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.

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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

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"Zip Code of the Moon"
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10369824&q=lo&newref=1

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"Hey, Mr. D.J."
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10377828&q=lo&newref=1

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"3-D OD"
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10383985&q=lo&newref=1

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

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L y r i c s



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.


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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.

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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.



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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."


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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.

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