Friday, March 11, 2011

Here's the online edition of Paul Iorio's new e.p., "ZIP CODE OF THE MOON," recorded in February 2011 at Paul's Home Studio in Berkeley, Calif. Below are MP3s, lyrics, etc: zip code of the moon * * paul iorio 1. (stop the) Beer Hall Putsch 2. Zip Code of the Moon 3. Hey, Mr. D.J. 4. 3-D OD 5. Blame It on the Reggae All tracks composed, performed and produced by Paul Iorio. Recorded at Paul's Home Studio in Berkeley, Calif., in February 2011. Copyright 2011. * * * * MP3s (just click each link below) "(Stop the) Beer Hall Putsch" http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10358784&q=lo&newref=1 * * * * "Zip Code of the Moon" http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10369824&q=lo&newref=1 * * * * "Hey, Mr. D.J." http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10377828&q=lo&newref=1 * * * * "3-D OD" http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10383985&q=lo&newref=1

* * * * "Blame It On the Reggae" http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10384307&q=lo&newref=1

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BEER HALL PUTSCH Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio Copyright 2011 They tell me what to draw And, baby, that ain't all They say that I can't drink I think that you can't think They've smashin' the beer hall Hall Hall (Stop the) Beer hall -- putsch! Beer hall -- putsch! Beer hall -- putsch! Beer hall -- putsch! We welcome them to town Then they push us around We let freedom sound They shut our paper down They've taken the beer hall Hall Hall (Stop the) Beer hall -- putsch! Beer hall -- putsch! Beer hall -- putsch! Beer hall -- putsch! Beer hall -- putsch! Beer hall -- putsch! Let a thousand flowers bloom But don't give weeds room Weeds that strangle flowers And start takin' over gardens (Stop the) Beer hall -- putsch! Beer hall -- putsch! Beer hall -- putsch! Beer hall -- putsch! Beer hall -- putsch! Beer hall -- putsch! NOTES ON "(stop the) BEER HALL PUTSCH": Sort of like Cobain meets the Kinks. I wrote this in January '11, though I came up with the main "beer hall" hook way back in '81 during a jam with my brother, who's also a musician. ____________________________ ZIP CODE OF THE MOON Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio Copyright 2011 Well, I was nearly hit by one of those clean, clear, refreshing trucks On my way to buy ground chuck and One of those Al Gore lightbulbs And wondering if fine wine goes to heaven when it dies I passed a globe out on Main Street The national borders look like fractures to me United States radio music I can hear it miles away even though you can find me in the zip code of the moon Find me in the zip code of the moon You can find me in the zip code of the moon I was born in hell in 1817 Died in heaven in 1853 What I did in between is between you and me Now I've come back to earth as easy as 1-2-7-9-3 I don't know what I've been told The streets of heaven are paved with potholes You can fence me in if you can find me You can find in the zip code of the moon Find me in the zip code of the moon You can find me in the zip code of the moon Well, I was born on the Nevada state line I know you think I'm probably lyin' But I've got proof 130 proof And I'm gonna shout it loud from every roof I passed a globe out on Main Street The national borders look like fractures to me United States radio music I can hear it miles away even though you can find me in the zip code of the moon Find me in the zip code of the moon You can find me in the zip code of the moon Find me in the zip code of the moon Find me in the zip code of the moon I can hear it miles away even though you can find me in the zip code of the moon NOTES ON "ZIP CODE OF THE MOON": Drunk countryfolk surrealism, I think. This one was inspired weeks ago when I saw a globe and thought that the national borders looked like fractures. ______________________________ HEY, MR. DJ Music and lyrics by Paul Copyright 2011 Hey, Mr. DJ Won't you play my song? Won't you sing along with my song? Hey, Ms. DJ Won't you play my song? Won't you sing along with my song? Grew up on FSO when there was something in the air Listened to Scelsa when Lennon was murdered there I cried that night, I swear When only the radio was there Hey, Mr. DJ Won't you play my song? Won't you sing along with my song? And then came indie rock, the PIX Penthouse Partay Meg-is-Me and NEW were my Murray the K The Ramones came to me that way Stuff they had the balls to play Hey, Mr. DJ Won't you play my song? Won't you sing along with my song? Today you hear the future on KALX, it sings Morning Becomes Eclectic and The Next Big Thing WFMU And KCRW, too Hey, Mr. DJ Won't you play my song? Won't you sing along with my song? Hey, Ms. DJ Won't you play my song? Won't you sing along with my song? Won't you sing along with my song? Won't you sing along with my song? NOTES ON "HEY, MR. D.J.": Probably should've been called "Hey Mr. (and Ms.) D.J." A sort of old-timey folk thing that evolved into a bit of a collage. Lyrics on the history of radio. _____________________________________ 3-D OD Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio Copyright 2011 I've OD'd on 3-D Wanna go back to 2-D Some films are best in 1-D Wish others were in none-D "The Godfather" ends no differently I've OD'd on 3-D I bought an IMAX 3-D DVD But the movie's just the same to me Those damned glasses are wrecking my eyes A traffic fine for crossing the line I told the cop the line was nowhere near me Patrolman said, "Boy, you've OD'd on 3D" "Transformers" is a lousy film In any kind of D The best movies are in 2-D Even "Avatar"'s the same to me I'm going back to my DVD Cause I've OD'd on 3-D I've OD'd on 3-D I wanna go back to 2-D Some films are best in 1-D I wish others were in none-D "L'Aventurra" ends no differently I've OD'd on 3-D NOTES ON "3-D OD": Inspired by The Normal's "TV OD," the Flight of the Conchords (who took a different angle on 3-D) and the Doors' "Love Me Two Times." ____________________________________ BLAME IT ON THE REGGAE Music and lyrics by Paul Iorio Copyright 2011 You can blame it on the boogie Or blame it on the reggae None dare call it reggae I'm consumed by the rasta My whole life is reggae I met a reggae mistress Down Montego Way She offered absolution In the house of primo Ganja in the garretts and the ghettos Amongst the rasta rapscallions In the slums of Old Trenchtown And in the ports of Ocho Rios They call me reggae meister When I'm with my reggae mistress And I'm always with my reggae mistress Reggae dispensation Or reggae insurrection Jah is my master Ganja is my teacher I get high and sassy About Haile Selassie If you go reggae waltzin' To a reggae bandolero I'm a ganja ranchero A rasta barcadero I live my life for reggae If you say bye to reggae You'll say goodbye to livin If you can call that livin' If you're livin' without reggae You can't get no reggae action I just can't get no reggae action NOTES ON "BLAME IT ON THE REGGAE": Kind of from the POV of a reggae fanatic, kind of satirizing both that POV and the whole "Blame It On..." subgenre.