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Dirty Words

by Rainy Day Cacophony

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1.
Just Begun 03:52
Our treasuries are empty but our prison are full Sending down sunshine sealed in tin cans. Our soldiers are tired with explosions behind their eyes Flinching at fireworks at the 4th of July. Oooooh it's almost over. It's just begun. Our brains are wired but our communities are split. With walls, gates, and cameras spreading distrust....
2.
I was scared as hell at what's under the ocean Maybe it'll swim up and devour me. And i was scared at what was hovering up in the sky. Maybe it'll come crashing down at me. And if you're scared as hell you should sing with me. When i was just a kid i got in trouble for what i did. But the teachers never learned what they others did to me. They promised me fire and brimstone would be my torturous destiny. But i didn't believe in their fucked up fantasy. And if you don't believe in hell you should sing with me. When i was young i thought starlings flew into space and became stars. It made perfect sense to me. But now i know better even though i don't know shit. So here i go into the thick of it. I'm scared as hell at what's over the horizon Scared at what the future will bring to me. Maybe i'll succeed, or fall flat on my face. I'm so scared right now i'm not doing anything.
3.
Walking up to the library i saw a honeybee. I was amazed because i thought the cell phones chased them all away. To a better place. Maybe the honeybees know more than me, As do the birds that scream warnings in the morning. "Winter is coming!" Sometimes i sleep when i talk. Sing when i walk and when i feel dumb I sing when i talk, sleep when i walk and when i feel numb. I took a pipe and smoked it at the zoo Mused with the spotted owls and the alligators. And the iguanas too... Why are intentions so easy to misconstrue And why do people in this life think that we're just passing through?
4.
Ska Song 03:32
I wanna be the sound that lulls you to sleep. When life has got you restless and grinding your teeth I wanna be the THC swirling around your head When life's got you miles away from your bed I wanna be the relaxing evening commute That's devoid of passengers and cops in pursuit. I wanna be the streetlights that guide your way home That ward off all the shysters and make you feel less alone. I wanna be that dog eared page that takes your mind away To a temporary escape. I wanna be your favorite store and maybe i can help you find What your looking for. Well you know i'm sleeping less, you know i'm doing more. I don't know why but someone once said. "When you're in love you sleep less, you do more, because reality is more sweeter than your dream."
5.
My squealing brakes and my engine make a horrible noise It goes nananananana The walk-in and the oven make a shitty racket. It goes nananananana The customers on the phone, speak in monotone. They go nananananana We forgot your pepperoni pizza, garlic bread, and soda. So nananananana. From early in the morning to 2 o' clock at night It goes nananananana Need to get out of town this wasted life has got me down It goes nananananana.
6.
Jazz Song 05:49
I wanna stop the bombs from dropping but i'm ordinary Stripped from my voice it's like screaming in space Or getting lost out to sea. There's something in the water There's something in the air I read something in the paper. Serveillance everywhere/But no one seems to care.
7.
I'll find it someday through the murky water and the fog The way to keep my mind off my mind. It's elusive as a Loch Ness Monster. The solution pitches away from my grasp. Like those five planes that disappeared. With no wreckage to find. We'll blame it on the Bermuda Triangle. Sometimes i lock logic away Like the MJ-12 documents That Eisenhower might've signed Back in 1952. And like the extraterrestrials That the gov't locked away. I'll retreat in this darkened room and file away some misery.
8.
Too many plot holes and predictable stories. Feeling foolish for falling for the same old Endings that tie up the loose ends so nicely. Endings that let me fall asleep so soundly. And i wish i had the guts. To say. "I'll be the only one there when i die." "So don't tell me how to write this life." Infinite words on infinite pages At least they haven't put lasers on the cages That keep me right there where you want me. Your justification makes me sleep less soundly. Can you hear that ringing now? It's not a car alarm, it's not a cellular phone. It's just the voice in your head telling you how.
9.
I've been running on someone else's time Pacing around the mazes in my mind Reciting the same old scripted, stagnant, static lines. I've been sitting on my own time. Mildew on the walls, Stand clear of the doors. People crammed inside But no one looks alive. Enslaved by the elite who use workers backs as footstools While we fight for our right to be. We're still wading through the mess of corporate bellicoseness Our immune systems are shot Toxic, nuclear, sugar rot. Stoic hero severed by circumstancial wrought If that's what it said on the top. It would've been the first paper i bought. It's ticking slowly but it's running out....
10.
I see the grass taking back its home between these cracked sidewalks. It hasn't given up so why should i. Even though it's been cut down a million times. It'll be back there next spring, just pollenating. And singing songs about the weather How it may never get any better So lets plant ideas in peoples' brains So they don't lose hope and rot away. I see the vines creeping up the buildings. I see the pigeons cooing and conspiring. One day these humans will all be gone. And as the class war is consuming. I see people are still proving. No one in this world should have to starve. Hearing news about the weather And how it may never get any better So lets plant ideas in peoples' brains So they don't lose hope and rot away.
11.
Another bridge another county line. Someone put up this sign. After someone named this land after someone else they knew. I see America passing by, like a train whistling through the night. Carrying various supplies to the end of the line. But i don't hear the train roll around anymore. The highway's unique stops have become chained up stores. The musical identity has become a commodity Like a can of peas, 20% for free. News reports and coffee at 9. At 10 someone else will realize. That they've awoken from their American dream. And that hollow acquisition is not what you need. Another bridge another bus ride home. Someone won't get off the phone And the river passing by is like a paragraph from a settler's tome.
12.
Watching the ticking clock take my time away Like a tributary trickling down to the Bay Forging a future malleable as clay But i feel it drying up every couple of days. And i know that you feel it too. Hearing the bridge roar as i swiftly descend. Stomach's lurching and i'm bracing for impact. But i end up landing in my bed Questioning mortality and necessity. Listen baby stop your cryin' I know that your feeling bad We can work it out together, figure out what makes you sad.
13.
I know it's been bad but i'll dig through it again Gimme forty more snowmageddons To know that your screams weren't echoing through my head But they were as loud as a bomb siren. And how are we supposed to endure? When the food is stale and the shit isn't pure. Do we simplify and divide or institutionalize? Or do we try to learn what we didn't know before? This land has been stripped from those who shoot from the hip And we're paying for their processed waste. And you tried to stay out of the way but they seized your shining day. So motherfucker why don't you go and snatch it back! Here two wrongs make a right. But don't go into the light. Just stay with me and fight Till the bombs turn day into night.

