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Vanilla | 77

by Vanilla

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1.
Shut Yer Gob 03:24
If yer fixin’ to get a lickin’ You’ve come to the right place One more bottle and I’ll have to throttle Yer ugly-looking face All yer silly talk is slurred And if you say another word I’ll grab you ‘neath the waterline And re-align your spine… (Shut yer gob!) Drink your beer (Shut yer gob!) And get out of here (Shut yer gob!) Give me peace (Shut yer gob!) Or lose your teeth Don’t give me reason it’s fightin’ season And tonight I’m at my worst I may end up on the bathroom floor But you’re gonna get there first In spite of all beer I’ve had I’ll beat ya up, and that’s just sad You’ll need a nurse, go out head-first If I break yer nose my bad… You’ll need some dental care It’s time to say your goodnight prayer I’ll put you in a wheelchair Oh no
2.
Ka-bang! 03:27
(Ka-bang)-ing in the midnight hour (Ka-bang)-ing on the double (Ka-bang)-ing with the kind of ‘tude That gets you into trouble (Ka-bang)-ing on the disco floor (Ka-bang)-ing there for hours (Ka-bang)-ing at the liquor store In pooka shells and flowers There’s no reason, there’s no rhyme, Nothing really matters Senses working overtime ‘Cause sha-doobie you’ve been shattered (Ka-bang)-ing like a dancing queen (Ka-bang)-ing like model (Ka-bang)-ing while the posers preen With a champagne bottle (Ka-bang)-ing when the evening falls (Ka-bang)-ing ‘til the morning (Ka-bang)-ing ‘til the alcohol Is gone without a warning And when the dance floor Is in an uproar You require Getting higher When the police Say it must cease Well… You can tell them they can go to hell… credits
3.
On the cold, mean streets In the sad retreats I'm a vast all-seeing eye Looking high and low Where the players go For a drink and an alibi So I prowl the town With my scepter and crown I traipse across the street I lay me down On the sacred ground In my favorite retreat The Royal Spa Is above the law It's open 'til midnight If it's open at all The Royal Spa For you and I A happy ending A lullaby... Now the girls are here And if you’ve had a beer You might be in the pink But hook or slice It’s never nice If it makes your ego shrink Those holy rollers those Bel Aire posers Are wearing their fancy pants You don’t drop your card When your avant-garde You just get psycho with the sycophants Now the sun is rising I’m philosophizing As the girls head out the door The hills are misty I have a whiskey And I’m all alone once more I punch the throttle with a brandy-bottle And flash like a bowie-knife Through Hollywood streets And sad retreats Of someone else’s life
4.
Torture Me 03:16
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Go 02:56
Sweet words Meant to flatter Never Really matter You’re so Cool and clever But I say Never, never… Don’t waste Your super-powers You may need them After hours… Go! to the rear of the line, baby Go! Maybe next time Don’t you know… It isn’t meant to be…… Never… Ever call me You never Could enthrall me Listen To your feelings You’ll never be Appealing You may wonder If you blundered You may never know… It's very, very necessary That you’ve got to go There’s no Sympathy thus There Will never be “us” Sorry For your troubles And your hopes that Burst like bubbles credits
6.
In the Vale of the Valkyries The kegs are drained down to the lees In the towers of Numenor The Watchers of Time are at the door You can tell your mamma, tell your sister too I’ll shake their lemon tree -- it’s just what I do There’ll be drama in the sauna when the demons debut And everything’s going askew A how-do-you-do A hullabaloo… In the fortress of Dol Guldor The Woodland Elves are at the door The Iron Hills range to the east The Uruk-hai begin their feast Darlin’, Darlin’, Darlin’ take a hold of it Seize the scepter now and see if it fits Careful little lady, and don’t misconstrue Everything’s going askew A how-do-you-do A hullabaloo The days are passing Storms are lashing The fires around us blaze Beware the eye Look to the sky Avoid its ghastly gaze You can tell your mamma, tell your sister too I’ll shake their lemon tree-- it’s just what I do (There’ll be) drama in the sauna when the demons debut And everything’s going askew A how-do-you-do A hullabaloo… credits
7.
Occam we need you as tales spin about Pare down these notions the fringe always touts Too many sides to an obvious thing The wise poking holes at what the foolish all bring A sad painted story an engine gains speed People are listening and filling some need There’s nothing I see and I’m placing no bets At the end of the day, its as good gets Show me a sign. One bit of reason, a reason to find Lets get on our way There is really no reason. There is nothing to say Quit throwing out morals and living on high Don’t always think that the money will buy Stature and smiles and false self esteem Occam has told us its just what it seems Twisting the tales till you’re out of control Stop painting pictures and selling your soul Hawking the future and parting your ways Ego and brains always get in the way A look from every angle always gets you lost. Spinning stories at everyone’s cost No one believes you yet you still talk out loud. You fell from the flock and got lost in the crowd.
8.
Poop Deck 03:13
I’ve been sailing Evacuating The crew is bailing The gulls are trailing The sun sets deep in the west I’m the king of the poop deck In my blazer, cap and a vest Avoiding a shipwreck Light breeze blowing The girls are glowing Tan lines showing Dingy towing… All the oysters and champers See how the crew girl scampers Top-siders and sliders On a day like today we're all Outsiders The sun is setting I’m pirouetting My thirst needs whetting Attention-getting
9.
Pillbox 04:06
Wide-eyed and wonderstruck The world was hers no need for luck She stayed the course and was not afraid The fix was in, her bed was made She put her trust in other friends And spent her time on other ends Treasure came and treasure went Advantage gone, the money spent Her friends weren’t what they seemed to be And drew her to calamity Now time stands still on all the clocks as people pass her by The street was where she used to play, now it’s where she spends her day No time for worries, no time for clocks She’s moved inside the pill box Now she lives as best she can In alleys and in garbage cans The sidewalk‘s dry where she was curled With all the freedom in the world
10.
Ramblin' Man 03:24
You You don’t want me You’re miles and miles away But you still haunt me Fire, ice, and thunder! Why you walked away It makes me wonder… The episodes, and dusty Roads that I’ve had to travel Have got me walking in my sleep Across the dirty gravel ‘cause I’m... Ramblin’ I’m Ramblin on and on I’m Ramblin’ To find out why you’re gone You’re gone, you’re gone… You… you make me wonder Did I do something wrong Or did I blunder? And in my foggy haze I wonder where I am In Hollywood or Vietnam What lays in store for me? I’m going to explode Just miles and miles ahead Of dusty road Once…the journey’s over I’ll reside in pride and rest in clover For now this is my plan Always and forever a ramblin’ man
11.
I don’t care what you say, you’re just a riddle anyway I don’t care who’s in your way – I don’t I don’t want to hear you whine, your disappearance was just in time All the boys they got in line, and here they come Where are you Jimmy Ask Jo, she don’t know Where are you Jimmy Where are ya Jim Have you found a new disguise, or look’n for that place to hide We don’t need you on our side, but here you are Where are you Jimmy Where’d you go, nobody knows Where are you Jimmy C’mon Jimmy Wise Guys in the night, just mighta got it right They don’t care who’s in their way, nope They don’t wanna hear more lies, your disappearance, that’s on their minds All the boys they got in line, and here they come Where are you Jimmy Even Jo, she don’t know Where are you Jimmy Hey Jimmy, Where’d ya go Where are you Jimmy Well you’re the man, with all the plans Where are you Jimmy - Why didn’t you just say goodbye
12.
Goodbye 03:04
If we don’t trust each other by now And we’ve reached the end somehow We spend our weeks and nights and hours On beds of nails, not beds of flowers… Nothing can satisfy Or bring the fireworks back to the sky No one will wonder Why we went under Goodbye… When we’re together we’re together alone We rise every morning then we sink like a stone There’s no accounting for what I’m feeling Except I’m drowning, and now I am leaving I won’t lie There’s a tear in my eye So goodbye…

