These Liner Notes (and lyrics) are courtesy of Steve Eidem.
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VIRGIN - VE-86459
1. HUSH
GO TO SLEEP AND HUSH LITTLE DARLING
IT’S TIME FOR BED TIME TO PUT OUT THE LIGHT
SWEET DREAMS ARE AWAITING BEHIND YOUR CLOSED EYES
AND DARK BLANKET OF NIGHT
WHERE THE BEDBUGS DON’T BITE
GO TO SLEEP AND HUSH UNTIL MORNING
YOU’VE SAID ALL YOUR PRAYERS
TIME TO MAKE THEM COME TRUE
DON’T WORRY YOUR DADDY IS HERE IF YOU NEED HIM TONIGHT
EASE YOUR MIND, REST YOUR EYES AND SLEEP TIGHT
GOODNIGHT
2. JOINING A FAN CLUB
SHE TURNED HER NIGHTLIGHT ON AND BLEW HIM A KISS
HE STARED BACK THROUGH HIS GREEN CRAYOLA EYES
SHE TRACED HIS LIKENESS FROM OFF THE BACK OF THE DISC
NEXT TO THE BOXTOP PROMISE OF THE BIGGEST PRIZE
JOINING A FAN CLUB WITH MY FRIENDS
FILLING OUR BATHTUBS WITH TEE SHIRTS AND 8 X 10’S
HE LOOKS SO DREAMY I’M IN LOVE FROM AFAR
WHEN I’M PICKIN’ UP A FALLEN STAR
DOWNSTAIRS THE LATE SHOW’S BLASTING “AGE OF THE ROCK”
THE GREEDY MONKS PLAYIN’ LAST SUNDAY AT THE MILKY WAY
MOM’S WRITING CHECKS TO THE MINISTER
IN THE CORNER SINGING “DIG DOWN DEEP”
CAUSE IF YOU WANNA GO TO HEAVEN ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS PAY TO PRAY
JOINING A FAN CLUB WITH MY PEN
FILLING MY BATHTUB WITH HOLY WATER AND AMENS
HE LOOKS SO DREAMY I’M IN LOVE FROM AFAR
WHEN I’M PICKIN’ UP A FALLEN STAR
SHAKE THAT WOODY FOR ME ST. PINOCCHIO
YOU’VE PAID YOUR MONEY
NOW WATCH THAT MONEY GROW
JOINING A FAN CLUB BEST BE WARNED
HE TURNS ME ON WHEN HE WEARS THAT LAMPSHADE CROWN OF THORNS
WE’D LOOK SO DREAMY SHARING HIS BLACK CAVIAR
WHILE I’M PICKIN’ UP A FALLEN STAR
JOINING A FAN CLUB IT’S A BIG MISTAKE
I STILL GET HEARTBURN WHEN I THINK ABOUT ALL OF THE STAMPS I ATE
I WISH I’D LOVED HIM BEFORE FATE CRASHED HIS CAR
SAY A PRAYER FOR A FALLEN STAR
3. SEBRINA, PASTE AND PLATO
FAR BEHIND THE FOREST OF FLYING PAPER AEROPLANES
GRAZING ON THE GROUNDS OF PONYTAILS
THE SUBSTITUTE IS COUNTING DOWN HER TICKS TO RECESS
HAMMERING DOWN TO SIZE HER FINGERNAILS
BECAUSE TODAY’S THE DAY SEBRINA BUILDS HER BOX LUNCH BUFFET
KOOL-AID, SANDWICHES AND CHIPS FOR ALL THE SHOULDERS
LUNCH IS ON THE TABLE SOON DESSERT IS ON THE FLOOR SINGING
