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    Comes in a jewel case with complete lyrics for all of the original songs and full credits. (Includes permission from the Krishnamurti Foundation of America for use of the essay "The First and Last Freedom", recited by Davis Jones on "At Last I Am Free".) Artwork and photography by Davis Jones for Ear Candle Productions.

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Run Crab Run 04:53
When you give up on giving in Some people turn against you And there’s not much you can do When you speak your truth You find out who your friends are And who’s waiting to slap you down When a small-minded soul wants to be right Some one else has to be wrong How much effort will you make to win respect from People you just can’t respect One morning you’re going to get it at last One morning you’re going to see through everything One morning the sun will break the clouds apart So get ready for a bumpy ride ahead. One morning you might wake up And you’ll realize how unsatisfied you are One day you’re going to look around And tell yourself things don’t look as cut and dried One day you’ll see with new eyes And you’ll notice all the shades of gray you never saw before And that’s when it will hit you Just how gray everything around you has become One morning you’re going to get it at last One morning you’re going to see through everything One morning the sun will break the clouds apart So get ready for a bumpy ride ahead. Stupid chatter in the square Empty calories on the air Hey what’s that crawling down there Underneath the pedestal When the breakthroughs break your heart Reboot and then restart And you can’t go home again So you make home where you stand And your world is empty now And your eyes are open now You can take the first step now Jump out of the pot. Run crab run! © 2004 J Neo Marvin (BMI)
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Little Lord Fauntleroy Dressed like a cowboy Born in a bubble He’s a man of the people Got that look in his eyes Don’t let him improvise Give him a lollypop And tell him to shut up This is the last joke You will ever hear Nothing to be scared of Everything to fear Steely eyed rocket man Head in the quicksand Time for a photo-op Hoist up the backdrop Rally round the radio Smackdown sheep show Proud, stupid and confused Here come the transfer tubes The thugs bow down To the favorite son Bringing out the worst In everyone Chosen by a drunk god To drown us in the bathtub Fight against evil By killing lots of people Dopey little demigod Pseudo-patriotic pods Screw all this happy talk Time for the perp walk What will happen next When you all find out That’s not chocolate You’ve got in your mouth? © 2004 J Neo Marvin (BMI)
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Can you explain yourself? Can you justify your hate? Itemize your prejudices Clean them up and make them shine Assemble the shards…glue them together Call it a world view Someone might follow you And maybe if you’re lucky They’ll bring their friends around too Call it a party…call it a calling Tapping into that vacant goldmine. And if you were born on the other side You’d be lifting your sword for the other side 12th century fools holding 21st century tools This is the mosque, this is the temple The enemy’s inside, it’s all so simple Tortured, raped and killed for living on the wrong side of the hill But I digress…tell us all about your cause. Can you create a myth? Some heroes and some villains Treacheries, ancestral sins Buried in the distant past A secret pledge…a secret handshake Somebody’s got to pay They made you live this way Subhuman obstacles to a new and brighter day The time is now, and you know just how You’re a leader of men with a sacred vow And if you were born on the other side You’d be lifting your sword for the other side The more you lie the higher you can fly This is the church, this is the steeple Open up that door, slaughter all the people A nation moves as one and time moves backwards when you’re having fun. Are you proud of the history you are making When you look in the eyes of your victims Oh, it must make you feel something. © 1996 Undulant Rhetoric (BMI)
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Pills 02:43
Are you angry? Are you frightened? Filled with existential dread? Modern medicine can help you A lite-rock nurse goin’ to your head There’s a pill to stop your shyness There’s a pill to kill your fear I can’t say this one makes you happy But if you take it you won’t care Just swallow what they’re giving you You’ll no longer feel the pressure It’s socially acceptable Welcome to the New Drug Culture Dr. Feelgood has the answer If your life is going wrong There’s no need to solve your problems Pop your meds and they’re all gone So much more convenient this way Than delving into your messy life Sweep away those ugly issues Everything’s gonna be all right Just swallow what they’re giving you You’ll no longer feel the pressure It’s socially acceptable Not like that old Drug Culture Vacuum-sealed for your protection In a gated neighborhood A fully circumscribed existence Mummified for your own good Somewhere out there you hear voices A nation overcome with rage But just before it hits your radar You slip away into the haze. Just swallow what they’re giving you You won’t care about the future It’s socially acceptable All hail the New Drug Culture. © 2004 J Neo Marvin (BMI)
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It occurs to you, you might have said or done Something wrong out there, but you’re not sure You have this tendency to clam up Until you blurt out the worst possible thing In front of someone you’d hoped to impress When every conversation feels like an interview For some job you’re not even sure you want Wanting to be a part of something you find wanting It’s a paradox you haven’t yet resolved Walk out the door with big plans Crawl home alone in the wee hours But I don’t mind I could complain But it’s OK I’ll make my way I’m self-contained. Catch your reflection in the corner of your eye And you wonder how you ever got so old The times you took your charm for granted Gone with the rest of your peak Relive your awkward adolescence in your middle age This is the time that you’re supposed to be Entrenched within your final destination Building fences and tending to your brood By now you should have made your fortune So they say…whoever “they” are But when were they ever right? Walk out the door with big plans Crawl home alone in the wee hours But I don’t mind I could complain But it’s OK I’ll make my way I’m self-contained. © 2004 J Neo Marvin (BMI)
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Windbags 03:38
The man with the loudest voice Surely must have the most to say And all of it means more, you know, If you hear it on the radio He puts his finger on the pulse Crushes it till it turns blue And if they amputate the hand It must not have belonged on you Drown me out, speak your mind Stroke yourself till you go blind Call the shots, fire away Do you win if I don’t play? Grand Inquisitor takes a stand For the ““real people” of this land, yeah, You can tell which ones are real because They’re the ones he never interrupts. In the free market of ideas Who’s that down there tearing up the field? It’s the man with the loudest voice As if we ever had a choice Drown me out, speak your mind Stroke yourself till you go blind Call the shots, fire away Do you win if I don’t play? See those teeth that brightly shine Just another mouth in a long long line We’ve endured a lot from the likes of you No doubt we’ll endure this too. © 1996 Undulant Rhetoric (BMI)
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We can keep this cloud floating if you don’t stop believing Lying naked in a tub filled with Krispy Kreme donuts We’ll pay off your pension in Confederate dollars And send your family a Bible when we harvest your body Prepare ye the way of the Lord of the Manor He’s distributing vouchers for obedience school Cable TV tells you who to be scared of Things would be perfect if we could just kill all the Bad People. We’re supporting our troops in the war against whatever We order 10 pizzas and praise our own courage God came to me through my computer last Wednesday He really likes what we’re doing and says “keep up the good work.” There’s a gathering mob holding torches and pitchforks We call a press conference and make fun of their clothing The whistles are blowing and the drums keep getting louder But we own everything so we’re really not worried. Keep on crowing boys, your overconfidence is going to bring you down A popular explosion, time to slay the dragon with our organ Imagine 300 million people all waking up at once And all the sleepy people They tell me to play happy fun ball I don’t want to play happy fun ball THIS BALL IS SQUARE!… (Continue in this vein as necessary until the ball deflates or the regime changes) © 2004 J Neo Marvin (BMI)
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When the straw men won’t stand still for you As you’re lunging to attack And the fools you’re so much better than Insist on talking back Everybody shines too brightly Everybody looks too strange They won’t admit that they’re all wrong And that everything has changed Don’t get uptight You can still be right In Citrus Heights. You had a nasty childhood Slapped or grabbed everywhere you turned It made you grow up mean and bitter While your righteousness just burned You’ve built a mighty tower To look down on everyone Those freaks just don’t appreciate How brilliant you’ve become Yeah, this town bites But you’re always right In Citrus Heights. Clench your jaw in disapproval Sullen rage flashing in your eyes They have the gall to be themselves And not apologize Don’t they know their talk is treason Don’t they know their world is through No, their friends are all closed-minded i.e. they don’t think like you Better leave tonight Home fires burn bright In Citrus Heights. God bless your little America Where everyone agrees Where flags protect you from all harm And dissent is the disease You’ll get all the support you crave Settled in your brand new home In a community of ignorant rubes Where you’ll never be alone But I thought you Had more of a clue I never knew. © 2004 J Neo Marvin (BMI)
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We Are Alive 04:25
How much more do you need in your bowl? How much more do you have to control? You hold the bullhorn, you pick the song Not all of us are singing along You grab the moon and you lose your grip The barnacles are sinking your ship You howl and bray that the future is you But there’s no future in all the things you do We’ve seen your big gold mine And we think it’s just a waste of time A dismal world of bite-sized fear We’re not impressed…our day beats your year! We are alive Revenge is sweet We’re living well And we say, we are the future This is our declaration We’re everything you hate You can’t stop what we create You can’t stuff us back in the tube An ecstatic raging mirror pointing right back at you Me and my baby on a dark clear night Lying in deck chairs, scanning the stars Distant eyes in a sea of black What do they think of us when they’re looking back? We think they know we’re saying: We are alive The best revenge is living well And we say, we are the future This is our declaration, baby. © 2004 J Neo Marvin (BMI)
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FREEDOM FRIED, the third release from J Neo Marvin & the Content Providers, ranges from melodic folk-pop to snarly garage-rock and beyond, all adding up to an unflinching portrait of the state of the union in the first decade of the 21st century. It’s music for Americans who have found their home transformed into an occupied country, for foreigners who no longer recognize the once-admired, now scarier than ever, land of rock and roll, blue jeans and silly pop culture, and for any and all human beings who refuse to be stomped into submission.

