, my message to fundamentalists

is this: you should stop taking your religion so

seriously and should develop a sense of humor about your faith.



Not only am I keeping "PRAY TO THE DEVIL" on my new album

"BANNED MUSIC," but I'm now making it even more available

to anyone who wants to hear it in cyberspace.


Listen to (and download) "PRAY TO THE DEVIL" for free at

www.myspace.com/paulioriosongs and

and www.pauliorio.vox.com.


* * *


People have asked me how I pronounce my last name.

Answer is Both EYE-orio and E-orio are correct. I grew

up EYE-orio though the Italian is actually

E-orio, and today I use both pronunciations.

* * *
.


Just released a three-song single -- "Paradox," "Banned

Music" and "Kim Jong-il" -- in advance of the release

of my new album "Banned Music" in July.


Here're the lyrics:

PARADOX
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009

I couldn't see
Until I was almost blind

I did more
When I had far less time

Must start a fire to put out the fire, I know
Sometimes you have to walk back to go forward, I know

If you leave
You'll just arrive instead

I had more
When I had far less bread

Inject the infection to stop the infection, I know
Must start a fire to put out the fire, I know

The closer that you are
The farther away you get

Chase it for too long
You're runnin' away from it

You can only chase something for so long
Before you're runnin' from it

You can only chase something for so long
Before you're runnin' from it

You can only chase something for so long
Before you're runnin' from it

NOTES ON "PARADOX": Acoustic pop about
everyday paradoxes (e.g., one sometimes
has to walk back to go forward, one has
to start a fire to put out a fire, etc.).
I wrote this as an instrumental in
January '09, but a melody and lyric
came to me in March, and it evolved from there.

* *

BANNED MUSIC
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009

It started out a daring kind of dreamin'
I risk therefore I am

We took the train to Villa Montecito
To a no man's land

I was warned
About the border
I was told don't go

But after Villa
Montecito
Couldn't stop the adrenaline flow

I'm going past some barbed wire
I'll travel anywhere I want to

They tell me it's
A tough crossing
They'll shoot me if they really want to

ah ahh ahhh

I'm listening to Cem Karaca
And an exiled singer from the Balkans

They tell me it's banned music
They'll confiscate it if they want to

ah ahh ahhh

Deep in the forbidden zone
Where you're not supposed to go
Can't get nothin' on my phone

They want my passport
And they say it's banned music
It's banned music
Banned music

You can't take it where you roam
You shoulda left it back at home
In this country there's a bone to pick
It's the last time

And there's rifles at the checkpoint
And lots of klieg lights
Long blackjack

NOTES ON "BANNED MUSIC":A multi-part
thinginspired by the time when I was in Istanbul
and bought an album by Turkish rocker
Cem Karaca that had been virtually banned
by the government there. The very nervous
guy who sold it advised me not to show it around
when I crossed the border behind the Iron Curtain
(it was '76 and I was an adventurous teenager!).
I wrote the track last month, combining five
musical fragments I'd come up with.

* *

KIM JONG-IL
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009

I love Kim il-Sung
Bright as the rising sun
He s the chosen one
I love Kim il-Sung

I love Kim Jong-IL
Bright as a daffodil
Tall as the highest hill
I love Kim Jong-il

The Dear Leader never fails
The Dear Leader never pales
To world leaders everywhere
I love Kim il-Sung

Juce, baby, juche
Juche is my bag
Juche, baby, juche
Juche is the way
Juche, baby, Juche
Juche is my bag
I love Kim Jong-il

Juche, baby, juche

I love Kim Jong Il
Bright as a daffodil
Tall as the highest hill
I love Kim Jong Il

[simultaneously: "Juche, baby, Juche/Juche
is my bag"]

I love Kim Il-sung
He's the chosen one
Bright as the rising sun
I love Kim Il Sung

I love Kim jong il
Bright as a daffodil
Tall as the highes hill
I love kim jong il

Juche, baby, juche
Juche, baby, juche


NOTES ON "KIM JONG-IL":Ironic
parody of political propaganda songs.

* *

A couple people were wondering how I came up

with "Life's Just a Single Blast," and my

answer is, the same way I generally write

my stuff: by playing my guitar alone in my

apartment and coming up with a riff or a

melody that eventually evolves into a song.

I almost always record my 'solo jams' on tape -- and

I have over a hundred hours of tapes that show the

evolution of songs I've written over the decades.



For anyone who's curious, I've just uploaded

a recording that shows the moment when "Life's Just a

Single Blast" was born and took shape.
It's a

ten-minute tape on which you can hear me coming up with

the track's guitar riff and playing it again and again until,

around three minutes in, a melody comes to me. (The

solo session is from March 22, 2009; and you can hear me

recording verbal directions to myself into the

recorder for later reference.) I've posted it at

myspace.com/paulioriosongs, and it's titled

'HOW I WROTE SONG" -- and it's very typical

of how I come up with my songs!

* * * *


OK, folks, I just now posted a sneak preview MP3 of my

brand new song, mere hours old, titled

"BANNED MUSIC" (6/18/09).

Listen to it at www.myspace.com/paulioriosongs.

But I won't be keeping it posted online for very

long, because I want to save it for its formal

release in July. So dig in while you can!


* * *

Well, some of you have heard

my new song "Life's Just

a Single Blast" on KCRW, KALX and other great radio

stations (thanks a lot to those stations for playing

it, by the way!).



Now everyone can hear "Life's Just a Single Blast"

on MySpace. Just go to

www.myspace.com/paulioriosongs to listen to it.

I must say that of the hundreds of songs I've

written over the years, "Life's Just a Single Blast"

has connected with more listeners than any of

my other ones. And I'm real glad people seem

to enjoy it! (You can download it for free for

now -- it's on me.)


(P.S. -- I'm posting new uploads to MySpace every few

days so you can have a fresh selection of the many

songs I've written and recorded. Today I added "Time

Begins to End.")


* * * *


OK, I'm just now beginning to re-activate my

MySpace page and have uploaded my new song

"Life's Just a Single Blast" and last year's

"Besides" to www.myspace.com/paulioriosongs.

More to come.


* * * *

Many, many thanks to KCRW for playing

"Life's Just a Single Blast" last week

(May 11)!


* * * *




With that out of the way, here're the CD cover

graphics, lyrics and assorted notes for my new

songs (request a copy at pliorio@aol.com):

RED RIOT
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009

Red riot
Red riot
Red riot
Red riot

I went to a riot, an open air riot
Everyone was throwing slogans
I went to a riot, a socialist riot
Everybody took back their homes

Are you saying?
(Yes, I am)
That you can
(Yes, I can)
Take back everything
All that we used to own

Red riot
Red riot
Red riot
Red riot

We took back the tower
The crazy clock tower
We rang every bell and chime

Every bell was ringing, everyone was singing
It was liberation time

Are you saying
(Yes, I am)
That you can
(Yes, I can)
Take back everything
All that we used to own

Red riot
Red riot
Red riot
Red riot

Red riot
Red riot
Red riot
Red riot

I went to a riot
A Zapatista riot
Everybody took back their homes

NOTES ON "RED RIOT": Clashish
punk pop on acoustic guitar. About an
imaginary riot/coup. I began
writing it during the same solo session
that created "Life's Just a Single Blast"
(on March 22, 2009) -- and
revised and finished it in April.

* * * * *

WAR SUITE
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009

I lost my leg
For no reason
For a war that had no meaning at all

I lost my leg
For no reason
For a war that had no meaning at all

No meaning at all

I fought a war that was a total disgrace
It made the world a less safe place

I fought a war that was a waste of my time
Had no reason or rhyme

I was born the son of a man who fought
A war he never really bought
He wished the government had told him more
Before he joined the Vietnam War

I wasted all my life for that Iraq war
Still don't know what good it was for

Well, there are some wars that are justified
But not if you're dying for a lie

I fought a war that was a total disgrace
It made the world a less safe place

I fought a war that was a waste of my time
Had no reason or rhyme
Just a waste of my time

NOTES ON "WAR SUITE": A two-part
track -- half gospel, half Old West -- written in
the voice of a disabled war vet who regrets
having fought a war that made the
world less safe. I came up with this one
on April 11, 2009, and revised it for a
couple weeks.

* * * *

PRAY TO THE DEVIL
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009

(Oy vey, Maria!)

Pray to the devil
Like you pray to your god
Pray to the devil
You'll have the same odds

Pray to the devil
Pray like you should
Pray to the devil
It'll do ya the same good

Prayin'...
Is just wishful thinkim'
Prayin'...
Is worse for you than drinkin'

Lead us not into temptation
Unless it leads to gratification

Pray to the devil
Pray like you should
Pray to the devil
It'll do ya the same good

Prayin'...
The Lord is my schlepper
Pray or
They'll treat you like a leper

Though I walk through the valley of death
Praying's just a big waste of breath

[spoken]
You know, how do you know whether your
prayer to God doesn't go to the devil
instead? Is there a special exchange for
all this, like a phone exchange that gets you
to the right party? Is there a limit to how
many prayers you can pray per month? Are
there rollover prayers?



Prayin'...
Is just wishful thinkin', baby
Prayin'...
Is worse for you than drinkin'

Lead us not into temptation
Unless it leads to gratification

Pray to the devil
Like you pray to your God
Pray to the devil
You'll have the same odds

Pray to the devil
Pray like you should
Pray to the devil
It'll do you the same good
Do you the same good
Do you the same good

NOTES ON "PRAY TO THE DEVIL":Lyrics
sort of in the spirit of XTC's "Dear God," music
sort of in the style of Johnny Cash. I wrote it
in April '09.

* * * * * *


Well, my "Riot Noise (Off Avalon Green)" EP was

released on Mayday, but my emphasis is on the

full-length "Riot Noise" album, which I plan to

release (perhaps online) on July 1, 2009.



The full-length "Riot Noise" will include six,

maybe nine, additional songs, all performed and

produced and written by me in 2009 (it's as solo

as an album can get, for better and for worse!).


Frankly, I've been more preoccupied with

releasing my latest song, "Life's Just a Single

Blast," for which there has been more demand

than I had expected (it'll be featured on the

upcoming album).


I want to thank all the radio people who have already

played tracks from "Avalon Green" and from

my 2008 album "75 Songs."



I must admit when I first starting releasing my

songs on CD three years or so ago, I was

pleasantly surprised and very grateful that

radio people started playing my stuff. To date,

at least 30 of my songs have been aired by radio

stations ranging from California to New York to

Norway to Germany! (And those are just the

ones I'm aware of.) To quote My Morning Jacket,

I'm amazed!



When I listen to great radio stations -- like KALX,

KCRW, WFMU and many others -- I'm always humbled

by how much great music there is out there, and

I'm thankful and glad that such stations have

taken the time to play my own songs when

there is so much terrific material by others

to play!



Anyway, I'll continue to release my new

songs as soon as I write and record 'em, and

have three new ones almost ready to roll.

(I write so many songs that I sometimes

half-jokingly wonder whether the

tissue of my brain that controls songwriting

has somehow become permanently overstimulated

or something. Maybe too much Yuban!) In any

event, as I mentioned, I've almost finished

recording three new ones and am almost

done writing a few new ones that aren't

quite ready for the recording studio yet.


* * * *


Thanks a lot to KALX for playing

my new songs "Life's Just a Single

Blast" and "I Think My Phone is Tapped"

last night (4/20/09).



I must say I'm really grateful and

pleasantly surprised that people are

connecting with "Life's Just a Single Blast,"

which I started self-releasing just

a couple weeks ago and has already

generated more response than my other

songs. (You can request a copy at

pliorio@aol.com.)



By the way, my MySpace page is currently

mostly inactive (I haven't had time to

friend more than a few people -- and the

songs posted there will soon be replaced

by my more recent 2009 songs!). It will

be updated in coming months.


* * * *

Many thanks to KCRW for playing

my new song "Life's Just a Single

Blast" a few days ago (4/13/09) and

to KALX for playing my recent songs

"The Riot Noise (Off Avalon Green)"

and "You're Gettin' Played" last month!


* * *

OK, I wrote a few brand new songs last week,

recorded them over the last few days and

am releasing them now (3/31/09). The tracks are:

"Life's Just a Single Blast," "You Can See It

From Space" and "I Think My Phone is Tapped,"

and here are the cover graphics and lyrics

(you can get a copy by writing to me at

pliorio@aol.com):


LIFE'S JUST A SINGLE BLAST
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009


Watch the film of your entire life to
Play it back fast
So it only lasts a minute or two

Watch the film of your favorite day
Play it back slow
So it last 80 years to play

One moment
Is eternity
A life's just a single blast

Watch a film of a dynamite blast
Slow it down to see how long it'll last

Watch a film of your longest blues
Speed it up so it lasts as long as the morning dew
(or the evening dew)

One moment
Is eternity
A life's just a single blast

A lifetime's a single blast
A lifetime's a single blast
A lifeitme's a single blast

Life's just a blast
Life's just a blast
Life's just a blast

NOTES ON "LIFE'S JUST A SINGLE BLAST":
Stylistically, somewhere between pastoral
REM and acoustic Nirvana. The idea behind the
lyric is the fantasy of filming a person's
entire 80-year life and watching it in ultrafast
motion so the 80-year span passes as quickly as
a dynamite explosion.


* * *

YOU CAN SEE IT FROM SPACE
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009


You can see the love that's so huge between us
You can see the love, it don't take no genius
You can see the love

You can see it from space
You can see it from space (space!)

You can see love from space (my love)
You can see it from space

The sky's as black as the sky on the moon at mid-day
The sky's as black as the sky on the moon at mid-day

Come on down to the Broadway side of the Upper West Side
To see the glow of the moodlight

Come on down to the Broadway side of the Upper West Side
To see the glow of the moodlight

I'm dancin' in outer space
I'm dancin' in outer space
I'm dancin' in outer space

You can see it from space
You can see it from space (ace!)

You can see love from space (my love)
You can see it from space

[simultaneously] I'm dancin' in outer space

Come on down to the Broadway side of the upper west side
To see the glow of the moodlight

[simultaneously] I'm dancin' in outer space

Come on down to the Broadway side of the upper west side
To see the glow of the moodlight

[simultaneously] I'm dancin' in outer space

Come on down to the Broadway side of the upper west side
To see the glow of the moodlight

I'm dancin' in outer space
I'm dancin' in outer space
I'm dancin' in outer space

NOTES ON "YOU CAN SEE IT FROM SPACE":
A pop/rap hybrid partly inspired by a
conversation I once had with moonwalker
Alan Bean, who vividly described his walk
on the lunar surface, saying the sky
on the moon is the purest black imaginable.
It's also about someone whose love is
so obvious that you can see it from space.

* * *

I THINK MY PHONE IS TAPPED
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009


I think my phone is tapped
I think my phone is tapped
How you know about what I just rapped?
I think my phone is tapped

Rumors keep goin'
Around and around now
Rumors keep goin'
Around and around now
Rumors keep goin' around
Around and around now
I think my phone is tapped

Smash the phone with my guitar
Break it up with an iron bar
Smash the phone with my guitar
I think my phone is tapped

I think my phone is tapped
I think my phone is tapped
How you know about what I just rapped?
I think my phone is tapped

Rumors keep goin'
Around and around now
Rumors keep goin'
Around and around now
I think my phone is tapped

I think my phone is tapped
I think my phone is tapped
How you know about what I just rapped?
I think my phone is tapped

I think my phone is tapped
I think my phone is tapped
How you know about what I just rapped?
I think my phone is tapped

NOTES ON "I THINK MY PHONE IS TAPPED":
A folk/punk sort of thing. I think a
lot of people, every now and then, suspect,
justifiably or not, that their own phone
has been tapped by someone. But I don't think
a song has been written about the subject --
so I've stepped up to the plate!

* * * *

Many thanks to Marshall and KALX for

playing two of my new songs, "The Riot Noise

(Off Avalon Green)" and "You're Gettin' Played,"

last night on The Next Big Thing! (March 3, 2009)



Someone asked me what inspired my new

song "The Riot Noise (Off Avalon Green)." I started

writing it after walking into a riot that erupted

in Berkeley, Calif., on September 5, 2008. (I actually

ran into the riot to snap the shot that is the

cover of my upcoming album of the same name.)



In my song, the line "I don't know who threw

the chair but that was no excuse to shoot bullets

in the air" was suggested by this AP photo of

another riot, in Thessaloniki, Greece, on December

7, 2008, where violence escalated after a protester

tossed a chair at cops:


(photo: Nikolas Giakoumidis)


* * *

Coming on Mayday 2009, an album of brand

new 2009 songs by Paul Iorio called "THE RIOT NOISE (OFF

AVALON GREEN." I'm now sending out advance copies.

Here're lyrics and the cover art (photo by Paul Iorio

of an actual riot that I walked into in 2008):





L Y R I C S

The Riot Noise (Off Avalon Green)
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009


It started out a peaceful march
But suddenly the cops got harsh
Tear gas in the air
I couldn't breath

The riot noise
The riot noise
The riot noise
Off Avalon Green
Off Avalon Green

Couldn't see through all the blood
Caked up on my face like mud
The street was just a blur
I couldn't see

They put us down the very last time
We're taking to the streets with signs
The crowd began to chant
"Let him go free"

The riot noise
The riot noise
The riot noise
Off Avalon Green
(and cops chase them through the smoke rings in the park)
Off Avalon Green

I don't know who threw the chair
but that was no excuse to shoot bullets in the air

The riot noise
The riot noise
Off Avalon Green
(and cops chase them through smoke rings in the park)
Off Avalon Green
(riot noise)
Off Avalon Green
(riot noise)
Off Avalon Green
(riot noise)

The riot noise
The riot noise
The riot noise

NOTES ON "RIOT NOISE": I use feedback as sort of an
instrument here. Loosely about my experience of
walking into a riot in Berkeley, Calif., on Sept. 5, 2008.


* * *

Love to See You Swallow Hot Lies
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009


Try to harmonize like it happens every time
A lie is like the truth 'cept it isn't quite as true

Lies are so alone but have a lot of friends to show
Lies revise the facts, so I can turn the clock right back

You say
Love to see you swallow hot lies -- yeah
You say
Love to see you swallow hot lies -- yeah

Try to harmonize as if the truth was on your side
The lie said to the truth, "I'm more flexible than you"

Lie to ease the pain, I might even be that vain
Lies are like a bet that hasn't happened just as yet

You say
Love to see you swallow hot lies -- yeah
You say
Love to see you swallow hot lies -- yeeah

Hot lies!
Hot lies!
Hot lies!

NOTES ON "HOT LIES": stylistically, somewhere
between the Foo Fighters and Squeeze and
the Kaiser Chiefs. (No, it's not autobiographical;
I wrote it about a long-ago "friend" who appears
to be a disgusting liar
.)


* * *

I'm Covetin' (My Neighbor's Wife)
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009


I'm a-covetin'
I'm a-covetin'
I'm a-covetin'
My neighbor's wife

I'm a-covetin'
I'm a-covetin'
I'm a-covetin'
My neighbor's wife

I covet in the morning, covet in the evening, covet during suppertime
Covet out in Memphis, covet out in Houston, covet out in Cherrywine

Can't stop covetin', can't stop covetin', I tried and I tried but I can't stop...

Covetin'
I'm a-covetin'
I'm a-covetin'
My neighbor's wife

I'm a-covetin'
I'm a-covetin'
I'm a-covetin'
My neighbor's wife

They say covetin' leads to harder things
She's gettin's so thin she's a-losin' that ring

Can't stop covetin', can't stop covetin', tried and I tried I can't stop

I'm a-covertin'
I'm a-covetin'
I'm a-covetin'
My neighbor's wife

That Commandment was written in stone
But I ain't feeling it in my bones

Can't stop covetin', can't stop covetin', tried and I tried I can't stop
Can't stop covetin', can't stop covetin', tried and I tried I can't stop
Can't stop covetin', can't stop covetin', tried and I tried I can't stop

NOTES ON "COVETIN'": roots rocker about my inability
to stop all that covetin'.



