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The Effects of Eating Too Much Television

by Rocket Park

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when he was a child he always felt he was a stranger and he dreamed of silver starships from the skies he wondered why they'd left him on this often hostile planet scanned the shortwave for an alien reply he would stay up all night waiting by his open window for the flashing lights from heaven to descend every now and then he'd say, "at last! oh, just an airplane" and he found it that much harder to pretend in his adolescence he encountered the rejection of his parents and his teachers and his peers he didn't know how to conform nor how to be himself he only knew how to express himself in tears he would stay up all night lying on his soiled mattress waiting for an emissary to befriend every now and then he'd listen to the roaring silence and he found it that much harder to pretend finally had it sized up he grew up and wised up damned his dreams as infantile made the big decision to give up his vision gave the world a winning smile then one day long after he'd abandoned his delusions and accepted his terrestrial address he was caught within a beam of purest, whitest light and he was shanghaied by the Milky Way Express he would stay up all night in his laboratory cage to greet the rescue party planet Earth would send every now and then he'd glance at fellow zoo exhibits and he found it that much harder to pretend
Yesterday 02:39
yesterday I was feeling sorry for you and all the sorry shit that you've been through but today I am living my own life and the furthest thing from my mind today is you some say it's typical, the way that I treat you I wish they knew you yesterday I don't know if I'll ever see you again but if I do, just bring some beer and everything's okay you may think that I'm just using you but I don't care about that just as long as I get laid some say it's typical, the way that I use you I wish they knew you yesterday you and I both know it's wrong, but I think I owe you one for all the shit you gave me yesterday
the streets gleamed in the midday sun chrome trim was shining like a star a family filed out of church filled up the tank, got in the car guiltless and fatted by the calf soundtrack of laughter rolling past they struck some poor and nameless soul member of some forgotten caste when they went Sunday driving, Sunday driving wind in their hair, not a care, not a care when they went Sunday driving, Sunday driving wind in their hair, not a care, not a care in the world "these are no common criminals no dead-eyed beasts out for a ride upstanding citizens like these aren't capable of homicide they had a blind spot in their minds our expert witness insist they had decided years ago his kind simply did not exist" they tell ya "do it for the children" they tell ya "bring 'em back alive" the odds may be one in a million but Sunday morning comes and they drive right over you
Mr. Williams 04:06
"drive the man in the wide-brimmed hat his engine's blown and his tires are flat we found him face down in a scandal his habit's hard, but it's agreed you can't deny him what he needs God gives you nothing you can't handle" now I'm sailing away in my own universe cast adrift in Mr. William's hearse I opened the door to greet the star he stumbled inside with his guitar and promptly passed out in his madness in the rear view mirror, a vacant face an engine's roar in quiet space the radio played tales of sadness maybe he's tired of this endless road maybe his shoulders can't carry the load maybe it's meant to be this way maybe it's me who's got nothing to say all night long he sat in back of that long, black Cadillac and not a single word was spoken somewhere on that lonely ride the singer found the other side and still the silence was unbroken
Empty Bed 02:33
you may feel a little cocky you may feel a bit afraid but so long as you are reaching you will never feel like you've got it made and I know why your heart grows colder as you feed your head and I know why you're crying in an empty bed you can claim to know the reasons you can claim to write the rhymes but so long as you are dreaming you will never quite fit in with the times and I know why your eyes keep spinning from the things I said and I know why you're crying in an empty bed so you're feeling untogether so you're never satisfied that just means you're on the right track that just means at least you tried you can try your best to fit in you can try your best to blend but so long as you are living you will never know who's really your friend and I know why your VU meter's always in the red and I know why you're crying in a empty bed
Making love in a shack by the shore on a full moon night Skipping stones ‘til they fall off the edge of the world Watch the gulls wheel and glide overhead at the end of day A convertible trip with a beautiful girl Something’s gotta give ‘cos I’ve got no time to live And I think I’ll go insane if I don’t get myself back to Maine Doo doo doo (etc.) I want to eat bagels in Bangor with you Little towns that were founded in Benjamin Franklin’s day Little lighthouses perched on their rock lofty peaks Buy a novel to read on the beach as the sun goes down While the loons on the water snatch life in their beaks It may sound like a whim bound to slip from a fickle mind It may sound like impossible pipe dreams deferred But it’s good for my body and twice as good for my soul And I’ll be on the next plane if you say the word
Mr. Bickle 03:31
I gotta have a bite of what you've got chew it up and start all over again I call you up, you say that you're not home I can tell that this is going nowhere I can see you but you don't know that I'm there and do you really care that I just got a key I walk the avenue just a step behind ducking into doorways when you turn I think I've got a life and a stable mind holding on to memories I should burn can you hear me breathing standing right outside your door I can't take it anymore but I can't walk away maybe someday you'll give me something more why won't they unlock this door they threw away the key
why do you laugh for an hour and a half when I tell you a joke that others roll their eyes at why do you seem to be lost in a dream when I tell you uninteresting stories of my childhood little girl, you'll regret having made my acquaintance little girl, I got wise I slapped myself silly and said oh no not love again oh no not love again I don't think I can take it this time why do you call to say nothing at all amusingly musing about tomorrow's weather why do you hide criticism inside and create an image of me that is flawless and if I should ever find that I can't get you off my mind you'll be the last to know you'll be the last to know and if I cannot conceal the strong emotions that I feel I'll pack my bags and go I'll pack my bags and go
Heavy Juju 03:47
she had a gothic horror story for a bio and her resumé was just a list of failures somehow that just made her all the more attractive soft enough to love me but too hard to be destroyed she's got heavy juju in her absence she can't be discarded like an anniversary flower she's got heavy juju in her absence it's like she's still here she shook up all of my preconceptions quickly laid to rest some tired old clichés of gender then she took me by surprise by kissing me while I was contemplating whether I should kiss her first I've got a heresy in my pocket fresh data-crime from headquarters don't tell my children, don't tell my parents they'd only brief the reporters she is just a fiction loosely based on someone long ago and far away in teenage folklore she is perfect in a way her prototype could not and would not be 'cos I forgot about the flaws
Let Me In 02:39
I'm standing here outside your door and wondering why it's locked I think it's time we cleared the air I think it's time we talked let me in won't you open up your door and let me in just twenty minutes of your time to tell you how I've been let me in I'm sitting on your porch when I could be back home in bed I've knocked so many times my knuckle's looking raw and red you're gonna miss me one fine day just ten more minutes and I'm gonna walk away Mary had a little lamb who fell out of the fold he's lying on your doorstep and he's shivering in the cold
I’ve seen the human race; in fact, I’ve seen too much I’m sickened by its scent, recoil from its touch So many people with no reason to be I’d like to see them put out of my misery I’m praying for a plague I’m just not feeling philanthropic anymore And in a pinch I’d settle for a global war But when it comes to putting millions to rest I’d like to think that Mother Nature knows what’s best I’m praying for a plague Microassassins scale the wall Mission accomplished as you all fall I’ve seen the human race; in fact, I’ve seen right through Truth that’s unbeautiful and beauty that’s untrue There’s too much talk so I will keep it succinct I’d like to thin the herd to just shy of extinct I’m praying for a plague
So Long 03:48
so long this is goodbye this is so long thanks for the memories so long thank you for being my friend thank you for everything
Afternoon Delight (free) 03:52


