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Traveller's Song
When you're thinkin' about all
the things in your life you've got figured out
It's not as easy as it sounds, no doubt, my friend It takes
a while to comprehend If you think we're all free, think twice
More often, we're naughty not nice The wrong men are always
healed by the flying wind So if the door is open, walk on
in It takes a while to comprehend, but in the end you'll see
it's not all about you and me. It's about the whole world,
You'll see.
If you've got a guitar, or a
cheap red car You better put it in drive, and see how far
You'll go, 'cause it ain't so hard, to make a wish on
a shooting star.
We're lockin' the door and throwing away the key, the subject
is the one that matters most to me. And I'm afraid to say
that we might be headed for a judgment day. It takes a while
to comprehend, but in the end you'll see it's not all about
you and me. It's about the whole world, You'll see.
Lori
Well I know a girl And her name is Lori and
She told me this little story
She would like for me to listen so very well She said,
"I've took a look at this big world,
and noticed that its changing.
Not for better but for the worst and deep inside this really
hurts
But then I took a look at the big blue sky
And noticed all the clouds were passing
by
I would be very most obliged it you could maybe just
catch one glance?
But I don't think it matters much anyway, to you? No,
no no no no no
Well this is a song please do sing along And
if you choose to listen
There'll be laughing and some singing Well I hope it's a time
that you won't be missin'
You take a walk around the block and smoke your cigarette!
Maybe even hit the bottle you just might regret
But I don't think it matters much anyway,
to you No, no no no no no
Kickin' The Can
Sister Mary, she made some deals
She's been talking to the devil in her high heels Mississippi
night, you know it's always a thrill But you should've stayed
at home like a good little girl Na Na, Na NaNA NaAAAA NA
So she waited outside in the
pouring rain Took a look at her life and started going insane
Devil come up started humming a tune and said, "you'd
better learn it baby cause your comin' down here soon"
Na Na, Na NaNA
Nothing's been going my way Even
driving down that open highway
The sun's in my eyes It's no surprise
Freedom
Smoke a rock, Smoke a rock of Freedom
It's free
Don't drop the pipe, Don't drop the pipe of Freedom It's free
Smoke a rock, Don't drop the pipe Of Freedom
Cigarette Song
I got an everlasting pack of
cigarettes.
I put 'em in my pocket I got an everlasting will to
never quit
I went to an acupuncture therapist She put 'em in my pocket
I went to a hypnotist He put
'em in my pocket I got an everlasting pack of cigarettes I
put 'em in my pocket I got an everlasting will to never quit
I put 'em in my pocket And everybody's tellin' me I better
quit. I put 'em in my pocket My little sister's tellin' me
it smells like shit I put 'em in my pocket
Green Lighter
The girl with the Green Lighter
She lit my stick last night
The girl with the Green Lighter
Brighter that the stars in the sky
The girl with the Green Lighter
No Idea
I just crashed my car into a
tree Could you help me, young lady You were driving past in
a purple car Would you help me, young lady? I got no idea.
I got a broken back, and my skull is cracked Could you help
me, young lady? So she took my hand, she said, "your
my man could you help me?" I got no idea, yeah.
And we drove her car under the
shooting stars. That young lady and me. Then she fell asleep
in the driver's seat. That young lady drove me crazy. I got
no idea. So I grabbed the wheel, and the tires peeled. She
said, "save me" but she drove me crazy.
I tried to swerve away but it was way too late. For that lady.
I had No Idea.
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Poster Boys was
recorded and mixed by Kerry Kelekovich between June 2007 and January
2008 at Lilypad
Backing vocals
on Lori by Cath Carroll.
Additional guitar on Traveller's Song by KK.
Music and lyrics
used by permission
All songs by
WWR © 2008 Enger & Blythe
Sneak Peak / Superclammy, Ltd. Publishing ASCAP
Sound recordings
© 2008 Lilypad Records/Superclammy, Ltd. All Rights
Reserved
Made in the USA
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Released April 22, 2008 Lilypad Records
168
LINER NOTES
On the day I heard worldwideriot
perform “Freedom”, I felt 18 again, except
without the misery. Not a feeling to be dismissed or forgotten.
Next came “Kicking The Can” and “Traveler’s
Song”. By then it was clear; the joy must be shared.
Kerry fired up the Lilypad Recordification Module, and
we bade Sean Blythe and Eric Enger
come over.
Kerry had been recording a band named
Hollus whose bass player, Sean, had a side project
with his friend, Eric. The twosome had been posting songs to their
MySpace page under the name of worldwideriot, a
name plucked from the teeming pages of Sean’s notebook. These
madcap gems were recorded directly to the condenser mic of their
laptop, under their kitchen table at 3 AM, while the rest of the
household went about their business.
The first songs we heard, “Green
Lighter” and “Freedom”, were exhilarating,
with just the right amount of out there-ness. As we heard more -
oh, delight and incredulity! - our thoughts turned to their sleep-deprived
neighbors on Milwaukee Avenue. Chicago. Did they hear what we heard?
Garage genius.
Their music is informed by an intelligence
that is self-aware rather than self-conscious, The Monkees
without the slapstick. Let us take the melodious and rocking heft
of The Guess Who, 13th Floor Elevators
and The Flamin' Groovies. Wrap them in a feather
boa, add a Huck Finn hat, push them down a long
flight of bouncy rubber stairs past The Ramones
and tell them to stand up when they see cornfields and nuclear stacks.
For then, they will be in Morris, Illinois, in
the year 2008. Their hometown. Eric (Iggysaurus Rex) is
local, Sean (neat freak), out of Texas. One sings and so
does the other. Reckless, moody, delirious, charming, both blessed
with keen sensibilities and rock’n’roll grace.
The sessions you hear on this debut
E.P. took place late June to Late October 2007,
and were recorded to tape for that Aulde Thyme analog sensation.
That’s real hiss you hear, the ‘Riot live in the red
zone. Their pacing was perfect, the tape flew off the reel just
as “Cigarette Song” ended and the results were
edited and mixed in Protools.
The band’s timeless garage sound
instantly connects with multiple generations. The spontaneity of
their recordings is infectious, always an exquisitely chosen, swaggering
drum part or a vocal refrain that’s just the right side of
wrong. But there is more. Rising mightily from the depths, a musicality
and knowingness that give the listener pause. There are enough talented
21 year olds go around in rock and roll, but they don’t always
have this heart and spirit.
There are a few key components for
a truly glorious American band: a divine male falsetto, a singing
drummer, the locomotion of MC5 and the style of
Roger Miller. An imagination unbound and the willingness
to follow it. We are very proud to bring you all that and more:
the first seven from worldwideriot, a very special
case. -Cath Carroll
© 2010 Lilypad Records / Superclammy,
Ltd.
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