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EVER HAVE I CRAWLED 'NEATH X​-​RAY SUNS

by GLOOP NOX & THE STIK PEOPLE

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The Salt Mines of Zanzibar Copyright © 2003, 2017 John Trubee Thanks to three bitches I'll soon be digging ditches Beneath the blazing sun Thanks to three bitches I'll soon be scratching itches From the bedbug's bites And thanks to three bitches I'm losing all my riches That I slaved for son long But I'll never return To the salt mines of Zanzibar Thanks to three bitches I'm crawling on the outside To Hell again Thanks to three bitches I've dreaded every morning On the busride to work And thanks to three bitches The strong are whipped down For the weaklings to rise But I'll never return To the salt mines of Zanzibar Boy, heave that hammer down Boy, haul that heavy load And when the twilight sun descends You'll have no time to live Thanks to three bitches I hawked my family heirlooms To the pawnshop man Thanks to three bitches I sleep beneath bridges And stand in soup lines now And thanks to three bitches I push a shopping cart Filled with aluminum cans But I'll never return To the salt mines of Zanzibar Boy, heave that hammer down Boy, haul that heavy load And when the twilight sun descends You'll have no time to live
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PORCUPINE 03:22
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Are You Crying Again? Copyright © 2017 John Trubee Published by Escape From The Evil Dwarves, BMI CHORUS: Ain't talkin' 'bout Breckdoyle Ain't talkin' 'bout Misniark Just tryin' to be free In this whirling galaxy Of misery I see All around me! VERSE 1: Are you crying again? All your clothes did you rend? Are your bones on the mend? Did you drink the secret blend? Are you nearly at the end? Are you weeping deep in sin? Have you found the truth within? In your haystack found a pin? Notified your next of kin 'Bout what you found in the bargain bin? Are you searching for sex? At the suburban multiplex? A tyrannosaurus rex Ate a plate of Tex-Mex When you divorced from your ex! CHORUS: Ain't talkin' 'bout Breckdoyle Ain't talkin' 'bout Misniark Just tryin' to be free In this whirling galaxy Of misery I see All around me! VERSE 3: Do you seek the pure divine In a powdered white line? Did you you dissect John Prine While drinking your wine Buried in a box of pine? Are you sickened by it all? All those debutante balls? Glide on chrome waterfalls Clean the racing horses' stalls Then go shopping at the mall Are those girls being mean? Is your footprint really green? Is nudity obscene? Did you kill Orson Bean For slapping Jimmy Dean? CHORUS: Ain't talkin' 'bout Breckdoyle Ain't talkin' 'bout Misniark Just tryin' to be free In this whirling galaxy Of misery I see All around me! GROOVY GUITAR SOLOS
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The Particulate Black Soot on Sunset Boulevard Copyright © 2011, 2017 John Trubee PUBLISHED BY ESCAPE FROM THE EVIL DWARVES, BMI VERSE 1: Old sad charade of drooping crones Seek Rudy Vallee's megaphone Orange sun descends in orchid haze Of palm frond madness lazy days Patina of a black soot sheen Dusts the strip of stillborn dreams Sick lying liars howl in glee Delighting in our misery O summer beach, O surfer girl Obscene illusion, elusive whirl The lies of liars lure us on To surf and turf, prime rib and prawns VERSE 2: Gerber cyclone, Jell-o snort Quimby's tirade: A sex report Mongrel maggots cavort in glee Making love: cacophony Neon aardvark whippoorwill Fluorescent meaglsers, Harper's krill Ted Bundy lied, I knew him well I watched him grill in Satan's Hell Patina of a black soot sheen Dusts the strip of stillborn dreams Sad sack losers trudging home Seek Rudy Vallee's megaphone
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about

Cover art by June Petrie "June's Dreamscape"

This LP record album exists because Ken Lawrence sent us all an email one day asking when we would record another album. That planted the idea in our heads to act. Many choices and actions later it resulted in the audio recording object you now hold.