* * *

You're Gettin' Played
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009


You're gettin' played
You're gettin' played
And you don't even know you are

You're getting played
You're gettin' played
Just like a hollow lap guitar

He's throwing money at you
But it ain't geneorosity
He's just trying to see
All that he can see

All your life
You've lived it bright
But now you're livin' blind
And you can't see what's really on his mind

You're gettin' played
You're gettin' played
And you don't even know you are

You're getting played
And he's gettin' laid
Just like a hollow lap guitar

He's paying attention to you
But it ain't curiosity
He's just trying to see if you'll fit for free

All your life you've lived it bright
But now you're livin' blind
Now you're wasting time
Now time's been unkind
And you can't see

You're gettin' played
You're gettin' played
And you don't even know you are

You're getting played
And he's gettin' laid
Just like a hollow lap guitar

You're getting played

NOTES ON "PLAYED": a Gram Parsons sort of
tune inspired by a line in the TV show
"Friday Night Lights" (a character says to
another, "You're gettin' played").



* * *

Doctor, Please Restore My Youth
Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009


When I was young I used to think
Life was endless days and endless drink
But half my life's now down the sink
The rest could go in just a blink

Doctor, please restore my youth
Is there something you can do?
Doctor, please restore my youth

I've never been this old before
And neither've you, or so I'm told
It's brand new turf for me and you
And who's to say just we'll do

I liked it more when I was young
Front-loaded all of my fun
Didn't hesitate, never wanted to
Nothing gets older faster than youth

....my youth
Doctor, please restore my youth
Is there something you can do?
Doctor, please restore my youth

Is there a premium I can co-pay
To make old age just go away?
To turn back life's odometer
To take a pill to be like before

Doctor, please restore my youth
Is there something you can do?
Doctor, please restore my youth

NOTES ON "DOCTOR, PLEASE": I was surfing on the
Internet on the evening of January 21, 2009, when
a phrase spontaneously bolted into my brain:
"doctor, please restore my youth." I immediately
thought, that would make a good song -- and
I jumped up and started humming and singing a
provisional melody for it. Initially, I wrote
the verses as rap and the chorus as a melodic
piece, but the verses soon began to evolve
melodically. By the morning of January 22, I
had a draft of the song on tape and then
added a bridge a few days later. Recorded
it in the hallway of my apartment on
January 28 and 29, and sent it out on
January 30. KALX radio was the
first to air it (on February 9, 2009). (Thanks!)


* * *


Stealin' Medication
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009


Well, I'm going to the mansions where Pfizer lives
The mansions that they built by rippin' off the sick
Gonna tell them that they can't do that no more
There's a deep discount on aisle four

I'm stealing medication
Stealin' medication
Stealin' medication
Stealin medication

Fifteen million for the corporate king
I can't even buy Bufferin
I don't qualify for no deductible
'cause CEOs are so corruptible

I'm stealing medication
Stealin' medication
Stealin' medication
Stealin medication

Well, I pledge allegiance to the flag
And to the profits for which it stands
You say, "Bleed to death, it's a Darwin zoo"
Well, lemme tellya, I'm imitatin' you when I'm

Stealin' medication
Stealin' medication
Stealin' medication

[police siren and shoplifter saying: "Hey, what
ya talking about, man? This is my corporate bonus!"]

You say, "Bleed to death, its a Darwin zoo."
Well, lemme tellya, I'm imitatin' you when I'm

Stealin' medication
Stealin' medication
Stealin' medication
Stealin' medication

NOTES ON "MEDICATION": a rap song I wrote
in January 2009. (It, too, has already had
some radio airplay.)


* * *

The Wine Song
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009


I want wine, I want wine
I want more and more and more and more and more
Wine, I want wine
I want more and more and more and more and more

I love wine when it's dry
Love it when it's wet
I love when I remember
How it makes me forget

I tend to underthink
When I overdrink
I stop paying my shrink
So I can I make a stink

I want wine, I want wine
I want more and more and more and more and more
Wine, I want wine
I want more and more and more and more and more

Wine has been around since the beginning of time
That's what god was drinking on the creation line
When Jesus got in trouble all those years ago
I hear he was buzzing from a Coppola Merlot

I want wine, I want wine
I want more and more and more and more and more

I'd rather die at fifty
A-drinkin' lotza wine
Then live to be a hundred
Boring all the time

Wine can lead to rehab, or so they say
But I can't go to AA without my Vin Rose

I want wine, I want wine
I want more and more and more and more and more
Wine, I want wine
I want more and more and more and more and more

More and more and more and more and more wine
More and more and more and more and more wine
More and more and more and more and more wine

I want wine!!

NOTES ON "WINE": Also recently aired on KALX radio!

* * *

Please Turn Me Into Rushdie
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2009


Please turn me into Rushdie
I wanna wear a disguise all around
I wanna wander from town to town
Please turn me into Rushdie

I tried to insult the Ayatollah
(I wanna wear a disguise all around)
I painted bin Laden as a drooling Chihuahua
(I wanna roam around from town to town)

I tried to be offensive and violate mores
I even said the Torah was such a crashing bore

Please turn me into Rushdie
I wanna wear a disguise all around
I wanna wander from town to town
Please turn me into Rushdie

Satanic verse, not the same as the first

I dissed the messiah, tried to be a pariah
(I wanna wear a disguise all around)
I told some snarky gossip about Jesus and Allah
(I wanna roam around from town to town)

I sacrileged for years
It fell on deaf ears
I looked to cause a riot
But nobody would buy it

Please turn me into Rushdie
I wanna wear a disguise all around
I wanna wander from town to town
Please turn me into Rushdie

I wanna be the target of
cloak and dagger plots.
And have Barack Obama
save me from those nuts.

But every time I diss a major deity
I find that nobody pays attention to me

Please turn me into Rushdie
I wanna wear a disguise all around
I wanna wander from town to town
Please turn me into Rushdie
Please turn me into Rushdie
Please turn me into Rushdie


NOTES ON "RUSHDIE": Wrote this one in
January 2009. About a guy who tries but
fails to get the religious right to
target him.



* * * *


Thanks to KALX (and Marshall) for playing my

song "Doctor, Please Restore My Youth"

the other day (2/9/09).

* * * *



* * *

OK, here's the cover art and song listings for

my "75 Songs" trilogy, now in full-release as

a 3-CD set. (You can request a copy at

pliorio@aol.com.)




* * *

Here's "75 Songs (Part 2)":



* * *

And here's "75 Songs (Part 3)."



* * *

And, for completists, there will be a 4th disc, "75 Songs (The
Outtakes)," including at least 17 extra songs that didn't make
it on the trilogy. Expect it in '09. Here's the cover art:



* * *

All told, the "75 Songs" series will feature around 95

songs and over four hours of music. All songs were

composed by me (except two of them: "Waterboardin'

USA," based on a Beach Boys tune, and "You Won't

Be Burying Me Now," based on a trad folk melody).



Much to my pleasant surprise, at least 24 songs from the

"75 Songs" series have already been added to radio

playlists in at least three countries. (I've been sending

pre-release tracks to radio people as I've recorded

them throughout 2008, and some have aired them.) I

am very grateful to all the stations that have played

my music. And I should acknowledge that KALX in

Berkeley, Calif., has led the way and really

been ahead of everybody in terms of airing my

songs. Thanks.



I must note that the "75 Songs" series would

have never seen the light of day had my pal Bill

Epps not given me the recording equipment to record

the albums. So thanks to him, too.



Let me put it this way: I've been writing songs almost

all my life, but I never had the money or the recording

equipment to properly release my music to the public

until 2006, after Bill financed a couple recording

sessions. By 2006, I had written a vast number of

original songs that had never been released. But now

that I have a recording studio at home, I'm able to

release songs at the same pace that I write them,

which I had never been able to do before. Hence,

"75 Songs," parts 1, 2 and 3.



* * *

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FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS ABOUT "75 SONGS"
(AND SOME INFREQUENTLY ASKED ONES, TOO!)



ARE THERE A LOT OF 2008 SONGS ON "75 SONGS"?

Some date from earlier this year. As I wrote the new ones,
I released them one by one to various radio stations, which,
much to my pleasant surprise, played some of 'em Stuff like
"Besides" and "Sexually Insane" and "You Won't Be Burying Me
Now" and others are of 2008 vintage.


WEREN'T MANY TRACKS ALSO ON YOUR PREVIOUS ALBUM
"ABOUT MYSELF"?


Not these versions. Every song on "75 Songs" was recorded
between August 2007 and June 2008.


"75 SONGS" IS YOUR THIRD SELF-RELEASED ALBUM?

Yes. The first two were "About Myself" and "Lime
Green Celery" (aka "Make a Noise!"), both of which
are no longer in circulation.


WHY HAVE THE FIRST TWO ALBUMS BEEN
DISCONTINUED?


Because I didn't like the production on either. It was
my fault completely. I didn't know how to use the digital
recording equipment on the "Lime Green"/"Make a Noise"
sessions, and the "About Myself" sessions were way, way
too rushed.

A lot of the songs on "About Myself" have never had a fair
hearing anywhere, because they were badly produced. That's
why I've re-recorded them for "75 Songs."


ARE ALL THE 75 SONGS YOUR OWN OR ARE SOME COVERS?

I wrote every word and every note of all 75 songs.
Except the melody of "You Won't Be Burying Me Now," which
is a traditional folk tune put to my lyrics. I was
responsible for everything from the big picture concept
of each song to the small picture production details.


I KNOW THE "ABOUT MYSELF" ALBUM IS NOW DEFUNCT. BUT,
FOR THE RECORD, WHAT WAS BILL EPPS' ROLE ON THAT ALBUM?


He was the producer/tech support person and funded
the sessions for "About Myself." Months after the
"About Myself" sessions, he also added some bass
tracks to the album, but those have all been
deleted. At those sessions, in 2005, he did make
a few minor production suggestions, and I do
appreciate them, but I have to say that those
suggested ideas have since been deleted. Simply
put, I don't do group songwriting or collaborative
songwriting and am not comfortable with it.

I think Bill still has a video of those 2005
sessions, so you can actually see him suggesting
a couple production ideas (e.g., "slightly faster,"
etc.) that have now been discarded. (The
lyric sheets in his hands are the ones I sent to
him in August 2005.) The problem with the
"About Myself" sessions is that the sessions
were too rushed.

When I arrived at the studio, Bill apparently
thought we'd have time to record only two of
my songs (or so he said to an engineer).
I quickly let him know I planned
to record 52 of my songs in the sessions.
And I managed to do it, too, though it's
obvious now that the recordings for "About
Myself" were waaayy too rushed.


photo of my pal Bill Epps (l) (and engineer Shane) during rehearsals of my songs at Paramount Studios, L.A., '05.




Bill didn't come aboard the "About Myself"
project until 05, many months after I had
already released the album on cassette tape in
early 2004.

Anyway, that's all academic now that "About Myself" has
been discontinued.



HAVE YOU EVER WRITTEN WITH BILL?

No, I've never written with Bill. (Unless
you want to count a jokey song we wrote when we
were kids, in 1975, to the tune of Neil Young's
"Tonight's The Night"!)

Frankly, I'm getting a bit sick and tired
of hearing bad information, probably spread
by his old school chums (who have no independent
knowledge of my music), that implies he might
have co-written a few of my songs.

For the record: Bill did not write or re-write
or co-write a word or a note of any of my songs, and
anyone who says differently is either a liar
or misinformed. (And I'm choosing my words
carefully here!) If you want to hear Bill's
own music, go to his own website.

Bill and I have had an explicit agreement from
day one: our separate songwriting catalogues
are completely "separate" (Bill's word). I've
sent him this very website several times and
have asked him if I'm leaving out any of his
contributions -- technical, financial or
otherwise -- and he's never mentioned anything.

(And, by the way, if you hear some rivalrous
person spreading bad info about my music, please
contact me about it at pliorio@aol.com so I can
make sure to correct the record.)


YOU'VE WRITTEN SO MANY SONGS. HOW DO YOU KEEP TRACK OF WHEN
YOU WROTE EACH ONE?



I've had a habit since 1997 of emailing
my songs to myself as soon as I've written them;
hence, almost all my songs are electronically dated
by the AOL email of my last three computers (which
I've preserved!). So there's no doubt about the
chronology of my songs and how they evolved. The
hard drive does not lie!


HOW DOES BEING DEAF IN ONE EAR AFFECT YOUR MUSIC-MAKING?

Fewer distractions.


WAS "ABOUT MYSELF" YOUR DEBUT?

Actually, I did release a 10-song cassette tape
to several critics and bizzers in mid-1998 ("Combination of the
Oceans" was on that one). I also recorded a one-song CD
of "Ten Years Ago" in 2001. Then I released the 2004
version of "About Myself" on cassette tape.


HAVE YOU PLAYED ANY OF YOUR SONGS LIVE?

No. I've never given a concert anywhere. Never even played
for friends at a party. I'm not one of those guys who has been
playing the bars and coffeehouses for years. What I have
been doing for over 35 years is writing songs on a regular
basis in the privacy of whatever apartment I've been renting.
Alone. No collaborators. No bandmates. In some years, I'd
come up with three songs a night.

Lately, however, some have expressed an interest
in having me perform live, and I'm definitely
open to the idea.


DO ANY SONGS DATE FROM 35 YEARS AGO?

No. The oldest songs are from 1979/1980, when I
first moved to Manhattan. By then, I had already been
writing for 7 years. The earliest here are "If One Rainy
Night," "You Know It Shows" (now being readied for "Part 2"),
and "Get Tied."


HOW CAN I GET A COPY OF "75 SONGS"?

You can request it at pliorio@aol.com. I hope to
offer it via various online stores in the future.


I NOTICED THE LABEL ON THE ACTUAL CD IS
ATTACHED WITH SCOTCH TAPE. IS THAT HOW ALL
THE CDs ARE BEING SENT OUT?


Yes. This is hand-made stuff, not mass-produced
banality. If you want slick packaging and production,
go buy some crap by Toto. This ain't
that.


IF I'M INTERESTED IN YOUR MUSIC ON A BIZ LEVEL,
WHO DO I CONTACT?


Contact me, Paul Iorio, at pliorio@aol.com. I'm not
represented by an agent or manager right now, no one
else is authorized to speak for me, and I own
all copyrights.

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SHORT DISCOGRAPHY


"75 Songs (Part 2)" -- December 2008

"75 Songs (Part 3)" -- November 2008

"75 Songs (Part 1)" -- June 2008

"Lime Green Celery" (aka "Make a Noise!) -- 2007
[discontinued, because I didn't like the production]

"About Myself" -- 2006
[discontinued, because I didn't like the production]

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LONG DISCOGRAPHY


"75 Songs (Part 2)" -- December 2008

"75 Songs (Part 3)" -- November 2008

"75 Songs (Part 1)" -- June 2008

"Lime Green Celery" (aka "Make a Noise!") -- 2007
[discontinued]

"About Myself" -- (2006)
[discontinued]

"About Myself" (cassette tape edition) -- 2004

"Ten Years Ago" (CD single) -- 2001

"10-Songs by Paul Iorio" (on cassette tape) -- 1998

[releases of singles not listed here because
they are too numerous to easily keep track of.]

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* * *

Many thanks to KALX in Berkeley, Calif. (and

to Marshall Stax!) for playing a couple advance

tracks -- "Make a Noise!," a rap song

I recently wrote; and my folk-pop tune "You, Walking

Away" -- from my upcoming album "75 Songs

(Part 2)" last Monday (12/8/08).


* * *


Fortunately (and unfortunately!) demand for

advance copies of my latest album, the 3-disc

"75 Songs," has far exceeded the demand I'd

originally anticipated. So I've moved the

official release date of "75 Songs (Part 2)"

from December 6 to December 16 in order to

accomodate those who have requested or

require a pre-release copy. (If you'd like a

copy of the album, please email me at

pliorio@aol.com.) Also, my apologies to those

who have tried to contact me via MySpace;

because my MySpace site is linked to a mostly

inactive email address of mine, I neglected

to check messages there for the past week or two.

So, sorry for the belated responses. I'll be in

touch with the site more often from now on! -- Paul

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Many, many thanks to radio stations (particularly

KALX and Marshall Stax) that have played my new

releases, "Split the Gray" and "Life is a Winnowing"

(11/24/08). (And by the way, everyone should check

out Marshall's great show on KALX every Monday at

6pm, must-hear radio!) The two songs are included

on my next album, "75 Songs (Part 2)," newly-finished

and slated for release on December 6th.


* * *


Thanks a lot to the radio stations (especially KALX and

Marshall Stax) that have played my new song

"The Creationist Anthem"!


* * *

OK, I recorded two new songs yesterday (10/8/08)

that I wrote last week -- "The Creationist Anthem"

and "Jean-Claude Louise" -- and have just started

releasing them. Lyrics are posted below.


* * * *


THE CREATIONIST ANTHEM
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2008


Well, God created Earth 10,000 years ago for
Jesus Christ, who owned a pet dinosaur
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

Well, Darwin's mom might've been an ape
But the last I looked, my mother sure looked great
All of creation took about six days, too
God's a fast worker, let's give him a brew

Well, God created Earth 10,000 years ago for
Jesus Christ, who owned a pet dinosaur
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

Everyone drowned in Noah's flood
And their fossils got stuck in all of that mud
Mary gave birth without a man
She was so good-lookin', God gave her a hand

There were dinosaurs in Shakespeare's time
They became extinct in 1829
Read all about it in Genesis
And take a gander at what Charlie Darwin missed

Well, God created Earth 10,000 years ago for
Jesus Christ, who owned a pet dinosaur
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

Jesus Chist, he died for my sins
Picked up the tab for all that I did

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

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JEAN-CLAUDE LOUISE
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2008


Sky
Everybody touch the
Sky
Everybody touch the sky
With your feet
Move to the beat
Come down to mirth
For all that it's worth

High
Love's the highest peak in the
Sky
Love's the highest peak
For Jean-Claude Louise
Weak in the knees
Losing oxygen
Love comes again

Jean-Claude Louise will never be the same way
Jean-Claude Louise will never be the same
Jean-Claude Louise will never be the same way
Jean-Claude Louise will never be
Never be the same way
Never be the same way

High
You can see him getting
High
He's starting to caress her thigh
He's a cheat
Heart starts to beat
Cries out for more
Four on the floor

Jean-Claude Louise will never be the same way
Jean-Claude Louise will never be the same
Jean-Claude Louise will never be the same way
Jean-Claude Louise will never be
Never be the same way
Never be the same way

Jean-Claude Louise will never be the same way
Jean-Claude Louise will never be the same
Jean-Claude Louise will never be the same way
Jean-Claude Louise will never be
Never be the same way
Never be the same way

Jean-Claude Louise
Jean-Claude Louise
Jean-Claude Louise

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Thanks to radio stations (particularly KALX

and Marshall "Hussein" Stax!) who have played

my new song "Love's the Heaven You Can't Reach."


* * * *

I've just released 2 brand new songs (8/25/08) that I wrote

and recorded last week. Here's the cover (lyrics are below):



If you'd like a copy, email me at pliorio@aol.com!



By the way, many thanks to radio stations

(particularly KALX) that played my previous song,

"Late October Chimney Smoke."



A few people have asked me about "Late October

Chimney Smoke" and how it evolved, so here's the scoop:


The title I had for around a year before

I did anything with it. And then, on a

fall-like summer day last June, as I walked

along a tree-lined street with a couple

chimneys going, the melody of the chorus

started coming to me, except the lyric

was taking a much darker turn than I

thought it would. I put the whole song aside

for a time. Then I heard Feist perform in

Berkeley in July, and afterwards I remember

thinking her voice must be one of the most

beautiful sounds on the planet, and when I

got home, the rest of the song just tumbled out.

And I wrote a final verse that changes the

meaning of everything before it. And

that's how the song came to be!


* * *


Also, here are some notes on two of my other

new songs:


LOVE'S THE HEAVEN YOU CAN'T REACH:
In early August, 2008, I had a generalized

shape of this song roiling inside my head. It

was like a hurricane that hadn't yet formed,

a sprawling, stop-start thing

halfway between "Black Dog" and "The Message,"

or "Black Dog" re-imagined as folk-rap,

with deliberately long and unwieldy lines

that slowly, over the first week of August,

I trimmed and shaped and tailored to the melody

and structure of the song, while still retaining

its purposely messy quality. I wanted a vocal

that was equal parts Allen Ginsberg and Melle Mel

and a guitar riff that was sort of Pageish.

