Broken Glass Promenade

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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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Track Name: Demeter
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
Track Name: Deep Feelings
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.
Track Name: Hot Pink Life
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…
Track Name: Sophie
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?
Track Name: Oh Bad Daddy
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
Track Name: A Postcard from Calcutta
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.
Track Name: Like at the Movies
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.
Track Name: Hirsute Honey
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.
Track Name: Youze Gurlz
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!
Track Name: Snuggle Up
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.
Track Name: Well You Needn't
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
Track Name: Broken Glass Promenade
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.
Track Name: Go Away a Little Closer
Go Away a Little Closer

Broken glass in minute slivers.
Track Name: Hurry Up and Wait
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.
Track Name: Let's Make a Baby
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!
Track Name: Running Away From Frankenstein
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.
Track Name: Billie's Vamp Phase
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.
Track Name: Dr. Affectionate
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.
Track Name: The Butterball and her Husband
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."