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Serial Crusha
04:41
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Louie spent all his hard earned cash on you but there must be more
Billy patiently listened to what your goin’ through till you showed him the door
Jonah took you out wonderin' on rainy nights and you were so wet
Ronald gave you the best head of your life till he got upset
Each of them did you love so much more then they will ever know
Serial crusher now you know its true ain’t nothing wrong with that
ain’t nothing wrong with that
Leslie bestowed such kindness onto you, but she had a fellow
And Dina fed you the finest honey dew you ever did smell oh
Delilah lingered sweetly in your ears long after she left
And Mary stirred up all the hopes and fears from the holy depths
Each of them did you love so much more then they will ever know
Serial crusher now you know its true and its more than a phase
There’s plenty of time to settle down and plant your seeds in fertile ground later on
Serial crusher now you know its true and nobody stays
Ahhh you're a serial crusher now you know its true and its more than a phase
Ahhh you're a serial crusher now you know its true and nobody stays
now you know its true and nobody stays
Ahhh you're a serial crusher now you know its true ain’t nothin' wrong with that
now you know its true ain’t nothing wrong with that
Ahhh you're a serial crusher now you know its true but it ain't so bad
now you know its true but it ain't so bad
now you know its true but it ain't so bad
Credits:
Lyrics & Music by Rubycon
Drums - Jim Bertini
Piano - Akie Bermiss
Violin - Yon Joo Lee
Bass, Synths, Vocals - Rubycon
Produced by Rubycon
Engineered by Jim Bertini @ Galaxy Smith, Brooklyn, NY
Mixed by Andrew Dunn @ Sounds Grand, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Jennifer Munson @ Taloowa, Yonkers, NY
Album artwork by Lydia Meyer, Photographed by Chris Taylor
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2. |
Buku Love
03:18
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You sneak a kiss when no one’s lookin’ in the service cornucopia
Have you told him yet or have you let the rhyme grow a pinocchio?
The rules of this game never change and yet they never stay the same for long
I used to play guitar but then I quit and now I just play something else
You can’t hold onto me, I’m ephemeral but don’t just let me go
I don’t need anything, I got buku love but oh I want you so
I can see you bring ‘em down to their knees and let ‘em kiss your hem
But those who worship us aren’t worth a fuss they’ll never make a saint of you
You almost cry when I’m inside and then your game catches up with us
I heard your song before I don’t know where but now its spinning in again
You can’t hold onto me, I’m ephemeral, but don’t just let me go
I don’t need anything, I got buku love but oh I want you so
We can't hold onto our love ephemeral, but don’t just let it go
I don’t need anything, I got buku love but oh I want you so
I got buku love and oh I want you so
Ah ah ah oh la oh la oh I got buku love and oh I want you so
Ah ah ah oh la oh la oh I got buku love and oh I want you so
Credits:
Lyrics & Music by Rubycon
Cello - Daniel Bieber
Violin - Scot Moore
Synths, Beats, Guitars & Vocals - Rubycon
Produced by Rubycon
Mixed by Andrew Dunn @ Sounds Grand, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Jennifer Munson @ Taloowa, Yonkers, NY
Album artwork by Lydia Meyer, Photographed by Chris Taylor
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3. |
You Keep Getting New
03:40
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you keep getting new to me
with every passing grain of sand
images I held of you
rubbing off into the dust
in floods a luminous new life
exposing what had lain in night’s
velvet shadows to light
visible light
you keep getting new to me
burning a lasting impression
forever in the sands of time
and only a moment’s casting
in coated frames of celluloid
projected on my mind
invisible mind
you keep getting new to me
Credits:
Lyrics & Music by Rubycon
Violins - Yon Joo Lee, Scot Moore
Musical Saw - Gryphon Rue
Beats, Synths, Guitars, Vocals - Rubycon
Produced by Andrew Dunn & Rubycon
