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about

This album was recorded on a series of mostly Wednesday evenings by the PCB (Polychlorinated Biphenyls) at our keyboard player Jonny’s "Little Rascals" clubhouse we call Melbourne Studios.

Jon and Steve did pretty much all the engineering, twisting of knobs, turning of screws, punching of keys, patching of cords and clicking of mice with some help from Paxty. I forced them to eat vegan food, we imbibed (or didn’t?), hunkered down and explored the brink of our own sonic frontiers.

The sounds captured herein were created by voices, guitars, keyboards, drums, an "808" and other non-digital percussion instruments all hooked up via microphone to this newly fangled contraption called a "thinking machine" (computer). As it were, some of these tunes are brand new, like Face In The Dirt which we actually wrote and recorded extemporaneously in a few takes. And some are from the ancient regime, like Border Patrol which I wrote way back in the year of our destiny twenty ought two.

Infant or adolescent, we raised each song from scratch like some kind of convoluted parents shepherding them along into something previously never heretofore tracked, branded, beamed, or transmogrified to mine ears at least. All in all it was supposed to take a couple weeks, but over a year later, after some finger pointing, nail biting, preaching to the choir, haphazard deprogramming, ritualistic hazing and mellifluous/harmonious accidents here we are.

With more than I could have ever imagined.

credits

released 13 April 2011

The PCB is:
Eric Suoninen on electric guitar
Steve Tegel on bass, percussion, and additional guitar on A Good Idea & You Owe Me
Jon Niemann on piano, organ and Wurlitzer
Paxton Pryor on drums, percussion and background vocals
Paul Chesne on vocals and acoustic guitar

PCB album:
Mixed by Scrote
Recorded at Melbourne Studios
Package design and photography by JD Narro
Mastered by Steve Hall at Future Disc Systems

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Track Name: Good Idea
Seemed like a Good Idea at the time

Had a relationship
& everything was cool
Decided to cash in my chips
Now I feel like a fool

Had some money in the bank\
But I spent it on you
Now I got nothing saved
I don't even have a clue
E B
Well I don't feel so hot now
E A
I'm desperate and empty without
E B E A
20/20 is hinds-----ight
A B E
It seemed like a good idea at the time


Don't go to law school
try to write some songs
Don't go admit your excuse
Before you know it she's gone

I got a $
That's all I can spare
If I could just hold you in my arms
I'd feel like a millionaire

E A B
You die you die you die you die you die
G# C#mi
You die you die you die you day
BA B E C#mi
You die you die you die you die

You die you die you die you die
Oh give me a drink
You don't need no one to love you
But it seemed like a good idea at the time
A B E
We are the answers to them

Give the establishment a free pass
exonerate the youth
You ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine
Give leeway to wall street
White collar crime
tell I was high class
But that was just a lie
Track Name: Goin' To Hell
Sexy Way To Fuck Me Over
F G C Ami
I got your an email a couple weeks ago

I never dignified or responded just ignored for the sake my own mental health

F G C Ami

We're all goin to hell

2X's instrumental: C Ami Dmi G

You've got a sexy way of lecturing while you fuck me over
You could have the decency to warn me not to think too hard
~~~
{{{{F
& The speed freak feels
G
And the hippie trails
F
And the deadbeat steal
G
We're all goin to hell

You've got a hectic of tempting me while I try to stay sober
30 trees fall down in the course of saving of our love
If you're not Michael Jackson you've got your work cut out to cut the rg
C E7 Ami D D G
C E7 A
Not a complicated blessing
Dmi G
Or a drunk dollar
C E7 A
Could keep me from regressing
Dmi G
to a stumble and a holler
~~~~~
We're all going to hell

Solo right back in to verse & out...

