Party Jail

by Ed Schrader's Music Beat

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released May 20, 2014

Ed Schrader- Vocals,Drum, lyrics
Devlin Rice- bass, guitar, vocals, percussion
Additional drums performed by Jeremy Hyman
Party Jail recorded, mixed and mastered by Keith Souza and Seth Manchester at Machines With Magnets
"Cold Right Hand" recorded and mixed by Chris Freeland. Mastered by Keith and Seth at Machines With Magnets.
Album sequence by William Seth
Album art concept by Ed Schrader’s Music Beat Art direction and layout by Nolen Strals Photography by Alan Resnick
All songs written by Ed Schrader's Music Beat © 2014 Music Beat Music BMI

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Ed Schrader's Music Beat Baltimore, Maryland

Before Ed Schrader’s Music Beat, the project was just Ed Schrader with a floor tom. A 10” from four years back documents this era. In 2009 Devlin Rice joined Ed for a one-off show. This mind meld took the left field paranoid pop that Ed was composing and added a powerful low end power chug from the jug of eternal rock and raised the whole project a more visceral live experience. ... more

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Track Name: Pantomime Jack
ooooooooooh
what’s that in Trojan?
a celebration
huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh
a trial and hangman
get around
how ya get around?
how ya get around?
how ya get around?
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
ooooooooooooh
your spreadsheet
my course of recourse
huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh
my sword a candy cane
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh
huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh
a merry Christmas
dear Mr. Lawrence
huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh
I “struck for fame” again
but you and Johnny done sold the cow
I guess “the war is over”
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Pantomime Jack!
Track Name: Pink Moons
under pink moons
I will watch the fire rise
under pink moons
trickle of the ocean on me
under pink moons
Sadie Hawkins every night
under pink moons
walkin in the Old Kingdom crypt
[got a mini concert pit that follows me home, ancient branches scratch the skies won’t leave me alone]
under pink moons
walkin in a planet of glass
under pink moons
brittle candy skull made of mints
under pink moons
you can see the plants in the dark
under pink moons
an avalanche of glitter marquees
[ I am strange to all the kids in Sangertown Square, I will talk to anyone if no body’s there, when you’ve made a list of names they follow you home, we’ll sleep in Roman amphitheatres under the bones]
under pink moons
I will watch the fire rise
under pink moons
trickle of the ocean on me
under pink moons
Sadie Hawkins every night
under pink moons
walkin in the Old Kingdom crypt
under pink moons
Track Name: Emperor's New Chair
do ya wanna battle-axe? never bury dead dogs? flog a painted pony till the kid comes back with his son?
64,64,64,64
come and get a little bit little bit little bit
come and get a little bit little bit little bit
come and get a little bit little bit little bit
come and get a little bit little bit little bit

do ya wanna channel “Dutch”? fabricate a "Rockwell"? flag a “burner” in a trench coat “gimme some hash”!? Atonement! Atonement!

Well, come and get a little bit little bit little bit
come and get a little bit little bit little bit
come and get a little bit little bit little bit
come and get a little bit little bit little bit

party jail
party jail
party jail
party jail
Track Name: Televan
I can’t breathe in 16 channels
maid of other’s constructs ride my camel
jump in any time machine to get my kudos
do the televan televan hut do the
do the televan televan hut do the
do the televan televan hut do the
I’ll cheat to heaven on the backs of sages
rob another caravan chuck ‘em in cages
I can take the gold
I can’t “dig” my shovel
do the televan televan hut do the
do the televan televan hut do the
do the televan televan hut do the
do
I can’t breathe in 16 channels
maid of other’s constructs ride my camel
jump in any time machine to get my kudos
do the televan televan hut do the
do the televan televan hut do the
do the televan televan hut do the
do the televan televan hut do the
do!
Track Name: Clock Weather
see the resident dunce, got his head like a Corporal
ahh ahh ahh
see the Brooklyn couture
got their hand painted shiners
ahh ahh ahh

always the clock weather always the clock weather oh
always the clock weather always the clock weather oh
always the clock weather always the clock weather oh
always the clock weather always the clock weather oh

trading circles in the dust for triangles in sand
ahh ahh ahh
seems that what you could be may as well be not
ahh ahh ahh

always the clock weather always the clock weather oh
always the clock weather always the clock weather oh
always the clock weather always the clock weather oh
always the clock weather always the clock weather oh

with your head down I’ll take a Polynesian trip
the boys are sterile and the sheep are scarce, gather up the stones for a monument

we get in about two, Billy on the woodshed
ahh ahh ahh
“Downeaster ‘Alexa’” or maybe “The Night Is Still Young”
ahh ahh ahh
she says :

always the clock weather always the clock weather oh
always the clock weather always the clock weather oh
always the clock weather always the clock weather oh
always the clock weather always the clock weather oh
Track Name: Radio Eyes
end it got fuzzy without documents they got radio eyes they got radio eyes
melancholy dunce with a thimble of brains they got radio eyes they got radio eyes
all them x's and Swedish fish they got dog teeth they got dog teeth little Bettie Paige with a vegan distain they got dog teeth they got dog teeth

“Black Bird” in the night you dreamed it all of your life you dreamed it all of your life - what if I end up knifed will I become the wire will I become The Wire?

send me over cooked chorizo full of hate they got radio eyes they got radio eyes
good tats and cheep but them books ain't free they got radio eyes they got radio eyes –
manicured spikes like your daddies grass they got dogteeth they got dog teeth
walkin round rugged in your baby fat they got dogteeth they got dogteeth.