Lyric is about my belief that we fall in

love with those who are just out of reach,

probably because they are just out of reach,

and (absent first-hand contact with the person)

we tend to imagine that she (or he) is heaven.

This one took awhile to self-produce.

Recorded my first version on August 4,

tried again on August 10, again on August 17,

and finally nailed it on August 19.


* * *


THREE MINUTE SONG:
In early August, 2008, I was listening

to some Dionne Warwick and was suddenly

seized by a melody of my own that was just

irresistible to me, and I hummed it for a

few days without having any words to go

with it. I decided to put that melody

to a lyric idea I'd had for years,

"Three Minute Song," a song that is exactly

3 minutes long because the narrator meets

his fate at the end of it. It quickly

became the story of a guy on death row

who'd just been given his final injection.

Because I wanted a distant, sort of martial

drum beat in the background, I put the microphones

far away from my drumming (which is how I mix

-- by mike placement!). Final version

recorded 8/22/08.

* * *

OK, here're the lyrics of that brand new song I mentioned:


LOVE'S THE HEAVEN YOU CAN'T REACH
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2008


I made that decision in a better head, so I'm not gonna
go back and change it now

I've never had a relationship that's lasted past what
rivals say about me to her

Hey, they're not looking after your interests; they're
just trying to split us apart

Look, you're not being cool about this at all


Love's the heaven you can't reach
Love's the heaven you can't reach
I can't reach it
It must be love
Love's the heaven you can't reach


Yeah, we were drunk, took turns reciting lines from "Howl"
from memory at that party

She's 30 but tells everyone she's 18 in base eight

She's just bursting with imagery these days; it's like
she's got syph or TB or something

She's living in a hole; the pilot light has gone
from blue to yellow (you can almost see the CO in the air)


Love's the heaven you can't reach
Love's the heaven you can't reach
I can't reach it
It must be love
Love's the heaven you can't reach


I told her to put the broccoli in the frig -- she
wasted some primo broccoli, man

Yeah, I know everybody wants her, but it doesn't
mean I don't want her, too

I'm confident around the women I don't want but
a dork around the women I do

Love's like a cat trying to fly to catch a bird


Love's the heaven you can't reach
Love's the heaven you can't reach
I can't reach it
It must be love
Love's the heaven you can't reach

Love's the heaven you can't reach
Love's the heaven you can't reach
I can't reach it
It must be love

I can't reach it
It must be love

I can't reach it
It must be love

I can't reach it
It must be love

I can't reach it
It must be love


Vocals, guitar, drums: Paul Iorio
to be released later this month (August)

---------------------

Here're the lyrics of "Three Minute Song,"

(which is exactly 3 minutes long!):


THREE MINUTE SONG
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2008


By the end of this 3-minute song I'll be a goner
At least that's what I heard the doctor and the warden say
I'm strapped to a gurney and I really want some water
Dying for a crime I never did, no way

Convicted of a murder that I never even heard of
They phonied up some stuff to make it look like it was me
I wasn't even in the state that bloody night at Nirva
The D.A. rode the case to fame politically

Sailing like a bird inside my mind
Freedom's just a dream away
Ran out of loved ones so long ago
They're graves

They found a vein and now the sodium is getting stronger
I'm fading fast and soon I won't be feeling any pain

Sailing like a bird inside my mind
Freedom's just a dream away
Ran out of loved ones so long ago
They're graves

Sailing like a bird inside my mind
Freedom's just a dream away
Ran out of



I wrote a new song on Friday (7/19/08) and released it today (7/21). It's called "Late October Chimney Smoke," and here are lyrics:


LATE OCTOBER CHIMNEY SMOKE
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2008

I smell late October chimney smoke
I smell late October chimney smoke

Trees look like explosions
It's as brisk as the ocean

I smell late October chimney smoke
I smell late October chimney smoke

The way that you are
The way that you are
When summer turns to fall
The way that you are
When summer turns to fall
The way that you are

Orange leaves in the air
Harvest everywhere

Candlelight should
Light up the burning wood

The way that you are
The way that you are
When summer turns to fall
The way that you are

Slanted sunlight on the cityscape,
just like a Matisse

It's getting darker much earlier than ever
In more ways than you see

I smell late October chimney smoke
I smell late October chimney smoke

The way that you are
The way that you are
When summer turns to fall
The way that you are

Here in Berlin
Evil smell in the wind

Smoke's not like before
It's 1944

The way that you are
When people take a fall
The way that you are

I used to love the smell of autumn, now it makes me gray
The smoke that's coming from the chimney is alarming
And I don't wnat to stay

I smell late October chimney smoke
I smell late October chimney smoke

Trees look like explosions
It's as brisk as the ocean

I smell late October chimnhey smoke
I smell late October chimney smoke

The way that you are
The way that you are
The way that you are

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RECENT RADIO AIRPLAY!

[I haven't updated this section since May, 2008,
though there have been several additions to radio
playlists since then.]

On April 27, I wrote a new song, "BESIDES," which I recorded at my home studio in Berkeley, Calif., on April 28. I sent it out and am really pleasantly surprised and grateful that some people are already connecting with it.

Special thanks to KALX in Berkeley for playing "BESIDES" and "BETTER OFF BROKENHEARTED" a couple days ago (May 5).

Also, thanks to John of the String Theory radio show for playing "MEMORY LANE (IS A TWO-WAY STREET)" last month (4/7/08).

Thanks to KALX for playing my recent self-released song
"I'll Love You Forever (But Not in This Weather)" in March
(3/6/08)!

Check out the review of my new album in the East Bay Express, posted today on the paper's website (2/29/08)!

Thanks to String Theory (a terrific radio show I'm told is associated with NPR) for playing "Combination of the Oceans" in February (2/18/08).

And thanks again to KALX for playing "Mr. Freeze is Taking Over" and "Headin' Down to the Cool Jerk" in January! (By the way, check out Marshall Stax's program on KALX; it's truly one of the most innovative in the country -- he even plays cassette tapes, if the stuff is good enough! An astonishing A&R talent, he is!)

Thanks to String Theory for playing "Combination of the Oceans" (2/18/08).


Check out my songs on London's XFM Radio website (I'm listed
in the "Newest Artists" category). Here's a link: http://www.xfmuploaded.co.uk/pauliorio (it's on their
site but not theirairwaves yet!).


Sincere thanks (again) to KALX for
playing my songs "Armageddon Time" and "The
Holy Country Song" back in November!


And thanks to KALX for airing
my limited-edition non-album single "The Ballad
of Senator Craig" a couple weeks ago and for
playing another of my new singles, "Waterboardin'
U.S.A."


Sincere thanks to WFMU for playing "PRETTY
WOMEN AT THE FUNERAL."


Thanks a lot to KALX in Berkeley, Calif., for
playing "RICH AND DUMB," the first single
from the upcoming "Lime Green Celery."


Thanks to Radio Sotra in Fjell, NORWAY, for playing "YOU BRING THE LOVE."


Many thanks to FM 95.6 in Lengerich, GERMANY, for adding "MEMORY LANE (IS A TWO-WAY STREET)" to its playlists.

Thanks (again) to Rockhouse Radio in GERMANY for playing "YOU BRING THE LOVE."


And thanks a lot to CAR Radio (north of ATLANTA, Georgia) for playing "IF ONE RAINY NIGHT."

Radio playlists that feature my songs also include tracks by such recording artists as Prince, Feist, Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Elvis Costello, Patti Smith, Tracy Chapman, Traffic, Wilco, Johnny Cash, etc.

a few of the radio playlists that've been including songs from "About Myself" and "Lime Green Celery."
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TOURING INFORMATION


Sorry, I don't perform concerts and never have! (In fact,

I've never even played at a private party.)


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LYRICS AND NOTES ON THE SONGS ON "75 SONGS (PART 1)"


1. "Better off Brokenhearted" -- alt-country-folk. Recorded and posted a new, improved version of it on 3/30/08.(Glad I copyrighted this one in '98, as certain musician friends seem to be eyeing it hungrily!)

A combination of two songs I'd written in the late 1990s ("I asked Jesus Christ for a job on the waterfront" had been a freestanding song). I was trying for a "Grievous Angel" sort of thing, a hard alt-country-rocker.


2. "I'll Love You Forever (But Not in This Weather)"
A humorous song about eternity. "The first billion years of eternity are hardest, they say..." My main influences here were Dean Friedman's "Ariel" and Sylvia Plath's "Ariel," but also the Small Faces's "Lazy Sunday" and the Kinks "Apeman." I wrote this in my apartment in Berkeley in '02/'03 and had a ball doing so!


3. "Warm Alaska Sun" -- The only song I know of about the joys of a sunshower on the way to...whereever -- in the warm Alaska sun! I thoroughly enjoy playing this one. I like how it captures the mood of being in the midst of unplanned travel, the feeling you could end up anywhere by the end of the day.


4. "Secret" -- Singled out by the East Bay Express newspaper as my best song.

I have an old tape -- one of those old-fashioned micro-cassettes -- of me coming up with this one in my apartment in Los Angeles in '96/'97 and laughing aloud as I was writing it. Inspired by both the Beatles' "Do You Want to Know A Secret?" and "A Certain Girl" with the sound of Petty and the Heartbreakers, circa '79, in mind. I finished it in '98, though I actually came up with the idea in New York in '95, after having dinner with an old girlfriend who confessed to me, confidentially, that she was a lesbian and that I could not tell anyone that secret. This version was recorded April 2008.


5. "Headin' Down to the Cool Jerk" -- A fun story song with a neat plot twist. (And that's me on drums!) I wrote this one in January 2008. Some have called it Presleyesque though I see it more in the spirit of something like "The Pina Colada Song."

6. "Time Begins to End" -- I wrote this in Berkeley between late December 2007 and early January 2008. Of all my songs, it's the most personally cathartic in that I felt so much better after writing it. Based on the very sad experience of having seen my father just before he died of cancer.


7. "Combination of the Oceans" -- A sort of psychedelic singalong! Of all my songs, this one has been ripped off in small ways more often than the others. (I'm not flattered by that, by the way.) People seem to love the part that goes, "I could show you maps of stardust and wisps of gray," and so do I.

This one came out of a crazy mood that arose from being harassed by a landlord in the New York-area in the mid-Nineties, and my feelings came out in a surreal way. I finished it in L.A. in around 1997 and put it on my very first demo tape, which I sent out in 1998 (some people still have that '98 tape).


8. "Playing With Balls" -- About the joy of playing with balls (on this round earth). No hidden agenda. I started writing this in '04/'05, but kept thinking that a song about the joys of playing sports shouldn't be as somber as I originally wrote it. So in May, 2008, I re-arranged it as a reggae tune, an arrangement I'd always had in the back of my mind. Recorded May 26, 2008.


9. "Pretty Women at the Funeral" -- One of my best songs, in my opinion. I wrote it in my apartment in Los Angeles in 1997, grabbed my tape recorder and recorded myself as I was coming up with it. Then, as I'd always do back then, I put the tape in a desk drawer and went on to write other songs. In 2003, I re-listened to that tape from 1997 for the first time since '97, and when I heard it for the first time in six years, in '03, I have to confess I just loved it.

10. "Sexually Insane" -- Hard folk, sort of Zeppelinish/Bo Diddleyish. Riff folk. Not quite as sexually explicit as Mozart's "Leck mich im Arsch" but it'll do. I wrote it on February 19, 2008.

11. "Besides" -- I'm really happy this ballad has connected with people. I wrote it on April 27, 2008, and it took only days for it to be added to radio playlists (thanks KALX!).


12. "Little Bird" -- I wrote this in 2000 after a long hike from Los Angeles to Universal City on a very warm spring day. When I climbed over the Santa Monica Mountains, I was dehydrated and saw a very little bird on the branch of a tree. And it looked like it was bursting to say hello to the whole world for the very first time! And that's how I came up with the song.

Later, I saw a flock of birds in a tree and marveled at much the flock looked like a cluster of leaves, and that's how I came up with the part that goes, "Is that a tree or just some birds..."

I first recorded it in early 2004 and then recorded it again in 2005. But I was never satisfied with either version and so re-recorded it on May 26, 2008, in a more buoyant, airborne arrangement (with a brand new bridge).


13. "Armageddon Time" -- I wrote this in October, 2007, though came up with an early version of the chorus in July, 1998. Sort of a protest song but with some neato pop overdubs!


14. "You Won't Be Burying Me Now" -- This one puts my own lyrics to a melody of a traditional Italian folk song (the lyrics are not a translation from the Italian). I know the song from a recording by Roberto Murolo, a brilliant interepreter of trad Italian folk, noted for his understated, austere delivery. (He's sort of like Italy's Tom Ze in terms of vocal approach.) Recorded May 22, 2008.


15. "Standing on the River" -- A two-part song that I wrote in the late 1990s, recorded in 2004, re-recorded in '05 and then recorded definitively (I hope) on Feb. 23, 2008.


16. "Cold Sunshine" -- I could go back to my tapes and notes and find out exactly when I wrote this one, but my best memory right now is the early 1990s (probably '92/'93), when I was living in Hoboken. I like its momentum.


17. "Mr. Freeze Is Taking Over" -- A comic book sci-fi rocker about nuclear war. Bang! Zap! Pow! I wrote it between Dec. 2007 and Jan. 2008.


18. She's Got Everything --Sort of like a Ramones ballad.


19. "Get Tied" -- Like Burt Bacharach meets the Old West. One of the first songs I wrote after moving to Manhattan in 1979 (though this one was finished in 1980). I came up with it on the roof of the Beacon in New York and included it on my earliest demo (of 1998). I recorded this version this on 2/16/08.


20. "Bluer Than You" -- "Bluer Than You" began life as a suite in around 1993, weaving together multiple parts ("She's Having an Affair," "It's Not a Dream Anymore," "25 Again," "I Fall in Love Everyday").

But I also wrote another, shorter version without the multiple parts (and had an alternate treatment called "Sometime Thing"). In 2005, I played both versions to my friend Bill Epps and asked him which he preferred, and he said he preferred the non-suite version. At the time, I agreed with him, but I'm now thinking of reviving the suite, which has an interesting unpredictability, as a bonus track for future editions of "75 Songs."


21. "I Dream By Candlelight" -- I wrote this and "Complicated Flower" on the same inspired night in 2003. Droney, dream-like.


22. "It's Kind of Cool for June" -- I penned this in the spring of 1996 in NYC. About a groom abandoned at the altar. Brill Building-esque.


23. "Better Girl" -- A merger of two songs I'd written in the late 1990s (the chorus is actually a song fragment dating back to the 1980s). People seem to enjoy the lyrics ("I drew a picture of the future in my rear-view mirror..."). Sort of like an indie-rock version of Fleetwood Mac.


24. "About Myself" -- Sort of a Song of Myself. This was on a January 1, 1994, cassette tape I made, so it's at least that old and probably a couple years older. This is a 2008 version.


25. "Death Falls Like a Sunset" -- I wrote this in almost one piece in 2005. About death (in A minor).


26. "If One Rainy Night" -- Another of my earliest songs. Written on the roof of the Beacon in New York in 1980, around a year after I first arrived in NYC.


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L Y R I C S



BETTER OFF BROKENHEARTED

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

Got more than when you started
Girl, you're better off brokenhearted
Got more than when you started
Girl, you're better off brokenhearted
Better off
Brokenhearted
Better off
Brokenhearted

I asked Jesus Christ for a job on the waterfront
He said take my advice and say what you really want
I asked Jesus Christ for a job on the waterfront
I asked him nice so I'd get what I really want

And he said,
Got more than you started
Boy, you're better off brokenhearted
Got more than you started
Well, you're better off brokenhearted
Better off
Brokenhearted
Better off
Brokenhearted

I asked Jesus Christ for a Toyota Selica
He said, "Don't be silly and don't let me catch ya
Asking for a Toyota Selica
Asking for a job on the water front"

And he said,
Got more than when you started
Boy, you're better off brokenhearted
Got more than when you started
Well, you're better off brokenhearted
Better off
Brokenhearted
Better off
Brokenhearted

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I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER (BUT NOT IN
THIS WEATHER)

Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2004

I'll love you forever, but not in this weather, they say
I'll love you forever, but just not this Thursday

If it's eternity tomorrow then let's live for today
If it's only next Tuesday, get out of the way

Eternity's so overdone
I'd rather be havin' some fun
Eternity's so overdone
Doesn't care if you've lost or won

I'll love you forever but not in this sweater, I say
I'll love you forever whatever pre-nuptials say

If I wait until Tuesday, I'll see you in bed
If I'm waiting till Friday, I'd better off dead

Eternity's so overdone
I'd rather be havin' some fun
Eternity's so overdone
Doesn't care if you've lost or won

I have a friend who was jipped of three decades, they say
The first billion years of eternity are hardest to take
If life is a bother and you don't want to be here
You just have to hold out another forty years

Eternity's so overdone
(etc.)

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WARM ALASKA SUN

Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005

We can talk about Anchorage
We could talk about Spain
But we're stuck in silver rain
In the warm Alaska sun
In the warm Alaska sun

Aleutian solutions
We're packing up our sleighs
On the tundra highway
In the warm Alaska sun
In the warm Alaska sun

Ketchican, if you can, to the morning dew
Ketchican, if you can, till the evening, too
I don't know where we're going to

In the warm Alaska sun
In the warm Alaska sun

We can talk about sunshowers
On the way to Glacier Bay
Talkeetna, Skagway
In the warm Alaska sun
In the warm Alaska sun

Ketchican, if you can, to the morning dew
Ketchican, if you can, till the evening, too
I don't know where we're going to

In the warm Alaska sun
In the warm Alaska sun
In the warm Alaska sun

[above, photo by Paul Iorio.]

