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HALF CLEVELAND is:

Harvey Gold: guitar, keyboards, Tin Huey
Chris Butler: guitar, TIn Huey, The Waitresses
Deborah Smith-Cahan: bass, Chi-Pig
Bob Ethington: drums, percussion, Unit 5

...and collectively, about 150 years of Akron/NEO, rock 'n' roll history!

WATCH THIS SPACE for news of an upcoming CD pressing, AND our upcoming studio release!

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released November 13, 2014

Remastered by: David "Tate" Stephenson

Recorded by: David Towne, Matt Masek, and Billy Lynch
Mixed by: David Towne
Mastered by: David Towne with Tommy Wiggins
Executive producer: Tommy Wiggins
Production coordinator: Trent Thomas and David Kennedy
RAT student assistant: Danielle Reynolds and Seana Lymer

Thanks to Tommy Wiggins, and all the R.A.T. students and faculty for making this happen.

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Track Name: HEY STRANGER
HEY STRANGER

she dives her submarine downtown
and docks it at the door of the Buddha Lounge
a little over-dressed for noise and smoke
cocktails, politics and dirty jokes

who's she? "you know me," she said
five or six of us just scratch our heads
strangers in here can be dangerous
the crazy thing is...i know she knows us

she makes a table for one feel crowded

hey stranger, hey stranger

i hear a 100 opinions
strictly local talent, no a pro
we can spot a fake a mile away
she could be my muse, you never know

shut up, your logic's all rusted
can't you hear the jazz time in her talk?
nobody ever hears the catch
if everybody's eager to be caught

why don't ya just dive back in your drinks?
didn't swimming in the dark teach you anything?

hey stranger, hey stranger

that woman's every loser's pearl
she's every blind boy's seeing-eye girl
our lady of the down and outs
anyway, the buddha's now in doubt

ice rattles in a drink, someone coughs
local anesthetic wearing off?
"i'm yours," she said. i said "no you're not."
"i'll stick with the maybe i maybe got"
"you're too late. i don't need you now"
"you're just someone i once dreamed about"
she said "whatcha got if you don't have me?"
i said "Buddha always dug a mystery."

but tell me who chipped out this trail?
it's either run around in circles and chase your tail
or sleep with this dragon on a bed of nails.

hey stranger, hey stranger
hey stranger, hey stranger
Track Name: WORKINGMAN'S BEER
THE BOTTOM OF A WORKINGMAN'S BEER

V1
well, i know who's president
but i don't know anyone who voted for him

can't empty this glass
it keeps filling up with all of my problems

video street fight
constant "boing bing" in the background

and there's a jar of purple eggs on the bar
oh, i begs to be so embalmed

c'mon Oracle...answer my questions
read the bubbles, which way is heaven?
from the bottom of a working man's beer?

V2
the city of industry
sneered down its stacks at my muscles

like i was something to sweat,
just a truck, just a can for commercials

i told em, i told em,
you can't run this thing on just dazzle...

it sank like a tank in the mud
it was a comedy special

c'mon...join the expedition
see the ruins of a lost civilization...
at the bottom of a working man's beer

c'mon...join the migration
we're going south, everybody's sinking...
to the bottom of a working man's beer

MIDDLE-8

and it's cold and dark down here...
where your butt's in a sling, your nuts are in a vice
and those "pull yourself up" bootstraps are dungeon tight

how do you tell your kid that his old man's
been jerked around by an Invisible Hand?
the guys in the ties say "sir, we're doing all we can"
but tell me, Mr. Oracle, can i pay ya with food stamps?

V3
i know who's president
...like it really matters?

he ain't wearing this belt...
the one that keeps gettin' tighter and tighter

i was weaned on the dream
that the fat of the land had no limit

yeah...my lap's gotten fat
but nothing good's gonna drop in it...

c'mon...join the inquisition
buried alive...
buried alive...
buried alive at the Cafe Masoleum!
it's me! it's me!
at the bottom of a working man's beer.

yeah...i know who's president...you bet.
Track Name: CHEAP MECHANICS
Cheap Mechanics
Legnini, Gold

Not gonna sit down and discuss this.
Don't have a three-martini lunch to buck me up, no....
Hit & run.

I killed a hundred year old man, a hero, one dead and still counting.
I don't have the time or heart to trade digs with you....
A quick hit.

Every day every night it's a jungle feast
No handicapped, no refugees, the death toll increased.

The visit’s off, he was run over by the cops.
Look I’m serious, you always thought I'm joking....
The fix is in,

And it's hotter than Calcutta, gotta go.

Fights for his life but he always delivered in the clutch.
He was fast, quick and easy, it was easy
Take a hike.

