All four colored CDs. Hemi Powered Pop from Minneapolis: Today one of the original 80âs rock and roll clichés invites you to step into his 70âs décor to play a popular 60âs board game on the floor one song at a time. NOW ITâS YOUR SPIN!

16 MP3 Songs in this album (26:03) !
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Al Paul âSex In Aâ Box Set Album Notes:

Iâm so certain youâll smell the cigarettes and whiskey on my breath through your iPod. Iâm not even going to make an attempt to mask them with a Certs. But, what youâre 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 youâll 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 âSex In Aâ Box Set Song Insights:

1. PATHETIC ENOUGH? (DEMO) 2:13
I just want to hold you and your ears âtill the next beer commercial.

2. TOMB WITH A VIEW (DEMO) 2:40
Then Iâd 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. SOMEBODYâS SOMETHING SO SPECIAL (DEMO) 4:02
âCause itâs been so long since Iâve beenâ¦

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 Stevenâs Underground Garage and Hair Nation on your extraterrestrial radio.

For Booking and General Business Contact Adopted by Clyde and Henrietta Records:

Email: info@AlPaul.com
Phone: (612) 870-9942
Address: ACHRecords 424 W. 24th St. #102 Minneapolis, MN 55405
Web: www.AlPaul.com

Credits:

Recorded at: Alley Cat Habitat, Minneapolis, MN by Al Paul
Fixed, Mixed and Mastered at: Sounder Audio, Louisville, KY by Brad Cassetto

c & p 2011 ACHRecords Alâs Rights Reserved Manufactured In The USA ACHR 11122

Reviews:

Lyrics:

PATHETIC ENOUGH?:

Is this pathetic enough for your radio?
Enough to hold you over âtill the next commercial

Is this generic or what?
What with the like of all that crap by Creed being played in stereo

Now Iâd 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 Iâd 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 âtill the next beer commercial

TOMB WITH A VIEW:

Iâd like a tomb with a view
So I could still look up to you
And watch your every move

Iâd like my tomb filled with perfume
So I could still smell
Your Estée Lauder Beautiful

Then Iâd know who to haunt
And when to taunt
Iâd like a tomb with a view

Iâd like my tomb built for two
And Iâd leave room enough for you
After your days on earth are through

Then I wouldnât have to haunt
Or take the time to taunt
Iâd like a tomb Iâd like a tomb with a view

Iâd like a tomb with a view

TONE OF YOUR TYPE:

I donât 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 donât 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 itâs stored the dark room of my 35 millimeter memory

Still I donât 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

Itâs all about you not me
I used to be blind but now I see

I liked it better back when weâd date
Before weâd 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-Rexâs Bang A Gong (Get It On)
You should feel shattered but your not
That easily amused

Itâs all about you not me
I used to be a blonde but now I see

I liked it better back when weâd date
Before weâd 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 weâd date
Before weâd go out I could hardly wait
After you moved in roaming out of range

I liked it better back when weâd date
Before weâd go out I could hardly wait
After you moved in roaming out of range

SOMEBODYâS SOMETHING SO SPECIAL:

So here we are again right where we left off
Been silent so far Iâm sure we could get lost

In each others thoughts and prayers
Left only to write lonely left handed love letters

Thereâs a smell of strawberry in your smile
Iâll savor the taste of your tongue all the while

âCause itâs been so long since Iâve been somebodyâs 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

Thereâs a smell of strawberry in your hair
Iâll savor the touch of your tongue in my ear

âCause itâs been so long since Iâve been somebodyâs something special

So long since Iâve been somebodyâs something so special

Thing

WALTZING WITHOUT YOU:

I hate to hear the sound
Of the soft solitaire silence since youâre not around

And I miss the most miniature things
That used to piss me off

Like the way that youâd 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

Iâm hear and I still want you

Iâm waltzing without you
Within three steps from the move
Iâm 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 youâd 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

Iâm hear and I still want you

Iâm waltzing without you
Within three steps from the move
Iâm waltzing without you
Within three steps from the move

Iâm waltzing without you
Within three steps from the move

DUST ON A DIAL TONE:

Now are your ears ringing like my rotary dial telephone?
Thatâs still connected just busy collecting dust on a dial tone
I could poke my finger youâre 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?
Iâm 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

âCause Iâm still your

Late for work
Wearing your worn out white concert T-shirt
My boss is a jerk
Itâs 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

âCause Iâm still your biggest fan Iâm 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
Youâre still not on the radio
Iâm 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

âCause Iâm Iâm still your your biggest fan Iâm your biggest fan