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SECRET

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

She told me a secret last night
(Said I can't tell anyone, can't tell anyone)
She told me a secret last night
(Never gonna guess it, can't tell anyone)

She whispered it in my ear
She said it so only I could hear
(Never gonna guess it, can't tell anyone, gotta keep it quiet, can't tell
anyone)

She told me a secret last night
I'll tell you just a little, tell you just a little
She told me a secret 'bout a gun
I'll tell you that much, tell you that much

I've known her for fifteen years
I've known her since my first real tears
(Never gonna guess it, can't tell anyone, never gonna guess it, gotta keep it
quiet)

I'll tell you this much for sure
(I'll tell you just a little, tell you just a little)
I feel I'm gonna have to tell you more
(I can't keep it quiet, never gonna guess it)

She swore me to secrecy
I can't tell anybody but me
(Never gonna guess it, gotta keep it quiet, can't tell anyone, never gonna
guess it)

She told me something confidential
(Can't keep it quiet, can't keep it quiet)
And now I feel like I'm going mental
(Can't keep it quiet, can't tell anyone)

If she wanted such secrecy
Then why'd she have to go and tell me?
(Can't tell anyone, gotta keep it quiet, can't tell anyone, never gonna guess
it)

Well, maybe I'll just blurt it out
Tell everybody what the secret's all about
(Can't tell anyone, never gonna guess it, can't tell anyone, gotta keep it
quiet)

[outro]
Mystery woman gonna never tell anyone
(Never tell anyone, blurt it out , baby)
Mystery woman gonna never tell anyone
(Never tell anyone, blurt it out, baby)
[Repeat last line]

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HEADING DOWN TO THE COOL JERK
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2008


I'm headin' down to the Cool Jerk, baby
Headin' down to the Cool Jerk
I'm all alone, my wife's at work
I'm feelin' like a sultan Turk
Headin' down to the Cool Jerk, baby

My wife's at work, so I can do my thing
At a place that's sorta like the Bada-Bing
It's got a pole and a stage and it's kind of smoky
And tonight they're doing some nude karaoke

[chorus]

She was curvy and lean and got my attention
And I wanted to search her like a Google engine
She wore a mask covering her eyes and her nose
But nothing else on from her head to her toes

I slipped her a fifty and said there's plenty more
And she took my money and in a familiar voice
She said, "This'll help pay for the ring you gave me"
And then I realized it was my own sweet Sadie

[chorus]

She said, "What the hell are you doin' here?"
I said, "I was just stoppin' by for a beer"
She said, "I've been workin' undercover vice
And I'd bust you now, 'less you take my advice"

She said, "Don't go down to the Cool Jerk, baby
Don't go down to the Cool Jerk, baby
When you're all alone, and I'm at work
Stop feelin' like a sultan Turk
Don't go down to the Cool Jerk, baby
Don't go down to the Cool Jerk, baby
Don't go down to the Cool Jerk, baby

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TIME BEGINS TO END

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2008

These things seem to come in twos and threes
You're losing weight and then you're on your knees

It's your time to die
Wave your arms goodbye and tell me
Time begins to end in just a few

You can't understand the lassitude
You wanna put it off a week or two
You can make me cry
Wave your arms and fly away
Time begins to end in just a few

But I warned you
As I warned you now
If I need you
Then I'll miss you and how

Time begins to end in just a few

You're sleeping at the wake, you used to muse
You'd rather have a warmer altitude

It's your time to die
Wave your arms and fly away
Time begins to end in just a few

But I warned you
As I warn you now
If I need you
Then I'll miss you and how

Time begins to end in just a few
Time begins to end in just a few
Time begins to end in just a few

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COMBINATION OF THE OCEANS

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

Heaven
Heaven's a state
But heaven's kind of hellish, they say

Hell, get outta my way
Hell has got some heavenly grace

I could show you maps of stardust and wisps of gray
I could show you what you want, girl
But that would just be in the way

They changed the combination of the oceans
They changed the doors and doorknobs of the sky
They sailed the clouds and stalled the backward motion
And they pretend to want to tell you why

They boil the clouds
They paint the rain
They leash the air so none of us could stay

They tamed the birds
And burned the sky
And took our time so none of us could die

They changed the combination of the oceans
They changed the doors and doorknobs of the sky
They changed the clouds and stalled the backward motion
And they pretend to want to tell you why

I could show you maps of starudst and wisps of gray
I could show you what you want, girl
But that would just be in the way

Heaven, heaven's a state
Heaven's kind of hellish, they say
Hell, get outta my way
Hell has got some heavenly grace
[repeat]

I could show you maps of stardust and wisps of gray

[above, photo by Paul Iorio.]

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PLAYING WITH BALLS
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

Playing with balls
Playing with balls
Playing with balls

Playing wiht balls
Playing football
Playing baseball

Everyone I see is playing with balls, playing with balls
Father and son, I see, are throwing baseballs, throwing baseballs

Playing with balls
Playing with balls
Playing with balls

Playing with balls
Playing baseball
Paying the toll

On this round earth, everybody's playing with balls, playing with balls
There's just something so fun about tossing a ball, tossing ball

Playing with balls
Playing with balls
Playing guitar

Playing with balls
Playing with balls
Playing with balls

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PRETTY WOMEN AT THE FUNERAL
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005


Widow wants to know
Why there are
Pretty women at the funeral
Pretty women at the funeral

Friends already know
Why there are
Pretty women at the funeral
Pretty women at the funeral

Widow wonders quietly
Did you know him enough to care
Is there something you're not saying
Is there a reason why you're here

At the funeral
Pretty women at the funeral
Pretty women at the funeral

Friends won't let her know
Why there are
Pretty women at the funeral
Pretty women at the funeral

Widow wonders quietly
Is there a reason why you're here?

At the funeral
Pretty women at the funeral
At the funeral

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SEXUALLY INSANE
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2008


She plays spin the bottle with her wedding ring
I like the way she shakes my thing
She's going down, wearing that bling
She's sexually insane

She moves her hand beneath her tan
Shows me the whole master plan
Her husband must be a lucky man
She's sexually insane

Sexually insane!
Sexually insane!

All the time I used to think
That she didn't like to drink
Boy, I guess I had her wrong
She even swallows half the bong

Sexually insane!
Sexually insane!

I never thought she had it in her
Till I had up for dinner
Believe me, she ain't no beginner
She's sexually insane

We started eating 'round half past noon
Didn't finish till a brand new moon
Had dessert without a spoon
She's sexually insane

All the time I used to think
That she'd stop before the brink
Boy, I guess I had her wrong
She had me wailing like a song

Sexually insane!
Sexually insane!
Sexually insane!
Sexually insane!


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BESIDES
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2008


Drawn out and wasted
She left me without saying goodbye
But I've already tasted
The meaning of lonesome and high

And besides, I didn't always want her
And besides, a couple drinks and I don't care
And besides, (she was) too pretty for one man
And besides, she's walking away

I knew when I met her
That she could do better without tryin'
But I took my chances
Though I was aiming way too high

And besides, there are days I don't think about her
And besides, she never was there
And besides, I still have my dreamin'
And besides, she's walkin' away

And besides, I didn't always want her
And besides, a couple drinks and I don't care
And besides, I still have my dreamin'
And besides, she's walkin' away

And besides, there are days I don't think about her
And besides, she never was there
And besides, too pretty for one man
And besides, she's walking away

And besides, she's walking away
And besides, she's walking away
And besides, she's walking away

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LITTLE BIRD
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio


Little bird
Little bird
Fly out from the fir tree

Little bird
Little bird
Fly out, come and see me
Fly out from the fir tree

Is that some birds
Or just a tree?
Still a mystery to me
Is that a tree
Or just some birds?
Tell me, I won't say a word

Fly out from the fir tree
Little bird
Little bird

I'm not quite smart enough for flying
But you just spread your wings, it comes so naturally

Little bird, little bird
Why can't I fly like you?
Little bird, little bird
Imagine what we could do
If I could fly just like uou
Little bird
Little bird
Little bird


[above, photo by Paul Iorio.]

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ARMAGEDDON TIME
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio

In Beresford County, only preachers give thanks
The government army is rollin' in with tanks

Everybody's out of work, the teachers out of school
Everybody's sick of being treated like a fool

Armageddon time, armageddon time
Armageddon time

Mama can't afford the medication on the shelves
One of these days we're gonna steal 'em for ourselves
Shut down the chains overchargin' for the rich
Tell them to stop makin' money off the sick

Armageddon time, armageddon time
Armageddon time

It's half past high time
It's half past high time

Time
Armageddon time
Time
Armageddon time

Sometimes I'm lookin' at a beagle on the street
Half of 'em eatin' much better than me

It's half past high time
It's half past high time

Time
Armageddon tme
Time
Armageddon time

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YOU WON'T BE BURYING ME NOW
trad,
with lyrics by Paul Iorio

When death directs you downward
To the cold, cold ground
You won't be burying me now
I won't be dying

If life lasted forever
There'd be nothing rare or beautiful

You won't be burying me now
I won't go down there
You won't be burying me now
I won't be dying


When death arrives from nowhere
Walk the other way
You won't be burying me now
I won't go down there

Nothingness breeds nothing
Caught between eternities
We're dying

You won't be burying me now
I won't go down there
You won't be burying me now
I won't be dying

You won't be burying me now
I won't go down there
You won't be burying me now
I won't be dying

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STANDING ON THE RIVER

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005

I'm standing on the river
(He's just standing on the river)
I'm standing on the mountain
(He's just standing on the mountain)

Why you standing on the river?
Why you standing on the mountain?

I'm standing on the ocean
(He's just standing on the ocean)
I'm standing on the moonbeam
(He's standing on the moonbeam)

Why you standing on the moonbeam?
Why you standing on the ocean?

[transition chording]

Can't love off the ocean
Can't live off the sea, yeah
Can't live off your lovin'
But it sure makes it easier for me
But it sure makes it easier for me

Can't live off the ocean
Can't live off the sea, yeah
Can't live off your lovin'
But it sure makes it easier for me
But it sure makes it easier for me

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COLD SUNSHINE
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007


Mama used to tell me 'bout the cold sunshine
On a cold October day
She was standing up against a Humphrey campaign sign
As the ice clouds flew away

She said, "Don't let me hear you talkin' 'bout the cold sunshine,
Don't wanna hear ya talkin' 'boutthe cold sunshine,
Don't let me hear you talkin' 'bout the cold sunshine"

Sometimes you're cold, sometimes you're hot, sometimes I'm yours, you're mine
Girl, you're just like cold sunshine
Cold sunshine

Sometimes I'm hers, sometimes she's mine, sometimes I've lost my mind
Girl, you're just like cold sunshine
Cold sunshine

Sometimes I'm thinking of the day when you'll be mine all mine
Girl, you're just like cold sunshine
Cold sunshine
Cold sunshine
Cold sunshine

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MR. FREEZE IS TAKING OVER

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2008


Gamma burn nightmare in a nuclear blast
Everybody's glowin' from first to last
Can't get the pills
Can't get the stick
All this radiation is makin' me sick

Mr. Freeze is taking over
In 2022
2022!
2022!

Bang! Zap! Pow!
Bang! Zap! Pow!


Outside there's only ultraviolet rays
Everyone's been wandering for days and days
In this kind of thing
No one's a winner
Everyone's bracing for the nuclear winter

[chorus]

Geiger counter tells me to stay underground
Everyone says there's nothin left of the town
Can't help the rich
Can't help the poor
Nobody was planning for a nuclear war

[chorus]

2022
Bang! Zap! Pow!
2022
Bang! Zap! Pow!
2022
Bang! Zap! Pow!

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SHE'S GOT EVERYTHING

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

Some girls have nothing
Some girls have it all
Some girls have something
But not what you want

She's got
She's got everything
That I could want

She's got
She's got everything
That I could want
That I could want

Some girls bring flowers
Some girls bring the rain
Some girls stay for hours
Some just till the pain

She's got
She's got everything
That I could want
She's got
She's got everything
That I could want

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GET TIED
Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005

Get tied and get up
Get tied and walk away
Get tied and get up
Before tomorrow makes you go away

I was a settler
Way down in Cheshire, Tennessee
Now I'm just a bettor
From the mountains to the sea

I was alone
(Get tied and get up)
Out on my own
(Get tied and get up)
My only home
(Get tied and get up)
Was the hope of finding home
I say

Get tied and get up
Get tied and walk away
Get tied and get up
Before tomorrow makes you go away

I came to Cheshire
Before the other settlers did
I had ten acres
But lost my claim to a bid

I was let down
(Get tied and get up)
Run out of town
(Get tied and get up)
I lost my ground
(Get tied and get up)
And I hoped of finding home

Get tied and get up
Get tied and walk away
Get tied and get up
Before tomorrow makes you go away
Before tomorrow makes you go away
Get tied
Get tied


[above, photo by Paul Iorio.]
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BLUER THAN YOU
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005


You used to be like the others till the others tried to put you down
And all of the other girls, they tired to find a way to get around that town

But when tomorrow comes my way
I'll set my sails, and they'll be hued
Bluer than bluer than you
Set my sails
Bluer than bluer than you

You used to be like the kind of girl who wants to be a sometime thing
And all of the other guys, they wanted you to wear their wedding rings

But when tomorrow comes my way
I'll set my sails, and they'll be hued
Bluer than bluer than you
Set my sails
Bluer than bluer than you

And I can't make love when I'm
Bluer than bluer than bluer

Can't call it love when I'm
Bluer than bluer than you

If we're both breaking up
Then how come I'm bluer than you?

And I can't make love when I'm
Bluer than bluer than bluer

Can't call it love when I'm
Bluer than bluer than you

If we're both breaking up
Then how come I'm bluer than you?

You used to be like the kind of diamond everybody thought was a rock
But now that you've come of age, you realize it doesn't matter what they blog

But when tomorrow comes my way
I'll set my sails, and they'll be hued
Bluer than bluer than you
Set my sails
Bluer than bluer than you

But when tomorrow comes my way
I'll set my sails, and they'll be hued
Bluer than bluer than you
Set my sails
Bluer than bluer than you

You used to be like the others till the others tried to put you down

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I DREAM BY CANDLELIGHT

Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005

I dream by candlelight
Of torches in the meadow
Geysers of flame in the lake
(again)

I dream by candlelight
I dream by candlelight

I dream by candlelight
Of torches in the meadow
Geysers of flame in the lake

I dream by candlelight
I dream by candlelight
I dream by candlelight

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IT'S KIND OF COOL FOR JUNE

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005


Gone are the days and nights when we used to remember
All of the ways we tried to forget September

Gone are the days when we used to play
How could they've ended so soon?
It's kind of cool
It's kind of cool for June

The Green's kind of brown, the light's so blue from the lamplight
But the chill outside feels nothing much like you

Gone are the days that we gave away
How could they've ended so soon
It's kind of cool
It's kind of cool for June

Satin dress, still at the tailor
Invitations, girl we made 'em
A warm December when we made our plans

She never quite explained her position
She never told me why this spring turned cool

Gone are the days that we gave away
How could they've ended so soon?
It's kind of cool
It's kind of cool for June

Gone are the days that we threw away
How could they've ended so soon?
It's kind of cool
It's kind of cool for June

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BETTER GIRL

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

I drew a picture of the way that I'm feeling today
Tell you 'bout tomorrow whem I've finished my sorrow up
Never thought I'd tell you what I'm gonna say

I drew a picture of the future in my rear-view mirror
Combing my hair and rushing down the stairs all alone
Never got to living like I wanted to

I've been looking for a girl who's changed

I drew a picture of a car that's been driving me far
I've been cruising through the stars and the suns on the way to the bar
Living like a flame with the butane on

I drew a picture of a time when I can change my mind
But the five and dime and signs and wines, they all wind up
Looking 'bout the same as they never did

Well, I'm looking for a girl who's changed

What do you do when you fall in love with someone better than you?
What do you do when you fall in love with someone better than you?
Better girl
Better girl

Darw me a picture of a place that you've never been
Draw me a picture of a friend that you've never seen
Crying like a lion in a desert cage

Well, I'm looking for a girl who's changed

[bridge]
You know she/used to wear/a bargain basement gown
Now she's in/silk and lace/no longer comes around

Well, I'm looking for a girl who's changed

Looking for a girl and looking for a world that's changed
That world aint here anymore
Looking for a girl and looking for a world that's changed
That world ain't here anymore
Well, I'm looking for a girl who's changed

What do you do when you fall in love with someone better than you?
What do you do when you fall in love with someone better than you?
Better girl
Better girl

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ABOUT MYSELF

Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005

About myself!

I've seen Kosygin out on 81st and 1st and that's about myself
I've seen some trouble when she's walking down the runway, and that's about
myself
I've been to Zagreb, watched the midnight lights of a train that's been left
behind
Now I'm standing here on 46th and 7th and thinking 'bout myself

About myself!

I saw the ambulance outside of the Dakota thinking 'bout myself
I walked a narrow path on top of the volcano thinking 'bout myself
I've been to heaven on a mid-day carriage/couldn't see what I'd hope to find
But now I'm listening to the bells of the cathedral thinking 'bout myself

About myself!
About myself!

Every time I talk about you, girl, I'm really talking 'bout myself
And everytime I talk about the things we had I talk about myself
The world's a mirror that reflects the things about you that I love and I
hold so dear
So when I'm talking 'bout you, girl, I'm really just talking 'bout myself

About myself!
About myself!

[above, photo by Paul Iorio.]

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DEATH FALLS LIKE A SUNSET

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2007


Death falls like a sunset
On everybody equally
Death falls like a sunset
On everybody, even me

Did you see it fall forever
On people you'll no longer see
Did you see it fall like timber, in December
Every single month, I tell you

Death falls like a sunset
On everybody equally
Death falls like a sunset
On everybody, even me

Did you see it wilt the flowers
In the penitentary?
Did you see it block the sunlight
It gets unlight
Enjoy it every minute 'cause

Death falls, death falls

Birth comes like a sunshower
It only comes sporadically
Birth comes like a sunshower
It leads to death eventually

Did you see it bloom in deserts
Where nothing is supposed to be?
Did you see it die in springtime
when you think time/will always last forever?

But death falls
Birth comes
Death falls
Death falls
Death falls


[above, photo by Paul Iorio]



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IF ONE RAINY NIGHT

Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005

If one rainy night
A man comes knocking on your door
Please let him in and ask what for

And if he knows your girl
Set him down for some coffee
And ask him if she's still alright

And don't protest too much
You'll give yourself away
You still love that girl
No matter what you say

If one rainy night
A girl comes knocking on your door
Please let her in and ask what for
And if she is your girl
Set her down for some coffee
And ask her if she's still alright

And don't protest too much
You'll give yourself away
You still love that girl
No matter what they say


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THE LATEST INFO UPDATES


>June 13, 2008


My new album, "75 Songs (Pt. 1)," is finally finished and is being released on Monday (June 16). See top of site for details.

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>June 3, 2008


A few days ago, I released a new 3-song single featuring "You Won't Be Burying Me Now," "Playing With Balls" and "Little Bird."

"You Won't Be Burying Me Now" puts my own lyrics to a melody of a traditional Italian folk song (the lyrics are not a translation from the Italian). I know the song from a recording by Roberto Murolo, a brilliant interepreter of trad Italian folk, noted for his understated, austere delivery. (He's sort of like Italy's Tom Ze in terms of vocal approach.) Recorded May 22, 2008.

I wrote the music and lyrics of "Playing With Balls" a few years ago but could never get it right in the studio. I kept thinking that a song about the joys of playing sports shouldn't be as somber as I originally wrote it, so last month I re-arranged it as a reggae tune, an arrangement I'd always had in the back of my mind. Recorded May 26, 2008.

"Little Bird" is one that I wrote in 2000 and first recorded in early 2004 and then recorded again in 2005. But I was never satisfied with either version and so re-recorded it last month in a more buoyant, airborne arrangement (with a brand new bridge). Recorded May 26, 2008.

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>June 1, 2008


I had posted over 60 of my songs to vibecat.com but, unfortunately, vibecat doesn't exist anymore, so I'm busy re-posting the songs to a new site.

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>May 18 - 23, 2008



For those of you requesting copies of "About

Myself," my first album, released in 2006, and

my second album, 2007's "Lime Green Celery"

(aka "Make a Noise!"), please hold on, because

songs from both of those albums will soon be

re-released, in re-recorded form, on a brand new

double-CD (with a third CD of b-sides) titled

"75 Songs By Paul Iorio." It will available this

summer, and you can hear many of the tracks online

now at www.vibecat.com/pauliorio.



I've already released part of the new album to

several people, and some of the tracks have

already been added to radio playlists. (Thanks to

everyone who has played them!)



With "75 Songs," I'll have absolutely nobody to blame

if it doesn't connect with listeners. All the production,

engineering, mixing and mastering will be done my me.

As has always been the case with my previous work,

I, of course, wrote all the music and lyrics of all

songs. (Not to put too fine a point on it, but not only

did I write every line of every song, I wrote every

word and aside -- and every melody, too (for better and for

worse!), just as I did on my previous albums. All revisions and

additions and subtractions and arrangements to every song are,

as they have always been, my own.) The only

element contributed by someone else is the financing,

made possible by a generous contribution from old pal

Bill Epps.



[Bill produced the "About Myself" sessions of 2005, but those

sessions were too rushed to produce anything usable; at those

'05 sessions, I brought 52 of my own songs to the studio

while Bill manned the soundboard and recorded my performances

of them in two short days. Because we didn't spend enough

time on it in '05, those '05 recordings have now been

demoted to rehearsal tapes. Anyone who sees Bill's videotape

of the '05 sessions will see that he barely had time to

adjust the microphones (and it's obvious now that the

few production suggestions he made, on around

two or three of my songs, were too hasty and ill-considered,

which is why those suggestions of his have been deleted

in the new recordings.]



The only thing delaying the new album is that I keep

coming up with new songs all the time (I wish someone

would write a self-help book on "How to

Stop Yourself From Writing Songs If You're a

Compulsive Songwriter"). My latest, "Besides," has

generated more response than I expected; and today,

I wrote a new one that I'm excited about, "You Won't

Be Burying Me Now."



So all this might take awhile. More updates later.


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>March 31, 2008


Yesterday I finally cut a version of "Better Off

Brokenhearted" that I think works. It's already up

at the vibecat site!


