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Broken Glass Promenade

by The StiKman

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SuzieQSharky Stikman is the missing link between Zappa and Beefheart. He brings all of music history together in this compelling album. Favorite track: Demeter.
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Demeter 03:25
Demeter With open eyes the goddess sees how blind the heavens are Petrified eyelashes cast shadows all around. No lid consents to fall and bring sleep Always horror ever since she saw the god Always horror here in the fallow field Always horror where the plowshare was engendered Willingly the mule goes round and round over his barley That hasn't changed We who have fallen out of the cycle take an overexposed photograph
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Deep Feelings No matter what you do (wee-oo) I will continue to (wee-oo) have these deep feelings for you. Please don’t leave Please don’t leave me ‘cause every time you leave I FEEL IT tuggin’n’ tuggin’n’ tuggin’n’ on my heart strings. My nerves are shot! ‘cause you’re all I’ve got! I’m tied in a knot and it keeps growin’ tighter’n’tighter’n‘tighter around my heart. I know you fancy yourself a cat (the way you take’n’leave) but that I will never believe is the true you. So don’t confuse me with facts no matter what you do I will continue to have these deep feelings for you. Please don’t leave Please don’t leave me ‘cause every time you leave I FEEL IT tuggin’n’ tuggin’n’ tuggin’n’ on my heart strings. My nerves are shot! ‘cause you’re all I’ve got! I’m tied in a knot and it keeps growin’ tighter’n’tighter’n‘tighter around my heart. I know you fancy yourself a cat (the way you take’n’leave) but that I will never believe is the true you. So don’t confuse me with facts no matter what you do I will continue to have these deep feelings for you Deep feelings deep feelings for you deep deep feelings no matter what you do. Deep deep deep feelings feelings for you dip dip dip deep deep feelings no matter what you do I don’t know why you love me (Loving you is easy.) The facts confuse me (I’m confused!) Loving you is so easy because I love you (Unconditionally) Please don’t tug on my heart strings. Nowadays I always leave the seat down. Leaving my socks all over the place is a thing of the past I'll ask for directions if we get lost on the way to one of the many social events that we’ll now be attending… Deep feelings deep feelings for you uh-deep deep feelings no matter what you do. Uh-Deep deep deep feelings for you dip dip dip deep deep feelings feelings no matter what you do I'm in deep deep doo doo all because of you and I will continue to have these deep feelings for you. My nerves are shot! ‘cause you’re all I’ve got! I’m Tied in a knot But it keeps growin’ tighter’n’tighter’n‘tighter around my heart. I'm tuggin’n’ tuggin’ but it keeps growin’ tighter’n’tighter’ I'm tuggin’n’ tuggin’ but it keeps growin’ tighter’n’tighter around my heart’ Bah-bup-bah-bah Bah-bup-bow-wow Bah-bup-bah-bah-oo-ah-ha Bah-bup-bah-bah Bah-bup-bow-wow Please don’t tug on my heart strings.
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Hot Pink Life Once there was a booger Who dwelt under a tabletop. He was known as “Bleagh!” “Bleagh!” Bleagh dwelt there with other boogers And a piece of blackened bubblegum called “Lola” “Lola” “Lola” “Lola” “Lola” “Lola” “Lola” On a hot, dry, summer day Bleagh watched aghast As Lola was violated by a fly Who pierced her with his proboscis He pierced her with his proboscis He pierced her with his proboscis He pierced her Under the mysterious folds of Lola’s Dark Skin is Hot pink life! Under the mysterious folds of Lola’s Dark Skin is Hot pink life! Anton the spider Who also viewed this Was so enamored therefrom… That he covered the entire scene with spider jizz… He covered the entire scene with spider jizz…
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Sophie 06:58
Sophie Sophie sold flounders, smelts, and lampreys at Hawkers Gate with her mother. She was fourteen and she was in love with a seventeen-year-old high school student. She was also wild about all things revolutionary. She had known Fritz since they were children. In Sophie's eyes Fritz was a proclamation of freedom. If not freedom itself-- in gangling freckle-faced form. Hopelessly as the boy stuttered at the family board he read revolutionary proclamations with loud abandon to his little group of conspirators and cited Danton or Marat with perfect fluency Sophie's presence oiled his vocal chords. Freedom must be won by violence! On April seventeenth seventeen-ninety-seven Fritz and his co-conspirators were arrested. It was market day. Sophie was selling smelts. Fritz and the others were committed to life imprisonment. CHORUS: And Sophie remained a virgin for all those years. Waiting... Waiting... Waiting for her Fritz. Sophie liked to sing. That may have helped predisposed her in favor of the revolution, which gave birth to so many new songs. And because she was a cook for Pastor Blech While Fritz stayed and stayed in the fortress. She kept faith with the revolution and it's songs which became kitchen songs. Putrid aristocrats. pickled sprats. The Republic princes in aspic egalite´ mushroom fricasse´. Triumphant cannonade! Pepper marinade! Napoleon Revolution And as she sang she plotted revenge. Mushroom soup in the harvest moon Napoleon will spring you soon. Orange agaric we mince. Head and neck has many a prince. Kings are trembling. Cannons are booming. Soon dear Fritz, we'll go mushrooming. I