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by George Hrab

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1.
Look at his Pants Look at his pants, how they go down to the floor 
Look at his pants, watch them shuffle, as he heads right for the door He's' s washed them ten times, but they won't shrink anymore Maybe he should stick them in the dryer Look at his pants, with the label on the back
 spelt out so clearly "Genuine trousers Give You Some Slack" they come in khaki, and blue and maybe black 
maybe he should throw them in the fire Some say, he has got class (oooh wah ooh wahh oooh)
 some say, he is too crass (oooh wah ooh wahh oooh) 
I say, this boy's out of whack, at least he could cover that crack JUST SAY NO Don't you know him, he lives right by you don't you wonder what they all do 
before you know it, you'll be one too
 and soon your cheeks will start to perspire This song is stupid, but what can we cay most of you prob'ly won't like it anyway but it makes Hrab laugh so what the hey we've learned not to question his desires Some say he has no class, some say he is too crass
 we say, this guy loves show biz
 and we know that he knows that we think that he thinks he's better than he is
 (oh I'm MUCH better than I is) This song started with a point in its head 
Now it's quite pointless so we'll vamp on one instead And go to the kitchen and toast up some bread And turn on the TV, and not laugh at Wilma and Fred And buy a Craft-Matic adjustable bed And just like Janet get a bootleg of The Dead And say what we're singing instead of singing what's been said And go buy a Flow-Bee and shave all the hair off of his head And hope that this ends soon 'cause it's sinking like lead Look, At, His, PANTS
2.
Age of the Fern Once Upon a time before Madonna ruled the land When dinosaurs where boppin' to a Mesozoic band Before the mammals showed and things got out of hand Yes it was the age of the fern It was a time when bouncers didn’t card or judge your hair The subways always ran on time and one would feel safe there Athletes never went on strike and referees judged fair 'Cause it was the age of the fern Lawyers could not foul things up ‘cause they were not around No Shiites dumping toxic waste upon the holy ground No police getting into high speed chases with James Brown 'Cause it was the age of the fern Now the fern has kept its mouth shut 'Cause the sandal wearing morons Are convinced that they have ESP And regardless of the proof they see, on FOX TV, to me Uri Geller still sound like a putz The days when green was prevalent from sea to boiling sea There was no bad cholesterol no fruity herbal tea There were no telemarketing people calling me 'Cause it was the age of the fern The Martians used our planet as a rest stop for their cars They built up all the pyramids and used them for wet bars Then they packed up all the little ones and shot back for the stars 'Ccause it was the age of the fern BECAUSE OF THIS The fern is said to know the secrets of both time and space It doesn’t ever mention this ‘cause it feels out of place It longs for the days before the human race When it was the age of the fern Now the fern has gotten a bad rap ‘Cause the stuff it sees on the idiot box Isn’t worth the CO2 to talk about And when Tilton humps the screen and says the lord is being mean Our photosynthesizing friends would rather not say squat. And save us the embarrassment while they just get ripped on Chlorophyll cocktails. You realize this tale I tell is based up on the truth It was told to me by someone who has never been uncouth The story was recounted in between sips of vermouth He told me all about the age of the fern Now what the heck’s the point to all the stuff that’s in this song I’ve only got one line left so I will not make it long Perhaps some things were better then perhaps I am just wrong Goodbye, fern ow!
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instrumental
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Roman 01:27
ROMAN Roman had a traffic light Roman had a 10 speed bike Roman had a huge train set Roman had a two story tree house Roman had a ping pong table Roman had fireworks Roman had a zip-line in his backyard Roman had a hammock, an hammock Roman had Atari Roman had lots and lots and lots of stuff Roman had a traffic light
5.
So What 04:20
So What So what is the response we hear When the questions are near And the men with the jello for brains all begin to exhale So what can be said once and again From the start right to the end For we know that the sand will exceed the small size of this pail What if we were able To block the paper and the cable See that things are not as stable as we Hoped they are, ‘cause the light from this star Might never be seen So what if the walls all fell down And the people around All ignored the big noise that the bricks made while Hitting the ground So what bursting bubbles go pop But the yawning won’t stop While the girls with the IQ of soap Spray their hairspray around What if we were able To block the paper and the cable See that things are not as stable as we Hoped they are, ‘cause the light from this star Might never be seen It seems there’s too much of a could thing I could call I could write I could see This all would equate to a good thing If it was not for all this apathy So what, people living in a box People eating their own stocks People pushing up daisies while Daddy is mowing the lawn So what I’ll repeat what I have said ‘cause we’ll all soon be dead and so what is the response we’ll get from the dusk to the dawn What if we were able To block the paper and the cable See that things are not as stable as we Hoped they are, ‘cause the light from this star Might never be seen And what if we paid attention And knew what names to mention Hoped to rely upon prevention Of hope and such, ‘cause we’re seeing so much That we’re missing the show