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>March 22, 2008


Just a note to those who know who I'm talkin' about:

I have a friend who has a habit of updating his own

old lyrics with bits of my own newly-released lyrics,

while still claiming the old date for his work.

Hence, to the unaware, he wrongly makes

it look like I was inspired by him instead

of vice versa. Not cool.


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>March 15, 2008


Yesterday I wrote a new song, "King Penis of Planet Zero,"

and today I recorded and posted it to the Vibecat site. I

had a lot of fun with it -- hope you enjoy it. Here

are the lyrics:


KING PENIS OF PLANET ZERO
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2008


Oh, King Penis!
Oh, King Penis!
Of Planet Zero
Of Planet Zero

King Penis is such a drag
He makes me shine his shoes with his rag
Since he took over I have no worth
Now he's ruling all of planet Earth

Oh, King Penis
Oh, King Penis
Of Planet Zero
Of Planet Zero

King Penis makes me work for food
King Penis makes me sing the blues
One day I'm gonna put him in his place
But he's protected by his man Ghostface

Ohhhhhhhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh
Ohhhh Ahhhhhhhh Ahhh

King Penis and Baron Chop
They stuff their faces and feed us slop
He puts Polonium on his steak
Back on Zero, he's the biggest fave

Oh, King Penis
Oh, King Penis
Of Planet Zero
Of Planet Zerooooo
On Planet Zerooooo
On Planet Zerooooo
On Planet Zerooooo

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>March 14, 2008

Yesterday I came up with a couple new songs,

"Chasing a Rainbow" and "King Penis of Planet

Zero," and have just posted the former to the

Vibecat site. It's a brief song -- here're

the lyrics:


CHASING A RAINBOW
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2008

Hey!
Where ya goin'?
I'm chasin' a rainbow

Hey!
Where ya goin'?
I'm chasin' a rainbow

Closer that you get, it gets harder to find
Pretty soon you're thinking that you're losing your goddamned mind

Hey!
Where ya goin'?
I'm chasin' a rainbow

Closer that you get, it gets harder to find
Pretty soon you're thinking that you're losing your goddamned mind

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>March 11-14, 2008



One reason I'm very glad I included "Combination of the Oceans"

on my 1998 demo -- my very first demo -- is because it publicly

and indisputably dates the song (there are people who still

have that tape after all these years!). And that's sort of

a relief because at least one band and one singer/songwriter

(who both shall remain nameless) have since knicked bits

of "Combination of the Oceans" -- and needless to

say, I'm not very pleased about that. But the good thing is

the California band in question recorded its slightly

derivative song in 2000, two years after my demo was

released. And the unsigned singer-songwriter in question

has just now made his song public (on his website), though

he appears to be suspiciously back-dating his lyrics

(unfortunately for him, he didn't bother to back-date it

far enough, because his date still makes my song a year

older than his; perhaps he didn't know about my '98

demo). Same situation with "Better Off Brokenhearted,"

for which I also have a '98 copyright (which makes it at

least two years older than the lyric-bits by the

aforementioned singer-songwriter that are somewhat

derivative of my song). There are a few

people out there who know exactly who I'm talking

about, and you are doing that person absolutely no

favor by allowing him to lie (particularly when

all I'd need are my last few computer hard drives,

which I have, to prove incontrovertibly he's a liar).


- - -


>February 20, 2008


Finally, everybody is going to get clean versions of

the 52 songs I wrote for my debut album, "About

Myself." Since 2006, it's been bothering me that

several of the major songs on "About Myself" had

technical errors or were hastily recorded. (It

wasn't producer William Epp's fault; it was the

result of trying to record 52 songs in a mere

two days at Paramount Studios in L.A.) Now I'm

personally re-recording my songs for that album,

this time without the technical glitches or missed

chords that were on the Paramount tapes!



Also absent is William's background bass playing,

which he added as an after-thought months after

the sessions. William himself admits that he

cannot and does not play the bass guitar, so I think

it's best that the bass (which was too high in

the mix in some cases) is now gone from the album.

As I've told him, I never thought it was a good

idea to put an electric bass on an acoustic

album that was essentially a songwriter showcase.

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>February 19, 2008


I've just now posted my latest song, "Sexually Insane," to

www.vibecat.com/pauliorio. I wrote and recorded it this morning

at my home studio in Berkeley.
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>February 10, 2008

There seems to be renewed interest lately in

"Warm Docking at the Shrine," which I wrote and

released last fall as part of a 3-song

single. Yes, I did write a previous song

in 1998 called "Warm Docking at the Shrine,"

but the new "Warm Docking" has nothing

to do with the old version. They share only

the same title. I came up with the line

"Warm Docking at the Shrine" in a story that

I wrote for the San Francisco Chronicle

newspaper, and as soon as I came up with the

title, I knew that it implied a terrific song.

My first try to create a song around it

was in '98; a few months ago, I threw out

that song and wrote a suite-like multi-part

thing, and that's the only version in release

right now.



>February 5 - 7, 2008


Thanks again to the radio stations that have

played my new songs "Headin' Down to the Cool

Jerk" and "Mr. Freeze is Taking Over" last week.

Both songs, along with 19 others, are now online as MP3s at:

www.vibecat.com/pauliorio.


Enjoy!

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FOR THE RECORD (to correct bad info): My first

album was not a collaboration in any

substantive sense -- unless (to use an analogy) you

also consider, say, Bob Dylan's "The Times They Are

a-Changin''" album to be a collaboration between

Tom Wilson and Dylan. I mean, is "Mr. Tambourine

Man" a Wilson/Dylan collaboration? I don't think

anyone would say that. I mean, I'm certainly not

comparing myself to Wilson/Dylan but, analogously,

the structure of that first album was the same:

straightforward acoustic songs that required very

little production.



Thankfully, I've had a habit since 1997 of emailing

my songs to myself as soon as I've written them; hence,

almost all my songs are electronically dated by the AOL

email of my last three computers (which I've kept!).

So anyone can see, for example, that "Doctor Says" was

written by me in final form in 1998. Or that I completed

"Standing on the River" in 2003 (minor production

changes William made to that song have since been

deleted). So there's no doubt about the chronology of

my songs and how they evolved. The hard drive does

not lie! (By the way, keep in mind that the

producer of my first album didn't come onboard

until '05.)



>January 21, 2008

It was around 10 years ago today that I

first sent my songs out to another person,

though I'd been writing songs for

more than 25 years by that time.



The '98 demo started off as a primitive, 8-songer

on a cassette tape, recorded on a 4-string guitar

in my bathtub, and evolved into a 10-song demo.


Here's the original demo (the word "Costello" refers to the fact that I later recorded some songs by Elvis Costello on the tape.


Here's one of the lyric sheets for the '98 demo:


And here's another:



I sent the demo to a few labels in '98

(here's a response I got from one):





The songs on the '98 demo, along with hundreds of

my other songs, would remain in my desk drawer

for another 6 years, until I put out another

cassette tape called "About Myself," featuring 52

of my songs, in 2004. The next year, in '05, a

friend I hadn't seen in decades, Bill Epps, stopped by

and generously agreed to fund a CD version of my

cassette tape album. And that's how that CD

came to be.



Anyway, I have a complete set of emails in my

AOL Filing Cabinet (on my previous computer)

spanning the 1997 to 2005 period that show, step

by step, how I wrote the "About Myself" album (I

always email all my lyrics to myself in order to

keep them stored; that also serves to show, through

electronic dating of the email, when I wrote

the lyrics.) Among those emails are the ones

in which I sent William my songs and song lyrics

for the first time (he didn't receive copies of

my songs until late August 2005, a couple weeks

before the recording sessions in Los Angeles, according

to the emails in my AOL Filing Cabinet, and

by then I had completely finished writing the songs).



And it's plain to see from these emails that

all my songs were in finished, final form

before William ever heard them.



I may post some of those emails next year as part

of an archival/timeline section of this website.



>January 15, 2008


I just wrote my first songs of 2008 and

recorded them last Sunday at my home studio

in Berkeley.



The songs are "Goin' Down to the Cool Jerk,"

"Time Begins to End" and "Mr. Freeze is Taking Over,"

I've put them together on a 3-song single that

I've just started sending out. (They'll also be

included on my third double-album, which I'll

release in the spring.)



Here are the CD's cover graphics and lyrics:




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>January 3, 2008


Happy new year everyone!




>December 2 - 15, 2007


Someone asked me the other day whether I write my

songs with musical notation. The answer to that

is an emphatic, "No!" I have never written any of

my songs using musical notation or sheet music

(in fact, I wouldn't know how to do it and, further,

sometimes I don't even know the names of the notes

I'm playing). And if there were sheet music for

my songs, I wouldn't know how to read it.



Below is a typical example of how I write out

my music; here is my own "sheet music" for my

song "It's Kind of Cool for June" (note how I

indicate bar chords by drawing their locations

on the fretboard; I know the names of some

non-bar chords). This is the only way, by

the way, my songs have ever been written in notation

(all text and changes to text were written by me):



Below is another example of "sheet music" I wrote for

one of my songs, this one for "Better Girl,"

completed in 2004 (copyrighted in '05), a year or so

before William came onboard the "About Myself" sessions.

Here're pages one and two of the song (all text and

changes to text were, again, written by me):






And here's a third example of my sheet music,

this one for "Doctor Says She's Gonna Come Home

Tonight" (when I'm not using bar chords, I can

identify basic chords like C, G and A minor by

their names). I wrote this one in the late 1990s

(all text and changes to text were written by me).




And here's how I wrote down another of

my songs, "Come on Like a Song," which

I wrote in '93 after a bad winter.

[Note: While I'm flattered that people seem to

like my line "poverty's what happens when you live

so honestly," I'm not at all flattered that

a newspaper writer in San Francisco ripped off that

line for some deadline news story he was writing

in late 2005. For the record, the only version

of this song in circulation was recorded (with that

exact line) on September 17, 2005, in Los Angeles,

after having been distributed throughout 2004 on a

discontinued cassette tape edition of "About Myself";

the newspaper story that stole my line appeared

much later.]



And here's yet another one, "You Know It Shows,"

which I wrote in the fall of 1980, when I was working

at Dell Publishing (and I've been singing it ever

since!). The song hasn't changed at all in 27 years,

except for one line -- "right through her dress" -- which

I came up with and added in June 2005 (I thought the

new line would drive home the fact that the lyric

refers to a pregnant woman; as you can see on the page below,

I added the line months later on the lyric sheet in

uncharacteristic block letters). I tended to write my

songs of '79, '80 and '81 on the roof of the Beacon in

New York, which is where I wrote this one, and it was

in some sense about a (non-pregnant) woman who I had

a crush on at the time and about how hard it was to not

show that I felt that way. (All text and changes to

text written by me.)



And another one. Of all the songs I've written,

"Little Bird" is one of the most fun to play, because

of its unadorned simplicity. This one came from

dehydration; after a very long hike through the

Santa Monica mountains to Universal City on a hot

day in the spring of 2000, I saw a very small bird

in a tree that came all the way out on a branch, as if

it were saying hello to the world for the first time.

Later, I saw a flock of birds in a tree, and I

marveled, in my dehydrated state, at how the birds

looked like a structural part of the tree. As soon

as I wrote it in 2000, I emailed the lyrics (the

same lyrics you see below) to myself -- and I

still have that email in the Pesonal Filing Cabinet

of my previous computer!


Anyway, here's my "sheet music" for it (all text and

changes to text written by me):




And yet another Paul song! This one is "Complicated

Flower," which I wrote in 2003 after seeing a flower on

Russell Street in Berkeley that was both fascinating

and contrived-looking. It looked like it had been

designed by committee but it was a real flower, a

complicated flower. Here's a picture I shot of the

actual flower that inspired the song!



And here's my "sheet music" for "Complicated

Flower" (all text and changes to text written

by -- you guessed it! -- me):





OK, here's another. It's called "Get Tied," and I hardly

needed to write down any chords because I've been singing

this one since I wrote it in 1980 in Manhattan (it was one

of the ones I wrote atop the Beacon in New York). When it

came time to record it in 2005, William kept calling it

"Get Tight" for some unknown reason -- I named it "Get Tied"

in '80 and that's been its name ever since!





I always use a tape recorder in

writing my songs and tend to keep the development

tapes so that later I (and you) can hear the evolution

of the song from its earliest incarnation to its final

form. In some cases, I can pin down not only the date

but the minute when I wrote the song because in the

background you can hear "Nightline" or another news

program as I write the song on guitar. My

producer on "About Myself," William Epps, recently told

me in a phone conversation that, after we had already

recorded my songs, he had done a post-recording notation

for some of my songs (hey, I didn't even ask him to do

it, either!). It's apparently fun for him (I bet he'd

do a notation for the Beatles's "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely

Hearts Club Band" if he had the time!). But, no, I don't

write using musical notation. Never have.



By the way, Bill videotaped parts of the

"About Myself" sessions of '05, and those who

see it can see the few production suggestions he

made (those suggestions have since been discarded,

by the way!). Only part of video that is a bit

puzzling: at one point in the video, Bill obviously

misspoke, his camera rolling again, when he told

his sound engineer that "Paul wrote

two of the songs" on "About Myself"; Bill obviously

meant to say that "Paul wrote all fifty-two songs" on

"About Myself" (that's how many we were going to

record, initally). I explicitly corrected Bill about

that, on video, a minute later, saying "I wrote all fifty-two

songs, not two songs," but somehow I think my correction

wound up on the videotape cutting room floor while his mistake

ended up in the video. (I'm sure he wasn't trying to

swindle me out of part of my songwriting catalogue, which

took me most of my life to write; I think he just

misspoke. Keep in mind that it was Bill who said

that erroneous bit about "two songs" -- I didn't

say that.)



Also: as a point of contrast, here are the lyrics

of 5 songs written solely by William Epps for one

of his own albums. You can compare and contrast his work

with mine, and anyone can easily see how different our

two separate bodies of work are. Nobody smart would

ever mistake a William Epps song for a Paul Iorio song!


______________________


>November 24, 2007


Well, it's been exactly 2 years since I sent out my

music on CDs for the very first time, and in that

span, at least 9 of my songs have been added to

radio playlists in at least 3 countries. I'm extremely

appreciative of that and very pleasantly surprised,

and I want to thank all the radio people out there

who have been playing my stuff! And I hope

I'm able to come up with new material in the future

that's also right for your shows and stations.



Also: a gigantic thanks to the radio stations that

have been playing my two new songs, "Armageddon Time"

and "The Holy Country Song," in the last several days.

I hear the latter song is even causing a bit of

controversy (and I think that's a good thing!).




>November 15, 2007


Just wrote a new song on Sunday and started

releasing it a couple days ago. It's called

"The Holy Country Song" and its lyrics are

posted below.

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>November 5, 2007


I've written and recorded several non-album

singles in the past few week, so I'm now

collecting them for a limited-edition

second-disc of "Lime Green Celery."


Yesterday I recorded yet another new song,

"Warm Docking at the Shrine," a multi-parter

that I'm just now sending out.


Last week's single, "Waterboardin' U.S.A.," has

already seen some radio play -- and I couldn't

be more thankful to those who've aired it!



>October 19, 2007


I'm coming up with lots of new songs that

don't have anything to do with the new

album. Must be the jalapenos!

"In the Moodlight" and "Forgotten by Name"

are in gestation. "Warm Docking at the Shrine,"

a multi-part thing, is almost finished.

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>October 16, 2007


Just released a new single to radio, "Chasin' You,"

from the album. Am surprised people are responding to

this one more than to some of the others, but they are,

and so I'm sending it out seperately.


Here's the cover art:


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>September 4, 2007


Over the Labor Day weekend I recorded two

new original songs that aren't on the new

album, and they are: "Drunk Driving Music"

and "Murder on Harmony Lane" (lyrics are

posted in the lyrics section of this website).


P.S. -- I recently heard a rumor that I

was actually the writer behind some of the songs of

my brother, Jay Iorio (who has a music career that

is completely independent of mine). Not true. Jay

writes his own songs, and I write

my own songs, and we don't collaborate

at all or share any material. (In fact, the

last songs of his I've heard are the 12 he

self-released back in 2000.) By the way, if anyone

out there hears that rumor, please fee free to

contact me at pliorio@aol.com to let me know

who the source of it is (so I can have a little

talk with that source!).


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>August 13, 2007


"Lime Green Celery" has just been released. A

lot of people have already requested copies and

I'm trying to send them out as fast as

possible.


Anyway, here some info about the 22 songs on the CD:

"(The Overwhelming Weight of) the Water Blue Sky" --
The title came to me on the way back from grocery
shopping, and I wrote the lyric on the back of a
Safeway receipt dated October 21, 2006 (see below). As
I carried home my groceries, this line went through
my head: "When the overwhelming weight of the water
blue sky comes crashing down." For months, all
I had was the chorus, and then a chord progression
emerged for the verses, and lyrics emerged from the melody.



"You, Walking Away" -- I've always had fun
playing this one and wrote it with a certain
female vocalist in mind. Reminds me of
the first cool day of fall. I wrote it around 2002.


"Rich and Dumb" -- Originally folk rap that
started "Smart and poor won't open any doors,"
though the chorus has remained the same. Circa 2003.


If I Thought 'bout Getting Around:
For a decade or so, I had the musical phrasing/melody/shape
of the chorus but had no words for it, so (as I always
do) I let the words emerge from the ooze, always favoring
sound over sense. I wrote much of this one in the
1990s, when I first came up with "You Bring the Love"
(from "About Myself"). A roots rocker.


It's Good for the Roses:
I wrote this after being robbed at gunpoint one
afternoon on my way to a Lucinda Williams concert
in San Francisco in June 2005. I like the tension in
this one. Definitely influenced by Bruce Springsteen.


Last Night's Moon:
This is the only song I've heard about a moon that
lingers into the next day (and the relationship that
was attached to that moon the night before). Sort of
CCRish. (And regarding those sound effects in the intro:
I was trying to overdub a wolf howling but it ended up
sounding enigmatic, so I kept it, but might not in future
editions.)


Doncha Sleep
It may sound pretentious to say this but it's factually
true: I woke up one morning with the chorus of this song fully
formed in my head, so I grabbed my cassette recorder
and sang it on tape before it disappeared.

And that's generally how I write; songs come to me and I
immediately grab a tape recorder and record
them on tapes like these:




Make a Noise!
Folk rap. Couldn't find any drums so I used
the fretboard for scratch effect.


This Skull
Inspired by Shakespeare's gravediggers in "Hamlet."
Written in the summer of 2006 when my dad was dying
and I was suddenly reading lots of Shakespeare.


Somebody's Lover
I think this is one of the best melodies I've written.
Because of the chord changes, it's difficult for me
to play this one but somehow I got it right on the
take used for this album.


Long Story Short
Brief.


Just Tell Her You Love Her
"If you really wanna get rid of her, just tell
her you love her" goes the lyrics. "I Don't
Believe You"esque. I wrote this one in 2003
in my apartment and had a lot of fun coming
up with the chorus. I put the rough draft on
tape but came thisclose to losing the tape.


Things Denied in Youth
I wrote the original version of this in 1981 in
New York City, and it was one of the songs I
wrote in my first three years in New York,
from '79 to '81 (among them "If One Rainy Night,"
"You Know It Shows," "Get Tied," "Chasin' You,"
part of "Drowning Man," etc.). I also used the
title phrase in a story I wrote for the East
Village Eye newspaper in 1984 (see below).



I Wanna Die (I Really Wanna Die)
Written in 2006.


Chasin' You
Another one I wrote in my first few years in New York.


I Guess You Heard About the Pain
Originally intended for "About Myself."


Drowning Man
I wrote the chorus at the Beacon in New York in
1980 ("You don't save a drowning man/when he's
reached the shore/'cause when he's reached the
shore/he don't need you anymore") but wasn't able
to attach it to a suitable verse and arrangement
until I was walking down a Berkeley street in 2007
and started spontaneously humming the melody of the verse.


Lime Green Celery
This funk fragment also came to me on a walk through
Berekely in 2007.


Madness (in Room 6J2)
This one sort of rolled off my tongue in one piece.


Cold Sunshine
Another one that was marked for "About Myself"
but didn't make it on the album. I wrote it in the
early 1990s.


