KICK UP THE DIGITAL DUST

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Recorded over 3 years in New York City

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released 08 March 2015

All Lyrics and Lead Vocals: John Q. Gruber
All songs composed by Jamie Muffett except “Just What The Party Needs” by Scott Jacoby & “Baby Bump?” by Scott Jacoby and Alex Bilowitz

Track #2: Bass and Keys by Terry Solomon and guitar by William Ryan**
Track #5: Harmony vocals by Ben Wise
Track #8: Trumpet by Brendan Ryan
Mixing by Jamie Muffett except where indicated * by Scott Jacoby
Mastered by Scott Jacoby
Artwork: Josh Siegel

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John Q. Gruber (aka “Knock ‘Em Alive”) will be forever indebted to music. He writes and records songs as a form of pay-back (with interest), hoping to add to the long-term value of the vault. Nothing loaned him more inspiration than New York City between the years 1977 to 1984. It was gritty, grimy and explosively-charged. These were the times of a near-bankrupt city, the reign of Th ... more

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Track Name: A NATIONAL TRAGEDY
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VERSE 1:
Renouncing highbrow opinions
Fuels his engines
Makes his mother livid
And ruins her well crafted image

Cause Stanley joined the family business
Quit within a minute
Dusted off his vintage Gibson
Now he sings in bars on the fringes

CHORUS:
They're calling it a national tragedy
They're calling it a national tragedy
Without a hint of any irony
They're calling it a national tragedy

VERSE 2:
Against his fathers wishes
He ditches fixing glitches
Instead he washes dishes
His brothers and sisters think he's twisted

But he's never been to prison
Or had a drug addition
On the microphone he's still spittin'
Yet to regret his decision

CHORUS:
They're calling it a national tragedy
They're calling it a national tragedy
Without a hint of any irony
They're calling it a national tragedy
Track Name: JUST WHAT THE PARTY NEEDS
INTRO:
Golf Clap, Soul Clap, Golf Clap, Soul Clap

VERSE 1:
It doesn't have to be any louder than that
Or it will fall flat
On deaf ears
Lets be clear
If you get a Bronx Cheer
Than you should disappear
Settle down and blend into the crowd
Like the sun
When it comes from behind the clouds

CHORUS:
Everyone here agrees
You're just what the party needs
Smooth and cool as can be
Just what the party needs

VERSE 2:
Now that you've got it all down pat
We'll roll out the welcome mat
If you're even keeled
You can ride the cyclone like it was the wonder wheel
Then you can teach other people how to keep it real

CHORUS:
Everyone here agrees
You're just what the party needs
Smooth and cool as can be
Just what the party needs
Track Name: SYNTHETIC TRANSCENDENCE
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Organized Religion vs. Technological SIngularity (Just Who Do We Believe?)
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INTRO 1:
Yesterdays giant leaps
Are today's bell-shaped curve beliefs
Like when Mary got down on her knees
Used her hair to dry the carpenter's feet
But the elite, the poor and the weak
They dare not speak, yet they're arguing
None of us are sure how to proceed

VERSE 1:
I'd love to be Einstein smart
But having a hard drive heart
I think that's going too far
Who's gonna drink with me at the dive bars
If we can reboot, restart
Reboot, restart
Who's gonna drink with me at the dive bars
If we can reboot, restart
When we don't like who we are
I'm not sure, I concur

CHORUS:
A blessing or sin
Synthetic transcendence
What I'm saying and suggesting
Is I'm not sure, what I believe in
What I believe in, What I believe in


INTRO 2:
Some stories sound too contrived
Like the old man living in the sky
Its no wonder that I kicked and cried
On the day I was baptized
It was nothing like they advertised
Can you blame a guy for giving another method a try
BRIDGE:
The debate raged from dawn to dark
Sure I'd like my smile to be a thousand watts
But we'll have Bar codes instead of birth marks


VERSE 2:
Replaceable organs and parts
We won't need hospitals only repair shops
Someone call the consciousness cops
My wires are already in knots
And my nerves are completely shot


CHORUS:
A blessing or sin
Synthetic transcendence
What I'm saying and suggesting
Is I'm not sure, what I believe in
What I believe in, What I believe in
Track Name: COUNTRY MUSIC COMING FROM HARLEM
VERSE 1:
You read the Cliff Notes version of the Bible
Join the marathon at the 25th mile
We all have our savior on speed dial
But you gotta do the work yourself every once in a while

CHORUS:
Cause adversity, she's a darling
Easy Street I beg your pardon
To you that sounds as foreign
As country music coming from Harlem

VERSE 2:
You'll take the keys to the castle
As long as it does come with any hassle
If its not smooth sailing then brother, you're bailing
You wanna get high without even inhaling

CHORUS:
Cause adversity, she's a darling
Easy Street I beg your pardon
To you that sounds as foreign
As country music coming from Harlem

OUTRO:
It takes more than praying down on your knees
You gotta get up everyday and roll up your sleeves
Track Name: STREET ART PREACHER
VERSE 1:
I make the sign of the cross
As I toss my thoughts about the culture wars
Up on to Brooklyn brick walls
You call...
My gospel aerosol
An eye sour
You're so appauled
But this is my church not yours

VERSE 2:
Scriptures and slogans
Commandments like Moses
By my words are never loaded
And I can show it
With graphics for every demographic
I'm a catchphrase bandit
My bombs have landed on water tower canvases

CHORUS:
I'm hitting up the heavens
Its the last person, that you were expecting
To hit up the heavens

VERSE 3:
I'm a street art preacher
With everyday seekers
Like John, Paul and Peter
But your far from a believer
So, I take it deeper.....
I started tagging planets
With spray paint cannons
In every color that you can image
My impact is hard to fathom

CHORUS:
I'm hitting up the heavens
Its the last person, that you were expecting
To hit up the heavens
Track Name: MISS OUT SYNDROME
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VERSE 1:

When my schedule was checked by the inspector general
They called me a hoodlum, a rebel, the devil
Just for spite, I took it to a whole other level

So they slapped a warning sticker on my chest
Made me undergo a battery of test
And they tied up my ankles and my wrists.

But that was a band aide approach
I slipped out of the ropes
And continued with all my plans, dreams and hopes.

CHORUS:
I follow the wind, when its twisting
Run after the thunder in the distance
Or I get server bouts of Miss Out Syndrome
I get server bouts

VERSE 2:
I know it can't be good for me either
When the Saturday Night Fevers
Turn into full blown seizures

"cause I'm double booked, triple booked most nights
And expert told me I'd mellow with time
If and when I do, you can read me my last rites

CHORUS:
I follow the wind, when its twisting
Run after the thunder in the distance
Or I get server bouts of Miss Out Syndrome
I get server bouts
Track Name: (I KICKED UP THE) DIGITAL DUST
VERSE 1:
We descended from inner city and suburban country club
To get our bells rung
By the unhinged sun and the moon when it bumps
Into a pile of junk
a data dump
Full of binary bites
Bit and chucks
In lump sums
We put them under our tongues
Within a month
Look what I’ve become
An addict on the hunt
For another bump

CHORUS:
So, I kicked the digital dust

VERSE 2:
A peaceful monk
A polarizing monk
My enemies my love ones
Just about everyone
Wanted some
In their blood, in their lung
You can’t me among
Those who had their stomach’s pumped
Within a month
Look what I’ve become
An addict on the hunt
For another bump

Binary Bits, Bits and Chucks
Give me the morsels
Give me the crumbs

CHORUS:
So, I kicked the digital dust
It was just about enough to get me buzzed
I kicked up the digital dust