saw an imperial mushroom today. Let freedom come. La Liberte´. And so with a delicious meal she served to Fritz’s captors, Sophie dished out justice. by way of a liberal portion of poison mushrooms. It was a morose man who returned home in wooden shoes bringing a bad cough with him after thirty-eight years. He had kept his stutter. Fritz could longer be fired with enthusiasm for anything except pot roast and red cabbage. But with Sophie to care for him he recovered his strength. The two of them could often be seen in the early fall leaving their cottage with baskets over their arms to gather mushrooms. The neighborhood children shouted mocking jingles after the mushroom woman and her wood goblin. Wasn't it strange if not suspicious that the two old people brought specimens of the useless fly agaric mushroom home with them along with the edible varieties?
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Oh Bad Daddy 03:37
Oh Bad Daddy your bad daddy live across the street from my bad daddy your bad daddy and my bad daddy walk down the dusty road to the Alibi Tavern they walk laughing come back stumbling don't care if we pitch rocks at them they can't run say if they catch us they gonna kill us but they never gonna catch us you and me gonna ride a freight train all the way to Florida where there's oranges hanging from the trees you and me swear to do it on the way down the dusty road to the alibi tavern you say it . no you say it . no you . is my daddy here? Come for him. That's him you and me gonna ride a freight train just like the hoboes and eat oranges and live in the woods if woods is what they got in Florida. That's him. Mom says come home. She got dinner on. your bad daddy don't care nothing about dinner and my bad daddy shout "get on away from here 'fore I skin you alive" The tavern is dark inside. dark as a old box car. Hop the train down this hill past the wooden bridge past the hobo camps burnt tin cans burnt pieces of everything can you cook oranges you ask me Mmmmmmhm Possibly. Possibly can We gonna hop a train gonna climb to the top of a freight car and watch your bad daddy and my bad daddy get as small as two flies. Hear that whistle blow. Hear that whistle when it blow
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A Postcard from Calcutta Don't look. Step across. Stop your ears with lead. Practice glassy-eyed indifference. Leave pity in your suitcase with your shoes and socks... Or look— Stop. Listen. Feel moved and ashamed. Show your red tongue; because pity is small change and easily dispensed... How, where horror should cast us in lead; How, can I laugh? Even at breakfast, laugh; How, where garbage and only garbage grows; how, am I to speak of Ilsebill, because she is beautiful; and speak of beauty. How? Where the hand in the photo remains forever riceless. How shall I sing about the cook and how she stuffs fattened geese? The sated are going on a hunger strike, o beautiful garbage; It's enough to make you die laughing. I'm trying to find a word. I'm trying to find a word. I'm trying to find a word. for shame shame shame… For shame! Write a poem about Calcutta Write with pus. Rip off scabs. In Calcutta, encoffined in mosquito-netting dream of Calcutta. Get lost in Calcutta. Transfer the U.N. to Calcutta. On an uninhabited island write a book about Calcutta. At a party call Calcutta, an example of something. Chop off your cock (in the temple of Kali a tree is hung with wishing stones that cry out for children, more and more children.) Misbehaved children, women like Ilsebill who are never satisfied, and men who live for schedules— curse them, wish them all in Calcutta.
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Like at the Movies A woman who strokes her hair or leafs quickly through her loves and can't remember. She'd like to be a redhead for a while, or slightly dead or play a minor part in some other film. Now she disintegrates into fabrics and cutouts, A woman's leg taken by itself. She doesn't want to be— but to be made— happy. She wants to know what he's thinking now. And she wants to cut the other woman, if there is one, right out of the film; “snippity-snip”. The action proceeds: body damage, rain, suspicion in the trunk. Weekends leave imprints of men's shorts. Hairy-hairless, Limbs limbs limbs. A slap on the face promises something that later sounds real. "You bastard" "do you want to see the most beautiful thing I've ever felt?" "it's amazing" "to be happy then is to suffer" "you had me at hello" "Just put your lips together and--blow" "I want to kiss you" "My Hero" "I'm up there with Bach and Mozart?" "Mmmmhmmm. And The Beatles" Now she wants to get dressed again, but first to be born out of foam and stop smelling outlandish. Skinny from eating too much yogurt, Ilsebill weeps in the shower.
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Hirsute Honey Furry baby in her suit of down Hirsute honey in her downy suit Darling, downy, dolly, how daintily she dallies; daily. Down the downs she dances her dance. I see her and I glance her my glance. Downy dolly, daring the drizzle. Hirsute bedewed. Yo! Her suit be cool, dude! Hirsute honey; Her honey heating in her hollow. (oo-woah-oo-woah!) Hankering for fuzzy baby's honey. (Ding! Ding!) Hankering for my honey's fuzzy. My hirsute honey's fuzzy hollow. Her heated honey hearkening me home. Yo, hirsute be cool. I gotta get home to my fuzzy baby; her heated dewy hollow; My fuzzy wuzzy home.
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Youze Gurlz 02:06
