MP3 Al Paul - ?Sex In A? Box Set (All Four) Colored CDs. ?Left Foot Red?, ?Right Hand Green?, ?Left Hand Yellow? and ?Right Foot Blue? Demos.
All four colored CDs. Hemi Powered Pop from Minneapolis: Today one of the original 80’s rock and roll clichés invites you to step into his 70’s décor to play a popular 60’s board game on the floor one song at a time. NOW IT’S YOUR SPIN!
16 MP3 Songs in this album (26:03) !
Related styles: Pop: Power Pop, Rock: Glam, Mood: Fun
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Al Paul “Sex In A” Box Set Album Notes:
I’m so certain you’ll smell the cigarettes and whiskey on my breath through your iPod. I’m not even going to make an attempt to mask them with a Certs. But, what you’re about to taste are eight Retsyn filled demos from that roll recorded in the living room of my Minneapolis apartment… without being evicted.
Yes, I lived in front of a bus stop and you’ll occasionally hear the 17D arrive and depart behind schedule. But, these stripped down recordings are as up close and personal as sipping on that third cocktail I just mixed for you while slipping off the love seat next to me and a lit lava lamp into the shag carpeted floor of my second hand smoke filled one bedroom flat before playing the first of four games of Twister.
Al Paul “Sex In A” Box Set Song Insights:
1. PATHETIC ENOUGH? (DEMO) 2:13
I just want to hold you and your ears ‘till the next beer commercial.
2. TOMB WITH A VIEW (DEMO) 2:40
Then I’d know who to haunt and when to taunt.
3. TONE OF YOUR TYPE (DEMO) 2:11
Did your Caps Lock key stick or are you still uptight?
4. CUSTOM RING TONE (DEMO) 2:27
I possibly penned the perfect song to personalize your iPhone.
5. SOMEBODY’S SOMETHING SO SPECIAL (DEMO) 4:02
‘Cause it’s been so long since I’ve been…
6. WALTZING WITHOUT YOU (DEMO) 2:52
Now I miss the most miniature things that used to piss me off.
7. DUST ON A DIAL TONE (DEMO) 3:09
You probably knew you were on my mind from those hiccups that occurred.
8. YOUR BIGGEST FAN (DEMO) 2:19
Your silly song is still stuck in my head. In memory of the late great Jim Ellison.
The Al Paul Story:
Al Paul (al pôl), n. a cowboy lost in space orbiting between the frequencies of
Little Steven’s Underground Garage and Hair Nation on your extraterrestrial radio.
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Credits:
Recorded at: Alley Cat Habitat, Minneapolis, MN by Al Paul
Fixed, Mixed and Mastered at: Sounder Audio, Louisville, KY by Brad Cassetto
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Reviews:
Lyrics:
PATHETIC ENOUGH?:
Is this pathetic enough for your radio?
Enough to hold you over ‘till the next commercial
Is this generic or what?
What with the like of all that crap by Creed being played in stereo
Now I’d never rip off my heroes
But they never had success
That smelled like teen spirit
But more like cigarettes
Back when you could smoke in bars
Is this generic enough for the station?
Enough to fill that gap and the greed of the rotation
Still I’d never rip off my heroes
But they never had the success
That smelled quite like teen spirit
But more like loneliness
The kind that you can sniff in bars
Like second hand smoke in bars
Am I pathetic or what?
I just want to hold you and your ears ‘till the next beer commercial
TOMB WITH A VIEW:
I’d like a tomb with a view
So I could still look up to you
And watch your every move
I’d like my tomb filled with perfume
So I could still smell
Your Estée Lauder Beautiful
Then I’d know who to haunt
And when to taunt
I’d like a tomb with a view
I’d like my tomb built for two
And I’d leave room enough for you
After your days on earth are through
Then I wouldn’t have to haunt
Or take the time to taunt
I’d like a tomb I’d like a tomb with a view
I’d like a tomb with a view
TONE OF YOUR TYPE:
I don’t like the tone of your type
Did your Caps Lock key stick or are you still uptight?
Over that statement I made under my breath
I guess I was only having fun at your expense
Now I don’t like that phone message you left
Your words were right on but left better off unsaid
Over that statement I made under my breath
I guess I was only having fun at your expense
Now all I have left is this photograph
Of the way I used to make you laugh back at me
And it’s stored the dark room of my 35 millimeter memory
Still I don’t like the tone of your type
Did your Caps Lock key stick or are you still all uptight?