We congregated in New Jersey in August, 2017 to rehearse at Bob Sandor's home in Bordentown and to record at Scott Simon's In The Bedroom Productions recording studio in Locktown. Amidst the chaos of our busy lives we pulled forth these songs JUST FOR FUN.

During the recording sessions Bob Sandor drove me to Locktown. I was flabbergasted by the lush beauty of the New Jersey I left behind decades ago, the stone colonial-era houses and the verdant riparian foliage by the Delaware River. Bob let me off at the Calhoun Street Bridge in Trenton to take a sentimental stroll across the river to Morrisville in Bucks County, a walk I made many times in 1973 and 1974 to go to Jim's house in Yardley for band rehearsals. Everything is a bridge, a traversing from one place in time and space to another.

One day you will be dead. One day I will be dead. One day
everyone we know will be dead. Regardless of that, the music on this record will still be extant, rotting the minds of the children of tomorrow. Isn't that great?

We hope you enjoy our music!

John Trubee
September 13th, 2018
Santa Rosa, California


SIDE ONE

1. THE SALT MINES OF ZANZIBAR.....3:47
2. PORCUPINE......................................3:22
3. ARE YOU CRYING AGAIN?...............5:14
4. HOUSE OF HOME COOKIN'....3:40


SIDE TWO

1. THE PARTICULATE BLACK SOOT ON SUNSET
BOULEVARD …................................................... 5:00
2. FINGERS AND FEATHERS...................................3:53
3. MANDY'S MANDIBLE..........................................5:46
4. WHEN SOMEONE LEARNS TO LOVE...............4:04

Jim Nevius—Vocals, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
John Trubee—Electric Guitar
Bob Sandor—Electric Bass
Ken Lawrence—Drums
Scott Simon—Keyboards

Produced and Engineered by Scott Simon
Horn arrangements by Scott Simon

Recorded at In The Bedroom Productions,
Locktown, New Jersey,
August 2017 and January through February, 2018

Cover art painting “June's Dreamscape” by June Petrie
Digitally enhanced by Michael Osborn

Graphic Design by Jim Blanchard

Michael Osborn—Executive Producer

“The Salt Mines of Zanzibar”, “Are You Crying Again?”, “The Particulate Black Soot On Sunset Boulevard” and “Mandy's Mandible” were composed by John Trubee and published by ESCAPE FROM THE EVIL DWARVES, BMI

“Porcupine”, “The House of Home Cookin'”, “Fingers and Feathers”, and “When Somebody Learns To Love” were composed by Jim Nevius and published by JWNevius Publishing, BMI

Many thanks for moral support to:

Don Bolles, Ariel Pink, Jello Biafra, Bruce Duff, William Hein, Mike Watt, Jill Danger, Lance Ozanix, Don Campau, Perry Boaz, Dennis Bathory-Kitsz, Larry Wessel, Byron Werner, Dale Ashmun, Bob Dubrow, Mike Dingle, Henry Rollins, Penn Jillette, Frank Stallone, John Waters, Neil Hamburger, Cassandra Peterson, Jeff Dahl, Steve Vai, and Matt Groening




The Salt Mines of Zanzibar

Thanks to three bitches
I'll soon be digging ditches
Beneath the blazing sun

Thanks to three bitches
I'll soon be scratching itches
From the bedbug's bites

And thanks to three bitches
I'm losing all my riches
That I slaved for son long

But I'll never return
To the salt mines of Zanzibar

Thanks to three bitches
I'm crawling on the outside
To Hell again

Thanks to three bitches
I've dreaded every morning
On the bus ride to work

And thanks to three bitches
The strong are whipped down
For the weaklings to rise

But I'll never return
To the salt mines of Zanzibar


Boy, heave that hammer down
Boy, haul that heavy load
And when the twilight sun descends
You'll have no time to live

Are You Crying Again?

Ain't talkin' 'bout Breckdoyle
Ain't talkin' 'bout Misniark
Just tryin' to be free
In this whirling galaxy
Of misery I see
All around me!