Every day every night…

It's like a hurricane, but I'm on ice now....

The Feds are grilling everybody and his mother.
The smallest fire brings chaos to it's feet
Brave Dolly waits the surgery decision.

No movie's gonna be made about me.
I come too fast, I come too good, I come too cheap.

Yours truly's never gonna hit Miami, what a shame.

Every day every night…
Track Name: IDLE VIEWINGS
Idle Viewings

We don’t go for the anisette
We don’t go because we’re
Expected to, no, no, no
We don’t go because we’re
Happy hypocrites…

Don’t want to superimpose our strange lives
On this
Dialogue with Shadows

“But if they don’t mean it
And our spies find out…”

Then we’ll just trickle in smoothly
Whispered questions, answers
Neighbors shrug their shoulders,

Orange water…
To anyone who cries too loud
But we keep working in shifts &
No one knows our names some of us
Cry and quake
“They start to shake…
“Can’t let them steal our wake…”
And then we’re off…

It wasn’t even my Daddy… BUT
If it was him I’d expect you to be sitting by his side

It wasn’t even my Mamma… BUT
If it was her I’d expect you to be sitting by her side

It wasn’t even my Uncle… BUT
If it was him I’d expect you to be sitting by his side

It wasn’t even a PHONE CALL… BUT
If it was it I’d expect you to be sitting by it’s side
Track Name: LE FRENCH MOVIE
le french movie
INTRO

we rendez-vous at our favorite Scottish restaurant
a/k/a Mc Sewer
can’t take my eyes off your chest
you, my Milwaukee tumor

40 years ago, i wonder, hon...
were we really that much cooler?
that much cooler?

i remember you screaming at the rally
“bring the fascists to their knees”
your educated tongue
sank my L.S.A.T.’s
back then we upped the revolution
each time we dropped our jeans

like in a "le french movie"

each time we dropped our jeans

INSTRUMENTAL PART/RE-INTRO (DOUBLE TIME?!)

i wanted a job once...they asked me, son what can you do well?
i said i’m a really excellent smoker
and as a tourist, non-pareil

i am skilled/schooled at power loafing
and i have a pleasant smell
i have a pleasant smell

me?...well...i’m still chasing magic
missing every shot at wealth
heard you’re sticking needles into people
in the name of hippie health
how come every plot invention
ends up parodying itself?
parodying itself?

like in a "le french movie"

STAY IN G

when i was voted the worst joint roller
in my dorm back in ‘68

you rescued me with absinthe,
Jarry & Carné

the whole world was watching (us)
now, we’re parsley on a plate
like parsley on a plate

like in a "le french movie"

INSTRUMENTAL PART
JAM IN F#
RE-INTRO (original tempo)
FIGURE = end
Track Name: LARRY'S IN THE CUTOUT BIN
Larry’s In the Cut Out Bin

I need a complete modern method for trumpet and coronet
Some supplementary studies
High tones for trumpet and trombone

No more screaming guitars with Monster amplification.
The secret of technique preservation…

This is weird, I need a vacation- Some easy duets…

This causes gas.
Pain in the ass.

If you ride the chairlift you drive as if my life depended on it
But that’s got nothing to do with it!
I don’t know what I’m saying!
I need something else…

I look at my anatomy, I say “What can I do? This is getting sick”
Some Lip Flexability.
Have trumpet will transpose

Driving with no license, asking questions, I’m so dry I can’t even spit
Some accident insurance
I can’t imagine what kind of occurrence,
Could happen to me.

I could understand everything twice as much as I can now
But I can’t see how,
I don’t know…
How I think these things.
Track Name: PHYSICS
PHYSICS v3.0
VERSE
shoulda fit in
just shoulda tried
shoulda backed down
just shoulda lied

shoulda turned my back on everything I knew was right

CHORUS
but reality’s never applied to me...
never did, and never will

reality’s never applied to me...
never did, never will
never did, never will

VERSE
shoulda played safe
just shoulda known
[shoulda shut up]?
[shoulda gone home]?

really should’ve left well enough alone

CHORUS
never did, never will x 2

GUITAR CLIMB X 2

SLOW ARPEGGIO CLIMB
really should choose
shoulda been scared
really should go
really should care

shoulda been here when I was over there

CHORUS
never did, never will x 2

FAST ARPEGGIO CLIMB
shoulda faced facts
shoulda had doubts
should be ashamed
shoulda sold out

really shoulda learned what the hell it’s all about

CHORUS
never did, never will x 3

GUITAR CLIMB X 2

MIDDLE 8
now, it doesn’t take a genius
to see just how things are
but it takes a lot of sweat, to forget
everything you’ve learned so far...
SOLOS

STOPS/MODULATION

CHORUS

never did, never will X ∞
Track Name: RED DRINKS
RED DRINKS! RED DRINKS!