SO SERENE SEBRINA MAKES ME FEEL SO SERENE
SO SERENE SEBRINA MAKES ME FEEL SO SERENE
CHESNEY’S LOOKING DAPPER IN HIS BRAND NEW DUNCE CAP
STROLLING DOWN THE RUNWAY TO AN “F”
(NEVER HAS HE EVER LOOKED AS LOVELY)
WITH ALL THE OTHERS WATCHING, EATING PASTE AND PLATO (THE ONE AND ONLY)
HE FIGHTS THE URGE TO RUN AND KISS THE CHEF
BUT SHE’S A “LOVETARIAN” ESPECIALLY IN THE FORM OF PUPPIES
SO HE KEEPS HIS ELBOWS OFF HER TABLE, BUT SPILLS THE BEANS
THAT HE LOVES THE GIRL BEHIND THE BOYSENBERRY PUNCH (SEBRINA)
SO SERENE SEBRINA MAKES ME FEEL SO SERENE
(OUR LADY OF THE JABBERWOCK)
SO SERENE SEBRINA MAKES ME FEEL SO SERENE
(I LIVE TO SMELL HER TULIPS TALK)
SO SERENE SEBRINA MAKES ME FEEL SO SERENE
(HOSTESS FOR THE SHOW AND TELL THE SHEPHERDESS OF THE MUSCATEL FLOCK)
LUNCHBOX, HOPSCOTCH ON THE ROCKS
WITH SPITBALLS, PRATFALLS, ALCOHOL
SEBRINA…
4. NEW MISTAKE
CURTAIN OPENS, SPOTLIGHTS THE GENTLEMAN
SIGNING HIS LOVE LETTER BEST WISHES SIMPLETON
DIALOG SWAM FROM HIS PEN LIKE POLLYWOGS
HE KNEW BETTER THAT PERFUME WAS GRAVITY
PULLING HIM CLOSER TO WHAT COULD BE TRAGEDY
LOVE IS BLIND, DEAF AND DUMB, BUT NEVER MIND
YOU BETTER CATCH ME WHEN I FALL
I’M ON MY ROLLER SKATES
CAUSE ANY OLE WAY THAT I FALL
I LAND IN YOUR ARMS EVEN THOUGH IT’S WRONG
CAUSE I LOVE MY NEW MISTAKE
INTERMISSION GAVE WAY TO A MIRACLE
THE BIRTH OF AN ACCIDENT GREW TO A SPECTACLE
THAT COULDN’T WAIT THE MOTHER WAS THREE WEEKS LATE
SO FATHER MASON CLUTCHING HIS CRUCIFIX
BAPTIZED THE BABY IN WHISKEY AND LICORICE
WHAT A LOVELY WAY DROWNING SINS IN TOOTH DECAY
LOOKS LIKE OUT HEROE’S GONNA FALL
THE BOW’S ABOUT TO BREAK
CAUSE ANY OLE WAY THAT I FALL
I’LL BE IN YOUR ARMS AS WE LIE AWAKE
WITH OUR LOVELY NEW MISTAKE
YOU BETTER CATCH ME WHEN I FALL
MY SUGAR TRAMPOLINE
CAUSE ANY OLE WAY THAT I FALL
I LAND IN YOUR ARMS EVEN THOUGH IT’S WRONG
CAUSE I LOVE MY NEW MISTAKE
THE ENDING TURNED TRAGIC WHEN MANY YEARS LATER
THE BABY HAD GROWN UP AND MARRIED A POP SINGER
I GUESS IT WAS HER TURN TO MAKE HER FIRST MISTAKE
ANY OLE TIME AT ALL
ANY OLE WAY THAT I FALL
I JUST LIE AWAKE WITH MY NEW MISTAKE
5. THE GLUTTON OF SYMPATHY
IN THE BREATHLESS HUSH OF 4 A.M.
