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Inside The Frame

by Trippo Marx

11 experiments in refried 20th century no wave
Genre: Rock: Experimental Rock
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Canned Monster
2:50 $0.88
2. Maybe Not Again
4:03 $0.88
3. Baby Steps
3:23 $0.88
4. Bedtime Story
4:28 $0.88
5. Forehead Peel
3:34 $0.88
6. We Are Not All
3:55 $0.88
7. Calling All Eardums
1:40 $0.66
8. I Repeat Myself
2:41 $0.88
9. Government Man
5:50 $0.99
10. Just Another Crook
5:14 $0.88
11. Zero Gee
5:16 $0.88
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Album Notes
Place frame appropriately to unlock art experience.

Produced composed & performed by Trippo Marx
Recorded July 2001-November 2010 Mixed 2001-2010
©2010-2011 Screwy Bastards Records
SB-MP9 (885767558007)


Slim are their hopes, barely afloat
The drunken first officer takes copious notes
But there’s no safe return from this sojourn
The cargo’s been jettisoned and lifeboats all burned
Now they cannot escape their harrowing fate
They ran out of chum and so the bo’son they ate
And so bearing their sins upon pillows of winds
We may see them someday or maybe not again

High out on the sea
Their destiny will be
Not quite like you or me
Wouldn’t you agree?

Garbage Island dead ahead!
Land ho!


We could just take baby steps, okay?
We should just take baby steps cause that’s the baby way
We could scream and cry a lot, okay?
We should scream and cry a lot so we can have our way


When you climb to the top of the bottom of the heap
Where the sandman never goes to put your weary mind to sleep
Does it hurt? Was it worth all the money that you burnt
Just to show them all you’re ready steady always on alert?
And you can’t slide through, try to navigate the zoo
Learn to play the cards you got although the game is bugaboo
Is it cold? Getting old? Are you ready to be sold?
Did you really understand the bedtime story you were told?

See the man with the plan that is almost out of hand
You could tell him how to do it but he wouldn’t understand
All alone on the phone doggy-daddy chases bone
Drinks a carbonated dinner, eats a beefy burger clone
At the side of a bride who can never be denied
Magazine pristine always somewhere on her mind
Dirty child running wild, dirty laundry in a pile
You can see the pain inside her when you see the lady smile


With her indignant frown
She lays the papers down
She says she is the one
She doesn’t really know what makes the engine run

But the deal is fair
There’s nothing there to feel
Embrace the empty air
My forehead starts to peel

They take the bed away
They take apart the frame
They bring it back again
I’ll put it back together but I don’t know when

Go to the record store
He says they got no more
“Are you competitive?”
I guess I’ll have to answer in the negative


Some suspicious package has arrived
We are all inside and still alive
Evacuate and quarrantine the load
Wait and wonder if it will explode
Talk and laugh and eat to kill the time
Never mind who perpetrates the crime
Trust the hired men to do the job
Safe from consequence within the mob
We are not allowed to work
We are not all


Hey hey hey hey eardrums!


Here’s a sound you’ll recognize and then you’ll realize
That I repeat myself
No originality, just listen and you’ll see
That I repeat myself
Why am I always the one who has to explain?
And why am I always feeling like I’m insane?

No, my temper’s on the rise, there’s fury in my eyes
Now I repeat myself
No compassion showing through, I vent my rage at you
Now I repeat myself
Why am I always the one who has to calm down?
And why am I always hearing truck bumper sounds?


He is not in the morning man
He will never be the early warning man
He is not everybody man
He will never be the never-naughty man
Everybody sees him, everybody knows
Everybody wants to smash a rock across his nose
Everybody knows him, everybody shout
Everybody knows nobody wants him hanging out

I’m the reason spices season
I’m the purser, blinking cursor
Automatic, toys in attic
I’m reporting and recording
Speak more clearly, tell me dearly
Watch the needles, Meet the Beatles
That’s a record, record checkered
File corrupted, interrupted
Cause for trouble, monkey bubble
I see people under steeple
Heads akimbo, cosmic bimbo
George relaxes, no new taxes
Now it’s heaven, nine-eleven
Politician, no admission
Story thinner, dead for dinner
Still I’m looking, black notebooking
End of sentence, end my sentence


Sitting in the hallway watching children passing by
Trying not to look embarassed, trying not to cry
I didn’t know what cheating was ‘til I opened up the book
And everybody’s acting like I’m just another crook

Sitting in the squad car watching victims pasing by
Trying not to look embarassed, trying not to sigh
I didn’t know what justice was ‘til they hit me with the book
And everybody’s so surprised I’m just another crook


Houston, do you copy? Are you hearing my transmission?
Zero gravity perturbing my orientation
Total isolation aggravating my depression
Staring at infinity not getting an impression

Just a moment
We have a problem
A frozen o-ring
Tiles cracked and broken
Out here in zero gee

Houston, can you hear me? I’ve more questions than ambition
Zero gravity deflating my sense of volition
Total apathy creating a state of attrition
Wondering if I’m a myth or just a superstition

A wasted moment
A needless problem
The plastic o-ring
Shrink-wrapped, unopened
Out here in zero gee



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