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the SLEEPYHEADS

(don't let our) TUNELESS MOANING (go to waste)
		01 addiction(3:00) 02 can’t go to church (1:42) 03 dead poet (1:26) 04 excitement calls (2:56) 05 i’m not good enough (2:27) 06 janitor fate (1:37) 07 man who wasn’t there, the (2:28) 08 monotone melody (3:45) 09 mystery plucker (2:56) 10 nature (love is like) (2:52) 11 positive for negative (1:55) 12 rescued (2:43) 13 tuneless moaning (4:11) 14 underdogs of sunshine (2:45)
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"(DON'T LET OUR) TUNELESS MOANING (GO TO WASTE)" (2006): This is a true D.I.Y. album. Recorded in bedrooms and living rooms (or "garage") with minimum equipment, the Sleepyheads are attempting an album that would mix the Shaggs' "Philosophy of the World", the Velvet Underground's "Loaded", the Modern Lovers' debut album, Half Man Half Biscuit's "Back in the DHSS" (not to mention the 1960s/70s Filipino singer PEREGRINE's Richman-like heartache songs and his bubble-garage rock like trebly band, The Blinkers). Meaning: Raw, amateurish, nerdy, dark, funny and poppy! All songs are sang in "bootleg English" (Jayvee: "These are FILIPINO songs sang in Rock and Roll English, not American/British songs merely TRANSLATED by sell-out groups in Gutter Tagalog !"). They want to make foreign, as well as Filipino local (and provincial, who don't speak Tagalog), listeners UNDERSTAND and appreciate the Sleepyheads."Bootleg English" is their ticket to the GLOBALIZATION AS GARAGE-ROCK PHENOMENON (!), whatever you make of that. Song topics range from media "Addiction", to "Can't Go To Church" Catholic Guilt, to "Dead Poet" modern world disillusion, to "I'm Not Good Enough" rejection, to "Janitor Fate" reverse-career rebellion, to that Metro Manila street beggar "Mystery Plucker" blues sound. The MAXIMALIST artwork is a painting of estemeed New Filipino Modern artist LOUIE CORDERO. Get this: Maximalist Painting on the outside, Minimalist Music on the inside! Pressed on a mere 1,000 copies without Major Record Label support or Payola Publicity, the band "toured" various local clubs and sold the album after shows. Line-up on the album includes the brilliant Marvin Justo on "rusty clean-tone" guitar; Erick on (sometimes) one-string bass; and Jayvee on stand-up, three-piece drum kit and vocals. The great local Modern Art pioneer and University of the Philippines professor-artist CHABET (who was also the Cultural Center of the Philippines' first curator) LOVED the album, seeing DADAIST touches in the band's cut-up lyrics, calling its minimalisms "dressed down rock" and its songwriters "geniuses" (ahem!).