IN THE DARK SITS A SAD CLICHÉ
CLOAKED IN THE NAVY BLUE OF SLOWLY FADING STARS
TELL ME HOW THIS CAME TO BE
SLEEPLESSNESS TALK TO ME
SHE’D SAY OVER AND OVER AGAIN
FUMBLING THROUGH A CUT GLASS VASE
PASSING LIPSTICK, COTTON SPOOLS
BURNING JEALOUS PICTURES OF MARRIAGES OF FRIENDS
YOU NEVER ASKED TO BE
THE GLUTTON OF SYMPATHY
SHE SAYS OVER AND OVER THAT THIS IS THE END
‘CAUSE I SEE IT IN YOUR EYES
WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW, TIME TO LET GO
I SEE IT IN YOUR EYES THERE IS SO
MUCH MORE OUT THERE TO BE LEARNED
SUCH MOURNFUL WORDS
ON THIS WHITE SNOW VACANT PAGE
ALL THE LESSONS THAT SHE LEARNS SHE PACKS AWAY
WILL YOU NEVER CEASE TO BE
THE GLUTTON OF SYMPATHY
SHE WRITES OVER AND OVER AGAIN
THAT’S WHEN I SEE IT IN YOUR EYES
WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW, TIME TO LET GO
I SEE IT IN YOUR EYES THERE IS SO
MUCH MORE OUT THERE TO BE LEARNED
TOSSING TURNING ROLL AWAY
INDECISON WON’T YOU EVER MAKE UP YOUR MIND
LIFETIME NIGHTTIME WAKE THE DAY
‘CAUSE TOMORROW WILL SEE
IF YOU’VE HAD YOUR FILL OF SYMPATHY
WILL YOU NEVER CEASE TO BE
THE GLUTTON OF SYMPATHY
DON’T YOU KNOW THE STARS ARE ALL FADING
LET THE SUNSHINE CAPTURE THE SPARKLE OF YOUR SMILE
6. THE GHOST AT NUMBER ONE
UGLY APPARITION GODS GIFT TO OXYGEN
THE PUFFED UP IMMORTAL SON
HOW THEY LOVE’EM CAUSE HE’LL BECOME
THE GHOST AT NUMBER ONE
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE ONLY
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE ONLY WHO KNOWS THAT YOU’RE RIGHT
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE A LOADED GUN
HOW DOES IT FEEL INSIDE A CHAMBER
PACKED WITH PISS AND SPITE
SURE LIFE’S NO CHERRY
BUT A CUPCAKE FOR THE MEEK
SO HE SHOOTS UP HIS POISON
UNTIL THE FROSTING TASTES SO SWEET
(LIKE A VALENTINE)
HE’S GIVING IT ALL HE’S GOT
THE KING OF REBELS HIT THE JACKPOT
BUT HIS FINISH LINE WAS AN ARTISTIC FLOP
YEAH EVEN THE CRITICS CAN’T OUTRUN
THE GHOST AT NUMBER ONE
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE ONLY
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE ONLY WHO KNOWS THAT YOU’RE RIGHT
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE A CHALKLINE DOLLAR SIGN
HOW DOES IT FEEL UP AT THE ADDRESS
ALL THE WIDOWS WRITE
MRS LYNN, THE FRUIT OF YOUR LABOR
GIVES US A SAVIOR, NAPPY SUPERSTAR
TO YOU WE BID CONGRATULATIONS TO HIM ADULATION
A BLESSED LIFE BEGUN, FOR THE GHOST AT NUMBER ONE
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE ONLY
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE ONLY WHO KNOWS THAT YOU’RE RIGHT
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE A VISIONARY POET
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO PACK A PEN WITH
VINEGAR AND INSIGHT
THERE’S A PARTY AT THE PEARLY GATES
OF GOLD AND PLATINUM
(AND) FOR YOU AN INVITATION TO THE