Eclectic pop rock with frequent progressive rock leanings. The guitarist wants to be Jimmy Page, the drummer wants to be Keith Moon, and the keyboardist utilizes an arsenal of vintage keyboard sounds rivalling Rick Wakeman's stage setup circa 1973. The songs, production and harmonies may remind one of Electric Light Orchestra, and Mellotron junkies are advised that this album features the string and flute sounds you love.

"'Teenage Folklore' was a good starting point, but 'Too Much Television', despite the sluggish and confusing title, reveals a band in full creative flower. Marek's songwriting has grown by leaps and bounds as he's gained a greater mastery of melodic development. Harris also contributes two originals, which offer a rawer but hookish contrast to Marek's material. The band trots out a full range of dynamics to put together their deft arrangements, flinging power-pop styles up against thick keyboard chordings and the odd metallic crunch in the guitars while Moore's drums drive all over the place with a gusto and invention rarely heard any more on the instrument." - Steve Pick, the Riverfront Times, Wednesday, October 11th, 2000


released September 15, 2000

Brian Andrew Marek - lead and harmony vocals, keyboards, acoustic guitar, electric rhythm, lead and slide guitars, bass guitar, percussion
Eric K. Moore - drums, percussion, "vocals"
"Manik" Myk Thompson - lead guitar, percussion, "vocals"
Dave Harris - lead and harmony vocals, bass guitar, electric rhythm and lead guitars, percussion

all songs written by Brian Andrew Marek except:
"Harder to Pretend" (Marek/Thompson/Moore)
"Yesterday" and "Mr. Bickle" (Harris)
"Sunday Driving" and "Mr. Williams" (Marek/Alleman)
"Heavy Juju" (Marek/Thompson/Marek)
"The Invisible Hand" (Thompson/Marek)

The song "Afternoon Delight" (Danoff) was released during the summer of 1976 and performed by The Starlight Vocal Band based out of Washington, DC. Rocket Park just felt like telling you that.

all songs copyright 2000, (subliminal banana) music
all songs arranged by Rocket Park
produced and mixed by Mike Martin and Rocket Park
engineered by Mike Martin @ The Broom Factory, St. Louis, MO
mastered and edited by Roger Lian with additional support from Howie Weinberg @ Masterdisk, New York City, NY

additional support:
Elizabeth MacDonald - cello (arranged by B.A.M.)
Dan Niewoehner - additional vocals on "Yesterday"
Patti and Ashley Loth, Chris Niwoehner, Sue Zeilstra - additional vocals on "So Long"
graphic design and illustration: Jennifer Gibas
art direction: Eric Moore
photos: Jennifer Silverberg
additional photos: Eric Moore

Rocket Park would like to thank:
Liana Marek, Jen Holtmann, Andrea Busch, Sharon Werdehausen, Dwight Carter, Dan Niewoehner, John "Obie" O'Brien, Guitar Joe, Laura De Rigne, Randall Roberts, Noisypaper, Res Care Ellisville co-workers, all the people who've booked us, played us and supported our bad habits.

Most of all, all the bands, all the fans, and all of our families and friends. None of this would be possible without your support. Thank you.


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