Very nice to crank loud in your car or trailer. Good for skating, snow boarding or skiing to.
This album is very fast and sweet.

12 MP3 Songs in this album (31:01) !
Related styles: Pop: Pop Underground, Rock: Lo-Fi, Type: Lo-Fi

People who are interested in Meat Puppets Minute Men Mudhoney should consider this download.


Details:
Emerging From Troubled Days. Written, performed and recorded by Veronica.
Album art work by Christian Breitkreutz.
Veronica is:
Ted Thacker, guitars, keys, synthesizer and vocals. Ex member of Baldo Rex.
John Call. Drums. Also ex mamber of Baldo Rex.
Andrew Kotch. Bass, keys, synthesizer and vocals. Ex member of Tiger Beat.

1.'Allison and Andrew' is a kind but cautious tale about the personification (and murderous tendencies) of cars and hurricanes.

Take in a breath, you know youâre only a monkey; 98 of you: same as a chimpanzee. All of your senses and your confusing emotions ainât nothing compared to them humungous oceans. Stand by the breaks, feel the waves bringing it in from the center of the sea. And if the earth has lungs, these are they. Grass gettinâ flooded âcause the rain wonât stop. Worms keep sneakinâ under the backyard gate (ha ha); out onto the driveway all over the sidewalk; headlamps of the car staring them down. Maybe its smiling but that looks like a frown, does it have a soul; thereâs know way you could know. But it sure feels like it when youâre driving it around you know itâs brain isnât anything, isnât anything. You know it ainât nothing when it sits still. Steel, its only steel. So what would it matter if it could say it? âKill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Killâ!
Eyes like magnets to the circle on the screen. The circle is a head and the head is saying something. Itâs saying, âGods light is in everything. Even in the snakes and the liars and the fakes.â But thereâs something in the way he moves his lips and his tongue that tell you he has no idea what heâs saying. All alone fragile soul like a glass thrown into the air which holds nothing but water. So why do we name them, âAllison and Andrewâ.
Gigantic and gentle when they are still. Demons riding in on the chill. So what would it matter if they could say it? âKill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Killâ!

1. âLightbulb Girlâ is a short ode to the power of summer love and the hope of its attainment.

Mr. Moth, are you on the way? Will you dance and twirl for me tonight? Zippity-zip your crazy zig-zag way. Iâll leave on my friendly bedroom light.
Hey!
Youâre just like me!
You dance and twirl.
You like all bright and shiny things
I know youâd like the lightbulb girl.
Mr. Moth, you are my special friend. I know I can tell you anything.You see, that girl she is so shiny that Iâm blinded by her beauty. Couldnât fly away, not even with your wings
Youâre just like me!
You dance and twirl.
You like all bright and shiny things
I know youâd like the lightbulb girl.
So I went to tell her honestly. But I didnât want to turn her off (so to speak).âCause the lightbulb girl is pure and bright and everybody loves her and I know Iâm just a lowly little moth
Youâre just like me!
You dance and twirl
You like all bright and shiny things
I know youâd like the lightbulb girl
And perhaps this is a crazy song.And perhaps I am a crazy man.
And perhaps she will reject me on the basis of my psyche,
yet attracted to her flame Iâll always beâitâs what I am!
Youâre just like me!
You dance and twirl
You like all bright and shiny things
I know youâd like the lightbulb girl.

1. 'Summer' is about Ted Bundy and the Son of Sam taking my youth (and my summer) away.

âHello from the gutters of New York Cityâ. Where loverâs memories and kisses all get washed away. No heâs not sleeping, heâs pacing like the dog next door. The âDuke of Deathâ the âWicked Wickerâ heâs gonna come around once more. Crutches in the parking lot; handcuffs in the back seat. The âCold Hearted, True Deceiverâ clutching up his own conceit. Jumping from the second story, running through the aspen leaves. Heâs running, heâs running, heâs running through my summer. Donât take my summer! Itâs my summer!
So Iâm ten years old getting along, I donât donât understand it all at all. But everything is cul-de-sacs and summer tar and stars and all. But I see these faces every day, staring back from black and grey. Taking my imagination and my innocence away. So I brace myself for the darkness now its coming and I race myself into the corner of the closet. And I see his friendly twisted face outside of my window, now Iâm running, Iâm running, Iâm running. Donât take my summer! Its my summer!

1. Iâm In Trouble. Is a song about shitty parents and shittier kids.

Washinâ dishes in the trailer. Playinâ the record super loud.
My favorite record shook the clock off the wall and it fell and broke on the ground. Iâm in trouble.
Last friday down on Vine street. Out under the moon; I donât remember but it happened so fast, and now thereâs nothinâ I can do. Will it be like you said it was: will my punishment fit my crime? I wish I could take it all and go back. Back in time. Back in time! I remember getting busted for something when I was a kid. Youâd hit me in your drunken cussinâ. No matter what I did. But now Iâm in trouble! Iâm in trouble!

5.âKawasaki Dirt Bikeâ is a song about a friendly late night trip across Tokyo on the back of a Kawasaki dirt bike (and subsequently in a fast Toyota truck).

