Seasons of Sticker (2008)

by D. Sticker Ensemble

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Seasons of Sticker is full of catchy songs intricately crafted by The D. Sticker Ensemble and brought to life with an actual ensemble of musicians. It will make you laugh, it will make you cry, it will also keep you guessing as each song takes a drastic turn in theme and style. Engineered in glorious “Wall of Pants” sound, Sticker leaves his mark on each of nature’s phases. Explore the topics of love, loneliness, perversion and Star Wars in each of these pills of pop pleasure.

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released January 1, 2008

Greg Severi: bass guitar
Joseph Bulum: piano, organ and keyboards
Tim Prioste: drums and percussion
Todd van Bronkhorst: guitars
D. Sticker: guitar and vocals

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Track Name: I Slap Myself
Bam, bam, bam I slap myself
I'm a faucet at full blast of hot milk
I gotta get to sleep and calm my nerves
I get exactly what I deserve

The pants go down, the lights go dim
The curtains closed, they cant look in
They're aint no show, so I begin
Indulging in a sin

Whoooo-hooo!!!!

Nobody's hurt, nobody's dead
No open sores or disease spread
It's all I can do when I'm with me
And it's always there for free

My skin descends and wrinkles in
I've reached the end now of my sin
It wont be long when it comes on strong
I get to do it all over again

Whoooo-hooo!!!!
I'll do it over and over again!
Track Name: Born With 3 Eyes
I'm in a town that I shouldn’t be
My bicycles torn, I'm walkin' the streets
That's where I go, and that's when you'll see
The price of deformity
Born with three eye's

Born with three eye's (3 X's)
Oh well, Born with three eye's
Born with three eye's (3 X's)
Oh well, what a surprise

Oatmeal’s sweet in the belly
But then the time comes to find me some meat
But once out the door, the penis will rise
And out pops a baby
Born with 3 eye's

Born with three eye's (3 X's)
Oh well, Born with three eye's
Born with three eye's (3 X's)
Oh well, what a surprise

And I think that I should see a shrink
But something tells me
My freak design is alright
But sometimes scary

Born with three eye's (3 X's)
Oh well, Born with three eye's
Born with three eye's (3 X's)
Oh well, what a surprise


Falling to pieces, crawling to Jesus
Why are these feelings, hovering like halo's
What was I thinking, too much and too slow
Calling to Jesus, to be my sheriff
Crawling to Jesus, to cop a heal
Coat hanger fetus, late term stunted growth
Falling to pieces, crawling to Jesus
What was I thinking, too much and too slow
Track Name: Nowhere
How long does it take to get to nowhere?
Come sing a song with me that's going nowhere.
I'm on this trip that takes me into nowhere.
Come along with me, we've got to get to nowhere.

It's a melody that elicites sympathy.
It's somewhat familiar, it's slow and pleasing.
It's calm and safe and unsure of meaning.
And it's fine with me when we go nowhere.

Let's take our time and wander into nowhere.
It's not very far and, in fact, we might already be there.
But let's just sing along and head off into nowhere.
So long as I'm with you, then you know... I'll go anywhere.

Cause I realize the reason for singing now.
It's just an excuse to excercise some feelings
And you and me, don’t you know, we're meant to be
So let’s just stay inside tonight and go nowhere.

Come sing a song with me that's going nowhere.
Let's take a trip that leads us into nowhere.
We'll just sing along as we head off into nowhere.
Come along with me, we've got to get to nowhere.
Track Name: Mama Give
Oh, Mama Give
Will you ever know?
God damn it baby, it's hurtin'

When you walk on by
Will you ever know?
Oh, how it hurts
God damn how it hurts

Oh, Mama Give
I like it like that
I said, oh Mama Give, I like it like that
Oh wait a minute
No I dont
Cause you walk on by
And you never know
Oh, how it hurts
Oh, how it's hurtin' me so

But oh, Mama Give
I've gotta curse
I look at you being all give
And then it hurts

You look me up and down
Then turn the other way
It aint my fault, baby
That's just how I was made

I'm a pig in the shallow mud
But I'm telling you how I be
See, I've come clean with you mama
And now I wanna get dirty

Oh, Mama Give
I'm gettin' stupid, and it shows
I see nothing else
And nothings all I know

Cause you walk on by
With your hips and your curves
And you never even know
No, you never even know
How it God damn hurts
Track Name: Space Noodles
INSTRUMENTAL
Track Name: Senior Gilly
Senior Gilly should not have a choice.
Cause if it's up to him
He'll penetrate his void

And though he's uncertain
Of just what he can be
All his friends just laugh and say,
That's our Senior Gilly

See her fingers rolling down his back
And before the kiss is over
He's the first one to draw back

And when he falls to pieces
He'll know damn well the reason's his own
And with his friends he stands alone
It's unbeknownst to others but it shows.

Cause Senior Gilly should not have a choice
Cause if it's up to him
He'll penetrate his void.
And though he's uncertain
Of just how things could be
All his friends just point and say
That's our Senior Gilly
Track Name: Going Slow
I got a tale, I got a tale, I got a tale to grow
I got a ticket, I got a ticket, I got a ticket to ride

I gotta go and I'm going slow
Flying by the seat of my pants
You'll look at me
And I'll just say hey now look at me
Cause here I go

Can I see you tonight
Get my targets in sight

I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it from you
I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it for me

And when I do it, I wont have to work
Cause your gonna give it for free
Look at me when I walk around
I'll be stickin' to the bottom of shoes

And then I'll go bluhh....