Death Falls Like a Sunset
Wrote this in '05.


Up in the Puzzle Tree
Puzzle Trees actually exist and their branches
sort of resemble verticle mazes. It always
puts me in a good mood to sing this one.


Drunk Drivin Music
Released as a 2-song single; may be included
in some future editions of the album. I wrote
the chorus years ago, in 2003, and always
loved the concept, but didn't flesh it out
until Labor Day weekend 2007. A bonus
track on some copies of "Lime Green Celery."


Murder on Harmony Lane
Released as a 2-song single. I wrote
this one in 2004. After several
hours of playing guitar in my apartment, I
started strumming a chord progression that
became what I originally called "Born Clean,"
which then evolved naturally into the "murder
on Harmony Way" chorus. Put it on a tape
in my closet for three years, until Labor Day
weekend 2007, when I prepared it for release.
A bonus track on some copies of "Lime Green
Celery."


All music and lyrics by Paul Iorio. Copyright 2007.
Guitar, vocals, sound effects: Paul Iorio. Produced
by Paul Iorio. Recorded at Paul's home studio in
Berkeley, Calif., August 11 and 12, 2007. (Thanks
to Bill Epps for invaluable advice and support!)

__________________________________________________


August 4, 2007


I'm now sending around the new album's

first CD single -- a three-song single

that includes "Rich and Dumb," "You,

Walking Away" and "(The Overwhelming

Weight of) the Water Blue Sky." ("Rich

and Dumb" is already getting radio airplay!)


The rest of the album, a 22-songer, will

be released by mid-August.

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August 11, 2007

I'm holed up in the home studio recording the new

album, "Lime Green Celery" -- eight songs

finished, around dozen to go. Self-producing this

time. The album will be out in days.

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>July 19, 2007


Well, my upcoming second album, "Lime Green Celery,"

is already off to a promising start, even though

only a handful of advance copies have been released

on cassette tape so far.


Its first single, "Rich and Dumb," has already been

aired on top college radio station KALX in Berkeley,

California (many thanks to Marshall Stax for playing

it!).

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>july 17, 2007



Much to my surprise, my debut album, "About Myself,"

released around a year-and-a-half ago, seems to be

reigniting, even though I stopped sending it out a

few months ago.


In recent weeks, songs from the album have been

getting airplay, most notably on WFMU in New

Jersey (my favorite radio station on the planet,

by the way!). Sincere thanks to Steve Krinsky

for playing "Pretty Women at the Funeral" -- and to all the

others for adding songs from the album to their

playlists!


Because of the new interest in the album, I'm going

to start releasing "About Myself" again for a

limited time, this time in its complete, 43-song,

two-disc edition.

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"Lime Green Celery"

the next album by Paul Iorio

will be released later this month.

All songs by Paul Iorio
Produced by Paul Iorio
Vocals, guitar: Paul Iorio

copyright 2007





LIME GREEN CELERY (Side A)


1. You, Walking Away

2. Doncha Sleep

3. Make a Noise!

4. This Skull

5. Last Night's Moon

6. Somebody's Lover

7. Just Tell Her You Love Her

8. It's Good for the Roses

9. If I Thought 'bout Getting Around

10. The Things Denied in Youth

11. I Wanna Die (I Really Wanna Die)

12. Rich and Dumb

13. The Overwhelming Weight (of the Water-Blue Sky)

14. Long Story Short

15. Lime Green Celery

16. Chasing You

17. I Guess You Heard About the Pain

18. You Don't Save a Drowning Man

19. Madness (In Room 6J2)

20. Cold Sunshine

21. Death Falls Like a Sunset

22. Up in the Puzzle Tree



LIME GREEN CELERY (SIDE B)




23. Murder on Harmony Way
24. Armageddon Time
25. Warm Docking at the Shrine
26. Waterboardin' U.S.A. (based on
Chuck Berry/Brian Wilson's "Surfin' USA")
27. I Shot Osama bin Laden
28. The Ballad of Senator Craig
29. Drunk Drivin' Music



I intended to include four of these songs (tracks 16, 17, 20 and 21) on my first album, "About Myself," but didn't have room for them.]

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Lyrics of the "Lime Green Celery" CD (plus non-album singles)



THE HOLY COUNTRY SONG
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio

copyright 2007


Don't you hate all of those country songs
Saying, "I am the way and the light"

That "Jesus Christ is comin'
And everything'll be alright"

They say, "The Lord is my savior/
Won't you do me a favor, and get me into heaven tonight"

I heard them thankin' Jesus
On the CMAs last night

I heard them thankin' Jesus
On the CMAs last night

They talk about resurrection like it was an erection
Natural selection ain't right

"Don't talk that evolution/
Creation just took one night

The Ten Commandments make you a helluva man/
And I believe the ones I like

Though shall not go a killin'
Except when you're havin' a fight"

I heard them thankin' Jesus
At the CMAs last night

They can't have some nook
Because some boring book with badly translated text

Says you can't commit adultery
Or have recreational sex

Well, Jesus Christ put up a helluva fight
Takin' heat for what I done

Enabling bad behavior
So I'm forgiven for my fun


I heard them thankin' Jesus
At the CMAs last night

I heard them thankin' Jesus
At the CMAs last night


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THIS SKULL
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2007

Walking through the graveyard
The way I sometimes do
Thinking 'bout life and when it's through

Kicking a rock and found it was part of

A skull
It used to make a noise
This skull
It used to have a voice
This skull
It used to have a tongue
I wanna be the last one to turn out the lights
This skull

Walking 'neath the trees and falling leaves
Appreciating things I'd never seen

Shouting while I can before I become

This skull
It used to make a noise
This skull
It used have a voice
I wanna be the last one to turn out the lights
This skull
It used to make a noise
This skull
It used have a voice
I wanna be the last one to turn out the lights
This skull
This skull
This skull

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LAST NIGHT'S MOON
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2007


Last night's moon still lingers today
But that still makes it last night's moon

Last night's moon still lingers today
But that still makes it last night's moon

We broke up last night
In the light of that moon
The crescent's still up in the sky today
But that don't make it anything but

Last night's moon still lingers today
But that still makes it last night's moon

Your lies were so clear
In the light of that moon
The moon's still up in the sky today
But that don't make it anything but

Last night's moon still lingers today
But that still makes it last night's moon

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RICH AND DUMB
(music and lyrics by Paul Iorio)
copyright 2007


Well, my job's a bore
It gives me hypnotism
And he's just the boss
Because of nepotism
He got his job by working for his dad
But that's not half of what's making me mad

(What you say?)

Rich and dumb
(you gotta work work work work)
For the rich and dumb
(you gotta work work work work)
Rich and dumb
(you gotta work work work work)
You gotta work for the rich and dumb


Right out of school
I had to work as a clerk
'Cause I didn't have the money
not to work for that jerk
He's on vacation now
But when he gets back
I'm gonna sing him this song and that's a fact

(what you say?!)

Rich and dumb
(you gotta work work work work)
For the rich and dumb
(you gotta work work work work)
Rich and dumb
(you gotta work work work work)
You gotta work for the rich and dumb


I'm gonna quit my job and start my own business
I've got myself a blog and with you as a witness
I'm gonna turn the tide and right some wrongs
So I can find a way to stop singing this song

(Everybody's sayin')

Rich and dumb
(you gotta work work work work)
For the rich and dumb
(you gotta work work work work)
Rich and dumb
(you gotta work work work work)
You gotta work for the rich and dumb

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JUST TELL HER YOU LOVE HER
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007


Saw my love just the other day
Tried to find a way to break up with her
Couldn't bear to break her heart
Had to find just the right words

I told my love a lovely lie
Something so she'd walk out that door
And then I looked her in the eye
Said these magic words

If you really wanna get rid of her
If you don't wanna see her no more
Just tell her you love her
Just tell her you care
Just tell her you love her
If you don't wanna see her no more

It works better than fare-the-well
Take it from me, I know
It works better than go to hell
Kill 'em with kindness and snow

She hasn't phoned since I told her so
Looks at me funny and sweet
She figures she's got me in the bag
Doesn't have to try things on me

If you really wanna get rid of her
If you don't wanna see her no more
Just tell her you love her
Just tell her you care
Just tell her you love her
If you don't wanna see her no more

Just tell her
Just tell her
(If you don't wanna see her no more)

Just tell her
Just tell her
(If you don't wanna see her no more)

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YOU, WALKING AWAY
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2007


You, walking away
Walking like I can't see the way you feel
You're feeling today
But if you want to stay, I say ok

You, walking away
Walking like I can't see the way mascara runs down your face
But if you just don't place, I say ok

You, walking away
Walking like I can't read the way you feel
You can't tell me thatg it's real
If your love is like a wheel
She said ok

You, walking to me
Walking like I can see you finally see what you mean to me
And if you want to play with me today

Walking away
Walking like I can't see the way you feel
You're feeling today
And if you want to stay I'll say ok

Walking away
Walking away
Walking away
Walking away
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(THE OVERWHELMING WEIGHT OF THE) WATER BLUE SKY
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2007

Stars shine bright in the middle of the afternoon
Stars cast light in a halo all over you

I've been looking for monochrome nights
I've been looking for gold
But even gold don't look that much like gold
(It don't look like gold when you get up to it)

Stars shine bright in the middle of a mushroom
Stars shine bright, they're the only things shinin' through

I've been looking for light in the night
I've been looking for days
I've been looking for all the wrong things, so they say
(They say they're the wrong things)

The overwhelming weight
Of the water blue sky
The overwhelming weight
Of that look in your eye (eye)

Stars are dying, I'm still not getting all of you
Stars won't last nearly half as long as light they threw

Thought I'd last a little longer than this
Thought I'd have all day
Thought I'd know what to do when the light went away
(Thought I'd know what to do)

The overwhelming weight
Of the water blue sky
The overwhelming weight
Of that look in your eye


The overwhelming weight
Of the water blue sky
The overwhelming weight
Of that look in your eye
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DONCHA SLEEP
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007


I'll bring the salt
You bring the earth
You bring the circle that comes back from death to birth

Take your chance
Go roll the dice
Don't give up now, you've only tried it once or twice

Don't you sleep with anyone but me
Doncjha sleep with anyone but me
With anyone but me
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh

I've been to Spain
Inside my wine
But ain't seen terrain like the kind that you unwind

You junk the car for a flat tire
You throw me ice when I'm on fire

Don't you sleep with anyone but me
Doncha sleep with anyone but me
Girl, with anyone but me
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh

You sell the car with a flat tire
You throw me, girl, when I'm on fire

Don't you sleep with anyone but me
Doncha sleep with anyone but me
Girl, with anyone but me
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
With anyone but me
With anyone but me
With anyone but me

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I WANNA DIE (I REALLY WANNA DIE)
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007


I wanna die, I really wanna die
I wanna die, I really wanna die
I can't live my life this way
It's just pain and bills I gotta pay
I wanna die, I really wanna die

I wanna die, I really wanna die
I wanna die, I really wanna die
Life just ain't goin' my way
I don't think that I'm a gonna stay
I wanna die, I really wanna die

I wanna live, I really wanna live
I wanna live, I really wanna live
But I don't wanna live this way
That's all there is, that's what they say
I wanna live, I really wanna live

I wanna die, I really wanna die
I wanna die, I really wanna die
But I keep on, I take what they give
Guess I don't like the alternative
I wanna die, I really wanna die
I wanna die, I really wanna die
I wanna die, I really wanna die

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IT'S GOOD FOR THE ROSES
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007


Blood red roses are growing from the spot
Where a man and his wife were taken down and shot
Blood red roses are growing in a knot
From a break in the ground outside the parking lot

It's good for the roses
It's good for the roses
It's good for the roses

Blood red roses are lying on a grave where
Where a man and his wife were unable to be saved
Blood red roses are soaking in a vase
Where survivor's minds are caught up in a maze

It's good for the roses
It's good for the roses
It's good for the roses

He lies in a permanent way
She lies up beside him in rain
He won't wonder what happened that night
She won't remember the last of the fight

It's good for the roses
It's good for the roses
It's good for the roses

Blood red roses are growing from the spot
Blood red roses are growing from the spot
Blood red roses are growing from the spot

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MADNESS (IN ROOM 6J2)
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007


Madness
In room 6J2

Madness
In room 6J2

I held a broken crystal ball right up to your wrist
You tell me all your truths but some you might have missed

Madness
In room 6J2

Madness
In room 6J2

I spent a fortune on you, unfortunately
Now I can't quite afford you, so I'll let you leave

Madness
In room 6J2

Madness
In room 6J2

Madness
Madness
Madness

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MAKE A NOISE!
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007


When I was living on 86th, there was a bank in the back and a hack in a Mack and a phone on the wall and call from the ball, saying don't be late for your own first date

If you don't know what to do
If you don't know what to do
If you don't know what to do
Make a noise!
Make a noise!

Then I moved to 105th to a place near a drone with a mind of its own and a fax with a wax that'll glow like the sun on a day when you pay for an alternate way


If you don't know what to do
If you don't know what to do
If you don't know what to do
Make a noise!
Make a noise!

If you don't know what to do
If you don't know what to do
If you don't know what to do
Make a noise!
Make a noise!

Now I'm back on the vine and my mind's doing time with a bowl and a lime and a whole lot of crime with a rack and a track and I don't look back to a time when I pined for a piece of your mind


If you don't know what to do
If you don't know what to do
If you don't know what to do
Make a noise!
Make a noise!

If you don't know what to do
If you don't know what to do
If you don't know what to do
Make a noise!
Make a noise!

If you don't know what to do
If you don't know what to do
If you don't know what to do
Make a noise!
Make a noise!

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SOMEBODY'S LOVER
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007

How can you stand
I don't know
She gets whatever she wants
How can you stand
I don't know
She's got the love in her heart

And she wants
And she wants to travel south
And she wants
And she wants to follow north
And she wants

How can you stand without tears in your eyes
When you know she's been somebody's lover?
How can you stand without tears in your eyes
When you know she's been somebody's lover?
Somebody's girl

You know you gotta stop her
From lovin' someone she don't want

How can you stare
You don't know
She's got an ache in her heart
How can you love
Someone who
Tells you she's ready to part?

And she wants
And she wants to travel best
And she wants
But she likes the old northwest
And she wants

How can you stand without tears in your eyes
When you know she's been somebody's lover?
How can you stand without tears in your eyes
When you know she's been somebody's lover?
Somebody's girl

You know you gotta stop her
From lovin' someone she don't want

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IF I THOUGHT 'BOUT GETTING AROUND
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007



IF I THOUGHT 'BOUT GETTING AROUND
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007


I fought the law and it was a draw
On 15th and 5th, where I made the call

Well, if I thought 'bout gettin' around
If I thought 'bout getting around
It's a big scandal, it's the talk of the town
If I thought 'bout getting around
If I thought 'bout getting around

You dodged a bullet but can't dodge the ball
You dodge my letters but can't dodge my calls

Well, if I thought 'bout gettin' around
If I thought 'bout getting around
It's a big scandal, it's the talk of the town
If I thought 'bout getting around
If I thought 'bout getting around

I'd come on over but trout's on the grill
People comin' over, no time to kill

Well, if I thought 'bout gettin' around
If I thought 'bout getting around
It's a big scandal, it's the talk of the town
If I thought 'bout getting around
If I thought 'bout getting around

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LIME GREEN CELERY
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007

Tell her, please
It ain't what you think it'd be
Tell her, please
It's lime green celery

Tell her, please
It ain't what you think it'd be
Tell her, please
It's lime green celery
Lime green celery
Lime green celery
Lime green celery


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I GUESS YOU HEARD ABOUT THE PAIN
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007


I guess you heard about the pain
I guess you heard about the pain

I can tell by the look in your eyes
Then she said, to my surprise

I guess you heard about the pain
I guess you heard about the pain

You're wrong, so go
You're wrong, so go
Everytime I love you it just goes so slow

I guess you heard about the pain
I guess you heard about the pain

I can tell byh the way that you cry
It came to me as no surprise

I guess you heard about the pain
I guess you heard about the pain
I guess you heard about the pain

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LONG STORY SHORT
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007


Too many nos, too many times, too many hurts
Too many nos, too many times, too many hurst
I'll make a long story short this time
I'll make a long story short

Too many nos, too many times, too many hurts
Too many nos, too many times, too many hurts
I'll make a long story short this time
I'll make a long story short
I'll make a long story short

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CHASING YOU
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007


Chasin' you
Through Spanish forests
Chasin' you
On Long Island

Chasin' you
Without an inkling
Chasin' you
In Santiago

But I could never quite explain
To you that I meant you no harm
I could never quite explain
To you that I meant you no harm
No harm

Chasin' you across the border
Chasin' you on the high seas
Chasin' you without you knowing
Chasin' you till I'd forgotten

But I could never quite explain
To you that I meant you no harm
I could never quite explain
To you that I meant you no harm
No harm
No harm

But fortunate for me
Good luck dances naked in broken windows
Fortunate for me
Good luck dances naked in broken windows

No harm
No harm
No harm

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THINGS DENIED IN YOUTH
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007

Every year about this time she wakes up
'Cause she feels it's just too real for her
To ever let you go

Darlin', ain't there just too much to feel?
And darlin', ain't your heart just like a reel?
And you know it

'Cause the things denied in youth are really never satisfied

Every year it's high time that she wakes up
'Cause she knows that youth gets old so fast
It never lets you know

Darlin', ain't your youth just like a field?
And darlin', did you plant enough to yield?
Because you know that

The things denied in youth are really never satisfied
The things denied in youth are really never satisfied
The things denied in youth are really never satisfied

[coda]

Things denied
In youth are really never satisifed
Things denied
In youth are really never satisfied

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DROWNING MAN
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007

You don't save a drowning man
When he's reached the shore
'Cause when he's reached the shore
He don't need you anymore

dee da da da etc...

I must confess
I was the worst
I was best man at her divorce

She took my head
I took her heart
I had to wait to play the part

dee da da da etc.

You don't save a drowning man
When he's reached the shore
'Cause when he's reached the shore
He don't need you anymore

You don't save a drowning man
When he's reached the shore
'Cause when he's reached the shore
He don't need you anymore

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UP IN THE PUZZLE TREE
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2007


Up in the Puzzle Tree
Can't complain! Can't complain!
Up in the Puzzle Tree
I'm insane! I'm insane!

Up in the Puzzle Tree
That's where I'm a-gonna be
Up in the Puzzle Tree
I'm insane!

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MURDER ON HARMONY WAY

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2007
[released as 2-song single]

Born clean
Nobody's born clean
Born clean
Nobody's clean
There's a murder
On Harmony Way

Born clean
Nobody's born clean
Born clean
Nobody's clean
There's a murder
On Harmony Way

There's a murder
On Harmony Way

I got a dirty education

You told me
Everyone was innocent
You told me
No one was involved
in the murder
On Harmony Way

Big lawns
Poplar hedges
I moved here
'cause everyone said there's no murder
On Harmony Way
There's a murder
On Harmony Way

Time was
I could go strolling
Time was
I could go rolling
Without worrying
About Harmony Way
There's a murder
on Harmony Lane


I got dirty education

Born clean
Nobody's born clean
Born clean
Nobody's clean
There's a murder
On Harmony Way
There's a murder
on Harmony Way

Born clean
Born clean
Born clean

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WARM DOCKING AT THE SHRINE
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio


In a shitty little sub-division outside of San Antone
There's a man with a mast and a boat and a cast
With the hope of rowing home
Rowing home
Rowing home

He was hit by the car of his dreams yet he lived to tell the story
His heart beats like a clock that you'd have to take back to the store

He sits back in his captain's chair and lights up a thing or two
He's got forty minds of his own but he only uses a few

Velvet Crush
Sailing on the Velvet Crush
Velvet Crush

Don't tell me I don't know the part of her that's best
Don't tell me I don't know the velvet from the rest

Velvet Crush
Sailing on the Velvet Crush
Velvet Crush

The sails are set but tides are pulling us back
You gave us weapons when we needed a map

Velvet Crush
Sailing on the Velvet Crush
Velvet Crush

It's a wonder I used to know her
She's a wonder I used to know

Walking the streets, wandering
Used to be a beacon for following

Get your hands off my front door
Get your hands off knocking more
Get your hands off my own song
Get your hands where they belong (they don't belong here)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah -- no, no, no
Warm dockin' at the shrine

Get your hands off my ten rights
Get your hands off, 'less you want a fight
Get your hands out of prayer mode
Get your hands bailing out this boat (it needs some bailing out)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah -- no, no, no
Warm dockin' at the shrine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah -- no, no, no
Warm dockin' at the shrine

They're at the shore with wine and smiles
They're greeting us for a solid mile
Dancing at the port of Ocatel
Singing their songs and a-ringin' all their bells

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah -- no, no, no
Warm dockin' at the shrine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah -- no, no, no
Warm dockin' at the shrine

Yeah yeah yeah -- no no no
Warm dockin' at the shrine
Yeah yeah yeah -- no no no
Warm dockin' at the shrine

Get your hands
Get your hands

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WATERBOARDIN' U.S.A.
parody song based on the music and lyrics
of Chuck Berry/Brian Wilson's
"Surfin U.S.A"

If everybody had oceans
Like the U.S.A.
Then everybody be boardin'
Like the C.I.A.