Youze Gurlz I could have many things to do But I was thinking of you! Youze gurlz Youze gurlz Youze gurlz have been used Youze gurlz used me Youze gurlz Youze gurlz used me until you bruised me Now I can’t see so good. I can’t see so good like I fancy I used to. Youze gurlz are all used up! Ya boozed it up And ya chewed it up ‘n’ I thought you might bite it off now it’s soft. Now there’s nothing to hold me aloft. I’m a desperate little shit, huh? Not me, no way, no how I’ve been through this too many times before… Now there’s nothing to hold me aloft. I’m a desperate little shit, huh? No suh!
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Snuggle Up 01:25
Snuggle Up My mother's breasts were large and white. MmmHmm—snuggle up. Threaten with stuttering and complexes if they should be withheld. Don't just whine. Men don't give suck. Men dream of the third breast. Men envy the suckling babe and always miss something. Our bearded breastlings who provide for us with their tax payments smack their lips between appointments and comfort themselves with cigarettes. After forty men should start being suckled again publicly and for a fee until they are sated and wishless and stop having to cry in the john— all alone. Shame shame shame.
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Well You Needn't You said that you would but you didn't You said that you could but you couldn't Then you told me you had but you hadn't Well you needn't Well you needn't You said you would You said you would You said you could You said you could And well you should It would be good bu you did not because you can't so I won't ask you again You said that you would but you didn't You said that you could but you couldn't Then you told me you had but you hadn't Well you needn't Well you needn't Well you needn't Well you needn't Well you needn't
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Broken Glass Promenade Broken glass in minute slivers. Broken glass four inches deep. Broken glass in minute slivers. I wish I wasn’t wearing my sandals.
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Go Away a Little Closer Broken glass in minute slivers.
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Hurry Up and Wait Fingernail on the Blackboard! Beer bottles Breaking! Somebody farted on the bus (and it’s a long way to your stop). Broken glass in minute slivers.
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Let's Make a Baby Oooh, baby, Let's make a baby. Buh-buh baby-- Let's make a baby. Eat codfish soup. Flush the pills away. Let's Make Love. Let's make a baby. Your feeling penetrates mine-- in hard thrusts. We work doubly. And well. Codfish eyes float white and signify happiness. Let's make a baby! Let's make a baby. Let's make a baby. LET'S MAKE A BABY! Ohhh, baby. Let's make a baby. Buh-buh baby-- Let's make a baby. Eat codfish soup. Flush the pills away. Let's Make Love. LET'S MAKE A BABY!
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Running Away From Frankenstein This is just like my dream. We were here and ready to play. I look over at our guitar player, the very able Alex Skolnick. many of you know him for his shredding axe-man-ship with the legendary Heavy Metal Band, Testament, But tonight something’s seems off with Alex. His complexion, ashen, His head looks kinda angular. As if he is transforming before our very eyes into Frankenstein. Alex! Legendary guitarist with Testament! Are you all right? How do you feel? "I don't want to alarm everyone but I do feel a bit stray-yay-hay-yay-yange... My arms and legs feel stiff and I want to bellow in anguish of rage and loneliness" "Rrrrehhhrrr!" (made not born) "Rrrrehhhrrr!" (horribly malformed) "Rrrrehhhrrr!" (but live and let live) "Rrrrehhhrrr!" ("even he may have something to give") Frankenstein see pretty little girl by side of the water she pluck the flower petals and throw them in the water Frankenstein sees the beauty the little girl sees the flower petals floating on the shimmering sparkly water "Rrrrehhhrrr!" ("He's misunderstood") "Rrrrehhhrrr!" ("He's sensitive and that's good.") "Pretty little girl see Frankenstein by side of the water." "Frankenstein pluck her and see if pieces float pretty like petals in the water" Pretty little girl make shrill noise ("eeeeeeeee!") and leaked red pretty as the petals on the shimmering sparkly water "Rrrrehhhrrr!" You better run away from Frankenstein he's deadly even while he's trying to be kind You better run away from Frankenstein now that he's angry it's terrifying "it's really sad but I guess he's just bad!" "Frankenstein see you feelings he wish to express and I want to bellow in anguish of rage and loneliness RRrrrrrreehhhhhhrrrrrr!! Frankenstein will catch you and share this." (that's why) I'm running away from Frankenstein he thinks he is a friend of mine a plaintive look upon his face "FLEE HIS DEADLY EMBRACE!" "I am your friend. Friend-- good." "FRIEND-- GOOD !" "Have a drink." "DRINK! GOO-OO-OOD." "Enjoy a smoke." "SMO-O-OKE ! GOO-OO-OO-OOD!" FRIEND ? FRIEND ? DEAD ! SMOKE? DRINK? FRIEND ? Rrrrehhhrrr!" "I'm running away from Frankenstein he lumbers so stiffly compared to him, I'm flyin' I'm running away from Frankenstein it's easy to elude him I'm hardly tryin' --need to pee --can't find uh W.C. so I unzip in an alley dropped muh guard with my stick in my hand but I hear a "Rrrrehhhrrr!" Y'gotta admit he's the man.
