Manufacturing Joy

by TJ Kong + the Atomic Bomb

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released 25 September 2012

All songs engineered and mixed by Joseph Primavera and
TJ Kong + the Atomic Bomb

All songs recorded in Philadelphia, PA at Egypt III except for "Friday Night Guy", "10 Minutes", "Eye Witness on the Run" and "Ancient Road Blues" which were recorded in Upland Studios + "Eureka Springs, AR" which was recorded at the Squid and Whale Pub in Eureka Springs, AR

All songs mastered by Joseph Primavera

Vocals/Guitar - Dan Bruskewicz
Drums/Yelling - Dan Cask
Lead Guitar - Kevin Conner
Upright Bass - Joshua "J.A.M" Machiz
Violin - Bonnie Lander
Back up Vocals - Claire Abribat

Words & Music by Bruskewicz (except for Eureka Springs, AR)

Cover photo by Sarah Cassano

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Track Name: Rock N Roll Club Bathroom Cocaine Blues
Now you're climbing out the window with your cigarettes and shoes
and she's sleeping in the hallway in her silver snakeskin boots
And where did you go wrong last night on Flatbush Avenue?
You went looking for the answers there now you're covering your clues

Now you're dancing in your bullshit with the kick drum on the twos
and they're smoking out a side door and whispering in tune
while the warehouse Popes of Meserole all are sleeping in their pews
and the women on the BQ line all patently refuse
the night lights are all bleeding out their mass production blues
as you stumble off the subway, smiling your excuse

Cocaine, cocaine
What am I to do?
Cocaine, cocaine
What am I to do with you?

Now it's five o'clock in the morning or so the vagabonds assume
and the sun is like a swimming pool for the inebriated moon
and you're climbing out the window with your cigarettes and shoes
as she's sleeping in the hallway in her silver snakeskin boots
and where did you go wrong last night on Flatbush Avenue?
now you're dancing in your neon pie-eyed, silver spotlight, backwards daytime, motion potion dead beat ocean, a thousand straight lines all in motion, rock n roll club bathroom cocaine blues.
Track Name: Friday Night Guy
I don't care, I don't care
I don't give a damn I swear
take your Oxford book of poems and your bedspread by the stair
if you're looking out the window please make sure to check your hair
and if you pass by my piano please
don't lay your drink down there
I will laugh, I will sing
I will dance all on the brink
and I will write a book of all the stupid Goddamn shit I think
you can smoke all my cigarettes and drink up my wine
but don't wear my T-shirt with your Friday night guy

You got something, you got something
you got something left to hide
there's a spinning sideways grinning Sunday dinner on your mind
and the answer's always greener
like a scenester on the far-out otherside
you got yours, you got yours and I got mine
you can smoke all my cigarettes and drink up my wine
but don't wear my T-shirt with your Friday night guy, oh no

I don't care, I don't care
I don't give a damn I swear
take your Oxford book of poems and your bedspread by the stair
if you're looking out the window please make sure to check your hair
and if you pass by my piano please
don't lay your drink down there
I will laugh, I will sing
I will dance all on the brink
and I will write a book of all the stupid Goddamn shit I think
you can smoke all my cigarettes and drink up my wine
but don't...
Track Name: Sweet Lorraine
Well the blind man is dancing a hole in the ground
and Daniel is drumming and Josh can't be found
and the only one left is sweet Lorraine
and bottles are rolling around on the floor
sirens are singing and screaming for more
and the suitors are crying out in vain
they're crying out loud for sweet Lorraine

The road punks are grifting, they anger the Gods
and Xerxes is turning them all into cops
and I am just humming with sweet Lorraine
and the dashboard is busted no breaks on the hill
Calypso is holding and hoarding the pills
and the head lights are dancing in the rain
they're dancing to the sound of sweet Lorraine

and the highway moves too slow
but when you go go go go go
and story will carry me home
but God give me strength for the bow

Tyrants are carving the keys to the town
and we don't know time we just know how it sounds
and the talking heads are all of them to blame
and beggars will guide us and give of their clothes
and the doors will all open with a push of the stone
and the yes men are silent in their pain
they're silent for the sight of sweet Lorraine

All right
Track Name: Post Apocalypse Blues
We got science on the TV they say Jesus Christ is dead for good
we got new age theologians they say Jesus Christ ain't coming
but he could
I've been trying hard to reach you, honey
I just don't know where the hell else to look

All the cabinets are empty and I don't pay the bills no mind
all the cabinets are empty and the traffic lights flicker in the night
I think about you always it's a monumental waste of time

I packed a duffel bag with toothpaste and a nap sack with origami cranes
I got my dark sunglasses and an Appalachian mountain range
You said I need to accessorize, baby
I think you just want someone to blame

Come on outside everybody's trying
come on outside everybody's trying so hard
you can take it all for granted baby I don't give a damn no more

I see waves of sunlight pouring off the hot concrete
I see waves of sunlight and smoke clouds at the end of market street
don't tell me what the score is, I'd much rather never even see

I think about you always my mother says it's because you look like me
Track Name: Day Sleeper
Hide your eyes my girl you can get by with your fingers
if your feet know the way to the door
you can rely on my face to look the same as the day I was born

Masquerade and be gone, you got a long line of people
who are waiting for a seat at the bar
you can escape out the hatch and change clothes in the back of my car

