Total Jive

by The Scene Is Now

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Originally released in 1986 vinyl only by Lost-Twin/Tone Records (TTL8678) (C) and (P) 1986 The Scene is Now , Reissued On Lexicon Devil Records in Australia, CD Package and Booklet (C) 2009 Lexicon Devil Records

Vinyl and digital versions will be made available for sale here shortly

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released August 7, 1986

The Scene Is Now: Dick Champ, Philip Dray, Jeff McGovern, Chris Nelson. All songs by The Scene Is Now, except lyrics on "Brochure" by William Blake, some other words from miscellaneous sources.

Songs 1,4,7,8 and 9 produced by Elliott Sharp, engineered by Martin Bisi; others produced by The Scene is Now, engineered by Jeff McGovern and Carol Parkinson.

Remastered in 2009 by Jennifer Munson at Taloowa Mastering.

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Track Name: Two Spoonfuls
What is two spoonfuls to hungry man?
Roll up those sleeves out of range
Hold out your hand baby
I brought you some cinnamon
What about jewelry?

Are you a deaf man?
Loose brain, who you are
Are you a deaf man?
Mr. Face remind me of a lamb

What is the menu up in heaven?
Crime and jump the hometown
Hold out your hand baby
I brought you some cinnamon
What about jewelry?

Are you a deaf man?
I got nothing for you
Are you a deaf man?
Life is like a body with no bones

Monday go to the grocery
Tuesday peel the cane
Wednesday my that is so sweet
Thursday go away

What is two spoonfuls to hungry man?
Roll up those sleeves out of range
Hold out your hand baby
I brought you some cinnamon
What about jewelry?

Are you a deaf man?
Loose brain, who you are
Are you a deaf man?
Mr. Face? Mr. Face reminds me of a lamb
Track Name: Ex-Country Song
Over the hills I go rolling, rolling
Through the city streets I go
Over the hills I go rolling, rolling
Just like a locomotive

Vex those nuggets
June and July
Gonna the mow down those zombies
Not a fragment remains
Ride ho!

(second verse, same as the first)
Track Name: Anthracite
Face black with anthracite
Work down the mine where day is night
Coal black, coal black, coal black, coal black
Hunky town with windows of wood
They don’t look down at the slag heap
Rising from the end of the road that goes nowhere
Down in the mine, the fire burns
Faces black with anthracite
Work down the mine where day is night
Coal black, coal black, coal black, coal black

Stay down, stay down, stay down

Canary sing to me, sing to me of clean fresh air
Canary sing to me, sing to me of open rails
Canary sing to me, sing to me of electricity
Canary sing to me from above the clouds
Canary sing to me a coal car out of here
Track Name: Engineer
Engineer of the pipes of the town
The lamplights
Could fix all the town in his head without tools
He went
By the time he arrived, the town was already fixed in his mind

Yet he never looked for a pat, nor did he fish
The green went out the swooning willows
By the banks of the walnut colored river
Sailed past in the grand parade…

“Shhhh,” said the woman, “what melody.”

“Everything,“ the man reasoned,
“Has seemed a little queer tonight
Tonight is queer
But maybe it is just the gaity of this
It’s catchy as flu”
So they pledged an earthly pledge there heart to hand
And took to the hay
In the tentside, while the woman slumbered and
Lying nearby, the man

The woman said she had a desert thirst
She enjoyed her drinks that way that made him turn his gaze

Night before she herself had had cork
Now, if they liked, her son could serve them beer
He was with the beer concession
She enjoyed her drinks and the shoes fell from her feet
She went to sleep

And to the boys he hollered: “It’s a night’s work and I’ll take charge ahead. There, there and there ….. Our barricades will draw the line.”
Track Name: Premium Hat
Larceny is a probable sideline
Sweet as a crush of honeycomb
Three scenes painted on dishes and
And the six stories meant to fit in the

Premium hat
[Premium hat]
That’s a conviction,
[Premium hat]
Thinking of roving off this rock
[Premium hat]
What a mean old man
[Premium hat]

Three weeks of carpentry cured us
Cleaning up with a razor blade
Shag tobacco in the paper open
To the house someone built in Brooklyn for the

Premium hat
[Premium hat]
That’s a conviction,
[Premium hat]
Thinking of roving off this rock
[Premium hat]
What a mean old man
[Premium hat]
Track Name: The Great Lakes
Snow on the roof
Beer on the floor
Thumb in the ear
To hear Niagara’s cascade
When he got back from Thunder Bay
They said “Let him at the piano”

From Muskegon to Sault Ste. Marie
The Great Lakes are narrow and long
Long so long
Long, long, long, long, long

Knock on the head
Bump on the door
Sounds in the ear
Just like Niagara’s cascade
When he got from Arizona
They said “Let him at the microphone”

From Grand Marais to the sea
The Great Lakes are long
Long, so long
Long, long, long, long, long

Coat on the bed
Beer on the floor
Rain on the roof
To hear Niagara’s cascade
When he got back from Thunder Bay
They said “Let him at the piano”

From Muskegon to Sault Ste. Marie
The Great Lakes are narrow and long
Long so long
Long, long, long, long, long
Track Name: Coughing Kettle
You must concede your position
Some canned sardines a little garlic clove
That will settle the night
Tarbrush tears under a dusty sky
World’s mistrustful, you’ll understand why
Oh oh oh oh oh

Timetable and an apple paring
Left to stew in the coughing kettle
Money burns a hole in the pocket

Thank you for sharing this condition
Miserable life that we can’t escape alive
Though you don’t have to agree
The silk, the glass, the jocularity
All our voices in sweet harmony

Oh oh oh oh oh

Left to stew in the coughing kettle
Money burns a hole in the pocket
Timetable and an apple paring

Your double lucky refund will be coming soon
Gonna mail it to your little tinderbox

I could not come to a decision
10,000 voices murmur advice
Like on a big game show
Name that tune and you’re free to go
Is it “Me and My Shadow?”
No no no no no

Money burns a hole in the pocket
Timetable and an apple paring
Left to stew in the coughing kettle

Your double lucky refund will be coming soon
Gonna mail it to the little tinderbox you built with glue