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released September 1, 2004

Mostly recorded on Pro-Tools at Last Stop Records in Daly City, with some work done at The Wally Sound in Oakland. Davis Jones created the cover artwork.

J Neo Marvin – Vocals, guitars, keyboards, percussion, drums, and baritone guitar
Davis Jones – Vocals, keyboards, percussion, and narration on “At Last I Am Free”
Glenn Stevens or Aaron Sears – Lead guitar
Alan Korn – Bass
Adam McCauley – Drums
Les Harris – Drums and flute
James Oterreau – Drums and flugel horn on “At Last I Am Free”
Franco Reguzzoni – Keyboards
Pam Davis – Piano and vocals on “At Last I Am Free”
Cynthia Wigginton – Violin, musical saw, and vocals
Diane Wallis – Violin and vocals on “At Last I Am Free”
Nik Phelps – Oboe, French horn, clarinet, tenor and baritone saxes, and trumpet
Jeremy Hanberry – Dumbek and vocals
Deirdre Fogarty – Vocals
Wally Sound – Rhythm guitar, lap steel, and guiro on “Fletcher Christian”
Alex James Muscat – Shaker on “The Hypnotist”

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J Neo Marvin & the Content Providers San Francisco, California

The Content Providers came into being when former X-tal singer/guitarist J Neo Marvin found himself overflowing with new songs that needed to be heard. A massive cast of friends and acquaintances flew in and out of a loose revolving-door lineup and the songs were pulled from rough experience and sharp observation, as each Content Provider added something unique and unpredictable to the whole stew. ... more

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