Mixed by Andrew Dunn @ Sounds Grand, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Jennifer Munson @ Taloowa, Yonkers, NY
Album artwork by Lydia Meyer, Photographed by Chris Taylor
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Let it Go
03:46
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Let it go let it go let it go
You gotta lot to whine about
But no one wants to hear it
Let it go let it go let it go
You gotta let your demons out
We'll burn 'em in the back yard
Let it go let it go let it go
In the woods behind the house
We'll be strippin off our aegis
Let it go let it all hang out
Let it go let it go let it go
We gonna trim up your dead ends
And we'll plant 'em in the garden
Let it grow let it grow Let it grow
Let it bear mysterious fruit
Big white tufts of suki fluff
Let it blow let it blow let it blow
Gonna blow clean through your mind
And you'll wake up in the afternoon
Let it blow to unwind
There's a misty hazy chill
In the air as you ascend
Huff your baggage up that hill
Pace yourself don't loose your wind
In your hair
Cause before you know
you're already there
And she's askin' you to dance
Show your moves boy
Shake your pants
And spin it
Let it go let it go let it go
When the moment reaches out
We'll be waxin' with the Cheshire moon
Let it ho let it ho let it ho
You gotta lot to laugh about
We'll be whirlin' around the pub pretty soon
Let it glow let it glow let it glow
Let it course right through your skin
Electric eels in helix
Let her know that you like to sin
When she looks into your eyes
You can see there is no fear
Like the tides of paradise
Lapping up against the piers
Of love and career
Realizing you've been here forever
While the waves were only rising
And there's no time for long goodbyes
But I'll see you
Let it float let it float let it float
Like driftwood to the shore
And if it ever floats on back to you
Let it row let it row let it row
Let it row into your heart
We'll be rockin' the boat all through the night
Let it roll let it roll let it roll
Let it roll on upstream
You will be there in the morning
And you'll know it was just a dream
Credits:
Lyrics & Music by Rubycon
Akie Bermiss - Synths
Yon Joo Lee - Violins
Guitars, Rhodes - Andrew Dunn
Guitars, Synths, Bells, Vocals - Rubycon
Produced by Rubycon
Mixed by Andrew Dunn @ Sounds Grand, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Jennifer Munson @ Taloowa, Yonkers, NY
Album artwork by Lydia Meyer, Photographed by Chris Taylor
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Oh I’m so lonely for your skin
I want you only to be mine
So tell me kindly where you been
I hold you sweetly in my mind
Oh I’m so lonesome up in this house
Why don’t you phone some and make me higher then
The French Pyraneese Mountains the Graian Alps
Higher then the snow white peaks in your blouse
Well I want you next a me but you’re over there
Oh darlin’ text a me and show me that you care
I’m still a waitin’ by my book
Do you wanna skype with me? I’m on the hook.
Anticipatin the way you look tell me how’s your mood
Would you maybe wanna skype with me, over food?
Would you maybe wanna skype with me, over food?
I want you next a me but you’re over there
Oh darlin’ text a me and say hello hi, hi
How are you dear? I miss your face
How do you do dear? Oh can’t you read my words
As they travel to you from outer space,
Above the yellow bees and the big black birds
Oh please receive me on the solar winds
And dear god speed you some good things to send a me
I’m still a waitin’ by my book
Do you wanna skype with me? I’m on the hook.
Anticipatin the way you look tell me how’s your mood
Would you maybe wanna skype with me, in the nude
Would you maybe wanna skype with me, in the nude
Oh please receive me on the solar winds
And disbelieve me when I tell you it’s the end
Credits:
Lyrics & Music by Ian Turner
Violins - Yon Joo Lee
Ukulele, Vocals - Maryanne Rendón
Synths, Beats, Guitars, Bells, Rhodes, Vocals - Ian Turner
Produced by Ian Turner
Mixed by Andrew Dunn @ Sounds Grand, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Jennifer Munson @ Taloowa, Yonkers, NY
Album artwork by Lydia Meyer, Photographed by Chris Taylor
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When the world comes to an end, where will we go?
Up to Mars ourselves'll send in a blue UFO.