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Billie's Vamp Phase When I took up with Billie in 1990 She was a curly-blond law student Voluptuously rounded. Sometimes hard-working Sometimes moodily lazy. We considered ourselves engaged. Then she suddenly (and deliberately) turned Vamp While casually preparing for her exams She drained and dropped at least a dozen men. What do you really want? Can't you make up your mind? How many wishes have you got left? So quick as a flash because I thought it would help I made her a child. but the kid was in the way and got turned over to her grandparents. Quick as a flash. Motherhood nauseated Sybelle. Her vamp phase was petering out. She lost weight. She began to look like a skinny old maid. She wouldn't let me or anyone else near her just talked about existentialism that kind of thing but once she mad her decision I'm different'n'that's that. She let me in now and then. We got along much better than before, (You’ve got to expect these contradictions.) We used to visit the monkeys and the seals once a month at the zoo. We looked (in photos), like “real” parents, a little family.
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Dr. Affectionate What's wrong? Something missing? Your breath down my neck. Something that sucks chews licks. The calves tongue. The mouse's teeth. A desire is going around the world for mumbled words that yield no meaning. Children lisp it, and so do old men all alone under the covers with their thumbs. and questioned now, your skin shrinks away from the test: modesty, which in the darkness (when company was gone) was not cast off. Someone is called Dr. Affectionate and he still lives in forbidden concealment. Exact science classifies what's missing as caress units, for which thus far no substitute has been found.
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The Butterball and her Husband I'll tell you a story to put you to sleep.   There once was a butterball.   Her name was--   Hey  what was her name?   Illsebill She had a man and his name was Max. She sat home all the time  painting her nails with green polish.   He always went fishing on weekends   And while Max fished and fished his butterball wife painted her fingernails green. Then she'd lie all-alone in her piss pot wishing this, that, and some other guy into her bed. So one afternoon while Max was fishing a flounder bit. That's a flatfish His pop-eyes are out of line with his blubbery mouth. He happens in a fairy tale so naturally he could talk and he sez to Max   "Set me free and you can make a wish." So Max took the flounder off the hook. Threw him back into the sea with a splash and said "O, flounder. My Illsebill is a cuddly little wife all she wants to do is kiss and cuddle. Fuck and be fucked. By this one and that one and that one and this one. With me she's never satisfied She always wants to be boned by some guy that's not me. She thinks my stinkhorn stinks. What should I do?  O- o- o- what should I do?" "So what kind of guy does she want to do it with?" asked the flounder giving him a crooked look from the water   "Well a fire chief in uniform for instance said the fisherman looking over the smooth sea.   "You're a fire chief already with braid and buttons said the flounder and dove under So Max in uniform climbed into bed   with his Illsebill and fucked her so hard that his buttons popped. And he kept it up until Illsebill had enough of the fire chief and her legs went stiff and she started to fidget and moan. "O if only I could have a judge in there." So then Max called the flounder out of the slightly ruffled sea and the flounder turned Max into a judge with robes and horn-rimmed glasses. And when Illsebill was fed up with his stinkhorn and wanted an extra neurotic anarchist between the sheets. The flounder put Max the terrorist into her bed, stocking mask, ticking bomb, and all. By that time the sea was making little short-winded waves. That was a success for an entire week because Illsebill found this character "terribly interesting" But when she finally realized that even anarchists have only two balls she said "What's so remarkable about him? (I'd like to know.) Right in the middle he starts talking shooting his mouth off about politics. What I want now is a stinking rich bank president Just to tide me over while I'm shaking off the habit." So with the wind blowing at gale force five Max called the flounder, And the flounder made him a bank president, And he pulled up in a silver blue Mercedes. The bank president's hair was graying all over, even around his cock. So when Illsebill in her cuddlesome way had finished off capitalism She wanted after only a brief interval to be screwed by a wiry rock star and she wanted all the video cameras shooting--   and bright lights. "Looks to me like your Illsebill will never get her hole full.   It's always more and more."   While the cameras hummed he performed terrific disrobe-bite-fuck scenes with fade-ins of similar scenes from other films. But when Illsebill had milked him so dry "he was really comical" She wanted still more and cried out "Now I want an orchestra conductor with his baton in there! Yaw-ho-o-Oh! Yaw-ho-o-Oh! Yaw-ho-o-Oh! Yaw-ho-o-Oh!" So leaning against the hurricane Max called the flounder who heaved a sigh but turned him one two three into a top flight maestro who could conduct anything under the a sun with out a score. But after three encores Illsebill had finished him off, too. "Always interpreters Never an original creator Everything second hand. Now I want old Beethoven to fiddle me– – front and back!" "Enough is enough! Now she's going too far! Hands off our classics! From now on and forever more, like it or not she'll have to do with her Max every Saturday after fishing "Awww! Look at the butterball She's a-sleep."