You see them wearin' their raggies
With water drippin', too
And Bush is pushing them to do
Boardin' U.S.A.

You'll catch them boardin' in Riyahd [feet up/head down/breath in and out
Along the Saudi line [feet up/head down/breath in and out]
Khalid Sheik Mohammed
Squealed on Hambali

All over Manhattan and down Doheny Way
Everybody's gone boardin' -- boardin' U.S.A.

We all be planning out our torture
We're gonna take real soon
We're waxin' down our waterboards
We've got renditions to do

We'll all be gone for the summer
Where waterboarding's ok

Tell the judge we're boardin'
Boardin' U.S.A.

Everybody's water boardin' -- Boardin' U.S.A.

Feet up, head down, breath in and out
Feet up, head down, breath in and out
Feet up, head down, breath in and out

You'll catch them boardin' in Riyahd
Along the Saudi line

Everybody's water boardin' -- Boardin' U.S.A.
Everybody's water boardin' -- Boardin' U.S.A.
Everybody's water boardin' -- Boardin' U.S.A.

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THE BALLAD OF SENATOR CRAIG
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio

Walking to the bathroom in the afternoon
The smell inside just put me in a lovin' mood
I put my hand beneath the stall to find a toy
But I was really after that toilet boy

Toilet boy
The Senator is looking for a
Toilet boy
Someone to do
Toilet boy
The Senator is looking for a
Toilet boy
And boy you'll do

I'm Senator Craig and I just touched your leg
I'm in the U.S. Congress, ain't no bad egg
I'm at work I uphold morality
But in my downtime, I'm on my knees in pee

Toilet boy
The Senator is looking for a
Toilet boy
Someone to do
Toilet boy
The Senator is looking for a
Toilet boy
And boy you'll do

Love Field
Is called that for real
The stalls in D.C.
Might charge you a fee
But that's all right with me


Toilet boy
The Senator is looking for a
Toilet boy
Someone to do
Toilet boy
The Senator is looking for a
Toilet boy
And boy you'll do

Urinal, my dream
Urinal, my dream
Urinal, my dream

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I SHOT OSAMA BIN LADEN
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio


I shot Osama bin Laden
He was throwing bombs on me
I shot Osama bin Laden

And every time I think about it, girl
I just wanna say

Osama bin Laden
Osama bin Laden

I caught a glimpse
Of him with al-Zawahiri and his other pimps
Fired away
I shot his beard straight off, it was an AeroShave (AeroShave)

I shot Osama bin Laden
He was throwing bombs on me
I shot Osama bin Laden

And every time I think about it, girl
I just wanna say

Osama bin Laden
Bombs on me
Osama bin Laden
Bombs on me

Ashes away
I threw his ashes down the toilet drain
Ate some sorbet
To celebrate what I did that day (that day)

I shot Osama bin Laden
He was throwing bombs on me
I shot Osama bin Laden

And every time I think about it, girl
I just wanna say

Osama bin Laden
Bombs on me
Osama bin Laden
Bombs on me

He was throwing bombs on me
He was throwing bombs on me
He was throwing bombs on me

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DRUNK DRIVING MUSIC

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2007

Drunk driving music
I know that I shouldn't do it
Drunk driving music
You know that it helps me through it
With my hair in the air
And the music blarin'
That drunk drivin' music
Drunk drivin' music

I'm sitting at home
I'm drinking alone
I wanna drive around somehwere
But I've had more than a few

She's calls on the phone
She starts comin' on
I tell her that I'd come on by-a
But I've had too much Stolichniya

I know I shouldn't do it
But it helps me get right through it
Hearing that

Drunk driving music
I know that I shouldn't do it
Drunk driving music
You know that it helps me through it
With my hair in the air
And the music blarin'
That drunk drivin' music
Drunk drivin' music

I see a cop pass
I think it's my ass
But then I see he's got a brew
And he's been drinkin', too
And as he flies on by
I hear it comin' from his side
Hearin' that

Drunk driving music
I know that I shouldn't do it
Drunk driving music
You know that it helps me through it
With my hair in the air
And the music blarin'
That drunk drivin' music
Drunk drivin' music
Drunk drivin' music
Drunk drivin' music


>July 22, 2007
Looks like "Rich and Dumb" will

definitely be the first single

from "Lime Green Celery," after all,

as it's already garnering airplay -- from

the always amazing KALX in Berkeley! --

even though the song has only been released

to a few people on audiocassete so far.

--------------------


>July 17, 2007


Now that a few people have

heard the new stuff, the song

people seem to be responding

to the most is "(The Overwhelming

Weight of) the Water Blue Sky" -- so

that may be the first single

(instead of "Rich and Dumb").

Meanwhile, as I mentioned at the

top of this website, my previous

album, "About Myself," is re-gaining

steam on the airwaves, so I'm taking

time out to release that album again

in its 43-song incarnation!


>july 7, 2007
The sequence and selection of

tracks has been finalized: 22

songs (all music and lyrics

by me).

In advance of the album's

release, I've been sending

around a 7-song EP on cassette

tape, which is essentially

the first 7 songs of the album,

though I've mailed it to only

a few people so far.


"Rich and Dumb"'ll probably be

the first single, though "You,

Walking Away," "This Skull"

and "Doncha Sleep" are being surprisingly

well-received by some who have

heard 'em.



>june 19, 2007

i've changed the album

title back to "Lime Green

Celery" -- it just fits,

somehow.




june 6, 2007...

OK, my new album is called "Make a Noise!" and will be

available on CD this summer! 20 original songs at least.

More to come.


(Incidentally, I recently heard a rumor that I

was actually the writer behind some of the songs of

my brother, Jay Iorio (who has a music career that

is completely independent of mine). Not true. Jay

writes his own songs, and I write

my own songs, and we don't collaborate

at all or share any material.)

---

june 4, 2007...

Well, my own next album is coming together much faster than

I thought it would and should be out on CD this summer. As

with my previous CD, I've written over 50 original songs but

this time I'm including only around 20 of 'em for a single

disc that'll be called either "Make a Noise!" or "Lime

Green Celery."


To be honest, I thought my previous album, "About Myself,"

self-released in '06, was going to be completely ignored

(after all, I had worked most of my life as a journalist, not

as a musician).


So what a surprise to see three of my songs hit the radio

airwaves in three countries last year, despite the

fact that my budget for the album was approximately zilch.


Anyway, I'm real excited about the new material, but trying to

narrow the songlist down to just 20 is a chore.


New lyrics will be posted soon.


* * *

may 2007...

Well, I haven't been sending out "About Myself" to anyone for the past month or so, and that's because I'm now hard at work rehearsing my new album, "Make a Noise!," which I'm really excited about.



PaulIorio
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EASTERN WESTERN
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005


Forty miles outside of Cheyenne
Drinking grain and shooting cans
Make a wish and he's your man
Speaks a language you don't understand

Eastern western
I don't know which way I'm going
Eastern western
I don't know

From the dune, there're just buttes and cliffs
Prairie land where no one lives
Wasted mesa and a geiger hit
No one's lived here since Rosso split

Eastern western
I don't know which way I'm going
Eastern western
I don't know

Oh, the open plains were big enough for two
You took the sky and I laid claim to you

Eastern western
I don't know

Now I'm back in ol' Montana
44 magnum in my hand
Shot the bailiff, not a popular man
Everybody thinks I had it planned

Eastern western
I don't know which way I'm going
Eastern western
I don't know
Eastern western
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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TEN YEARS AGO
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

Everytime I think about you, girl
I think about how far you went downhill
I think about a simple yellow pill
But girl, it's over now
If it ever was before

Ten years ago
I could've loved you, babe
I could've won you, babe
Ten years ago
I could've wowed you, babe
I could've saved you, babe

She was mugged on Ritchie Valens's star
Late one night on Hollywood Boulevard
Never was the same much after that
Started poppin' stuff and lashing at
All those who loved her most
If they ever did before

Ten years ago
I could've loved you, babe
I could've won you, babe
Ten years ago
I could've wowed you, babe
I could've saved you, babe

I think about you night and day
On the wing, on the way
I think about the way you went
And all the time we could've spent

Ten years ago
I could've loved you, babe
I could've won you, babe
Ten years ago
I cjould've wowed you, babe
I could've saved you, babe
I could've died in your place
I could've died in your place
I could've
I should've
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THE WORLD BLEW UP
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

I'm glad I saw the world before the world blew up
The world blew up
The world blew up

I'm glad I saw the world before the world blew up
I've been all over this world

I'm glad I saw my lover 'fore she walked away
She walked away
One sad sad day
Yeah, I'm glad I saw my lover 'fore she walked away
She walked away from my world

I'm glad I saw the towers 'fore they tumbled down
They tumbled down
Right to the ground
I'm glad I saw the towers 'fore they tumbled down
They tumbled all over my world

I'm glad I saw the world before the world blew up
The world blew up
The world blew up
I'm glad I saw the world before the world blew up
I've been all over this world
(The world blew up)
I've been all over this world
(The world blew up, yeah, the world blew up)
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FOREVER GOT AWAY LAST NIGHT

Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005

Forever got away last night
Forever up and left this morning
However we got in a fight
She didn't give me any warning

Took a subway
And a boxcar
Caught the last flight
Forever got away last night
Forever got away last night

Whatever you say about last night
Remember you're alone this morning
In the 'frigerator light
I bet you regret all your moaning

Packed a suitcase
And your memories
Left the heartache
Forever got away last night
Forever got away last night
Forever got away last night
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YOU KNOW IT SHOWS
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

Bottlecap road on a summer's day
In that cafe where the Nikolodeon plays
When the balalaika plays on Brogan Street
You get crazy with your poison, you get quick on your feet

If I could have just one more day
I'd find some way, girl, to make you stay
And if I could have just one more try
I'd make you stay, I'd show you why

Do you remember
Drinking down Tequila money
Everybody watch you sashay
And you know it shows
And you know it shows

Summer cottage loving fishing
Pinocle on Central Bay
And you know it shows
Right through her dress it shows

If I could have just one more day
I'd find some way, girl, to make you stay
And if I could have just one more try
I'd make you stay, I'd show you why

Do you remember
Drinking down Tequila money
Everybody watch you sashay
And you know it shows
And you know it shows

Summer cottage loving fishing
Pinocle on Central Bay
And you know it shows
And you know it shows
Right through her dress it shows
You know it shows
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YESTERDAY, I HEARD WE NEVER TOUCHED

Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005

I -- can't believe a word they say
You -- doesn't matter anyway

Yesterday, I heard we never touched
No matter what you say
They say it's just a crush
And after all those days
And nights
I heard we never touched
It's strange to hear we never touched

I -- still remember what we did
You -- spend your life denying it

Yesterday, I heard we never touched
You know that nothing stays
I heard I wasn't much
And after all those days
And nights
I heard we never touched
It's strange to hear we never touched

Sounds like you're describing someone else
Sounds like you don't even believe it yourself

I -- guess I imagined everything
You and all the love you used to bring

Yesterday, I heard we never touched
No matter what you say
They say it's just a crush
And after all those days
And nights, I heard we never touched
It's strange to hear we never ---


Yesterday, I heard we never touched
You know that nothing stays
I heard I wasn't much
And after all those days
And nights
I heard we never touched
It's strange to hear we never touched
Last night, I heard we never touched

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STREETLIGHT
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

Down at the end of the streetlight
I can see my lover clear
I can see my lover here
Like before

Down at the end of the streetlight
I can see my neighborhood
I can see you like I should
Like before

La la la la la la
Like before

Down at the end of the streetlight
I can see my lover clear
I can see my lover here
Like before

Down at the end of the streetlight
I can see my neighborhood
I can see you like I should
Like before

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Like before

Down at the end of the streetlight
La la la
La la la
Like before

Down at the end of the streetlight
La La la
La la la
Like before

(variations on this to end)
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LIFE IS A WINNOWING
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

She left with the car, she left me dry
She didn't leave a reason why
"Two loves don't make a wrong," she wrote
She left me with this goodbye note

(It said)
Life is a winnowing, a winnowing away
Life is a winnowing away
What you don't lose they try to take away
Life is a winnowing away

I met her on the Internet
Shoulda known just what I'd get
Hooked her up with my best friend
That's when things began to end

Life is a winnowing, a winnowing away
Life is a winnowing away
What you don't lose they try to take away
Life is a winnowing away

I built a wall of sand
The tide came in
It washed away the wall
I watched; you went away

I tracked her down, I found my car
But haven't found our love so far
She was sleeping when I left note
You can guess just what I wrote

Life is a winnowing, a winnowing away
Life is a winnowing away
What you don't lose they try to take away
Life is a winnowing away

Winnowing, a winnowing, a winnowing away
Winnowing, a winnowing, a winnowing away
Winnowing, a winnowing, a winnowing away
________________________

WORST BEST THING

Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005

I once was lost but now I'm bound
I couldn't find my around
I couldn't find my around
I once was lost but now I'm bound

You're the worst best thing to happen to me
The worst best thing for me
The worst best thing to happen to me
The worst best thing for me

I used to have a lot friends
But all those friends they had to end
They had to end because my friends
Were not my friends when we began

You're the worst best thing to happen to me
The worst best thing for me
The worst best thing to happen to me
The worst best thing for me

I think about my single years
And I was single there for years
They made me laugh, they made me fear
But now they're gone because you're here

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DOCTOR SAYS SHE'S COMING HOME TONIGHT
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

If you turn from a love like her
If you turn back and don't say a word
I just say, ohhh

If you turn on a love like her
If you turn back on all that you were
I just say, ohhhh

Doctor says she's gonna come home tonight
Doctor says she's gonna be alright
And I've been waiting forty days and forty nights
Hoping you're ok and you're alright

Doctor says she's gonna come home to stay
Doctor says she's getting stronger everyday
And I've been hoping it would turn out just this way
We'll pick her up later on today

Doctor says she's gonna come home tonight
Doctor says she's gonna be alright
And I say, ohhh

Doctor says she's gonna come home to stay
Doctor says she's gonna be ok
And I say, ohhh

Doctor says she's gonna come home tonight
And she's home
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FORTY POUNDS OF PAIN
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

[played tentatively at first]
You've got to live it like you die it, girl
Or else it won't be right (right)
'Cause if you die it like you live it
You'll procrastinate all night

And after hours at the club and bar, one of those star-crossed nights
You told me everything would turn out just the way it still might

You've got to live or else you'll die just like you almost did that night
'Cause nothing's saving you except your cerebellum in a dizzy fight

I've got forty pounds of pain
I've got forty pounds of pain
Forty pounds of pain
I've got forty pounds of pain

The El Camino was sailing down the Four in the brackish light
Passing toll booths on the way to Caledonia on a midnight flight

Couldn't stop you, no one could, and no wanted to, except your ex-life
You told me everything would turn out just the way it still might not

I shoulda told you what I told you after waiting ten years time
I've got forty pounds of pain
I've got forty pounds of pain

Back on planet earth the highway's disappearing like money might
And in the morning do you think about returning but it don't seem right

You wanna look across the desert and say, "That's worth my whole
damned life"
But then you have a cup of coffee and a soda and say, "Not quite" (quite)

Forty pounds of pain
I've got forty pounds of pain
Forty pounds of pain
I've got forty pounds of pain
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YOU BRING THE LOVE
Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005

You bring the love and I'll bring the moment
You bring the rain and I'll bring the storm
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba baaaaa

I've got the love and you've got the want
You've got the want but I betcha don't
You say you won't but I say you might
I say come over here for a sight or two

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba (etc.)

I got the notion and you got the motion
We've got the power to cause some commotion
I've got the love and you got the need
You can come over and have some weed

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba (etc.)

You've got the time but I've got the moment
Here comes the wine and it's almost goin'
You've got the bat and I've got the balls
We're gonna break right over this wall

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba (etc.)
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THE 405

Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005

Talking on the cellphone
Driving out to Westwood
Talking with my baby
Who called me on the cellphone

She said, "Aint it a surprise to see you on 405"

Well, I hit and ran down hope on the 405
I hit and ran down hope on the 405

Hit by a head-on love
Hit by a head-on love my friend
Hit by a head-on love

You gotta look around, I said, "Get on down,
Here she comes on the 405, my friend"

You gotta shake it loose, you gotta double deuce
I got hit by a head on love, my friend

Hit by a head-on love

Going out to Westwood
Trouble in the next car
She couldn't take her eyes off
What she saw in my car

She said, "Aint it a surprise
To see you on the 405"

Well, I hit and ran down hope
On the 405 [again]

Hit by a head on love
Hit by a head on love my friend again
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COMPLICATED FLOWER

Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005

I've been down with the brokenhearted
And she sounds like a mockingbird
I've been down with the brokenhearted
And she sounds like a

She's a complicated flower
She's a complicated flower

I've been the losers, too
All my life I've been living without you

She's a complicated flower
She's a complicated flower

And I wanna attend to you
All my life I've been dying for all you do

She's a complicated flower
She's a complicated flower

I've down with the broken hearted
And she sounds like a mockingbird
I've been down with the brokenhearted
And she sounds like a --

She's a complicated flower
She's a complicated flower

And I wanna go mend with you
All my life I've been dying for all you do
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my former workplace neighborhood, which no longer exists



MEMORY LANE (IS A TWO-WAY STREET)
Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005

When I was a caterpillar, girl
You know, I never could fly, I never could fly
Now I'm a butterfly and I fly
I've got that crawling thing all beat

Memory Lane is a two-way street
Memory Lane's not a thruway street

Well, you've got some things you talk about
I remember them differently
Other things you can't recall
Well, I recall them vividly

Memory Lane is a two-way street
Memory Lane's not a thruway street

Where is Memory Lane, dear?
Where is Memory Lane

You take left at Forget Me Not,
You take a right at I Forgot

Where is Memory Lane, dear?
I think I've gone down that road too long

Where is Memory Lane, dear?
I think I've gone down that road too long

Where is Memory Lane, dear?
Where is Memory Lane, dear?

