This album is good for all kinds of pioneers, including music lovers with eclectic tastes, the curious, and fans of the innovative, as well as gamers, Fat Rangers, collectors and DJs. Young adult and up.
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7 / 11 (HML 1001)
Track Listing (with links to lyrics)
- The Final Hour Hawaiian (1:11)
- Mr. Death (1:55)
- Skeletons In My Closet (4:02)
- Chapel Pain (:27)
- The Game (5:34)
- The Final Hour (9:51)
- In Front Of Doc’s (:52)
- Ashes (2:41)
- After All, It’s You (1:08)
- Big Ol’ Outro (2:57)
- Short Intro (1:03)
- Dolls Of Doom (1:32)
- Coffin Dance (1:55)
- Ghost Of Bo (3:05)
- XMusic Box (2:20)
- Rain (3:42)
- Bedspread (1:17)
- Funky Tubes (2:34)
- All The Guests (1:14)
- XDownstairs (4:31)
- Doorbell (:52)
- Love Soupreme (2:19)
- We’re The Ghosts (:28)
- Hey Conductor (1:27)
- Bolero (3:55)
- Infernal Melody (2:25)
- Foyer Entrances (1:21)
- The Game Hawaiian (:45)
Credits
All compositions by George Alistair Sanger except “Skeletons In My Closet” by David Sanger
Published by Fat Manor Publishing (BMI)
Vocals: Kris McKay
Background Vocals: Team Fat
Piano: Floyd Domino
Steel: Andrew Halbreicht
Bass: Kevin Phelan
Drums: David Sanger
On “The Game”
Vocals: Robert Harrison
Guitars: The Fat Man and Joe McDermott
Bass: Kevin Phelan and Linda Law
Drums: David Sanger
Phone Message: Matt Costello
Additional Musicians
Violin: Bert Meisenbach
Bass Violin: Kevin Phelan and Jeff Haley
Musical Support: Team Fat
On 1, 6, 7, 9, 10 and 28
Guitar: Joe McDermott
Steel Guitar: John Ely
Bass: Kevin Phelan
Drums: Dave Sanger
Cousin Ernie: The Fat Man
On “The Final Hour”
Vocals: The Fat Man
Background Vocals: Team Fat
Answering Vocals: Robert Harrison
Phone Message: Teresa Avallone
Recording Engineer: Dave Govett
Vocal Produced by K. Weston Phelan
On “Big Ol’ Outro”
Mixing Engineer: Ben Blank
Mixing Studio: Ben Blank Audio
Mix produced by: Joe McDermott
Virtual Vocals: Jeff “Ironhead” Dodds
Vocals on “Mr. Death” by Axel and Miles Dietrich of European Sex Machine
Mastered by Larry Seyer at Bismeaux Studio
Mission Control: Linda Law
SuperPublicist: Spanki Avallone
Thanks again to Rob Landeros and Graeme Devine for their dedication to the music portion of the product.
Lyrics (still under construction)
“Mr. Death” (George Alistair Sanger)
Copyright ©1997 Big Fat Inc. All rights reserved.
Published by Fat Manor Publishing (BMI). Used by permission.
I can’t take a breath
I can’t make a move
I can’t think a thought
I can’t sing a song with a minimal groove
I can’t get away
From the singular fact
Well I can’t take a breath without seeing Mr. Death
I can’t take a bath
Mr. Death is washing my back
And I can’t do the disco
Mr. Death will dance on my foot
I can’t sing the rest
Well I can’t take a breath without seeing Mr. Death
But I can’t see Mr. Death
If I don’t take that breath
I can’t find my car keys
Better ask Mr. Death
And I get so lonely
We play a game of chess
Well I can’t take a breath
Well I can’t take a breath
Well I can’t take a breath
Well I can’t take a breath
Without seeing Mr., um, I don’t remember how it ends
“Skeletons In My Closet”
(Dave Sanger)
Copyright ©1997 Big Fat Inc. All rights reserved.
Published by Fat Manor Publishing (BMI). Used by permission.
48 years of livin’
An angel in disguise
48 years of lovin’
Smilin’ with my eyes
48 years of memories
Neatly tucked away
When daylight dies, I hear them rise
And dance upon their grave
What’s that sound
Comin’ from the dresser on a night as black as pitch?
What’s that sound
Comin’ from the bureau, do I dare turn on the switch?
Them bones, them bones, them dry bones
All bleached and deathly white
I’ve got skeletons in my closet and
They’re rattlin’ tonight
The cheat bone’s connected to deceit bones
And thereby connected to lies
I-love-yous said indiscriminately make the sockets for the eyes
The love bones knock against the hate bones
And fingers click in time
There won’t be sleep for the weary tonight
’Cause all those bones are mine
(Backgrounds)
Hup, Hup, they’re in my closet now
Hup, Hup, Hup, I’m trying to forsake ’em
Hup, Hup, they’re in my dresser now
Hup Hup Hup, I wouldn’t wanna wake ’em
Hup, Hup, they’re in my closet now
Hup, Hup, Hup, I’m trying to forsake ’em
Hup, Hup, they’re in my dresser now
Hup Hup Hup, I wouldn’t wanna wake ’em
“The Game” (George Alistair Sanger)
Copyright ©1997 Big Fat Inc. All rights reserved.
Published by Fat Manor Publishing (BMI). Used by permission.
Let’s take the time to find out what’s inside
Away from all this wind and rain
The six arrive, the fire lights their eyes
Invited here to learn to play
The Game
We travel blind and feel along the walls
And barely know from where we came
The paths divide the players from the rules
But we’re the ones who chose to play
The Game
Let’s take the time to find ourselves again
Away from daily stress and pain
Though we may find we’ll not come back the same
That happens sometimes when we play
The Game
“The Final Hour” (George Alistair
Sanger)
Copyright ©1997 Big Fat Inc. All rights reserved.
Published by Fat Manor Publishing (BMI). Used by permission.
Come play the shell game with the Madman
And maybe you can win his bride
Or you can try for something better
You decide
Why don’t you bet it all on Seven?
Your guess could be as good as mine
Just roll the bones, you could get lucky
For a time
I should be doing stuff
But I’d rather put it off
Until the final hour
I should be doing stuff
But I’d rather put it off
Until the final hour
Yes you can set your sights on Heaven
And there’s no better time than now
Everybody walks away a winner
Don’t ask how
Now that your luck has gotten colder
Perhaps you’ll tell me how it feels
To be the one who plays the Joker
Making deals