Over that statement I made under my breath
I guess I was only having fun at your expense
CUSTOM RING TONE:
Possibly penned the perfect song
To personalize your iPhone
You should feel flattered but your not
Your bottoms only fatter from being on top
It’s all about you not me
I used to be blind but now I see
I liked it better back when we’d date
Before we’d go out I could hardly wait
After you moved in roaming out of range
Your custom ring tone
Possibly picked the perfect the song
T-Rex’s Bang A Gong (Get It On)
You should feel shattered but your not
That easily amused
It’s all about you not me
I used to be a blonde but now I see
I liked it better back when we’d date
Before we’d go out I could hardly wait
After you moved in roaming out of range
I picked the perfect ring
For you to push in with your finger while I sing
I liked it better back when we’d date
Before we’d go out I could hardly wait
After you moved in roaming out of range
I liked it better back when we’d date
Before we’d go out I could hardly wait
After you moved in roaming out of range
SOMEBODY’S SOMETHING SO SPECIAL:
So here we are again right where we left off
Been silent so far I’m sure we could get lost
In each others thoughts and prayers
Left only to write lonely left handed love letters
There’s a smell of strawberry in your smile
I’ll savor the taste of your tongue all the while
‘Cause it’s been so long since I’ve been somebody’s something special
Now all the right words that just left your wrist
Were in the wrong order like you slipped on your tongue then fell and split your lip
There’s a smell of strawberry in your hair
I’ll savor the touch of your tongue in my ear
‘Cause it’s been so long since I’ve been somebody’s something special
So long since I’ve been somebody’s something so special
Thing
WALTZING WITHOUT YOU:
I hate to hear the sound
Of the soft solitaire silence since you’re not around
And I miss the most miniature things
That used to piss me off
Like the way that you’d sing along
Then make up new words to my favorite songs
Or come to bed with cold feet
Or leave that toilet seat up again
I’m hear and I still want you
I’m waltzing without you
Within three steps from the move
I’m waltzing without you
Within three steps from the move
Now I miss the most miniature things
That used to piss me off
Like the way that you’d sing along
Then make up new words to my favorite songs
Or steal the covers in your sleep
Or leave that toilet seat up again
I’m hear and I still want you
I’m waltzing without you
Within three steps from the move
I’m waltzing without you
Within three steps from the move
I’m waltzing without you
Within three steps from the move
DUST ON A DIAL TONE:
Now are your ears ringing like my rotary dial telephone?
That’s still connected just busy collecting dust on a dial tone
I could poke my finger you’re just a ten twists from my wrist away
And then scramble like eggs for the perfect words to say to you
Now are your ears burning like that old flame in my heart?
The one that got off on the wrong foot right from the
I could stand and sing here or dial those digits away
And you could grip that receiver lift it to your left ear to hear
A trembling tone in my voice
But before I ever said a word
You probably knew you were on my mind
From those hiccups that occurred
Before you picked up the line
Now are you holding your breath?
As I stutter
Are your ears ringing like my rotary dial telephone?
I’m tired of calling collect just to get disconnected from you
But before I ever said a word
You probably knew you were on my mind
From those hiccups that occurred
But before I ever said a word
You probably knew you were on my mind
From those hiccups that occurred
Before you picked up the line
YOUR BIGGEST FAN:
Early to bed
Your silly song still stuck in my head
I took two Sudafed
Then rolled over under my bed spread
Well I pin up posters and pretend your singing down to me
While I spin International Pop Overthrow each and every night before I dream
‘Cause I’m still your
Late for work
Wearing your worn out white concert T-shirt
My boss is a jerk
It’s stained with mustard and ketchup by the squirt
Well I pin up posters and pretend your singing down to me
While I spin Destination Universe each and every night before I dream
‘Cause I’m still your biggest fan I’m your biggest fan
Well I pin up posters and pretend your singing down to me
While I spin Freak City Soundtrack each and every night before I dream of you
In stereo
You’re still not on the radio
I’m gonna tell everyone I know because
Well I pin up posters and pretend your singing down to me
While I spin Telecommando Americano each and every night before I dream
‘Cause I’m I’m still your your biggest fan I’m your biggest fan