Five AM was ringinâ papa san calling âcome on overâ! âYouâve got gigs from Nagasaki all the way through Tokyoâ. Little slippers on the jumbo JAL they showed Columbo. He met me at Hanaeda out on the tar, but he didnât have a car so I rode through neon drinking sake on the backseat of his Kawasaki. And I got burned by the tailpipe of his Kawasaki dirt bike. Yeehooo!
Tokyo and âoh, my soulâ roses printed on a bowl. Spikes of light through the covered porch, midnight dinner by a torch. Mama san with a plate of plums, lets see it all before the daylight comes! I had noodles in the dark under the stars over Hibaya park. So many lights it looks just like the sea. Golden dragon watching over me. I touched the fat stone buddha just for luck. Joy Riding! Fast Toyota truck! Otemachi! Black Toyota truck. Uchikanda! Black Toyota truck. Nagatacho! Black Toyota truck. Ichibancho! Black Toyota truck. Otemachi.

6.âFrivolous Thingâ is about earth and all of its inhabitants and also Michael Jackson.

Pale blue pearl hanging in space. Spinning and reeling in gravityâs halo. One clean elipse; billions of dirty souls clinging and clamoring everywhere. Frivolous thing.
Lost on earth. Lost in space. Lost amongst the human race. Curl his lip and toss his hair. Lonely and rejected heir. Worries, nightmares, stoned elation. Broken hearted martyr murder. Hands in prayer, faces lifted. Mourning son (morning sun).

7.'Frederick' is an ode to death (Frederick Smith's from the MC5 to be exact), wherein Patty Smith (his more famous wife) finds him at port authority after his death and they dance barefoot in the streets to a waltz played by the late great Johnny Thunders. It wakes up all New York. (references also in this song to the Replacements).

Frederick went to heaven and they pierced his fucking ears. Laced him up in velveteen and threw away his years. They said: âNow youâve got your reigns, you can go where you want toâ. All he could think about was Manhattan. New york city yeah its cool when its dark. But he had wings made of silver and spark. Now he had the keys to anyplace he could haunt. Downtown or uptown or right on Central Park. Frederik took a breath as he stepped of of the cloud onto a gleaming crystal stairway leading down into the crowd. 42nd Street, it was bustling with cops but as he walked through port authority he didnât even stop. Patty was waiting at the end of the hall. She held out her hand, they began to fall. They floated like they had feathers under their feet and they began to dance in the middle of the street. And they danced barefoot and spinning under a gleaming chandelier. Because the night, had brought out the stars: light streamed down from up above. Then the heavens brought out TH-Thunders! and he played a waltz that woke up all New York. Hey!

8.âCry Babyâ is a song about drugs.

Saturday black out Sunday morning television bummer bad weekend coast on your head. All the true mothers out living your life youâve been lazy. And now its driving you crazy. Black days and nights bad made up lies fake mannequin life youâve got your head in your hands like a tourniquet acting like a baby. Make it up by getting up early on Monday but now its gone you only lose again and nothing you can do will make it ring true youâve fucked it up so bad and now youâre the only one to blame. Black days and nights bad made up lies fake mannequin life youâve got your head in your hands like a tourniquet holding you out for what you get you get to be a baby. Cry Baby.

9.âRattleâ I wish I had a rattle like a rattle snake.

I need a rattle. That I can shake before I break, you know I get tired of being awake. I need a rattle. Iâm short of breath inside these years, ride it out pin back my ears and rattle. Laugh and cry spit in my eye, crash this body through the high. Dress myself in madder rose and mayflower leaves in mortal pose. No oneâs watching, I donât matter. So I need a rattle. That I can on and on while its all gone; all broke down across the dawn and rattled! Bottle tired and powder old when does this ink turn into gold it rattles! Shed your soul freak out your mind turning you out from the rind. Dress yourself in gaining vine; pelt of glamour sheltered blind. No oneâs watching, they wonât mind. So I need a rattle. I need a rattle.

10.âWhatâs With Your Hairâ is a song about unrequited teen love and bad perms from Fantastic Samâs.

I saw you peeping at you in your rearview. You seeing you made you cry. You seeing you made you want to go and hide. Canât you wash it out? Its not so bad when I see it from this side. Everybody knows that your poor heart is broken and its sad but so am I. Whatâs with your hair? Everybody knows youâre the loneliest girl in this town. Lord knows I am the loneliest boy. I want to run away from this place and leave myself and never come back. I canât believe Iâve kept this secret for so long now that I may never give it back. Canât you wash it out? Its not so bad when I see it from this side. Everybody knows that your poor heart is broken and its sad but so am I. Whatâs with your hair?

11.âHurley Waxâ is a ballad to a late night drinking factory worker who finds himself heading into the great blue yonder.

Late last night just before the light, my rusty rig and I took flight and sailed up oâer the morning grass; rocks and blood and bones and glass. There I died, my body torn; my wife and kids left back to mourn. They took some thing that were dearly mine and built me a sad little standing shrine by the side of the road: brass box and clover, red earth turned in mourning over. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Thereâs my soul rising up from the blood and the rust. Straighten this road that Iâve been winding, remove these regrets Iâve been finding. Soothe each soul wound into me. Brave those too and set them free. But give mine now a chance to rest. I made mistakes but I did my best. Help me feel so not alone. Take me now, Iâm sure Iâm coming Home! Iâm coming Home!

12.âIf You Were Meâ has acne on its acne.

If you were me, would you call me up even though we just met? Probably youâd be scared of scaring me off and yet if you weâre me would you write my name on the back of your hand if you were me, would you be as lonesome as I am? If I were you. Iâd call you up just to say âhow you doingâ? Iâd know what to do. And Iâd know the horoscope wasnât fooling. If I were you it would be so easy to be together. Dreams would come true. If you were me and if only I was you. If you were me and if only I was you.