HOLY ROCK-N-ROLLERS
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE ONLY
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE ONLY
WHO KNOWS THAT YOU’RE RIGHT
STANDIN’ ON THE BANDSTAND
YOU’LL SEE THE LEGENDS
WHO’LL TELL YOU HOW IT FEELS
TO BE THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE SO DEEP DOWN UNDERGROUND
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE ONLY WHO KNOWS THAT
YOU’VE BEEN BURIED ALIVE
MRS LYNN, THE FRUIT OF YOUR LABOR
GIVES US A SAVIOR
7. BYE, BYE, BYE
SO THERE IT IS
ALL THE TRUTH IS ON THE TABLE
NOTHING TO FORGIVE
IT’S OK TO START AGAIN
THE WEDDING CAKE
ALL BUT FADES INTO A MEMORY
THROWN IN CUPID’S FACE
LOVE’S JUST FROSTING ANYWAY
THEY BOTH THINK BACK TO LONG AGO
WHEN THOUGHTS OF THEM BOTH GROWING OLD
HAD GIVEN THEM THE GREY HAIR THEY DESERVED
SINGIN’ BYE BYE BYE…
WELL I’VE COME TO TAKE YOU HOME
ANOTHER WIFE
NEGLECTED TO THE END
LIVES HER OWN PRISON LIFE
SOLITAIRE’S NOT JUST A GAME
SHE CALLED HIS BLUFF
EVEN THOUGH THE TOKENS AND GOLD WATCH
WERE NEVER ENOUGH
TO TELL THE TIME AND START AGAIN
IT SEEMS ALL OF THESE TRAGEDIES
THAT LAST AND LAST ETERNITIES
HAVE BROKEN EVERY BANK AND EVERY BONE
SINGIN’ BYE BYE BYE…
WELL I’VE COME TO TAKE YOU HOME
8. ALL IS FORGIVEN
HEAL ME DARLIN
PLEADED THE PLAYBOY BEDROOM EYES
GRACE YOUR SUNSHINE
TILL EVERYTHING’S OK, ALRIGHT, FINE
WHAT’S HERE IS HIS
CAUSE EVERYTHING IS FORGIVEN
FORGIVEN
THOUGH HE SOURED THE MILK OF HUMAN KINDNESS
ALL IS FORGIVEN (ALL IS FORGIVEN)
TRUTH AND AVARICE
ENCIRCLE HIS WORDS LIKE A BARBERPOLE
TWISTED AND USELESS
TILL THEY DISAPPEAR IN HER CAMISOLE
(GOODNIGHT ALIBI)
THROW AWAY YOUR DAGGERS AND PILLS
CAUSE EVERYTHING’S STILL FORGIVEN
THOUGH HE BIT OFF THE NIPPLE OF HUMAN KINDNESS
ALL IS FORGIVEN
HYPOCRITE, FOUR FLUSHER, SNAKE IN THE GRASS
JUST A SWINDLER AND A WOLF IN SHEEP’S CLOTHING, LIAR
YES HE TRIES TO HIDE THE CROSS HE BEARS
BUT SPLINTERS, LKE THE TRUTH HAVE ALWAYS RISEN
ALL IS FORGIVEN
THOUGH HE SHELTERS HIMSELF IN THE SHADE
OF THE WINGS OF A STOOL PIGEON
ALL IS FORGIVEN
9. RUSSIAN HILL*
I DREAMT ABOUT A TRANQUIL SUNDAY DRIVE
A SENSORY LULLABY
WE TRADE THE COMICS CARTOONS AND MAGAZINES
FOR PISTONS AND GASOLINE
WE SEE THE ROAD FROM THE BEDSIDE
PARKED UNDER THE SUNSHINE
WE FEEL THE WARMTH OF HE ENGINE SO WE CLIMB INSIDE
AND TAKE TO THE MOTORWAY
WATCH THE CLOUDS TURN INTO FACES
IT’S FUN TO PLAY
SHIFT THE GEARS FOR YEARS AND AGE A SINGLE DAY
UNTIL WE SPILL ONTO RUSSIAN HILL
PAST THE CATHEDRALS FILLED WITH GOD’S FAVORITE GUESTS
DIRTY HANDS FEEL CLEAN WHEN DRESSED
IN THEIR SUNDAY BEST
TREELINE VILLAGE OH SO HEAVENLY
CROSS A BRIDGE OF GOLD TO LANDSCAPES OF JUNIPER
WATCH THE CLOUDS TURN INTO FACES
IT’S FUN TO PLAY
SHIFT THE GEARS FOR YEARS AND AGE A SINGLE DAY
UNTIL WE SPILL ONTO RUSSIAN HILL
I’M PULLING THROUGH THE LAST STOPLIGHT