You got a cryptic way of hinting me that you want me over
You've got a hectic of tempting me while I try to stay sober
You've got a sexy way of lecturing while you fuck me over
Track Name: Wounded Bird
WOUNDED BIRD

A D
Well she sidles up mostly every night
A E
Diagnosed codependent schizo borderline
A
She ain't got nothin'
D
All I got's her
E D A
She's my little wounded bird
A
She's drop dead gorgeous
D
It requires doubles takes
A
An eye for fashion
E
with impeccable taste
A
We get beyond the surface
D
She's been mistreated and hurt
E D A
She's my little wounded bird

Bridge
B E
Rest her head on my chest mostly every night
A D
Darling companion until she starts a fight
B E
She wins with her fists though regrets seem to linger
D E A
She's me little wounded bird
A D
She sidles mostly every night
A
She's got my house key
E
It was done at first sight
A
She ain't got nothin'
D
All I got's her
E D A
She's my little wounded bird
B E A
Track Name: Face In The Dirt
Face In The Dirt
Poor man he’s the salt of the Earth, salt of the Earth, salt of the Earth
Rich man rubs his face in the dirt, face in the dirt, face in the dirt

In the 1st place you see what I did you do it right kid you bet your life that I did
In second place I was high all the time bet your life I was right I’m sitting here doin’ time
In the third you catch my wandering eye, you caught me by surprise, you caught my eye
In the fourth place get back to the first time and the second you got to do it right kid

Oh and you can guarantee that I was wrong
It’s the sad life of the story of the wandering underdog

Poor man he’s the salt of the Earth, salt of the Earth, salt of the Earth
Rich man rubs his face in the dirt, face in the dirt, face in the dirt
Track Name: Sour Grapes
Sour Grapes



Life give me sour grapes and I make wine

When it starts to flood I drink

Like a diver deep in the ocean I’m knee deep in pure devotion

20,000 leagues below what people thing



Life give me empty bottle I’ll make moonshine

You can’t stop moving I’ll make you a still

No matter what your trip implies

You don’t have to worry your pretty little mind

I’ll give you 20 bucks for every man that you kill



Not even Jesus, no he ain’t gonna save ya

And I’m not gonna take on all of your guilt

You better talk to your mama

Before someone else will



And if we drink up all the wine

And if the storm gets too severe

You don’t have to worry your pretty little mind

You don’t have to go searchin’ online because I got just what you need right here
Track Name: You Only Live Once
You Only Live Once



Watch the minutes turn to seconds downward spiral we devolve to barely crawl

But the speed with which the hours accumulate harness the powers takes decades

Like a lama in a fire a pariah and a liar and sheikh

One’s got money, one’s religious, one’s a monster, one’s a sweetheart

They’re all fake



You don’t wanna make me run

You got to make it matter take it right now

No need to fight what’s done is done

You gonna make me love you



I got a time share in Boca Raton with a beautiful view for your wife and your child

But I got too much pride to take a dive to pay for groceries I can’t afford to buy

Invest that 401K in swamp land fill waste where you can decay I mean retire

Take your little nest egg you worked all your life to put away and light it on fire



