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- 01. MANUFACTURERS (5:26)
- 02. IT'S WHAT YOU DO (IT'S NOT WHAT YOU ARE) (4:16)
- 03. ALECIA (5:37) VIDEO
- 04. YOU ALWAYS WANT WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE (3:56)
- 05. JAILBAIT (3:41)
- 06. THE WHEREABOUTS (3:35)
- 07. DIARY (3:23)
- 08. THINKING (5:12)
- 09. GETTING BETTER (2:54)
CDR Bonus Tracks:
- 10. MELBOURNE (3:18)
- 11. MELBOURNE [Factory Mix] (3:17)
- 12. ROCK 'N' ROLL KIT (3:01)
- 13. I'M ONLY SLEEPING (3:03)
- 14. AND YOUR BIRD CAN SING (2:03)
- 15. AND YOUR BIRD CAN PLAY (2:03)
- 16. TIME OF THE SEASON (4:39)
Warning: LYRICS MANUFACTURERS me wanna dance with you baby at the manufacturers me wanna throw you on the floor where they make the goods me wanna take you toxic rock and roll me wanna make you manufacture you me wanna hunch on your body at the manufacturers me wanna put you on assembly line construct a mold and make you good me wanna take you talk some rock and roll me wanna make you manufacture you baby, 1977 r.stevie moore IT'S WHAT YOU DO (IT'S NOT WHAT YOU ARE) it's what you do ah it's not what you are ah it's what you do ah it's not what you are ah 1986 r.stevie moore ALECIA a perfect combination once upon a time i knew a little girl of ten she was gonna be eleven soon, but when? when can i have you, baby? alecia, alecia oh everyday we'd play upon the front porch swing 'til five she was gonna be my futuristic bride when can i marry you, baby? alecia, appreciate you i do a perfect celebration happy birthday to you you are my underage sweetheart you are true you are, not what you do u. r. true alecia, felicia grow up maybe we can go away from all your relatives i will pick you up tonight so pack your bags when can i kidnap you? alecia, congratulations you're twelve so we finally got a preacherman to tie the knot everything is fine no everything is great and wonderful alecia, appreciate you i will a perfect cause to date you 1986 r.stevie moore YOU ALWAYS WANT WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE i know that people want to live right and you and me are no exception if i can't have you every morning i'll lose my senses of direction where will i go how will i get there who will be waiting for my arrival will it be real or just remembered you always want what you don't have what can i do am i contented who am i searching for satisfaction is anything real or just described you always want what you don't have now that i'm without you i regret i took advantage of this special opportunity i had to place my arms around you what more can i do just to make my dreams come true 1978 r.stevie moore JAILBAIT (Andre Williams 1957) well I'm running Yes, before it's too late Trying to get away From that jail bait It's a rough temptation But a common invitation And a good association But a quick elimination That will take you out of cirqulation Yes, I'm talking about that younger generation So take my advice fellas For goodness sake 15, 16, 17 that's jail bait Now they swear that they're in love That you and her got stars above And she's lookin' mighty good Just like a young girl should Well we try to tell you no And let that young girl go But you, you know it all You have yourself a ball And now that it's too late As you look from cell number eight I tried to tell you, old mate 17 and a half is still jail bait So tomorrow's the date For the trial of jail bait And just you watch and see The young girl will go free And you'll get one to three So out the door she walks To another man she talks Before you can count From one to eight Another man in for Jail bait Please, Mister Judge If you just let me go this time I won't mess with them young girls no more I swear I'm not gonna bother them no more, Mister Judge I ain't gonna bother none fifteen I ain't gonna bother none sixteen I ain't gonna bother none seventeen I ain't gonna mess with none eighteen I'm gonna leave them twenty-year-old ones alone too I'm gonna get me a girl about forty-two If you just believe what I say and let me go, Mister Judge Please Mister Judge, I ain't gonna bother them young girls no more Gimme a break, Mister Judge Please Mister Judge THE WHEREABOUTS has anybody here seen my baby of twelve years she disappeared and i grieve every night are you sure she didn't stop here on the way to brooklyn your guess is as good as mine where oh where did she go to there i swear i just saw her face she was the only girl i could depend on to be with me now the whereabouts of my love are unknown we met in '46 in the driveway of a hotel my eyes have seen the glory of her smile i'm sure i could believe in the way she gave her promise that she would be mine for such a long, long while where oh where did she go to there i swear i just saw her face she was the only girl i could depend on to be with me now the whereabouts of my love are unknown she's five foot seven inches and she's medium build she has a lovely head of long light brown hair you might not have noticed but she's wearing the necklace that I gave her at the new york world's fair where oh where did she go to there i swear i just saw her face she was the only girl i could depend on to be with me now the whereabouts of my love are unknown i fear that she is lost in the panic stricken crowds that have gathered since the russians have attacked is she a lone survivor? is she thinking all about me? is she wishing we together could get back? where oh where did she go to there i swear i just saw her face she was the only girl i could depend on to be with me now the whereabouts of my love are unknown 1986 r.stevie moore DIARY (Gates 1972) i found her diary underneath a tree and started reading about me the words she'd written took me by surprise you'd never read them in her eyes they said that she had found the love she'd waited for wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it when she confronted with the writing there simply pretended not to care i passed it off as just in keeping with her total disconcerting air and though she tried to hide