WE HEAD HOME PAST THE SHORELINE
AND THROUGH THE REARVIEW MIRROR IT ALL MELTS WAY
TILL WE’RE HELPLESS
WATCH THE CLOUDS TURN INTO FACES
IT’S FUN TO PLAY
WE’RE HOPELESS
SHIFT THE GEARS FOR YEARS
AND AGE A SINGLE DAY
IT FADES AWAY
FOG LIKE CUTAINS
CLOSE THE SUNSET MATINEE
A DREAM FULFILLED ON RUSSIAN HILL
10. HE’S MY BEST FRIEND
I’VE KNOWN HIM ALL MY LIFE
IT SEEMS SO INCONCEIVABLE
AT THIRTEEN WE SHOOK HANDS
BUT WE’VE ALWAYS BEEN INSEPARABLE
HE’S CINNAMON ON MY TOAST WE’RE SO CLOSE
THAT’S NOT TO SAY WE’VE HAD OUR SHARE OF ARGUMENTS
HE’S SO UNPREDICTABLE HE WINKS ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
WHEN I WOULD RATHER HE CLOSE HIS EYE THAN PUSH ME ASIDE
MY HAND’S A FIVE-LEAF CLOVER
IT’S PALM SUNDAY OVER AND OVER
I NEVER HAD THE LUCK OF SWINGERS
TILL I WAS WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER
YOU DON’T NEED A BRAIN TO HAVE A STROKE OF GENIUS
OR A BEAUTIFUL GIRL TO LET DOWN YOUR CURLS
CAUSE GROWING UP IS HARD ENOUGH
WHEN YOU’RE A POWDERKEG FOR POWDERPUFFS
(WHETHER WE’RE STAYIN’ IN OR HANGIN’ OUT)
I’D NEVER ASK ANOTHER ON A DATE TO THE BALL
HE DOESN’T NEED A RUBBER SWEATER OR ALCOHOL
CAUSE HE GETS TIPSY FROM EXCHANGING LOOKS
(AND A LITTLE) MISTY READING STICKY BLUE DIRTY BOOKS
BUT HE’S MY BEST FRIEND
HE’S MY BEST FRIEND
I’M HIS BEST FRIEND
HE’S MY BEST FRIEND
MY HAND’S A FIVE-LEAF CLOVER
IT’S PALM SUNDAY OVER AND OVER
I NEVER HAD THE LUCK OF SWINGERS
TILL I WAS WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER
HE’S MY BEST FRIEND
(WE COULD HOLD HANDS FOR HOURS)
HE’S MY BEST FRIEND
(IN THE BEDROOM OR SHOWER)
I’M HIS BEST FRIEND
(I PICK HIM UP WHEN HE’S FEELIN’ DOWN)
HE’S MY BEST FRIEND
(I GUESS HE’S ALWAYS BEEN HANGIN’ ROUND)
HE’S MY BEST FRIEND
(HE GETS LONELY NOW AND THEN)
HE’S MY BEST FRIEND
(AND GETS SHY ‘ROUND OTHER MEN)
I’M HIS BEST FRIEND
(IT SEEMS I’VE REACHED THE END OF MY BEST FRIEND)
11. TOO MUCH, TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE
SAY GOODNIGHT YOUR SONG IS THROUGH
THE FAINT REFRAIN WE HARDLY KNEW
COMES CRASHING AGAINST THE DRUNKEN WATERS OF THIS WAKE
WHEN I HESITATE BECAUSE ALL I CAN SAY IS
TOO MUCH, TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE
FAREWLL YOU FOOL
SPARE ME THE PUNCHLINE PLEASE
I LEARNED IT WELL AT SUNDAY SCHOOL
WAY BACK WHEN ALL YOU LOVED WAS THE GREASEPAINT
NOT THE COLLECTION PLATE
SO MUCH FOR THE FUNNY FACE BECAUSE ALL I CAN SAY IS
TOO MUCH, TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE
REMEMBER WHEN MURDER WAS ONLY KILLING TIME
AND AN AXE TO GRIND WAS A BITTER GULP OF STRYCHNINE
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE MUSKATEERS OF CHESTERFILDS
TOBACCO SWORDS BEHIND SMOKY SHIELDS
SAY GOODNIGHT (GOODNIGHT)
OLD SONG (SO LONG)
YOU’RE THROUGH (SET THE NEEDLE BACK AND HUM A NEW TUNE)
FAINT REFRAIN (REFRAIN)
