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Lemonade

by Lemonade

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I Want More 02:51
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Can't stop you from leaving I can't make you stay Can't give you a reason As you walk away What's the point in spoken words They can't say a thing That I couldn't better say When I play and sing Did I hit a flat note in my melody? Normally this song would Bring you back to me I would send you a bouquet Fit for queen or king But I can't afford it now So I play and sing Disregard the lyrics And the tune will say it all Listen to the rhythm And you'll hear my heartbeat call Listen to my song, try to sing along Laugh a little when the notes are wrong
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last week's love's already faded been there, done that don't tell me that I'm just jaded been there, done that and if I ask you to the dance well you'd better take a chance give my soul a kiss and I could be content with this I really don't care that I'm going nowhere 'cos I'm naked in Bohemia art makes me whole, the orgasm of the soul and I'm naked in Bohemia watch the human flesh paraded been there, done that I don't get dumped, I just get traded been there, done that and if the prudes call me a slut I'll wink and say so what when all is said and done at least I've had my fun I really don't care that I'm going nowhere 'cos I'm naked in Bohemia art makes me whole, the orgasm of the soul and I'm naked in Bohemia I will rape your virgin soul and I will steal your breath why make love to three piece suits when you could sleep with death I'm so brooding, I'm so dark been there, done that make Hitchcock look like Hallmark been there, done that and I'll always be a creep to the stupid flock of sheep and all their common sense is just collective ignorance I really don't care that I'm going nowhere 'cos I'm naked in Bohemia art makes me whole, the orgasm of the soul and I'm naked in Bohemia so ditch your superego and live for your libido naked in Bohemia
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when the world starts going your way you won't know how to react even in your finest moments you are just this side of cracked I've heard all of your excuses but I can see it in your eyes you're perfect in every way too beautiful to betray a superstar in disguise just another unpaid actress dreaming of the Great White Way feel the well worn stage beneath you feel the real world go away there is fortune for the lucky and hope for everyone who tries I feel the need to suggest that you're the best of the best a superstar in disguise please stick around for a while 'cos I've grown fond of that smile please stick around for a bit 'cos I've been counting on it don't you give in, don't you give up don't wait 'til the thrill is gone if you ever make the big time you could turn the whole world on compliments aren't legal tender but rest assured I tell no lies you're perfect in every way too beautiful to betray a superstar in disguise
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(HEY!) I wanna have those dancing feet I wanna be like Beatle Bob I wanna get stopped in the street I wanna be like Beatle Bob everybody wants to be a local celebrity (HEY!) I wanna walk the Delmar beat I wanna be like Beatle Bob I wanna check out every show I wanna be like Beatle Bob I wanna be someone you know I wanna be like Beatle Bob everybody wants to be mentioned in the RFT (HEY!) I wanna haircut just like Moe I wanna be like Beatle Bob I wanna be the dance floor king I wanna be like Beatle Bob I wanna wear vintage clothing I wanna be like Beatle Bob everybody wants to be let into the clubs for free (HEY!) I wanna know what's happening I wanna be like Beatle Bob I wanna know what's happening I wanna be like Beatle Bob!
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It makes me smile Just to see you standing at my door I'm so alone And I can't live without you anymore So come and lay down by my side I just want to hold you close And be with you tonight 'Cos I can't take One more night without you in my arms You're in my dreams I go to sleep just knowing you'll be there When I'm awake I think about you, it don't matter where Even the blind can see I was meant to be with you And you were meant for me 'Cos I can't take One more night without you in my arms One more night without you lying in my arms One more night would do my heart a lot of harm I need your company 'Scuse me please for asking you To run away with me But I can't take One more night without you in my arms When I'm alone I find myself just sittin' by the phone This loneliness I feel for you Had gotten in my bones I wonder where you are You're more fun to play with Than my electric guitar 'Cos I can't take One more night without you in my arms
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you have a knack for wearing black and it seems to match the color of your eyes but it's your skin that works its sin on a couple hundred thousand other guys black widow, I won't jump into your web black widow, you won't see me cry black widow, find yourself another fool who's desperate enough to die you catch a glance, accept the dance and recite the invocations of your spell they've got no fight, you scratch and bite until they are nothing but an empty shell black widow, I won't jump into your web black widow, you won't see me cry black widow, find yourself another fool who's desperate enough to die you have a knack for wearing black and it seems to match the color of your heart but keep in mind, one day you'll find a black widower who'll tear your soul apart black widow, I won't jump into your web black widow, you won't see me cry black widow, find yourself another fool who's desperate enough to die
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Poster Child 02:35
You say you want to know me biblically You say you don't wear makeup 'cos of allergies You're such an infant You are so wild And I would walk away, yeah, I could walk away If you weren't such a poster child Promises mean nothing when the lights go out And I can't go on like this with so much doubt I'm not your hero That ain't my style And I won't take the rap for a heart full of crap In the mind of a poster child Poster child You just keep on wasting your time Poster child Thinkin' that you're gonna be mine I won't be the victim of your passion play And if I don't escape from her I might just stay It's just my conscience That's running wild And I would walk away, yeah, I could walk away If you weren't such a poster child Poster child You just keep on wasting your time Poster child Thinkin' that you're gonna be mine
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An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth A glory hole in every porno booth We live by the sword, we die by the sword We would be ashamed if we weren't so bored Lost in the zoo Slinging the mud Hypocrites rule Circle of Blood Don't tell me those freaks are misunderstood I'll make them die slow, though death is too good It's justice we want, why wait for the law I know what I think, who cares what you saw The whole thing's a hoax, the whole thing is fixed Your credit's no good, your birthright's been nixed The tragically tight are currently loose They gave you the rope, but you made the noose
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The Knife 06:29
We multiply like parasites And ponder all our petty plights While the world is bleeding From the bites we took And we never see it 'Cause we never look beyond Satisfying our own needs We always justify our deeds As the self-styled guardians Of the planet Earth Who are far too stingy To assess its worth We draw the knife To take the life That gave our life to us We think ourselves immune to death While choking on our final breath But with business booming We cannot say no So the trees and flowers Simply have to go to Make room for every useless thing And don't forget the packaging But we'd best start looking Just before we leap Or we'll find we're living On a big trash heap We draw the knife To take the life That gave our life to us
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(HEY!) I wanna have those dancing feet I wanna be like Beatle Bob I wanna get stopped in the street I wanna be like Beatle Bob everybody wants to be a local celebrity (HEY!) I wanna walk the Delmar beat I wanna be like Beatle Bob I wanna check out every show I wanna be like Beatle Bob I wanna be someone you know I wanna be like Beatle Bob everybody wants to be mentioned in the RFT (HEY!) I wanna haircut just like Moe I wanna be like Beatle Bob I wanna be the dance floor king I wanna be like Beatle Bob I wanna wear vintage clothing I wanna be like Beatle Bob everybody wants to be let into the clubs for free (HEY!) I wanna know what's happening I wanna be like Beatle Bob I wanna know what's happening I wanna be like Beatle Bob!