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ADDICTION SOME HAVE DRUGS SOME HAVE SEX WHATEVER FORM YOU’LL CRAVE FOR THE NEXT GIVES YOU THIRST FOR ENDLESS DRINK AND HUNGER FINDS IT HARD TO THINK ADDICTION, ADDICTION ADDICTION, ADDICTION AND THEY INVENTED ENTERTAINMENT FOR LIVES DEVOID OF PURE EXCITEMENT BUT BOREDOM NOW IS AN AFFLICTION MADE ENTERTAINMENT AN ADDICTION I’LL FALL WITH YOU BUT YET IT’S TRUE YOUR PLEASURE IT HAS PULLED ME THROUGH IN MANY WAYS WE ALL ARE USERS THIS LIFE IS PAIN AND IT’S THE PUSHER CANT GO TO CHURCH HYPNOTIZED BY HEDONISM DOING NOTHING JUST TRIPPING AND GOING OUT JUST SHOPPING-MALLING FINDING BIBLE-BEARERS BORING CAN’T GO TO CHURCH MY CONSCIENCE HURTS CAN’T GO TO CHURCH MY SOUL’S LOSING WORTH PORNOGRAPHY IS ALL I’M THINKING IT’S IN MY PLAYER JUST PLAYING GOT ME A WOMAN BUT WHAT I’M THINKING SEEING CLEAVAGE-PEEPER GIRLS A-FLIRTING DEAD POET I SEE MAGICIANS PUSHING BUTTONS BREATHING NATURE STRUGGLING IN CEMENT PLASTIC FLOWERS LASTING LONGER THAN LOVE AND NEON LIGHTS BLIND TO POETRY THE WORLD’S SO BRIGHT BUT I CAN’T SEE WHERE’S MY EYEGLASS FOR POETRY? QUAINT ROMANCE I WANT TO BE YOUR POET VANDALISM SITS ON LOVERS LANE MAKE-UP GIRLS DEFYING ANCIENT LOVE ANGRY CARS OUTSHOUT MY SERENADES BILLBOARD BLOCKS A WINDOW CRYING FOR THE MOON EXCITEMENT CALLS REALITY PUTS MY DREAMS TO SLEEP AND FRUSTRATION DRAINS MY ENERGY BOREDOM MAKESME SWEAT FOR ACTION AND I REALLY PITY ME I WANNA MOVE I WANNA ROLL NOTHING TO DO NOTHING AT ALL I WANNA MOVE, I WANNA ROLL CAUSE EXCITEMENT CALLS RADIO BLARES MONOTONY TV SET IS A SLEEPING PILL WISH IT WAS THE 1950’S WHEN THE WORLD WAS RIPE FOR LOTS OF THRILLS TECHNOLOGY A DESERT SPROUTING NOTHING NEW BRING FERTILITY INTO MY LIFE ROCK AND ROLL IS DEAD BUT WE’RE STILL ALIVE I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH BABY BABY GOT A CRUSH ON YOU YOU CLEANSE YOUR FACE TO MAKE IT LOOK BRAND NEW BUT THEN YOU TELL ME THAT YOU DON’T LIKE ME YOU SAY I’M AWKWARD AND I LOOK UGLY IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU BABY BABY I REALLY LIKE YOUR STYLE BUT CLOTHES YOU WEAR LEAVE ME BEHIND FOR A MILE YOU’RE FAST IN FASHION SO I FEEL KINDA SAD I TRY TO LOOK GOOD, BUT I STILL LOOK BAD BABY BABY I KNOW YOU’RE SO STRONG I WALK BESIDE YOU BUT I FEEL IT’S WRONG YOU MAKE ME FEEL JUST LIKE A WALKING STICK THAT YOU CAN BREAK CAUSE ANYWAY I’M WEAK JANITOR FATE WOKE UP LATE ACADEMIA I HATE I PREFER A JANITOR FATE DON’T WANT TO WORRY BOSSY RESPONSIBILITY I’LL JUST CLEAN BUILDINGS I’M SITTING PRETTY WITH MY JANITOR FATE I’M SITTING PRETTY I’M A JANITOR EARN A FEW BUCKS TOILETS COULD SUCK MORE LUCKY THAN BOSSY I NEVER WORRY TALK ABOUT RETRENCHMENT I’M A WILLING GARBAGE MAN NOT A LONG-SLEEVES WORRIER IF I LOSE MY JOB MAN WHO WASN’T THERE, the I LOVED YOU AT SCHOOL I WAS YOUR OPEN-MOUTHED FOOL I NEVER ASKED WHY YOU GO STEADY WITH OTHER GUYS I’M THE MAN WHO WASN’T THERE YOU WALK WITH HIM I ONLY STARE ALL MY LIFE I WANTED YOU ACHIEVE SUCCESS IN MUSIC TOO GUESS MY FACTOR’S LETTER Z ROMANCE AND RADIO IGNORED ME I’M THE MAN WHO WASN’T THERE YOU’RE ALL IN PARTIES I’M NOWHERE MONOTONE MELODY THE DAY WAKES ME TO SLEEP OBLIGATION BREAKFAST IS SERVED O GOD I THINK I’M GONNA FLIP I NEED A