AND MAKE ROOM (SO SOON)
FOR NEW (UNTIL THE HOOK CAN PULL THE BRIGE INTO VIEW)
BUT SPARE ME THE VAGUE AND NOT SO CLEVER COUPLETS
THE ONE I WOULD’VE LOVED WHEN I WAS YOU
BECAUSE NOW ALL I CAN SAY IS TOO MUCH, TOO LITTLE
AND ALL I CAN FEEL FELLS LIKE THE HEAVIEST WEIGHT
BECAUSE ALL I CAN SAY IS TOO MUCH, TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE
12. BRIGHTER DAY
STRIKE THE TENT UNPROP THE PAINTBOX
AND PACK THE CARRIAGES WITH THE “FLESH FREAKS OF FEAR”
AT THE BEACH WE LEFT THEM SHELL SHOCKED
LINING UP THE AVENUE IN VIEW OF NEXT YEAR
HIGH STEPPIN’ LIKE A BRIGADE
DOWN THE BLOCK DON’T BE SHOCKED
TO HEAR SOMEBODY SAY “WAKE UP DOOMSDAY”
IT’S TIME TO JOIN THE BIG PARADE
COME AND MARCH IN TIME WITH THE BAND
PLAYING LOUD FIGHTING CROWDS
TO SEE THE MATINEE (IT’S TAILOR MADE)
BECAUSE IT’S GOING TO BE A BRIGHTER DAY
FOR THE SEEKER OF THRILLS BEHIND THE FERRIS WHEEL
THERE’S A MAN WITH ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVE
AND ONE FOOT ON A BANANA PEEL
HE’S AN ACTOR OF SORTS WHO SOLD HIMSELF TOO SHORT
SO NOW HE TRAVELS DOOR TO DOOR PERFORMING “DEATH OF A SALESMAN”
OH MY COUNTRY TEARS OF THEE
HOW THE CIRCUS MAKES THE WORLD SAFE FOR ANARCHY
IN A CAGE WITH AN UNEASY CHAIR
ATOP A MERRY-GO-ROUND HE WEARS THAT CLOWN CROWN
CAN’T YOU SEE THAT YOU CAN COME AS YOU ARE
AS YOU WERE IF YOU PREFER YOU CAN CHANGE (YES IT CAN BE ARRANGED)
WHEN YOU COME AND JOIN THE BIG PARADE
BUT YOU CAN LEAVE YOUR BAGGAGE AT HOME
DON’T YOU PACK DON’T LOOK BACK
THEN YOU CAN TRULY SAY “GOOD BYE HIDEAWAY”
THAT WAS THEN AND THIS IS NOWADAYS
COME ON YOU BIG SHOT ENJOY THE RAIN
TAKE A CLASS IN PUMPIN’ BLOOD INTO THOSE WEATHER VANES
AND I’D BET YOU’D STILL COME OUT AS TEACHER’S PET
(ICE-CREAM AND YOU
CAUSE WHEN IT COMES TO BEING WATERTIGHT
SCREAM BUT YOU’LL
YOU WROTE THAT BOOK AND YOU OWN THE COPYRIGHT AND CLOWN COSTUME
ALWAYS BE A PLUMBER
I SAW IT HANGIN’ IN THE CLOSET OF YOUR ELBOW ROOM
WITH A PIPE DREAM)
IF YOU’VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH WHAT’S REAL
I’M HERE TO TELL YOU THAT IT’S NO BIG DEAL
(BECAUSE IT’S NOT TOO LATE)
IF YOU HURRY UP YOU CAN
(COME AND JOIN THE BIG CHARADE)
LINE UP SHUT UP CLEAN UP AND SHAVE
CAUSE RIGHT BEHIND YOU IN THE BACK OF THE FRAY
IS A BLADE HE’S A RENEGADE TURNING BULLSHIT INTO MARMALADE
DON’T YOU KNOW THERE’S GONNA BE
(A HEAVY PRICE TO PAY)
FOR PUSHIN’ ALL THESE CLOUDS AWAY
IT’S BOUND TO BE A BRIGHTER DAY
IT CAN’T HELP BUT BE A BRIGHTER DAY
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JELLYFISH USES PEARL DRUMS, PAISTE CYMBALS, E-MU SYSTEMS & OPCODE SYSTEMS
ALL SONGS © 1993 EMI VIRGIN SONGS, INC. / LITTLE GREEN APPLETOONS (BMI) / EMI VIRGIN MUSIC, INC. / SUNSHINE SUICIDE SONGS (ASCAP) EXCEPT RUSSIAN HILL © 1993 EMI VIRGIN SONGS, INC. / LITTLE GREEN APPLETOONS (BMI).