You don’t wanna make me run

You got to make it matter take it right now

No need to fight what’s done is done

You only live once



You got to make the most of it

Our time is limited

100 years a couple of months and you only live once



Remember that 5 minutes where we sat through that person’s bullshit

We could never get that 5 minutes back

I remember that first instant when I first saw you I knew I loved you

2 months later you eventually loved me back



You don’t wanna make me run

You got to make it matter take it right now

No need to fight what’s done is done

You gonna make me love you



You don’t wanna make me run

You got to make it matter take it right now

No need to fight what’s done is done
Track Name: Border Patrol
Border Patrol

Like all the tigers on the graveyard shift

And all the mules in Mexico

Talk to the man with the scar on his lip

And all the Colombian drug cartels



Border Patrol, Border Patrol

Tell me why you won’t let me go

Come on Border Patrol, Border Patrol

Take my bribe and let’s go home

Let’s get high with the Border Patrol



I got 2 kilos in my suitcase

And 1 more in my gas tank

I got 10,000 dollars just in case

Just in case my plan goes break



We gonna sneak in at midnight when the guards are tired

But that dog wasn’t sleepy he was gnawing on a bone

I felt a little shaky I was so wired

But now all I do is dream of the green grass of home



Come on

Border Patrol, Border Patrol

Tell me why you won’t let me go

Come on Border Patrol, Border Patrol

Take my bribe and let’s go home

Let’s get high with the Border Patrol



Staring right at Judge Garcia

2 counts of smuggling with intent to sell

Looking back it was a great idea

But I been looking back from this prison cell



Come on

Border Patrol, Border Patrol

Tell me why you won’t let me go

Come on Border Patrol, Border Patrol

Take my bribe and let’s go home

Let’s get high with the Border Patrol
Track Name: You Owe Me
You Owe Me
Inquire about my whereabouts
Try to escape this haunted house
Get you and me to safer ground
And in my dream we laugh about

The word to which she’s so devout
Without regard to her mouth
The venom she might slowly leak
And once it’s leaked we’ll call the police
And all the venom that’s released
Won’t be cleaned up even by the priest
Just one more contradiction please
This one’s by far not the least

And you owe me the next round
Pay your debt on your way out of town
Pay up

There’s a monster on my case
Not Superman or Dr. Dre
Could save his victims from their fate
I’m trying hard to concentrate
But when I see his ugly face
I lose my cotton pickin’ place
No one could save me
Not even you baby
You won’t get lucky if you don’t hang around
You think miracles just grow on clouds
Keep your head up get it off the ground
You could pretend you’re flyin’ if you don’t look down

And you owe me stop actin’ so proud
Pay your debt then get out of my house
Pay up

Well, I been makin’ the rounds of the inhospitable grounds
I can see that you’ve found your most expensive night gown everyone agrees
You owe me for cryin’ out loud
Come on and pay up
And you owe me the next round
Pay your debt on your way out of town
And you owe me stop actin’ so proud
Pay your debt then get out of my house

You owe me for cryin’ out loud. Pay up.
Track Name: Get Down Rise Up
Get Down Rise Up

Get down rise up, give up pay up
Shoot it, kill it love it live it

Paranoid, conniption fits
Don’t worry baby I got this
Be the fire don’t be the ash
Don’t be the credit, be the cash

It all seems a little abstract
You got to get in where you fit in

1st you’ve got the conscience then you got the back up
Then you bring the monkey then you bring the man
Then you bring the nonsense then you drop the knowledge
1st you bring the concepts it all seems a little abstract

Get down rise up, give up pay up
Be the reason, be the one, be the gangster

It all seems a little abstract
You got to get in where you fit in

1st you’ve got the conscience then you got the back up
Then you bring the monkey then you bring the man
Then you bring the nonsense then you drop the knowledge
1st you bring the concepts it all seems a little abstract

Conscience, backup, monkey, man
Nonsensne, knowledge, it all seems abstracts

There’s your alarm clock buzzing in your head
Listen to the man monkey, listen to the man

Get down rise up, give up pay up 4x’s

1st you get the progress, then you get the back up
Then you get the martians, bring along the stickup
Then you bring the stalemate, bring along a lame duck,
don’t worry about the earthquake, worry about the cleanup,
might as well throw in acts of god, lightning flood,
Hurricane, black sludge, acid rain, free drugs,
It’s a living can’t complain, non-disclosure, can’t disclaim,
Exposure, It’s over, the torture, the lawyer, the warning,
Climate change, the poverty, the oil spill, the health care bill, the bailout, the war on terror,
The deficit, the drug war, the Christian right, the middle East, love and peace,
Neither close to last nor least, the bad cocaine, immigration, backward forward,
the hurricane
I just hope that there’s still room for you and me in some kind of compound
Deep inside the green zone, built up to earthquake code, stocked up with rations
In a bomb shelter built by the army corps of engineers and fortified with levees