the love that she denied wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it and as i go through my life i will give to her my wife all the sweet things i can find i found her diary underneath a tree and started reading about me the words began to stick and tears to flow her meaning now was clear to see (it's someone else) and as i go through my life i will wish for her his wife all the sweet things that she can find all the sweet things they can find THINKING i do a lot of thinking thinking 'bout the way i think concentration's great, i think i don't think i'm unthinkable i do a lot of drinking thinking 'bout the way i drink hanging my head in the sink i don't think i'm unsinkable i'm deciding topics to discuss with myself and i find so many subjects i can't think oh no no no no no i don't do much conversing cursing 'bout the way i curse conversations with my nurse i don't talk about my thinking i do a lot of wondering pondering 'bout the way i plan do you have a goal, young man? i don't think about my thinking situation comedy tonight with myself it's a situation comedy tonight oh no no no no no simulation tragedy tonight with myself it's a situation comedy tonight oh no no no no no 1978 r.stevie moore GETTING BETTER (Lennon/McCartney) it's getting better all the time i used to get mad at my school the teachers who taught me weren't cool you're holding me down, turning me round filling me up with your rules i've got to admit it's getting better a little better all the time i have to admit it's getting better it's getting better since you've been mine me used to be a angry young man me hiding me head in the sand you gave me the word i finally heard i'm doing the best that i can i've got to admit it's getting better a little better all the time i have to admit it's getting better it's getting better since you've been mine getting so much better all the time it's getting better all the time better, better, better it's getting better all the time better, better, better i used to be cruel to my woman i beat her and kept her apart from the things that she loved man i was mean but i'm changing my scene and i'm doing the best that i can Bonus track: ROCK 'N ROLL KIT a rock and roll kit came to my front door i don't remember what it sold for nevertheless it was incredible weather and in no time i had it put together it was a breeze quite full of ease i turned my kit into a hit set up me drums at a quarter to five i put them down in one take with no jive add two guitars so i'd have another song i had a feeling it wouldn't take long i played the bass just like an ace i turned my kit into a fit rock and roll kit's very fun to play rock and roll fits comin' every day rock and roll fits throwin' it away rock rock and roll kit's very fun to play (yes it is) rock and roll fits comin' every day (here they come) rock and roll bits boy you gotta stay rock roll a rock and roll kit came to my front door it was a good one in 7/4 followed the instructions inside my hairy head i made it up by myself instead i play it now just like a cow how do you like my rock and roll bit? 1976 r.stevie moore
Like all of Moore's albums, this is a self-performed, self-produced, homemade release. While the sound here is sometimes tinny or muffled and the performing in places is haphazardly executed, there is a certain basement-brewed charm and cleverness afoot here that makes this record quite listenable. Highlights include "Jailbait," which sounds like a classic raw black blues number, complete with soundalike vocals and funky lyrics, but without the use of blues chordal progressions; the swallowed-up production values here help contribute to the illusion that this song was culled from a 1930's breakable 78. "Alicia" is an eccentric uptempo song with clear nods to White Album-era Beatles and the Bonzo Dog Band. "Whereabouts" is an acoustic country-pop tune with whining falsetto vocals that sometimes veer into out-of-tuneness. "Manufacturers" is a funky, almost danceable number full of chordal and arrangement surprises that has ironically cretinous lyrics delivered in a Barry White-style voice. There are two covers here, the better one being "Diary," the sentimental 1970s ditty by Bread; this comes off as a hilarious parody owing partly to the additions of a drum machine track, strangely timed crashing cymbals, and an earnestly exaggerated vocal delivery -- a real hoot. This is an inconsistent, if unusual and sometimes fun record to listen to.
R. STIEVE MOORE
R. Steive ist ein Besessener. Er sitzt irgendwo in den Staaten, diverse Billigaufnahmegerate um sich geschart und ist der idee verfallen, die Welt mit Songs zu versorgen. Er hat bisher 210 (!) C60-Cassetten aufgenommen - nichts deckt sich - alles Songs. Und was fur welche! Er besitzt die herrliche Naivitat eines Kevin Ayers, die Hingabe zur Traurigkeit eines John Cale und die Unverfrorenheit, was Stilmittel und Soundvorstellungen betrifft, eines Jad Fair.
R. Stieve hat seine erste LP drauίen, nach all den Cassetten, die er in kleinsten Auflagen in alle Winkel der Welt verschickte. Wenn du nie eine davon erhalten hast ist diese LP ein Trostpflaster, aber nur ein klitzekleines. Dem Mann gehort meine ganze Sympathie.
R. Steive is a possessing. It sits somewhere in the States of, various cheap-accommodation-turned out around itself geschart and the idea expired to supply the world with Songs. It took up so far 210 (!) C60-Cassetten - nothing covers itself - all Songs. And which fur which! It possesses the wonderful Naivitat of a Kevin Ayers, which devotion for the sadness John of a Cale and the insolence, which concerns style means and sound conceptions, a Jad fair.
R. Stieve has its first LP outside, after all the cassettes, which it sent away in smallest editions into all angles of the world. If you never received one from it are this LP a comfort plaster, but only a klitzekleines. The man going place my whole sympathy.
Rare French test pressing
found on eBay 10/2001
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includes 7 Bonus Tracks