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Broken Glass Promenade walks through vast territories employing methods of travel as varied as the colorful points it passes. Toe-tapping pop, defiant, dystopian, and yet somehow life-affirming death-math-prog-rock, Jazz, Blues, garage-style punk rock, and classical music, are among the methods of locomotion employed.

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released July 16, 2014

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The StiKman with a stellar cast:

Alex Skolnick, David Immerglück, Carla Kihlstedt, Wally Scharold, Rob Reich, Jim Bogois, That One Guy (Mike Silverman), James Whiton, Will Bernard, Dave Shamrock, Dan Rathbun, Amy X Neuberg, Dominique Persii, Ralph Carney, Andy Borger, Darling Freakhead, Matt Van Der Ende, Toby Hawkins, Robin Reynolds, Stacey Barton, Lisa Robertson, Nicolas Dobson, Craig Dukes, Jojo Razor, John Brooks, Billy Herman, Rebecca Seeman, Amy Tobin, Val Esway, Sharon Hirata, Matt Embrie, Igor, Emma Rosenthal, Salane Schultz, Rebecca Seeman, Cynthia Taylor, Rance Fellows-Mannion, Peter Josheff, Sheila Bosco, Micaela Superstar, Tom Pope, Dave Yoost, Bill Barnes, Ted Ballantine, Karina Eff, Dan MaCassy, Kim Fennel, Clare Hedin, John Weeks
Gabrielle Curry, Bobby Madness, SuzieQ Sharky
Special Thanks: Ralph Cooksey-Talbott, Kristen Fairfield, Jenya Chernoff, Howard Penner, Ayelet Donner, Emil Sempf

Art Director: The StiKman
Art and Graphics: JoJo Razor

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The StiKman sounds contemporary as the day after tomorrow, iconic as if written into your DNA before history began, and quaint as your grandpa’s favorite song. He is the missing link between Zappa and Beefheart, and the bridge from Charles Ives to Burl Ives. ... more

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