about

Within a year of Angus Tweed's 1993 reunion, the band was losing Roberts at an alarming rate. Dan and I chose to replace them with a Myk and a Matt and, once the distinct character of the new group was apparent, it was time for a change of monicker. Lemonade had been the first in a string of imaginary band names from my childhood, and that pedigree was unintentionally appropriate, given the amateurish, out of tune, goofball nature of the outfit.

To be frank, Lemonade's performances and recordings showed none of its participants in their best light. I, for one, am horribly embarrassed both by my graceless lead guitar work and my poor recording skills.

Having got that part off my chest, I can now proceed to tell you that there are good songs, good times, collaborative sparks and optimistic spirit contained herein. And, of course, this is the beginnings of my friendship with Myk, a seed that would yield tastier fruit down the line.

So whether you were there for the live shows or the acoustic open mic appearances, remember "I Wanna Be Like Beatle Bob" from The Point's morning show or just want to hear the lighter side of my musical journey, I give you LEMONADE!

credits

released December 31, 1995

Brian Andrew Marek - vocals, guitars, keyboards, percussion
Dan O'Connell - vocals, bass guitar
"Manik" Myk Thompson - vocals, guitars
Matt Venn - drums

Brian Andrew Marek apologizes for the engineering and mixing
recorded in Dan's basement, Brian's bedroom, Matt's living room
and the Lemp Neighborhood Arts Center, 1994-1995
photograph by Lisa Nesbit, skull logo by BaM, pitcher logo by Dan

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