Radio Man--Musical Cinema For The Viewer Of Mind by Painful Passion
Brian James Pfaff--Guitar, lead vocals
Sean Bristol--Percussion, backing vocals
Brandon Mack--keyboards, backing vocals
vocals on "I'll Be At My Sister's", verses 7 and 3 of "The Causeway", and duet vocals on "The Streetwalker" by Danielle Trevor
Produced by Painful Passion
1.WAITING FOR THAT CALL FROM THE MAN UPSTAIRS PART 1 written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Progressive Rock
I'm waiting for that call,
That same inevitable call,
Waiting for that call from the man upstairs,
Which way am I going,
Heaven or Hell?
Which way am I facing,
Oh, down thats just as well,
God wouldn't make a mistake,
Its what I deserve,
But I hope that when I get there they give me first class in the hearse,
For all these years my soul's felt stoned,
But I did not get here alone,
I'm not entirely blameless,
But allow me to say this,
I'm not entirely blameworth either
2.BLACK HOLES IN THE SKY written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Progressive Rock
Black holes fill where my soul used to be,
And I can't stop singing out of key,
And this is how its sposed to be,
3.SHINEY written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Heavy Metal
I've been wonderin' where to go,
I've been wanderin' in the snow,
And now I'm writin' this poem,
About my ass freezin' off in the cold,
My soul has just been sold,
I am young but I feel old,
The line was put on hold,
And I'm gonna hafta be bold,
My shoulder caps are fallin' off,
My brain is scrambeled soft,
And now I can't stop coughin'
In my brand new shiney coffin'
4.FIRST TIME written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genrey: Progressive Blues Rock
Male Voice--Yeah
Footsteps coming up stairs
Femal Voice (2)--What was that?
Footsteps coming up stairs
Male Voice--Nothing. Keep goin babe... Yeah
Key unlocking door and opening
Female Voice (2)--OH MY GOD!
Male Voice--ALICE!
I remember our first time,
Like it was yesterday,
We had been goin' steady,
For about 3 months,
Gotten past all the stunts,
No more winning admiration,
What we had was finally,
Real dedication,
So we stopped at the bus station,
And I payed our fare,
And the bus rider sayed,
"Now hold it right there,"
And the bastard hit me,
With a cold hard stare,
"I'ma need an ID son,
Just how old are you?
Do you even know what your about to do?
Why if you was my boy,
Kick ya' hard in the ass!"
But he shut the hell up,
When I showed 'im some stolen cold hard cash,
And the f***er's face got red,
Like he had a rash,
And when I think of his plump red face,
I get a laugh,
And it was on,
And it was on,
Our innocence was gone,
It was gone,
Just gone,
So we stopped at a hotel room,
Just off the border,
And we got some nice steak and lobster,
I was just a kid,
But she was a smart you lady,
She knew that would cost 'er!
(heh heh)
We stopped back at the hotel room,
Bout half-past ten,
And then,
We collapsed,
On the bed,
As if we was dead.
But we both knew the truth,
This was what we had always strived for,
We were very much alive
And it was on,
And it was on,
Our innocence was gone,
It was gone,
Just gone,
And it was done,
We were tired,
And suddenly,
We felt empty,
And I swore to myself
"This is the last time I'll ever decieve her for me",
5.I WANTED TO TELL HER PART 1 written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Acoustic Folk Rock
I wanted to tell her,
"The first time I said I love you it was a lie,"
But I never got the chance,
She said "I'm goin' to the mall,
Can I get a dime?"
And she said "I love you",
And I thought I would die,
Because it was true,
I could see it in her eyes
6.COUNTRY BUMPKIN written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Mock-Country
"Achey Breaky Heart" by Billy Ray Cyrus plays in the background.
Redneck male voice (1)--All I'm sayin' is Garth Brooks could kick Alan Jackson's f***in' ass!
Redneck male voice (2)--sh*t! Al's the smart one. He could kick that son-a-b****'s ass just with his big brains!
Redneck male voice (3)--Nah, he's right. Al's a girl private.
Redneck female voice--Hey, sugar. You wan't something strong?
Male voice--Coffee. Too early to drink.
Redneck female voice--You sure? I won't mind. I can tell you got a broken heart.
Male voice--Better than breaking her's. AND WILL YOU TURN THAT sh*t OFF!
So I stopped in a bar,
To think it all through,
Nothing else here to do,
Frustrated enough as it is,
And then the straw that broke the camel's back,
A full jukebox o' Stones and Lennon and Floyd,
And what did I hear?
Chorus to "Achey Breaky Heart" plays
Redneck male voice (2)--Whats your problem, b****?
Redneck male voice (3)--You wanna get your f***in' throat slit?