Sleep all the time if you please you can meet me in the middle
where the day is the same as the dream
there will be time for the work and the days of the hands up your sleeve

the highway's a humming harmonica's cousin
I hope you can meet her someday
we could talk about nothing, forget about something
or I could just sit down and play

Your eyes are made of bourbon and the back of your neck
is a bottle in the palm of my hand
and the proof of your mouth and a taste of your lips
makes it harder and harder to stand

Tranquilize if you can, you can swallow me whole and I will swim
to the back of your head
I will sing like a fire and stomp out the choir 'til there's nothing left
of the dread

The highway's a humming harmonica's cousin
I hope you can meet her someday
we could talk about nothing, forget about something
or I could just sit down and play
Track Name: 10 Minutes
I got my eyes on your bathroom window
I ain't bad I'm just looking for a shadow and I got
just one reason to keep you around
turn my head to the side of the highway
watch the white lights move like a relay
I got all my interests in my mouth
and you got five ideas that'll drag me down
and I said no no no no no no no no
I said no no no no no no no no

You got a bag I got a map of my pockets
you got a cage but you forgot how to lock it
and I got a head full of questions that'll keep me free
you got a plan I got a smoke fire
I can talk my way clear through the barbed wire
I got all your inmates on their knee
oh and you can't follow what you don't see
and I said no no no no no no no no
I said no no no no no no no no

I got my eyes on your bathroom window
I ain't bad I'm just looking for a shadow and I got
just one reason to keep you around
you get the car keys I'll get the liquor
they'll find my clothes in the Delaware river
I got five more miles 'til I'm clear out of town
and you got ten more minutes before the sun goes down
I said no no no no
Track Name: Train Song
The Russian is drunk and the taxi cab's stuck
and he's begging for cigarettes in the snow
and the newspaper carriers marking the street
are all you make out in the glow
your woman is leaving her words are misleading
as she steadies herself now for show
oh but where did she come from? God only knows

The train it is clattering wheels they are rattling
the switch man has holstered his gun
and the river is floating and the timber is holding
an eyeball of rage from the canopy sun
and now trumpets are bleeding in the back of your head
as she whispers her way back to Rome
oh but where did she come from? God only knows

Now the men are behaving and writing down day dreams
there's an ill colored bag on a train on the run
and now something of lust it peeks through the trees
with an eye lash of branches and a half blooded sun
and now children make faces at the back of the train
and the women up front they call me by name
and the brake man is singing and stealing the chains
and the lines on my hands they go on all the same
but I can't help but sit here and ponder the places she goes
oh but where did she come from? God only knows
Track Name: Eye Witness on the Run
It was late last night and the Texaco light
burned like a moon on the map of his face and
I saw a black man run and then a thick white smoke
hung like a ghost and smelled like cocaine

And an old pair of shoes on the side of the road
and the whispers of glass where the stones had been thrown
and the cast iron thieves and the red flash that lights my way home

I heard a back door slam and then the blue flame eyes
turned in your head like a bird in the snow
and my feet went first and then the back of my hands
tied to a tree where they gathered my clothes

And a face in a dream and the entrails of steam
and the money changed hands in an old Grand Marquis
and the blood ran slow like tears on the black concrete

It was late last night and the Texaco light
burned like a moon on the map of his face and
I saw a black man run and a thick white smoke
hung like a ghost and smelled like cocaine

And a face in a dream and the entrails of steam
and the money changed hands in an old Grand Marquis
and the blood ran slow like tears on the black concrete

Oh my god, I am my own god…
Track Name: Ancient Road Blues
Fill up your pockets with all you can see
the future is all in our heads
all the Muslims are dancing on old Hancock street
and I'm listening for your footsteps instead
and oh oh my mon amie
all the ancient roads lead to your bed
But don't, don't wait for me
I'm sleeping with the voice in my head

It goes oh oh...

Pick up your 6th sense he's sleeping on a park bench the Delaware moon on his back
glad handing pirates are waiting in silence the stones of the tomb shall retract
and the black face high school highway deposits an el train is coming on fast
and the ancient road don't-you-knows they're hanging out with so and so don't speak if you don't understand
and I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know what you need
and I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know what you need

It goes oh oh...
Track Name: Come on Back
Come on back, home to my head
so I can see what time has done to your feline eyes that glaze over
in the night
come on back, home to my head so I can send you
a message in the morning when you are too drunk to discuss
come on back, home to my head so I can show you the dreams
that I’ve been having where you are the matchbook
and I am the maitre d'
I said come on back, home to my head
in a brand new dress and a Coppertone tan
so that I may be thankful for the mistakes I have made

And won’t you come down from that tree house you built in Baltimore?
where the leaves are so heavy you can barely see to the ground
I would write you a letter but my mind is crippled with metaphor
you may understand but you’ll never believe how it sounds

Come on back, home to my head so I can pack up the things that I’ve been saving in my bedroom since I’ve been alone
Come on back, home to my head so I can read that book that I’ve been dying to pick up but there’s not enough on my mind
Come on back, home to my head so I can dream up a brand new disease that will make you forget all the terrible things that I said.

And won’t you come down from that tree house you built in Baltimore?
where the leaves are so heavy you can barely see to the ground
I would write you a letter but my mind is crippled with metaphor
you may understand but you’ll never believe how it sounds