BREAK FROM DRONING WORK MONOTONE MELODY DON’T MAKE ME ROBOT DANCE FOR THEE CUSTOMERS ALWAYS RIGHT WITH BUSINESS, PLEASURE DISAPPEARS GO HOME, IT’S ALWAYS TUESDAY NIGHT WHICH MEANS MY FRIDAY’S NOT TOO NEAR MONOTONE MELODY BOREDOM SWEATS IN YOUR PARTY MYSTERY PLUCKER CENTER-STAGE ON THE SIDE PICKING STRINGS IN SILENT STANCE ON A HUMBLE GUITAR MAKE AVANT GARDE UNDERSTAND THE MYSTERY PLUCKER DRONING TONES BECOME SUMMER MYSTERY PLUCKER JANGLING TENDER THUNDER OPENING EARS WHEN ATONALITY HEARS MAKE THE MONOTONE SOUND LIKE THE LOST CHORD WAS FOUND NATURE (love is like) JUST THREE MONTHS OF SUMMER HERE COMES THE RAIN LIKE WHEN I’M HAPPY I’D SUDDENLY FEEL PAIN I SEE THE SUN SHINE IN MY HORIZON BUT TOMORROW IT’S DARK, BRINGS DESPERATION THE WIND BLOWS STRONG, YOUR NAME IS THE SOUND BUT I’M BLOWN BY IT STRAIGHT TO THE GROUND OH LOVE IS LIKE NATURE GOOD WEATHER DOESN’T ALWAYS STAY I MUST BE STRONG FOR THINGS THAT COME MY WAY THINGS HAVE CHANGED SINCE YOU LEFT ME THE OTHER DAY NOW I DON’T SEE CLEAR SKIES ON LOVERS LANE AND YOUR SUNNY HEART THAT GAVE ME LOVE SO WARM GOT COVERED BY CLOUDS NOW IT’S DOING ME HARM ENDLESS TEARS FROM ABOVE MAKE MY FLOWERS DROWN WHILE THE GRAVITY OF GLOOM PULLS THEM DOWN OH LOVE IS LIKE NATURE… POSITIVE FOR NEGATIVE SO DIM I SEE MY VISION GETTING NOWHERE AS A PERSON NEGATIVITY GETS BORING EVEN SADNESS HATES THIS FEELING POSITIVE FOR NEGATIVE PLEASE BE MINE POSITIVE FOR NEGEATIVE MAKE ME FINE POSITIVE FOR NEGATIVE BE MY SUNSHINE HEAVY PROBLEMS DISTORT GUITAR MY TUNES ARE NEVER GOING FAR PEOPLE LEAVE ME ALL ALONE CAN’T GIVE THEM SMILES I’M MADE OF STONE RESCUED I ONCE WAS SO ALONE FELT SO THIN LIKE A BONE WALKED WITH MY HEAD DOWN SEA OF TEARS REFLECT A FROWN AND WHEN I LOOK AT THE MOON I REMEMBER IT STARTS TO RAIN IN TUNE BUT OUT OF NO WHERE YOU CAME SUDDENLY THINGS ARE NOT THE SAME JUST WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS TOO LATE GIRL YOU RESCUED ME FROM THIS MISERABLE STATE HAPPINESS WAS SO OBSCURE WHAT IT MEANT I WASN’T SURE ALWAYS SAD AND ALWAYS GRAY BUT TO SMILE THERE’S NO WAY AND WHEN I LOOK AT THE SUN I CANNOT ASSOCIATE IT WITH FUN BUT OUT OF NOWHERE YOU CAME SUDDENLY THINGS ARE NOT THE SAME TUNELESS MOANING YOUR NOSE IS RUNNING BEING CHASED BY CRYING YOU’RE SINGING NASAL HAPPINESS REFUSAL TUNELESS MOANING MOANING IS TUNELESS TUNELESS MOANING STOP YOUR CRYING BABE YOU’RE NOT A LOSER THOSE SONGS ARE LYING ‘CAUSE BABE YOU ARE NOT DYING YOUR CHOICE IS DUAL CHOOSE LIFE RENEWAL THE FANGS OF ANGST THE LURE OF DARKNESS SOME PUNKS AND DRUNKS ARE COURTING MADNESS! UNDERDOGS OF SUNSHINE BEACH-BOY FUN ON PUBLIC POOLS PEASANT WAGES BUYING COOL TRICYCLES FOR CADILLACS THIRD-WORLD CHAMPIONS WISH US LUCK WE’RE THE UNDERDOGS OF SUNSHINE ON CARDBOARD WINGS WE FLY WE’RE THE UNDERDOGS OF SUNSHINE WE’RE CONTENT AND FEELING FINE INVENTED COPIES, BOOTLEG ENGLISH FLINSTONE RIGHTS IT MAKES US ELVIS ETHNIC FACES ROCK AND ROLL AIRPLANE NATIVES CRABS DON’T CALL