“Black Bird” in the night you dreamed it all of your life you dreamed it all of your life - what if I'm crucified - will I become the champ - the king of all the rats.
Track Name: Cold Right Hand
your cold right hand
your cold right hand
your cold right hand
your cold right hand

I’ll do the hunting you can wear the coon cap
I’ll take the punches you can have the rent check
a dosed dumbed down cartoon version of me
money for the servants for the marionettes
ba baby please give me fleas when I’m itching on knees gonna be eradicated speak Chinese

your cold right hand
your cold right hand
your cold right hand
your cold right hand

in the cherry throne the lion sleeps alone
why should we be jealous?
he just has all the bones
regal Pariah dogs share their little bit with hogs
and the pigs return the favor says to Charlotte “see ya later”

your cold right hand
your cold right hand
your cold right hand
your cold right hand
Track Name: No Fascination
we always said we’d come back
arthritic cannibals, draconian trash
weird, the old gods are coming home
Easter Island gonna save my bones
rock steady in your Morrissey tan
stunned white faces buried in the sand
gimme no love no fascination
gimme no soul no fascination
gimme no bread no fascination
gimme no eyes no fascination
hear the syncopated marching, drum-machines
[26,000 open apple c]
no conviction, heads in atrophy
silver spoon eyes and their faces clean
gimme no love no fascination
gimme no heart no fascination
gimme no soul no fascination
gimme no eyes no fascination

gimme no love no fascination
gimme no heart no fascination
gimme no soul no fascination
gimme no eyes no fascination
Track Name: Laughing
she’s only laughing every night
she’s only haunted by a sea horse
she’s only troubled by the minnows and shills in cracks yet filled

she don’t know what to do with her passion
she don’t know what to do with her passion

she’s only laughing every night
check out the weasel in the tree top, spoke tales of: vanishing, a crown, double galaxy, Major Phil

she don’t want - know what Joan of Arc felt
sea foam baby, sings to the Catskills

in a sense we don’t see her
when I gotta go there’s always room for none
in a safe unmarked theatre
tickets up for sale there’s always shows for none

she’s only laughing every night
check out the halogen in Amherst
a tidal wave of coming films, sketches scribbled on a napkin spill

she don’t know what to do with her passion
she don’t know what to do with her passion
she don’t know what to do with her passion
she don’t know what to do with her passion
Track Name: Signs
gimme all your signs
gimme all your signs
annotated education, soup for “lazy susan” gimme all your signs
gimme all your signs
parasitic bleach boy, tiger printed tight tee
next stop DeKalb, Park Slope, and carriage
got eternal youth I’m bored with marriage
over priced same shit every where’s cheaper
wanna be famous in the Show Paper
gimme all your signs gimme all your signs
accidental host of a ghost caught cheating
gimme all your signs gimme all your signs
Bushwick Antoinettes and the bird who forgets
[we don’t wanna give you a sixth Borough
we don’t need your crib notes we fight thorough
you can keep your ‘high hats” and white lily gentry
“rather stay here with all of the mad men”
next stop DeKalb Park Slope and carriage
got eternal youth I’m bored with marriage
over priced same shit every where’s cheaper
wanna be famous in the Show Paper
gimme all your signs
gimme all your signs
annotated education, soup for lazy Susan
gimme all your signs
gimme all your signs
parasitic bleach boy tiger printed tight tee
whoa na na na na na whoa na no na no
whoa na na na na na whoa na no na no
whoa na na na na na whoa na no na no
whoa na na na na na whoa na no na no
whoa na na na na na whoa na no na no
Track Name: Desire Post
my name is rudderless got no steerage
Pawtucket country Megabus reservation
Laser dancing European
Air Kuwait and cold latrines

a desired post on a temporary coast
a desired post on a temporary coast
a desired post on a temporary coast
a desired post on a temporary coast

by hook or by crook cauterize sensation
aw fuck it - hop a chicken bus back to Pig Town

gimme all your “Love Buzz” throwback kids
now he’s got a prop mop like Halloween

a desired post on a temporary coast
a desired post on a temporary coast
a desired post on a temporary coast
a desired post on a temporary coast
Track Name: Pilot
see the Pilot ferrying blood
slash sugar cane stick and grind it down
jack asses validated in papyrus God save kings
all the wicker dancing tramps of islands, pious priestess pull your eyelids, candle lit vigil for the gilded siren, God save kings
well I prayed in tune to your crescent moon now blood is on my chest and a dead man’s boots, cradling the gun, my last of kin, God save kings ho!
[when I came to the valley I saw your name and I can’t get myself through a night again till I cut em down from the lynchers on the horses that you play
hear the drums beckoning the pirate prince, rattle my bones in the widow fields, I can see the flags comin over the hills, God
save kings]
see the pilot ferrying blood
slash sugar cane stick and grind it down
jack asses validated in papyrus God save kings
all the wicker dancing tramps of islands, pious priestess pull your eyelids, candle lit vigil for the gilded siren, God save kings
Track Name: Weekend Train
I met a cool Major sitten with a drummer from a band
a steady face conductor checkin on your “where to” stamp
I took a seat and I trembled on the old café
and that’s the kind of thing that happens on a weekend train goin to the North Adirondacks lookin for some green glass heard they got a lot of coins round Civil War latrines
bashful slimy urchin martyr in the boggy canal

and that’s the kind of thing that happens on a weekend train
you can find yourself in places that ya haven’t planned

I use to live in pine green Brockport with a woman who’s insane
she had a dog that wasn’t mine, it was hot and muggy all the time

and that’s the kind of thing that happens on a weekend train
your arrival departure well it’s all the same

going to the North Adirondacks looking for some green glass
going to the North Adirondacks looking for some green glass