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released February 14, 2013

"El Rey" Fork- vocal stylings
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Conjunto Cuchillo:
Jane Boxall- xylorimba and percussion
Ray Paczkowski- keyboards and keyboard bass
Kevin Stevens- electric guitar
Russ Lawton- drums
Raph Worrick- acoustic guitar

Special guests-
Heimo Wallner- trumpet
Karen Ferguson- backing vocals and ukulele
The Casilio Sisters- backing vocals
Matt Rogalsky- backing vocals and saucy sounds

Recorded June 2012 by Matt Rogalsky and Roger Stauss. Additional recording by Jonathan Sahula and Martin Zrost.

Mixed and Mastered by Matt Rogalsky at Memory Device.

All songs by Raph Worrick, copyright 2012 Ray Fork Music (ASCAP) except "Hasta Mañana Monsieur" by Ron and Russell Mael, copyright 1973 EMI/Virgin

This album is dedicated to the memory of Dave Harries, Veronica Villanueva, and Kevin Hurley. They all loved music.

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Track Name: Beach Song
I'm gonna tell it to you
How I'm headed out of the door
Room in the front seat for two
Two in the back seat make four
We will play by the shore
Let it simmer down a little more

Now I'm spreading the news
How I'm clocking out of the time
Note on the front door goodbye
Three more bottles of wine
Its ok, I feel fine
Maybe salty water change your mind

Catch the edge of the bay
Run it all the way to the cliff
Towel a little bit frayed
Thumb brought you here on a lift
Its alright, its ok
Just can't keep it level every day

Shake it up
Squeeze another lime
Come on baby, kiss me one more time...
Track Name: (I'm Just A Minor Threat To Your) Banana Bottom
I knew a guy who knew a guy who knew Ian MacKaye, it didn't get me anywhere
But when I met an old gay who had known Claude McKay- then I had ganja to spare
You call me even when I tell you to leave me alone, you get me all worked up on the telephone
Oh baby, you got the drop on me
You know cotton is down to a quarter a pound and my pants are worn through at the knees

You said you had a relative in the entertainment business
But now I'm sweeping the floor at your uncles TV store
What the hell is this?
Oh you know I'm just trying to get ahead, but most days you won't even let me get out bed
Oh baby, you got the drop on me
I try to keep my head down in this miserable town but you just won't let me be

Oh I'm good with my hands, I know how to drive stick
I can tune a guitar in my sleep
But my back's getting bad and the last job I had, they said I was clever, not deep
Its not how old I am its how old I feel, and you put a crack in my drivin' wheel
Oh baby, you got the drop on me
And when I went down to our old hometown they said your brother was looking for me

Oh baby, bring your banjo back to Harlem
Bring your banjo back to Harlem, come on back to Banana Bottom
Baby come on back to me
Track Name: Let's Complain
Oh my car is fucked
And the cheese you bought is bad
It was already moldy when I opened it
And I think the leak in the sink is back
And that I'm not your one and only

Let's complain, let's complain
If we can't be in love then let's complain
Let's complain, let's complain
Well it's sunny now, but here comes the rain
Let's complain, let's complain

Well I fell in love with a girl on the radio
But at her rock'n'roll show I didn't know what to say to her
She's a tough girl in the verses
But a sweet girl in the chorus
And she won't ever know what I think of her

Let's complain, let's complain
If we can't fall in love then let's complain
Let's complain, let's complain
Well they called it pleasure but it felt like pain
Let's complain, let's complain

I'd prefer if the way you were
Was the way I made you out to be
All the same, it's a losing game
And yeah, you heard it first from me

Now you know its tough to be the only band that's not from Brooklyn
And you know how no one ever returns my phone calls
So if you don't care as much as everybody else don't
I can't see how it matters very much at all

Let's complain, let's complain
You never listen so why explain
Let's complain, let's complain
Well I've said it once and I will again
Let's complain, let's complain
Track Name: Your Song's Too Long
Your song's too long
Your song's too long
Your song's too long
Your song's too long

You opened up nice, with two verses and a chorus
But right after that you started to bore us
You were four minutes into your first guitar solo
When I looked at my watch and it said "TIME TO GO"

Had a couple of drinks and I went to the can
Came out to find you still stuck in the same jam
Your keyboardist locked in a one chord vamp
Maybe his hand has developed a cramp

Your chops appear real, like the Shroud of Turin
But I'm sure I've heard that lick ten times before
If I don't fall asleep I'll hear it ten times more
Like astronauts that circle back through golden clouds of their own urine
I'm beginning to feel like the needle is stuck
In a groove thats a trend no one onstage can buck

Your song's too long
Your song's too long
Your song's too long
Your song's too long

Down at the front the beery crowd was all cheering
But I was like Ambrose Bierce, disappearing
Your drummer seemed the model of modern restraint
But the spotlight went on him and suddenly he ain't

My songs all top out at two minutes thirty
If I play any longer it makes me feel dirty
My lyrics concise, my solos succinct
I just took one now but you missed it, you blinked....

Your song's too long
Your song's too long
Your song's too long
Your song's too long
Track Name: Hasta Mañana Monsieur
I tried to tell you in the night
That with a girl like you I could do without guided tours
You tried to tell me in the day
That your leading exports were textiles and iron ore

Hasta Manana Monsieur
Were the only words that I knew for sure
Hasta Manana Monsieur
Were the three little words that I knew you'd adore

Leaving my syntax back at school
I was grown for a loss over gender and simple rules
You mentioned Kant and I was shocked ... so shocked
You know, where I come from, none of the girls have such foul tongues
Hasta Manana Monsieur
Were the only words that I knew for sure
Hasta Manana Monsieur
I'm gonna do it now
C'est la vie, c'est la mort, say no more, no no more
It's all the same , whether here or there or anywhere
There's them who have, and there are the others who have not

Kimono my house mon amour
I am sure that this motion don't need noaccompanying words
Gues I was wrong because you've fied
Leaving me with Michelin Guide and half-empty foreign bed

Hasta Manana Monsieur
Were the only words that I knew for sure
Hasta Manana Monsieur
Were the three little words that I knew you'd adore