'Cause there won't be much left of old Tokyo
When the world comes to an end
When the ocean starts to swell, swallows the land
Through Poseidon's stormy hell, to the white crystal sands
Where there's nothing to sell, so we'll work on our tans
As the world comes to an end
If only we had given NASA more bread
To build a Martian home with beaches of red
We'd swim into the black starry night
Forget for a moment who's wrong and who's right
And when the brimstone starts to fall, down from the sky
To the final battle call, the infants will cry
In the arms of my lover once more will I die
As the world comes to an end
Credits:
Lyrics & Music by Rubycon
Drums - Jim Bertini
Bass, Cello - Daniel Bieber
Piano, Synths, Vocals - Rubycon
Produced by Rubycon
Engineered by Jim Bertini @ Galaxy Smith Brooklyn, NY
Mixed by Andrew Dunn @ Sounds Grand, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Jennifer Munson @ Taloowa, Yonkers, NY
Album artwork by Lydia Meyer, Photographed by Chris Taylor
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7. |
Junky on the Street
04:11
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My mamma sent me a musical greeting card
To my gmail box from aol
Singing son, its been a while since I last heard your voice
But I sure hope you're doin' swell
Oh mamma my life's goin' very well
I got big old holes in my incisors
I sold my bongos and my blue angel
But I still got my synthesizers
Oh mamma, don't you worry 'bout me
I won't be a junky on the street, for too long, too long
Too long, too long, too long, too long
Our house in the heights has been dissolved
But I'll follow the northern lights through this city if I can
Surfin' couches until I'm solvent
But I think it might have cost my sweet Marianne
Oh mamma, don't you worry 'bout me
I won't be a junky on the street, for too long
I once was bound but now I'm free
I'll dance with diamonds at my feet, before long, for long
real long, so long, too long, too long, too long, too long
Credits:
Lyrics by Antoine Flandrin, Katrin Leist, & Rubycon
Music by Rubycon
Additional Music by Zach Seman
Drums - Jim Bertini
Violins - Yon Joo Lee
Piano, Bass, Synths, Beats, Vocals - Rubycon
Produced by Rubycon
Engineered by Jim Bertini
Mixed by Andrew Dunn @ Sounds Grand, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Jennifer Munson @ Taloowa, Yonkers, NY
Album artwork by Lydia Meyer, Photographed by Chris Taylor
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8. |
Solar Wind
00:33
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Credits:
Guitars - Rubycon
Produced by Andrew Dunn & Rubycon
Mastered by Jennifer Munson @ Taloowa, Yonkers, NY
Album artwork by Lydia Meyer, Photographed by Chris Taylor
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9. |
Shantytown
03:31
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Another night passin' time on my own some
All by my lonesome again
If I'd a match I'd light me a candle
And write me a scandal that ends in amen
In a perfect world we'd all have girlfriends
With real sweet curls to unbend
I've got a buddy says that life is what you make it
Its real 'till you fake it my friend
I wanna woman alive in the flesh
I wanna woman who wants me to be fresh
I wanna woman who'll try hard to enmesh me
Inside her silky web
I wanna woman to dress up out on the town
I wanna woman who yearns to drink me down
I wanna woman who can love a clown
Oh baby I want you
So what are we gonna do?
I'm the kind of man who likes the changing season
Loves to think about the bees and the birds
I don't mind laying with you in satin pajamas
Reading the Dalai Lama's words
I want to sting you in your scanties
And pong ping you through your panties in shantytown
As we goin' down to the cabaret in old Louisiana
Oh Suzanna, won't you fall for me
I wanna woman to spend my holiday
I wanna woman who can sing and play guitar
A woman who knows just what to say
To make her man feel warm
I wanna woman who likes it on her side
I wanna woman who changes with the tide
I wanna woman, but I don't want no bride
Oh baby I want you
So what are we gonna do?
Credits:
Lyrics & Music by Rubycon
Drums - Jim Bertini
Bass - Daniel Bieber
Trombones - Andrew Dunn
Guitars, Synths, Vocals - Rubycon
Produced by Charles Klarsfeld, Andrew Dunn & Rubycon
Engineered by Jim Bertini @ Galaxy Smith Brooklyn, NY
Mixed by Andrew Dunn @ Sounds Grand, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Jennifer Munson @ Taloowa, Yonkers, NY
Album artwork by Lydia Meyer, Photographed by Chris Taylor
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Everytime
03:42
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Every time we say goodbye I die a little
Every time we say goodbye I wonder why a little
Why the gods above me, who must be in the know
Think so little of me, they allow you to go
When you're near there's such an air of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it
There's no love song finer
But how strange the change from major to minor
Every time we say good bye
Credits:
Music & Lyrics by Cole Porter
Bass Synths - Andrew Dunn
Guitars, Synths, Vocals - Rubycon
Produced by Andrew Dunn & Rubycon
Mixed by Andrew Dunn @ Sounds Grand, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Jennifer Munson @ Taloowa, Yonkers, NY
Album artwork by Lydia Meyer, Photographed by Chris Taylor
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Rubycon Brooklyn, New York
Electro art rock act raising the noise floor under dancing feet. A band of thieves with eyes for rubies.
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