Are you crying again?
All your clothes did you rend?
Are your bones on the mend?
Did you drink the secret blend?
Are you nearly at the end?

Are you weeping deep in sin?
Have you found the truth within?
In your haystack found a pin?
Notified your next of kin
'Bout what you found in the bargain bin?

Are you searching for sex?
At the suburban multiplex?
A Tyrannosaurus Rex
Ate a plate of Tex-Mex
When you divorced from your ex!

Ain't talkin' 'bout Breckdoyle
Ain't talkin' 'bout Misniark
Just tryin' to be free
In this whirling galaxy
Of misery I see
All around me!

Do you seek the pure divine
In a powdered white line?
Did you you dissect John Prine
While drinking your wine
Buried in a box of pine?

Are you sickened by it all?
All those débutante balls?
Glide on chrome waterfalls
Clean the racing horses' stalls
Then go shopping at the mall

Are those girls being mean?
Is your footprint really green?
Is nudity obscene?Are you crying again?
All your clothes did you rend?
Are your bones on the mend?
Did you drink the secret blend?
Are you nearly at the end?

Are you weeping deep in sin?
Have you found the truth within?
In your haystack found a pin?
Notified your next of kin
'Bout what you found in the bargain bin?

Are you searching for sex?
At the suburban multiplex?
A Tyrannosaurus Rex
Ate a plate of Tex-Mex
When you divorced from your ex!

Ain't talkin' 'bout Breckdoyle
Ain't talkin' 'bout Misniark
Just tryin' to be free
In this whirling galaxy
Of misery I see
All around me!

Do you seek the pure divine
In a powdered white line?
Did you you dissect John Prine
While drinking your wine
Buried in a box of pine?
Bob Sandor's photos
Are you sickened by it all?
All those débutante balls?
Glide on chrome waterfalls
Clean the racing horses' stalls
Then go shopping at the mall

Are those girls being mean
Did you kill Orson Bean
For slapping Jimmy Dean?

Ain't talkin' 'bout Breckdoyle
Ain't talkin' 'bout Misniark
Just tryin' to be free
In this whirling galaxy
Of misery I see
All around me!


The Particulate Black Soot
On Sunset Boulevard

Old sad charade of drooping crones
Seek Rudy Vallee's megaphone
Orange sun descends in orchid haze
Of palm frond madness lazy days

Patina of a black soot sheen
Dusts the strip of stillborn dreams
Sick lying liars howl in glee
Delighting in our misery

O summer beach, O surfer girl
Obscene illusion, elusive whirl
The lies of liars lure us on
To surf and turf, prime rib and prawns

Gerber cyclone, Jell-o snort
Quimby's tirade: A sex report
Mongrel maggots cavort in glee
Making love: cacophony

Neon aardvark whippoorwill
Fluorescent meaglsers, Harper's krill
Ted Bundy lied, I knew him well
I watched him grill in Satan's Hell

Patina of a black soot sheen
Dusts the strip of stillborn dreams
Sad sack losers trudging home
Seek Rudy Vallee's megaphone


(TRUBEE RECORDS LOGO AT END OF TEXT IN LOWER RIGHT HAND CORNER)

Copyright © 2019 Jim Nevius, Scott Simon, Bob Sandor,
Ken Lawrence, and John Trubee

Copyright P 2019 John Trubee

TRUBEE RECORDS 7300223

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released June 13, 2018

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Gloop Nox and the Stik People Yardley, Pennsylvania

Early 1970's in the Delaware Valley in Yardley, Pennsylvania saw these exdocrius youngsters rehearsing every weekend. Reformed in August, 2011 to lay heavy tunes down on THE NOW GENERATION, them youngsters did real good, I'm tellin' yuh. Jim Nevius—Vocals, Electric Guitar
John Trubee---Electric Guitar
Paula Cohen---Electric Guitar
Bob Sandor--- Bass
Ken Lawrence---Drums
Scott Simon---Keyboards
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