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Vanilla | 77 is our take on 1970's radio. Each new addition will attempt to evoke the songs that embodied the tone and the feel of that pivotal year -- right when disco and punk were exploding and rock had reached its zenith.

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released April 20, 2023

“Ka-bang,” “Torture Me,” “Ramblin’ Man,” “Pillbox,” “The Hullabaloo,” “Goodbye,” and “Shut Yer Gob” written by Jayson Jarmon (BMI) and Sean Gaffney (BMI).

“Poop Deck,” and “Go,” written by Jayson Jarmon (BMI)

“Show Me a Sign,” written by Sean Gaffney (BMI)

“Royal Spa” written by Jayson Jarmon (BMI), Sean Gaffney (BMI), and James Peterson
(BMI)

“Where are you Jimmy” written by Scott Warfield (BMI)

All songs produced by Jayson Jarmon, Sean Gaffney, and Mark Simmons at Pacific Studios, Tacoma, WA, USA. Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Mark Simmons.

Cover illustration by Melissa Crowley; cover design by Ben Thompson

VANILLA
Jayson Jarmon: vocals, guitars, bass, keyboards
Sean Gaffney: vocals, guitars, bass, keyboards
Scott Warfield: drums, guitar
Mark Simmons: bass guitar
James Peterson: pianos, synthesizers

OUR GUESTS
Jessica Van Horn: vocals
Ava Adams: vocals
Andy Omdahl: trumpet, flugelhorn, horn arrangements
Bart Hyde: guitar
Steve Aliment: backing vocals
Hal Blaine’s Drums: themselves
Dave Broyles: guitar
Darelle Holden: backing vocals
Tina Hart: backing vocals
Kelly Ash: backing vocals
Carl Funk: vocals
Mike Smith: Guitar

©2023 Charlatan Record Cartel – jaysonjarmon@gmail.com

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Melodic indie-pop band from the US Pacific Northwest. Featuring Jayson Jarmon (formerly of Liar's Club), Sean Gaffney, Mark Simmons, Scott Warfield, James Peterson and a cast of thousands!

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