And the bottle broke with a smash,
breaking bottle
And he said,
"I'ma kick your ass,"
And another pulled out a switchblade,
switchblade flicking
And I threw the coffee pot,
At the f***ers face,
Right in the goddam eye,
Put the bastard back in his place,
And now I'm wonderin'
"Why?"
Bodying crashing into jukebox. Changes from "Achy Breaky Heart" to "Not As Good As I Once Was" by Toby Keith
Redneck Male Voice (2)--Holy sh*t!
Redneck Male voice (1)--Lets get the f*** outta here!
And the f***er's scampered away like the rats they were,
Off to their ribbon winning pumpkins,
I'd shown the goddam country bumpkins.
Footsteps. The track changes from "Not As Good As I Once Was" to the line HA HA, CHARADE YOU ARE! from "Pigs (Three Diffrent Ones)" by Pink Floyd
7.BIG EXEC written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
And we headed to a big record company in Chicago,
Alice was right by my side,
And we played him some tapes,
And asked if we had a place with his boys,
Making pointless rhymes
8.POINTLESS RHYMES writer/composer unknown
Genre: Something simplistic enough to make #1 on the charts
There was an old lady who swallowed a fly.
I dunno why she swallowed that fly,
Perhaps she'll die.
There was an old lady who swallowed a spider,
That wriggled and jiggled and wiggled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
But I dunno why she swallowed that fly -
Perhaps she'll die.
There was an old lady who swallowed a bird;
How absurd, to swallow a bird!
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
That wriggled and jiggled and wiggled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
But I dunno why she swallowed that fly -
Perhaps she'll die
There was an old lady who swallowed a cat.
Imagine that, she swallowed a cat.
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird ...
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
That wriggled and jiggled and wiggled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
But I dunno why she swallowed that fly
Perhaps she'll die
There was an old lady who swallowed a dog.
What a hog! To swallow a dog!
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat...
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird ...
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
That wriggled and jiggled and wiggled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
But I dunno why she swallowed that fly
Perhaps she'll die.
There was an old lady who swallowed a goat.
Just opened her throat and swallowed a goat!
She swallowed the goat to catch the dog ...
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat.
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird ...
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
That wriggled and jiggled and wiggled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
But I dunno why she swallowed that fly
Perhaps she'll die.
There was an old lady who swallowed a cow.
I don't know how she swallowed a cow!
She swallowed the cow to catch the goat... She swallowed the goat to catch the dog...
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat...
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird ...
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
That wriggled and jiggled and wiggled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
But I dunno why she swallowed that fly
Perhaps she'll die.
There was an old lady who swallowed a horse -
She's dead, of course.
9.BIG POP STAR written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Pop Rock
I wanna be a big pop star,
Make lots of money and go real far,
Get a big f***ing shiney car,
I wanna be a big pop star,
Pre-Teeny Boppers runnin' up the ailes with these insanely idiotic smiles,
They may be minors but I'll f*** 'em for a while,
Even give 'em a fake number to dial,
I wanna be a big pop star!
10.I WANTED TO TELL HER PART 2 written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Acoustic Fok Rock
I saw her walking down the street,
All alone and afraid,
And thought of what I could have said,
I wanted to tell her..
11.THAT KIND OF PRETTY THAT HURTS written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Progressive Rock
I'd like to tell you a secret
If I may,
If its to intimate all you need do is say,
But if you are willing to see my weak side,
I'd like to say love is quite a ride,
She has that kind of pretty that hurts,
Why must she wear such short skirts?
Why must her shirt be hanging off,
Why can't she ever be beautiful just by talk,
Why does she feel she needs to throw make-up on,
Why does she not believe me when I say I wrote her a song,
Why must she try to appeal to guys who just take bong?
Doesn't she know she's beautiful?
The secret I want to tell you,
It wouldn't hurt so much,
If I honestly believed that you would take me seriously,
If I thought death was all their was to life,
Why would I want to stop all the stryfe?
Why must you be such a cynic,
For me to tell you my secret will only take a minute,
She has that kind of pretty that hurts,
Why must she wear such short skirts?
Why must her shirt be hanging off,
Why can't she ever be beautiful just by talk,
Why does she feel she needs to throw make-up on,
Why does she not believe me when I say I wrote her a song,
Why must she try to appeal to guys who just take bong?
Doesn't she know she's beautiful?
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12.ORAL LOVE written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Blues Based Hard Rock
Next thing I know,
Were both in bed,
Goin' at it like to rabid dogs in heat,
Maybe outta curtesy I should wash the sheets,
But look at me,
I'm a big rock star,
Rollin' around in bed,
With a street walker!
Thats all the tabloids would ever see,
A guitarist and a hooker cheating.
And it kills me some,
But I just could not help myself!!
But where do we go from here?
When you start at love there is nothing to strengthen
Oral love,
Yeah,
At least I got some,
Oral love,
At least I got some,
13.QUITE A START written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Acoustic Folk Rock
Love would be quite a start,
Because if you tear me apart,
Its still just the beginning,
And I will not have as many painful feelings.