You take a left where the dead have lain
You shake your fist at who's to blame

Where is Memory Lane, dear?
Where is Memory Lane?
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I GET YOU, BABE

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

When you're alone
It follows you home
The melody drifts
And then it returns

Climbing the hills and into the clouds
I said what I'd never said aloud

Everyone's got you but no one quite gets you
But I get you, babe
I get you, babe

When you come home
You're right on the phone
To all your old friends
You're mostly unknown

Climbing the hills in a total eclipse
You'd never heard these words from my lips

Everyone's got you but no one quite gets you
But I get you, babe
I get you, babe

For the last time I just want you to see
What you gave up when you gave up on me

Everyone's got you but no one quite gets you
But I get you, babe
I get you, babe
I get you, babe

Everyone's got you but no one quite gets you
But I get you, babe
I get you, babe
I get you, babe
______________________________________


When you live so honestly"

But if you leave today
I missed the early warning signs
Girl, you know the way
The door aint hard to find
But don't you come on like a song
Don't you come on like a song

I can't even miss you if you won't walk out that door
The past is seeping through the cracks
But the light won't last, the door won't stop the noise

But don't you come on like a song
Don't you come on like a song
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DO-WHATCHA-WANNA-CAN-DO
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

How you change a river when the river won't turn?
How you change a fire when the fire won't burn?
I know it's up to you

And I'll do whatcha-wanna-can-do
Yes, I'll do whatcha-wanna-can-do
I'll do-whatcha-wanna-can-do
I want you

Wah wah what you want what you wanna do anyway
Wah wah what you want what you wanna do anyway

How you change a tire with a brokedown jack?
How you train a monkey when he's on your back?
I know it's up to you
I know that he's hurting you everywhere
Wah wah what you want what you wanna do anyway
Wah Wah what you want what you wanna do anyway

How you change a twenty when you've got a ten?
How you change a lover when she's just a friend?
I know it's up to you

And I'll do whatcha-wanna-can-do
Yes, I'll do whatcha-wanna-can-do
I'll do-whatcha-wanna-can-do
I want you

Wah wah whatcha want what you wanna do anyway
Wah wah wahtcha want what you wanna do anyway
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HELLO, BAD EXPLANATION

Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2004

Hello, bad explanation
I think I've met you before
Once at the bottom of a bottle of whiskey
Another time on the floor

Hello, bad explanation
I'm sure I'll see you again
You've been with me so long
Sometimes you're my only friend

You come around
I see you when I've been cheating
You come around
I see you when I'm in court
You come around
Whenever I say

Hello, bad explanation
I think I've met you before
Once at the bottom of a bottle of whiskey
Another time on the floor

You come around
I see you when it's the game point
You come around
I see when you when I'm in love
You come around
Whenever I say

Hello bad explanation
I'm sure I'll see you again
You've been with me so long
Sometimes you're my only friend
Hello, bad explanation
Hello, bad explanation
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SPLIT THE GRAY
Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005

Split the gray
Split the gray
Split the gray
With the blue
Divide it all by red

I don't think any gray day's permanent
I don't think blue skies are the point of it
We can't see all the light that's 'round our head
There aint no color without light and color's heaven sent

Split the gray
Split the gray
Split the gray
With the blue
Divide it all by red

I've been out looking for the brightest blue
I caught a glimpse but it was only you
Didn't know that gray was blue until this day
All those things you put away are put away to stay

Split the gray
Split the gray
Split the gray
With the blue
Divide it all by red
(repeat)


NOT THE REAL THING

Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
copyright 2005

I'm loving your memory these days
I'm loving all the pictures that I've saved

But not the real thing, baby
But not the real thing
But not the real thing, baby
But not the real thing

I never like the present, it's too tense
I'd like to put the past behind a fence

Not the real thing, baby
Anything but the real thing
Not the real thing, baby
Anything but the real thing

Whatever the future brings, it brings along the past
I like the future but they say it doesn't last

I'm loving all the memories we've changed
I'm loving that the pictures don't complain

Not the real thing, baby
Anything but the real thing
Not the real thing, baby
Anything but the real thing
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GUMSHOE TONIGHT
Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

Gumshoe tonight
Gumshoe tonight

I was tracking Castro when he wasn't so big
Che Guevara told me where he's really been hid
I was told that Hoffa was thrown off a boat
I've always known the person who is really Deep Throat

So put me in a trenchcoat, I'm a gumshoe tonight
I know all the things that people try hard to hide
Gimme a trenchcoat and a bottle of booze
I can tell you things you don't know about you
Gumshoe tonight
Gumshoe tonight

Now don't get me wrong, I'm no conspiracy buff
I don't think that Oswald worked with anyone else
I could tell you secrets but I've sworn not to tell
The people out in Langley would give me such hell

So put me in a trenchcoat, I'm a gumshoe tonight
I know all the things that people try hard to hide
Gimme a trenchcoat and a bottle of booze
I can tell you things you don't know about you
Gumshoe tonight
Gumshoe tonight
Gumshoe tonight
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WRONG DRESS TONIGHT

Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

Baby, you're wearing the wrong dress tonight
Baby, you're wearing the wrong dress tonight
Wrong dress, wrong dress
Baby, it's the wrong dress tonight
Wrong dress, wrong dress
Baby, it's the wrong dress tonight

Baby, you're wearing the wrong dress tonight
Baby, you're wearing the wrong dress tonight
Wrong dress, wrong dress
Baby, it's the wrong dress tonight
Wrong dress, wrong dress
Baby, it's the wrong dress tonight
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WAIT FOR GIRLS

Music and Lyrics by Paul us
copyright 2005

In a world where you've gotta wait for girls
In a world where you've gotta wait for girls
(And they're well worth waiting for)

Wait for girls
As they put on their Air and they put on their pearls
Wait for girls
Wait for girls

In a world where you've got to wait for girls
In a world where you've got to wait for girls

Sometimes you wait nine months time
She's on your mind all the time
You've got to wait for girls

Wait for girls
As they put on their airs and they put on their boys
Wait for girls
Wait for girls

Wait for girls
Wait for --

In a world where you've gotta wait for girls
In a world where you've gotta wait for girls

Sometimes you wait nine months time
She's on your mind all the time
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OLD FASHIONED MAFIA TOWN

Music and Lyrics by Paul Iorio
Copyright 2005

Love that graft
Put 'im on staff
Take that bribe
Join our side

Wearin' that false carin' like a crown
It's just an old-fashioned mafia town

Hates the pill
Thou shalt not kill
Friday aggression
Sunday confession

It's omerta so don't no one make a sound
It's just an old-fashioned mafia town

He thinks "Sopranos" is the way you make a call
He keeps his powder clean
'Cause you can't fight city hall
Don't curse in front of the ladies
Smoke cigars and sit in the shadie
It's hard work carrying that booday
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Throw it in the bay
Look the other way
Drive a Towncar
Pass the state bar
(with a little help)

chorus
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LOOSE NOTES ABOUT SOME OF THE SONGS ON

"75 SONGS (PART 2)" AND "75 SONGS (PART 3)."
(please excuse the numbering!)
1. MEMORY LANE (IS A TWO-WAY STREET)
Already being played on alternative radio in Germany, "Memory Lane" is a two-part pop song I wrote in 2002 and 2003. The last half came to me during a late-night visit to the World Trade Center site in late 2003, when I saw for the first time the devastation of the area first-hand. Before moving to California, I had worked in the twin towers and across the street from them at One Liberty Plaza for years, so it was, for a time, my workplace neighborhood, where I toiled and played and pulled all-nighters and dated girlfriends, etc. And I was truly horrified to see it so utterly destroyed. As I looked at the ruined area, I began thinking "where is Memory Lane?" and started humming a melody that became the line "You take a left where the dead have lain/You shake your fist at who's to blame." Sort of like "Rubber Soul" meets Doc Watson meets Glenn Tilbrook meets Radiohead.

2. DOCTOR SAYS SHE'S GONNA COME HOME TONIGHT
I wrote this in the late Nineties and was going to leave this off the album, but producer William Epps voted to keep it on the album -- and I think William was proved right about leaving this one one the CD. Yeah, it's a bit of a tear-jerker (I don't think William liked my non-verbal "woh-woh"s initially), but I like how it captures the hopeful feeling of anticipating the release of a loved one from the hospital after a long period of recovery. "We'll pick her up later on today..." goes the lyric. A bit James Taylorish. Hmm. Maybe we should've left it off the CD after all!

3. YOU BRING THE LOVE
A guilty pleasure. A sort of it's-a-Friday-night-come-on-over tune, like a Roger Miller single of the mid-1960s, or a Buffett song of the Seventies. I've always thought it was too dorky to record, though I've always enjoyed playing it. When I brought it to the studio, I was all ready to discard it until William (again!) insisted I record it, and he was (again) right; it recently was added to playlists on a German radio station.

4. I GET YOU, BABE
This one reminds me of hiking the hills near my apartment in Berkeley, and I wrote it there in 2003. The title was half a play on the Sonny and Cher song and half thinking about a former girlfriend who nobody seemed to really understand.


7. TEN YEARS AGO
I wrote this one on the way back from a Kate Winslet movie on Fairfax Ave. in Los Angeles in 1998. It was around 11pm, the weather was crisp, and I was taking a 45-minute walk back to my apartment near La Brea Ave. The chorus began churning in me, along with the hook "If they ever did before," and I had to keep it going in my head all the way home because I didn't have a tape recorder on me. When I got home, near midnight, it came tumbling out, bridge and all. By 1AM, it was completely written, and I remember playing it over and over again into the early hours.


9. LIFE IS A WINNOWING
I wrote it in one fell swoop one night in 1998 in L.A. and liked the way the word "winnowing" became so elastic in the chorus. (And by the way, the lyric "I watched; you went away" is often mistaken for "I watched you went away" -- though the latter fits the country voice I was aiming for.)

that and also wrote a new middle eight. But I'm still not quite sure whether I prefer this pared down version over the suite.

12. EASTERN WESTERN
One of the key songs on the album, but the version here is sloppy (two wrong chords). Still, I like its atmosphere and its central guitar riff and that vocal hook ("I don't knowww!!").

13. YOU KNOW IT SHOWS
I wrote this in the Fall of 1980 in my apartment in Manhattan, and it's one of the best songs I wrote between 1973 and 1982 (along with "Do-Whatcha-Wanna-Can-Do" and "Get Tied").

16. COMPLICATED FLOWER
In 2003, I saw a flower on Russell Street in Berkeley that was both fascinating and contrived-looking. It looked like it had been designed by committee but it was a real flower, a complicated flower. Some see a sly hidden meaning. I like the way the melody of the verse varies each time out.

18. DO-WHATCHA-WANNA-CAN-DO
The earliest song on this album, written in Manhattan in 1979 when I was 21. Inspired a bit by Steve Forbert's "Alive on Arrival." I think it would have airplay potential if the last 20 seconds of "wha wha whatcha wants" had been edited out or faded out. Still a fun bit of pop.

19. SPLIT THE GRAY
A lyric about color. Gray. Blue. Red. Sort of Stevie Wonderish. "There is no color without light..." "I went out looking for the brightest blue..."

23. WRONG DRESS TONIGHT
More of a fragment than a song. The only lyric in the world that says, "Baby, you're wearing the wrong dress tonight."

25. FORTY POUNDS OF PAIN
To me, this one feels a bit like a cross-country trip. In retrospect, I probably should've called it "Forty Tons of Pain" but I liked the sound of "Forty Pounds" better. Written in 1995 and 2003.

26. STREETLIGHT
Every time I play this, it's almost like an aerobic work-out. And it changes with each performance.

29. HELLO, BAD EXPLANATION
Alt-country/folk that starts low and ends high.


31. BAYONET SKY
Whoishly angry rock, on acoustic guitar. I wrote this in L.A. in '98.

32. WORST BEST THING
A married man looks back at his single days. (Not from experience; never been married, though

33. THE 405
A guy runs into his girlfriend on the 405 freeway at an inopportune moment. Also written in L.A. in '98.

34. COME ON LIKE A SONG
I wrote this in 1993 in Hoboken and still enjoy playing it. "We parked the car and walked awhile and watched the frozen trees/You said, 'poverty's what happens when you live so honestly.'"

35. FOREVER GOT AWAY LAST NIGHT
In the style of R.E.M. circa "Document."

36. GUMSHOE TONIGHT
A light cloak-and-dagger rocker.

39. WAIT FOR GIRLS
Pop-rock. Written in L.A. in 2000.

40. OLD-FASHIONED MAFIA TOWN
I wrote this in N.J. in 1995 as a sort of humorous tune about a subject nobody writes songs about, and it's amazing how many people thing it's about their own hometown! Updated it in 2005.

41. YESTERDAY, I HEARD WE NEVER TOUCHED
Pop ballad, L.A., late-1990s. "I Don't Believe You"-esque.

42. NOT THE REAL THING
I wrote this at a time when it seemed that performers were singing so many songs -- some of them excellent -- about "the real thing" or "the real one" or "keepin' it real" that the "real" concept had become a bit of a cliche in pop music. So I went in the other direction and penned a tune about a guy who enjoyed photos and memories of people and places more than the actual people and places.

43. THE WORLD BLEW UP
Nice rhythm and concept. Written in Berkeley in 2005.
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5. "Up in the Puzzle Tree" -- quirky pop song.
10. "You Know It Shows" -- I wrote this many years ago and still play it a lot.

11. "Doctor Says She's Gonna Come Home Tonight" -- a sort of tear-jerker.

13. "Ten Years Ago" -- A lot of people seem to like this one. I've just posted a new version recorded this morning (2/26/08).

14. "This Skull" -- based on the gravediggers's part of "King Lear."

15. "If I Thought 'bout Gettin' Around" -- roots pop.

16. "The Overwhelming Weight of the Water Blue Sky" -- I like the way it takes a whole different direction around two minutes in.

17. "Forty Pounds of Pain" -- starts with a whisper, ends with a roar.

18. "You Bring the Love" -- has already had some airplay in Norway and Germany.


20. "Life is a Winnowing" -- alt-folk country.

21. "Complicated Flower" -- everyone seems to like this one.

22. "The Ballad of Senator Craig" -- a song about the aroma of toilets and how that puts the Senator in a lovin' mood.

23. "Warm Docking At the Shrine" -- in '98, I wrote the title phrase in an article for a newspaper and knew it implied a terific song; in the fall of 2007, I wrote this song, a multi-part suite (I also wrote a very different "Warm Docking" in '98). Not my best song, but it has its parts. (By the way, the newspaper article I wrote was about an event at the Shrine Auditorium in L.A., hence the title; my song is about something else altogether.)

24. "I Shot Osama bin Laden" -- surprisingly upbeat and catchy pop for such a theme.


27. "Do-Whatcha-Wanna-Can-Do" -- Pure pop. And, yes, that's me on drums (and on guitar and vocals). I wrote this in the early 1980s, but didn't record it until 2004 (on cassette) and 2005 (on CD). The only time the producer of my first album, Bill Epps, ever suggested a line for any of my songs was when he suggested I change the last line of this song to "How you change a rubber when she's just a friend" (my lyric was and is "How you change a lover when she's just a friend"). Needless to say, I declined Bill's suggestion! I recorded this version at my studio (2/12/08).


29. "Memory Lane (Is a Two-Way Street)" -- I wrote this after seeing the aftermath of the 9/11 attacks and wondering, as I walked around the World Trade Center area, where I had worked for years, where memory lane had gone.

30. "Come on Like a Song" -- I wrote this in the early Nineties, released it on cassette tape in '98, released it for the first time on CD in '06 and am just now putting out the MP3 version!

31. "Split the Gray" -- I like this one. The lyrics are simply a description of an abstract painting: "split the gray with the blue, divide it all by red."

33. "Eastern Western" -- I wrote it years ago but didn't record it until 2004 (on cassette tape) and then again in 2005 (on CD). I must say it felt like a triumphant moment when I finished the final take at Paramount Studios in L.A. in '05; I walked out of the iso booth after I'd finished recording it and everyone was all smiles and my producer William was playing my guitar riff on his keyboards even though the session was already over (his keyboards were not on the recording). I distinctly remember wondering why William was playing my guitar riff on the keyboards even though the session was over (I think he had his camera running and was photographing himself at the keyboards). Unfortunately, the final take had a couple glaring tech errors, making it unusable. To be honest, I've pretty much demoted most of the '05 masters of the Paramount sessions to rehearsal tapes, due to tech errors. I've re-recorded almost all of those songs and recorded this version of "Eastern Western" this morning in Berkeley (2/17/08).

36. "Hello, Bad Explanation" -- sort of Willie Nelsonish. starts low, ends high.


38. "Rich and Dumb" -- I wrote this in 2007. "You've gotta work work work for the rich and dumb."

39. "Somebody's Lover" -- I like the melody of this one a lot.

40. "Just Tell Her You Love Her" -- "if you really want to get rid of her," goes the lyric.

42. "Streetlight" -- If performed well, it can get aerobic. This version was recorded this morning (2/25).

47. "Bayonet Sky" -- Whosihly angry tune!

48. "Old Fashioned Mafia Town" -- Finally, a version that captures exactly the way I originally wrote it (my producer mistakenly left out the song fragment that opens the song in the version he produced in '05). When I first performed this for my friend Bill Epps, at my apartment in early '05, he laughed at the line "with a little help" and otherwise enjoyed it, so I knew it might connect with some listeners. This is the version I performed for him. (I originally had a brief voice-over bit at the end, which I deleted in '05, and then put back in in '08, and then took out again a couple days ago.)

49. "I Get You, Babe" -- I wrote this one after a vigorous hike in the nearby east bay hills and mountains, and the lyric came out whole (I pictured the melody as drifting smoke, which is how I came up with the first verse). Title a play on the Sonny and Cher tune.

51. "The Holy Country Song" -- very irreverent alt-country;
inspired by "The Vatican Rag."

52. "Make a Noise!" -- folk rap.

53. "Chasin' You" -- acoustica about obsessive love. The producer of my first album disliked this one, but I've enjoyed playing it for decades. (By the way, throughout pop history, there have been a lot of hits with titles like "Missin' You" (John Waite), "Lovin' You" (Minnie Ripperton), "Leavin' You" (both Bad Company and Stevie Ray Vaughan), etc., but I don't think there's ever been a "Chasin' You" yet!)

54. "Dontcha Sleep" -- the chorus came to me fully formed just
as I woke up from a dream one morning.

55. "The Things Denied in Youth" -- "are really never satisfied,"
goes the lyric.

56. "Last Night's Moon" -- CCRish roots pop. I recorded and posted a brand new version on 3/16/08.

57. "You, Walking Away" -- pure pop.

58. "Waterboardin' USA" -- based on Chuck Berry/Brian Wilson's
"Surfin' USA."

59. "Murder on Harmony Way" -- this one starts quiet but picks up nice velocity.

60. "Chasing a Rainbow" -- I just wrote and recorded this one several hours ago; a somewhat slight song. Not quite satisfied with my vocal, so I might not release it on CD until I fix it. (3/14/08)

62. "King Penis of Planet Zero" -- I wrote this song yesterday and recorded it earlier today (3/15/08). It's futuristic campy folk-rock with sci-fi sound effects and is lots of fun. (I'll be replacing the drum track in the next couple days.) Lyrics posted below. (As usual, I produced, performed and wrote it!)

63. "I Don't Know If I Know You No More" -- This song is less than an hour old, and I did a quick recording of it so everyone can enjoy it. (3/22/08)


[all music and lyrics by Paul Iorio, except "Waterboardin' USA," which
is based on Chuck Berry/Brian Wilson's "Surfin' USA."]




[photo by Paul Iorio]


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NEW! Thanks to Marshall Stax and Amazing Grace of KALX for playing my new songs "THE MONSTER MOSQUE" and "THEY'RE BUILDING A MOSQUE IN MY MIND" last night! Hear more new stuff here ("TREES TRY TO RISE ABOVE THEIR ROOTS" and "KISS ME WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS" (lyrics and 2 more Mp3s) below): alonetone.com/pauliorio1/tracks(10/12/2010) The 5 new trax will be self-released as an album, "TABOO," on Halloween... Hear my previous tracks "BAILEY" and "WE'RE GONNA WIN" here: fourbrandnewpaulsongs.vox.com....Also, check out my previous tune "IF IT'S TUESDAY, IT MUST BE SUSANNAH" ifitstuesday.vox.com(6/1/10)...And listen to my song "BACKFIRE" here: http://backfire.vox.com That track is from the latest (and ultimate) Paul Iorio album, "130 SONGS," a limited-edition collection (details coming below)....Paul's songs "IF I WERE A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN LIKE YOU" and "TALIBAN VIRGINS" are streaming here:
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[Feb. 16, 2010]....And thanks to Hollow Earth Radio in Seattle for airing my new song
"I WAS YOUNG (UNTIL FAIRLY RECENTLY)" the other month. Hear that one here: ioriopaul.vox.com....

I'm Paul Iorio, and here I am in my Berkeley apartment!

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Me with major influence Paul McCartney, who I was lucky enough to have met in 1986 in New York City (no, he's not involved with my music, but I couldn't resist posting the pic!)


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