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Assorted Unreleased Recordings

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  • In The Middle of the Day
  • Waitng for My Heart to Stop
  • You Were There
  • Couldn't He Just Love Her
  • Maybe Tomorrow

Here's where I'll be posting new recordings . . . as well as old ones that I've done over the years. Stop back every now and then and give a listen . . .

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY
Produced by Tom Dube
Reeves Gabrel - electric guitars, banjo
Amy Kimball - violin
Q-Division, Boston, MA - 1992

Follow leaders when you don’t know where to go
and just you wind up lost, somewhere else
And all the creatures in the jungle want to know
why does the pauper in the palace die for the prince up on the shelf
Cause man, he’s only making sounds - he’s got no idea
the hero’s always lying down
But I’ve got a question, but I won’t hang around here
In the middle of the day
In the middle of the day

People standing in the back of the arena
maybe don’t see much, but they get out first
While all the ticket scalping, front row schemers
Have got their hands inn their pockets and their pockets in their purse
Tomorrow they just disregard, ‘cause boy, it’s where you’ve been
They’ll love you in their own back yards
But don’t come knocking, ‘cause no - they’re never, ever in
In the middle of the day, In the middle of the day
In the middle of . . . In the middle of the day

Listen . . . all I do and all I feel
and all I swear and pray and hope to God is real
Falls on me, it calls on you
What is it coming to . . . (back to this)

Small sections of the world are getting fatter
while the boney boys are dying in the dirt
And everybody know just about everything’s the matter
Well, I’ll get my checkbook soon as I finish my dessert
And man, you gotta’ lose some weight
To look good you gotta’ be thin
Your mouth is moving, I can see your face
But don’t say nothing ‘cause nothing ever . . .
No, don’t say nothing ‘cause nothing ever begins
In the middle of the day, In the middle of the day
In the middle of . . . In the middle of the day

words & music - Carl Allocco

WAITING FOR MY HEART TO STOP
Amy Kimball - violin & cello
New York, NY - 1993

I feel like I’ve been alive forever, just getting older, not mature. I thought by now I’d feel a bit secure.
And the months go by like seconds, so why do the days drag on for years. I wish I knew what time was made of.
I just scare myself to sleep and I disregard the reasons. All the promises I’m so ashamed to keep . . .
Hey, hey, hey boy, I’m sorry. That’s all I can be. So I sit and watch the clock waiting for my heart to stop.

I feel so disconnected like I’m in pieces on the floor. I don’t know if I can stand to break much more.
If only I could find me someone - someone to save me from myself. I guess it’s me I’m most afraid of . . .
And I can lose my voice to speak, but alone, words have no meaning. All the problem I find so - so incomplete.
Hey, hey, hey boy, don’t worry, it’s only me. So I listen for the knock waiting for my heart to . . .

Stop racing towards what’s caving in, stop chasing all those worthless things.
Stop looking down for saving face, stop running scared - so hard, in place.
Stop living up to where it’s been, stop making sure it’s wearing thin.
Stop beating loud for all to see, Stop killing me . . . please

I feel like I’ve been alive forever, just getting further from myself. I wish I knew just when I gave up.
I still scare myself to sleep and I disregard the reasons. All the problem I find so - so incomplete
Hey, hey, hey boy, if I loved you, could you love me. So for all the things I’m not I waiting for my heart to stop.
So, I sit and watch the clock, waiting for my heart to stop.

words & music - Carl Allocco

YOU WERE THERE
Produced by Bob Muldowney
Cove City Sound, Glen Cove, NY - 1990

Trying to smile while your world caves in,
when your only happiness is where you’ve been
and you are too ashamed to look back
so you pick another number just to stay clean.
The child in your eyes sits still
while the adolescent in your brain says kill,
and the only way to surface is to dive.

(Chorus) But oooh . . . you were there, you saw the same things I saw.
Oh, I forgot, your eyes were closed most of the time.
And you were there, you heard the same things I heard,
or maybe not, some words don’t mean much anymore.

I’m sorry if it gets too grim, but I’m only waiting ‘til the blame kicks in,
then I’ll a choose a form of rationale that’ll finger point in your direction.
And I know I’m sounding real depressed,
but the funny thing . . I’m not a bit upset,
I’m just sick and tired of happy all the time.

(Chorus) But oooh . . . you were there, you saw the same things I saw.
Oh, I forgot, your eyes were closing in on mine.
And you were there, you heard the same things I heard,
or maybe not, my lips weren’t moving after all.

The words were filed away to glances paved in anger.
So why should I behave, when I can’t even hear you, oooh . . .

(‘Guess I’m the man I thought I was)

Try it a while with your face smashed in
over repercussions of the money’s gone thin,
and the telephone’s a questionnaire
of where or when we’re gonna’ see the daylight.
And I know, and if you haven’t guessed yet,
there’s a silly rumor going ‘round this tent.
But it’s not too late to swallow or reply. (Chorus)

words & music - Carl Allocco

COULDN'T HE JUST LOVE HER
Produced by Clay Hutchinson & Rich Hilton
Joe Sansone - lead guitar
Kingdom Recording Studio, Syosset, NY - 1982

Lover boy never came by, didn’t call to say why,
it’s all the time
Loyal girl sits by herself, wants no one else, she doesn’t mind
He makes a living out of taking her for granted.
He never hurries ‘cause he knows she’ll be there.
She’ll never leave him ‘cause the seed has long been planted.
She just wears the tears.

(Chorus)
Couldn’t he just love her, couldn’t he just love her, couldn’t he just love her, couldn’t he . . .

Clever boy loves to forget, to get her upset,
he plays with her mind.
Loyal girl goes for the ride, she keeps it inside, maybe in time.
He thinks that giving is a present on her birthday.
He doesn’t notice when she’s angry or scared.
She’d love to leave him but she wants him in the worst way, but he’s so unfair. (Chorus)

Ah, she daydreams, he stays mean.
He don’t believe he’ll ever change. . . (Chorus)

words & music - Carl Allocco

MAYBE TOMORROW
Amy Kimball - cello
8-track demo, NY, NY - 1994

You can hide behind the choices that you’ve made,
then hate yourself for things you lost along the way
You give to those who won’t approve you
You can pave your ground with sacrificial sheets,
then plagiarize your walls with comic book relief
You criticize the ones that choose you
Well, you can’t go on like this, pulling thorns from fingertips
Living life between goodbyes.

(Chorus)
And the sun goes down as your blue sky slips away
And the night sets in as you close your eyes on one more day
and you lie so still, in your bed, so warm and safe
Maybe in time . . . maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow

You secretly despise the company you keep,
yet take offense at those who sympathize defeat
Then you laugh - does it amuse you?
Well, how much is not enough, ‘cause giving in’s just giving up
Drawing lines across your floor . . .
(Chorus)

Another sunny morning, crowded afternoon
You’re by yourself, alone, and find there’s no more room
You leave the ones that won’t abuse you.
Well, I’ve seen it all before; being right’s not being sure
Oh, and did I mention love . . love
(Chorus)

words & music - Carl Allocco