Odds and Ends, Volume I

by J.A. Strub

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This is an album in pieces: a loosely-tied-together bunch of rag-tag recordings, demos, covers and attempts of mine at making music. Many of the tracks in this compilation will be refurbished and produced on future releases, but I wanted to get all of this material out sooner rather than later, seeing as it has been sitting in my computer for a long time. As always, I'm offering up this album for free, but if you would like to donate a few measly dollars from your paypal into my hollow pockets, you will be much appreciated. In fact, all donors will be mentioned in the booklet of the next official release.

credits

released July 3, 2012

I would like to thank Kieran McAuliffe, Jonathan Chun, Tommy Grimaldi, Patrick Sugar, Michael Schuler, Alex Futtersak, and whoever else gave me feedback on any of the tracks featured on this recording.

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Track Name: The Plaster Man (The Spoonerism Song) [early version]
A well-boiled icicle rides on a lusty dane
And the shoving leopard flakes his talk amidst the roaring pain
The bean is very dizzy, but he crafts a plaster man
A soul of ballad and a half-formed wish is all you need to feed a fort span

It's a plaster man!
Track Name: George Wallace
George Wallace, standin' in the schoolhouse door
Don't he know that he's behind the times
Did he know how stupid he would look
After fifty-something years gone rollin' by
Tried to seem a hero, but the image didn't stick
Acting high and mighty, but coming off as thick!

George wallace, riding the gravy train
Riling up supporters in the south
Leading independent in the sixty-eight campaign
Racist hatred spewing from his mouth
The yankees took him as a fool, they laughed at every blunder
Yet thirteen percent sure ain't a win but it makes a man a wonder