about

This grouping of songs were written in my apartment. When the other musicians first came on board (Joe on bass, Kevin on woodwinds, Billy on trumpet, Sarah on keys, Bill on guitar), we composed their arrangements primarily at this gazebo in Salisbury University.
We did this usually around 12-4am. Then we played on most of them for about a year before we started to record.
In various places too, such as boardwalks, coffeshops, sidewalks, basements, and living rooms.
We ended up with a stripped down, melodic, jazz/punk/folk/rock feel which was energetic but didn't need much electricity to reproduce live. Ever since i was a teenager I've played in rock bands. So being devoid of the logistical inconvenience that big amps, PA's, and drumsets bring was a new and interesting way for me to write and play. Even though the songs are still rooted in rock music the addition of the keyboards and woodwinds inspired me to think past the boundaries of that idiom.

Actually this current musical incarnation reminded me a lot of the origins of Rainy Day Cacophony. Before the rock bands, my friend Nate and i started playing ukulele/bass/guitar in high school and were recording our 'original compositions' on cassette. When it came time to name the tapes, Nate wanted it to incorporate 'rainy day' a Bob Dylan reference. Since i was a little punk rock shit at the time, i hastily added 'cacophony' to it. We figured it was a good warning to what the 'band' sounded like.
Nate's also a habitual photographer and has always supplied my musical adventures with great cover art. As i was clicking on his photos i happened upon the picture that you see now. 'Dirty words' carved on a tree? Not the usual scrawling of 'motherfucking shitass?' Brilliant! So i decided the whole album had to be named after it. It's a great warning to the lyrical content and i wasn't going to think of anything better on my own anyway.

We didn't have money to go into an established ($40-$90 an hr) studio. But that was OK. I wanted Dirty Words to reflect the organic, raw, unpredictable, but spirited feel that my new found band conjured up. I also really dig the qualities of a live based "lo-fi" recordings. Whether it be field recordings of old blues singers or demos and bootlegs found from famous bands. Or the humble 4-track and cassette recordings of artists such as Daniel Johnston and Sebadoh.
With that in mind we decided to record in my apartment.
My friend/roommate Ben supplied a Boss digital recorder and mics. He ran the machine and provided various musical suggestions along the way. To cut more financial corners we taped a mic onto a vacuum, (for the rhythm guitar) laid mics on the cat's tower, (for the woodwinds) and propped mics on shoes (next to amps) as we did not have mic stands. Jackets on chairs were used to seperate bass and guitar during live takes. My friend Geoff and my girlfriend Jess also came around and added vocal harmonies. This setting helped ease the tension of recording and the relaxed feel brought a few spontaneous moments.
Listen for examples: My cat, Darby meowing during "Jazz Song," the frog tank sounding like rain (i forgot to unplug the filter) during "Bermuda Triangle,"
and Kevin's ba-ba-da that starts off "Another Bridge."

I was going to take the recordings up to the University's studio for the mixing and mastering process. But my friends Bill and Mike, who have had considerable audio experience in their bands, wanted to help me out instead. So we uploaded the tracks onto Bill's old computer. I drank lots of tea, and they smoked cigarettes, and we listened to the album over and over again. I learned what it means to 'record in the red' and they added different effects to augment the album. Listen for: The subtle flange on the guitar and the "lost out to sea" echo in "Jazz Song" and the old timey radio effect at the end of "Another Bridge." They still threaten me with a disco re-mix of the album....Bastards!

During the recording process i was getting a lot of advice from a book called "Wouldn't It Be Nice: The Making of Pet Sounds." I was trying not to turn these notes into that. But i suppose every album has a story behind it. I was also listening to London Calling by the Clash and Soft Bulletin by the Flaming Lips. Also some Neko Case and Andrew Jackson Jihad. Thanks for listening, and adding Dirty Words to your musical collection. Whether it be physical, digital, or a combination of both.

credits

released October 1, 2010

Joseph Sanchez: bass/vocal on Mortality
Tim Sutton: guitars/mouth.
Kevin Styles: woodwinds/vocals/percussion on Weather.
Geoff Kilian: vocals on Pizza,Jazz,Mortality,/percussion on Write.
Jessica Dove: vocals on Write, Nuclear, Bridge, and Mortality.
Sarah Straka: keyboards on Begun, Scared, Sleep, and Nuclear
Bill Evans: guitar on Bermuda.
Billy Litz: trumpet on Ska.

all songs written by: Rainy Day Cacophony

recorded by: Ben Molnar and Mike Feher.
mixed and mastered by: Bill, Mike, and Tim.
cover art by Nathan Barker.

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Rainy Day Cacophony is a constantly shifting cast of musicians playing songs mostly written by Tim Sutton who also sings and plays the guitar.

The "original" songs are catchy, raw, honest, and sometimes focus on socio-political themes, or don't even focus at all.

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