“RED DRINKS, RED DRINKS” (mumble riff!)

I see ya sitting on a stool with your brown drink
floatin’ on your wit so ya don’t sink
try’nta drown any thoughts that dare think
your life stinks, life stinks...

all the stuff that was set up just right
fizzled out like a ten-cent nitelite
you were groomed to be a star, not a satellite
whudda bite, a bite

so ironic...

“RED DRINKS, RED DRINKS” (mumble riff!)

fill ‘er up for a good disaster
bob along on yer bulging bladder
gonna make a big splash when ya splatter
you splat, you splatter...

ya say ya wanna be the king of this play pen?
ya say ya wanna be the queen of the s/he-men?
or are ya gonna be the means to the end
of the end, the end...

of yer tether?

through a crack in the background chatter
the sound track of the bistro culture
a ton of guilt just hangs like a vulture
eyeing yer bones

everybody on the right’s gotta red glass
everybody on the left’s gotta red glass
everything’s closin’ in too fast
leave me alone!
leave me alone!

(ugly-ass boid...!)

if yer gonna stay stuck in that bottle?
the only way ya gonna spin’s with a swizzle
you’re gonna get sick when it wiggles
ain’t no pill, no pill...

are ya gonna stay a numb in the 90’s?
be the best of the bad faux Presleys?
when ya finally gonna make some money?
make money, money

and crack this riddle...?

through a gash the background chatter
ya hear a nag nag nagging whisper
"everybody you know’s so clever
& smarter than you..."

everybody on the right’s gotta red glass
everybody on the left’s gotta red glass
everything’s closin’ in too fast
leave me alone!
leave me alone!

sitting on a stool with your brown drink
floatin’ on your wit so ya don’t sink
try’nta drown any thoughts that dare think
your life stinks, life stinks...
Track Name: NEW ENEMY
NEW ENEMY

open your mouth and let your winter out
move your lips, move your tongue about
assemble noises to match your feelings, please
‘cuz…mind-reading just ain't in my genes...


pack up that evil Italian digit
save it for when your folks come to visit
talk American, dammit, it's the language of liars
if hate were people, you'd be China

I can smell your anger
I can taste your die, you bastard...die
I can hear your head go tick...tick..tick

any moment now
any moment now
pop...black butterfly

I’ve got all the friends I need…
I could use a new enemy, tho…

how interesting, this transformation
you're more complex than I imagined
cruel below, courtly above
almost there, one last shove...

I can smell your anger
I can taste your die, you bastard...die
I can see your head go tick...tick..tick

any moment now
any moment now
hello...black butterfly
Track Name: THE IDIOT TRAIL
THE IDIOT TRAIL

V1
the sign says...YOU ARE HERE!
gee, that's a relief...

a red dot...on a line
of some lunatic's reasoning

V2
what logic!...what sense!
so stupid, it's staggering

an idiot...trail
that doesn't know where it's going

V3
can't miss it?...oh, yes i can
i can miss anything

gimme a hint...and i'll drop it...

Bridge 1
like a bush league catcher with a hole in his mitt
all the balls are taking crazy bounces

proudly point out the joints on your strip
but all i see are slaughterhouses

if fun can kill ya
and work can kill ya
and love can kill ya
and the air can kill ya
that doesn't leave a whole lotta options...

Chorus 1

saddle up, buckaroos!
it's all uphill from here
mount yer big dumb animals
take plenty of dope and beer
the scenery's such a wreck
it'll crash yer cameras...ya-hoo

we're taking the idiot trail x 4

Bridge 2 (1/2 reprise)
if fun can kill ya
and work can kill ya
and love can kill ya
and the air can kill ya
i guess there are a whole lotta options, afterall

V4
so be happy...but beware
there's teeth behind the grin

so sweet...so instant
the hungry never win

V5
cold-cocked...cold cuts
a deli of disarray

is this art?...or an ashtray?

Bridge 3
the difference is moot, snuff out yer cheroot
and see if anybody complains

slice through the sky in a flying knife
or would you rather jump the bullet train?

if food costs money
and clothes cost money
and gas costs money
and money costs money
i guess ya need a whole lotta money...

Chorus 2
buckle up, buckaroos!
we're headed for angry weather
and every part in this thing
came from the lowest bidder
last chance to use the can
and call your mothers...

we're taking the idiot trail x 2

yippy-ki-oh-ki-ah, huzzah, three cheers...

we're taking the idiot trail x 4