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instrumental
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vocal nonsense
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Incompetent 07:22
Incompetent Sometimes I think it would be neat to be incompetent Ambivalent to all the money that is being spent A person who can't do their job and yet complain a lot A person with the hanging drool and dribble sticky snot Ewww…dribbly sticky snot Incompetents are people that I always do deal with The customer is always right has turned into a myth The vacant stare behind the eyes always reveals to me This moron has been raised on Pop Tarts and cable TV Cable TV: hundreds of thousands of channels all stuck in a row. Incompetent incontinent inscrutable dillutable retainable not to blamable Inflammable, un-shame-able, the same old bull. How could you hire someone that you knew was so incompetent? You go and foolishly expect to get the service right But then they laugh at you as soon as you are out of sight Then charge you double for the work that isn't even done And if you argue, then if you argue then your fun has only just begun You do not want to be a jerk but something must be said You threaten that you'll take your business somewhere else instead You call the manager and tell him what you're going to do But then you realize he's incompetent too— incompetent too, what cha’ gonna do? Incompetent incontinent inscrutable dillutable retainable not to blamable Inflammable, un-shame-able, the same old bull. the push and pull You went to college for to earn your degree to learn about stuff you already knew Your roommate was a little guy who always did his homework He went by the name of stew You decided to join an organization consisting of letters like Kappa and Alpha and gamma and mu Whose main activity was imbibing and wearing clothing from J.Crew You were psyched when you got your own Beirut table and painted it blue You got an application in your mailbox and you knew just what you had to do It just so happened Uncle Fred worked at the financial aid office and magically your work study money grew and grew and grew You wasted four years in business administration with courses like horticultural, cash flow 2.2 You graduate and get a job working for Elmer's the place where they make all the glue Then you quit and transferred to someplace that I shop and now you're incompetent too Wouldn't it just be easier to hire a guy who knew what to do? There's so much left for me to bitch and cry and moan about But if I did, then someone else would get pissed off and shout And who am I to think I am the only one who will be Left floating on the scum of this incompetent sea.
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[sic] 06:50
Words, music, and all noise, by George Hrab
11.
Monkey In The Middle If at first you do succeed, what else can you know If you've been to the moon and back where else can you go If you're lucky enough in life to have gained all the wealth Then what can you do when you want to top yourself Just like a monkey in the middle he's waiting for his chance To take you where you've never been before to join him in his dance Just like a monkey in the middle he'll climb right on your back Offer days of expectations until he's ready to attack Waiting by the gate he knows the time you're coming home Waiting on the edge of your mind though you think you're alone When everyone around you tries to start and scream and shout Caught waiting by the door you know there's no way out Monkey. Monkey. Monkey. Monkey in the middle waiting like no other would Monkey in your mind making decisions that you should Monkey make a profit make a misfit make a crime Monkey in the middle killing time

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This recording is dedicated to Barry Centanni (my high school band director) who seriously suggested this whole "music-as-a-viable-caree-option" thing. Thanks for showing me the beauty of both Mussorsky and Billy May. Ahhh...like that.

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released August 10, 1996

Words, music, all noise, and inside jokes by George Hrab

This was recorded June 16-19 and mixed on the 20th, 1996.

Written, performed, and produced by Geo.

Masterfully engineered by Slau Halatyn at BeSharp Studios, Astoria, NY.

Mixed by Geo, Stephen Primatic, and Slau.

Remastered 2006 by Geo and Slau.
Redesigned by Geo and Donna at Sheer Brick Studio. Phew...

THIS IS ALBUM NUMBER ONE

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George Hrab Bethlehem, Pennsylvania

George Hrab is a multi-instrumentalist, singer, songwriter, story teller, science advocate, producer, composer, & vigilant defender of the Theory of Gravity. He’s produced seven studio albums, 800 plus podcasts, two books, one concert DVD and is determined to keep making more and more stuff everyday. ... more

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