ALL RIGHTS FOR LITTLE GREEN APPLETOONS CONTROLLED AND ADMINISTERED BY EMI VIRGIN SONGS, INC. (BMI).
ALL RIGHTS FOR SUNSHINE SUICIDE SONGS CONTROLLED AND ADMINISTERED BY EMI VIRGIN SONGS, INC. (ASCAP).
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. USED BY PERMISSION. INTERNATIONAL COPYRIGHT SECURED.
ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY ANDY STURMER / ROGER MANNING EXCEPT * WRITTEN BY ANDY STURMER
PRODUCED BY ALBHY GALUTEN, JACK JOSEPH PUIG, ANDY STURMER AND ROGER MANNING
ALL SONGS PUBLISHED BY EMI VIRGIN SONGS, INC. / LITTLE GREEN APPLETOONS (BMI) / EMI VIRGIN MUSIC, INC. / SUNSHINE SUICIDE SONGS (ASCAP) EXCEPT * PUBLISHED BY EMI VIRGIN SONGS, INC. / LITTLE GREEN APPLETOONS (BMI)
THE MUSIC ON THIS COMPACT DIGITAL DISC WAS ORIGINALLY RECORDED ON ANALOG EQUIPMENT. WE HAVE ATTEMPTED TO PRESERVE, AS CLOSELY AS POSSIBLE, THE SOUND OF THE ORIGINAL RECORDING. BECAUSE OF ITS HIGH RESOLUTION, HOWEVER, THE COMPACT DISC CAN REVEAL LIMITATIONS OF THE SOURCE TAPE.
PRINTED IN THE USA
(P) & © 1993 CHARISMA RECORDS AMERICA, INC.
WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OF THIS RECORDING IS PROHIBITED BY FEDERAL LAW AND SUBJECT TO CRIMINAL PROSECUTION.
ANDY STURMER
SANG, PLAYED DRUMS, SOME GUITAR AND SOME KEYBOARDS
ROGER MANNING
PLAYED KEYBOARDS AND SANG
TIM SMITH
PLAYED BASS AND SANG
GUITARS BY LYLE WORKMAN & JON BRION.
ADDITIONAL BASS BY T-BONE
PRODUCED BY ALBHY GALUTEN, JACK JOSEPH PUIG, ANDY STURMER AND ROGER MANNING
RECORDED AND MIXED BY JACK JOSEPH PUIG
ASSISTED BY KEN ALLERDYCE AND CHRIS RICH
MASTERED BY DOUG SAX
JOINING A FAN CLUB…?
JELLYFISH ARMY
P.O. BOX 884341 SAN FRANCISCO, CA 94188-4341
MANAGEMENT: INDUSTRIAL MANAGEMENT, CHRIS COYLE / VICTOR RATTO
ART DIRECTION: JELLYFISH AND MICK HAGGERTY
DESIGN: MICK HAGGERTY & KATHY PHILPOTT
PHOTOGRAPHY – COVER AND STUDIO INTERIOR: PETER DARLEY MILLER
OTHER PHOTOGRAPHY: CARY OKAZAKI
SPECIAL THANKS: PHIL 9