14.AND NOW I'M WRITING THIS RHYME written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Progressive Rock
And now I'm righting this rhyme,
To fill the time,
To pay for my crimes,
And they are only mine,
15.I'LL BE AT MY SISTER'S written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Progressive Rock
I can't do this anymore.
I'll be at my sister's.
Please don't call.
Please don't call at all.
Please let me be.
Well I figure out this,
I don't have time for this apologetic bullsh*t,
Come back to me when I say I'm ready,
Or don't come back at all.
16.MR. KRAY, WHADDAYA SAY? written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Progressive Rock
Mr. Kray Whadday say? Whaddaya do?
When mummy looks at you in that nice business suit,
And askes ya how ye've been,
And all you can honestly say to her sweet face,
Is, "Well, mummy, brother and I have been named London's most notorious twins"?
Mr. Kray, when blood's always on your hands,
How do you eat?
And when you see the faces of the enemies little boy on the news,
Whaddaya do?
Do ya sleep for a while,
Or put in new tile,
Or pop a few bottles o' pills?
Do you wish you were burning in the depths of hell,
Or do ya simply shrug it off and say to yourself, "Oh well"
Mr. Kray, Whaddaya say,
Whadday do,
When as you tuck your little boy in bed he looks up to you and he says,
"Daddy, I wanna be just like you, someday"?
17.THIS DESOLATE LAND written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Progressive Rock
Feild of crimson stretches before my eyes,
Overshadowed by a cloud of lies,
An overpowering land where innocence dies,
Rewarded only by painful cries,
A land where heroes shall never rise,
A land where deceit will gain you the prize,
A land where ruthlessness gains one size,
I stand here,
In this desolate land,
A dawnting task to ask
May I please Leave?
18.HEADED TO THE SHOW written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Progressive Rock
So I headed to the show,
When it was time to go,
Somewhere on the east side of Chicago,
And wouldn't you know,
Lined up round the block,
If they knew what kind of man I really was they'd be in shock
19."ALICE" written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Progressive Rock
Screaming crowd.
Male voice: This--Thank you. This song was written for a woman who was there until the end. Wouldn't be here tonight without her. I love you Alice.
Someday,
Alice,
I'll buy you a palace,
I'll never give you malace,
No matter what you do,
I'll (sob) I'll always be true,
ALICE! ALICE!
(whispered) Male voice--I love you Alice. I'm sorry. Oh god, I'm so sorry.
20. SET THINGS RIGHT written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Progressive Rock
So I ran out the back stage,
I had to make things right,
Ran back to the hotel room,
To finish things tonight,
I'm no longer blind,
I finally see,
Alice,
I before I fix things with you,
I need to fix things with me,
21.WAITING FOR THAT CALL FOR THE MAN UPSTAIRS PART 2 written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Progressive Rock
Heaven,
Which way am I going,
Hell,
Heaven or hell,
Heaven,
Which way am I facing,
Hell,
Oh, down thats just as well,
Heaven,
God wouldn't make a mistake,
Hell,
Its what I deserve,
Heaven,
But I hope that when I get there,
Hell,
They'll give me first class in the hearse,
Heaven
22.STREETWALKER written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Progressive Rock
The door opened slowly,
She said,
"Hey babe, how ya' been?"
I said you need to get outta here,
Please don't make me explain,
She said,
"Whats wrong? I though she was gone, don't you love me?"
I said,
"I'm sorry, but I just can't say. It wasn't love. It was sympathy."
She marched out and I screamed down the hall
Male voice--COME BACK!
She turned around and said,
"I'll be at my sister's."
23.THE REAL YOU IS ME written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Black Metal
Don't feel yourself anymore,
I am you,
You are me,
I am the darkness you pretend you can't see,
Your evil,
You are scum,
Your fooling yourself if you think I'm lying,
Stop diding yourself time,
Stop hiding me through rhyme,
Male voice--NO! I don't need to be you! I don't! Your not me! NO!
24.CLOSET COFFIN written and composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Acoustic rock
Closet,
Coffin,
Could hang myself in the closet,
Of this hotel room,
Meet doom and give him a peck on the cheek,
I'm weak,
Someone help me,
Read a few verses from the bible in the dresser,
Without vomiting,
Perhaps to get through,
I should sing,
25.THE CAUSEWAY verses 1-6 written by "Beeco", verse 7 written by Rollan Schott, verse 8 written by Brian James Pfaff composed by Brian James Pfaff
Genre: Progressive Rock
Deep down in the causeway
Beyond the limit of consciousness
There is a place
That you must fear
Where brave men never tread
Beyond the shores of psydons lake
Through the endless larva caves
To the forbidden realm of crescent plains
The end still not in sight
The roaring of the snapdragons
Will not stop you now
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