Where's the party tonight
Get the targets in sight

Now I gotta have a drink
Knowing just what it brings
I wont even have to think
Now my hang-low gets some stink

Deep in the pink

Where's the party tonight
Get the children inside
Track Name: Ballad of Han, Luke & Leia
Han and Luke were rebels till the end
And they were friends
Leia was the love of young Lukes eye
But he was shy
And Han could tell by the way she held his hand
She needed a man
And this was dispalyed when a wookie cried in song
Something was wrong

Luke was lost out in the snow
He didnt know which way to go
He was alone
And he was cold

Young Luke nearly froze until Han arrived
And saved his life
And from there a string became attatched
And behind his back

Han didn't think about his friend
When he took Leia by the hand
She resisted then gave in
They didn't even try to pretend
This was all before they knew
Luke was her twin
Track Name: Ashley's Tears
Somebody's going to fly
Somebody's going to die
Somebody's going to lie
Somebody's going to fry

Somebody's got to sing a song
For Ashley's tears have gone too long
She knows the way, she knows her fears
She's got the pain to speak with her tears

And she's doing it once again
She thought I was a friend

Ashley's tears are Ashley's tears
Ashley's tears, her ass bleeds tears
Ashley's tears are Ashley's tears
Ashley's tears, her ass bleeds tears

And she's doing it once again
She thought I was a friend

Somebody's going to fly
Somebody's going to die
Somebody's going to lie
Somebody's going to cry

One sunny day, one sunny day, one sunny day she'd say
She said, sunlight/daylight be gone
For, once in the sky were time never peers
She'll loft over clouds shedding her tears

And never feels the shame
As their falling off the plane

Is Ashley's tears, it's Ashley's tears
Ashley's tears, her ass bleeds tears
Track Name: The Triskets in Her Eyes
She's the one I had to call. Oh, it's been so long.
And it's true what they say, the bread goes stale if you wait.

But she know's what she's about
And she dont like any of that small talk
So I told her right away.
You see I laid it on the line
Cause it was high time
Because I could see... because I can see

I can see the triskets in your eye's (repeat)

And when I was done, I heard her breathe through the phone
(she thought I was done)
And then I dont know why, I started to cry.

She didn't know what to do
She didn't know what to say
So I hung up the phone, uh-hu
And I knew I had to call her mother the very next day and say

HEY! I can see the triskets in her eye's (repeat)
(Your daughter is mine, I want her.
Give her to me now, she's no longer yours)

She's driving me crazy with silence and maybe's and wont name our baby.
Stroking the "C", diminish the "D", minor the "E", then back to the "B".

She worships the pages of gospels and fables, the wedding was simple.
We're saving our time, by playing it straight, where use-to-be's aren't what they aint.

The tongue dips and cradles in succulent navels, and forming a ladel.
Outside the vagina we all get scared, but nobody came, when nobody feared.

They loved me in Vegas, the prostitue paid me, by having my baby.
Look in the eye to the back of the mind, for motive inside or something to hide.

She's pushing the pages, and learning new phrases, it's all for the wages.
I dont know what she's trying to say, it's gotta fit in, and sound like a phrase.

I'm stuffing burritos, inside of my speedo, to impress my in-laws.
No time to be shy, soup, salad and wine, eat a main course and then we all die.
Track Name: You're On Your Own
You'll do what you can, it doesn't matter.
You’re all alone.
You think you've got a plan, but then it shatters.
You’re on your own.
You sing your songs in the shower.
No one will know.
The days have turned into a pattern
that you don’t sew.

And all the times you think it's all gone wrong
Take comfort that your city's not getting bombed.
You’re free to do as you please
So the apartment is always clean.
It's a very neat and very organized sadness.

You're a butter spread for a disease
that's bread for sex.
You're a sexually transmitted
embodiment
Of submission to a prison
for a common goal.
With permission for competition
and survival.

A pirate makes the sea into a home.
But wishes someday he could settle down
Social Security, a gated community
And finding peace in the eye's of his lover.
Track Name: I Want to Hold Your Hand
Oh yeah, I should tell you something
I hope you'll understand
That I need that something
I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

Oh please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

And if I touch you I'll feel happy inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I cant hide it, I cant hide it, I cant hide

Yeah, you've got that something
I think you understand
And I need that something
I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

And if I touch you I'll feel happy inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I cant hide it, I cant hide it, I cant' hide

Yeah, you've got that something
I hope you'll understand
That I need that something
You'd wanna hold my hand
Track Name: Chaperone of the Shadows
While the world is getting off, I'll be standing at attention.
Searching to see if our reality is just a prop room with projections.

But all is exactly what it seems, Cause if it weren't, it wouldn't be.
Though I'm no butcher and your no surfer, we can cook in hot dog water.

And that's when you'll notice all the shadows
Are released once inside the shade.
It's unknown to their respective owners
Who never taught their shadows to behave.

Like a boy-king with too much responsibility
Like a country without history

So, I will be the chaperone of the shadows.
If they would only listen to me.
This duty wouldn't hurl me into bellows
But I shall be fair, though will not always please.

So from the start I'd had enough, with all that reprimanding.
My point was so strong, my index finger bone would tear right through the skin.

And the music's playing soft, and the condoms slipping off
Celebrating their new-found freedom, they'd run off to make love.

And then they'd give birth to the clouds
That struggle for power as they hover
Until we all stand in eternal shade
It's just the kind of trouble they will make.

And chocolate is the flavor of fertility
Like a doggy in a race.

When Pinoccio was lying to Ghapetto
His nose would grow till it poked out of his cage
But a skin growth is no way to judge your fellow.
An aid it is, but not a worthy gauge.

So I must be the chaperone of the shadows
If they would only listen to me.
This duty wouldn't hurl me into bellows
But I shall be fair, though will not always please.