The wind is whippin’ and the waves are high
Let’s run for cover before we die
Beach party gone bad, beach party gone bad.
Call the band off and warn the fans
this party’s over before it began
Beach party gone bad, beach party gone bad.
The bench is empty and the beach is bare
Only fools would even venture there
Beach party gone bad, beach party gone bad.
The air is biting and the water’s cold
Our tale of sorrow may someday be told
Beach party gone bad, beach party gone bad.

Yes, yes - a true story for the DNA band for which Scary and Martian belonged.  Arriving at Sylvan Beach for a gig that was crushed by driving winds, a downpour of rain, lightning, and the disappointment of not being warned in advance by the oh-so-caring club owners.

Beach Party Gone Bad (Live)Written by Martian MarkArrangement by the CEEMartian Mark: guitarDanny Ray: drums, background vocalsScary Gary: bassCosmic Billvis: vocals, guitar

 

Get around now, get around now, now (repeatrepeatrepeatrepeat)

Well I’m sitting on top of the world
this lonely and fragile world
There’s room for only one chair
but anyway meet me there

It’s take about how now we do the chance
you’re so fine, we’re entwined in twilight dance
The sunset sighing echo puts us in our trance
and beauty live eye smiles on our romance

Oh I’m sitting on top of the world
this lonely and fragile world
and beauty live eye smiles on our romance
and beauty live eye smiles on our romance

Sitting on Top Of the World
produced by Eel-Ray
Written by Cosmic Billvis
Cosmic Billvis: Guitars, Bass, Synthesizer, vocals
Danny Ray: Drums, Background Vocals
Billvis uses z-vex fuzz machine (exclusively um sometimes)

Here it comes, the last days of Summer
Here it comes the very last days for me
To be driving ‘round this town
regarded as everybody’s favorite clown
Here it comes the last days for me, for me

Here it comes, the last days of Summer
Here it comes the very last days for me
To be driving in my car
it never really took me very far
Here it comes the very last days for me, for me

Well I’ve got a search light in my headlight
I’m looking for a place to go
And where I’m gonna end up hangin’ out
well baby, I just don’t know
Put a 50 in my gas tank
I’m gonna rev it ‘til it runs dry
And when I get to where I’m going baby,
don’t know if I’ll laugh or cry

Here it comes, the last days of Summer
Here it comes the very last days for me
Oh, I’m just sitting around baby, just a-waisting time
I’ll see you in the funny papershey baby, baby bye bye!
Here it comes, the last days of Summer
Here it comes the very last days for me
I’m leaving in the Midnight hour!

Flying Waffles (Jam)Written by Scary Gary, Danny Ray, Martian Mark, Cosmic Billvis

Last Days of Summer
Written by Bill Eel
Arrangement by CEE

Players:
Martian Mark:Guitar
Scary Gary: Bass
Danny Ray: Drums
Cosmic Billvis: Guitar, Vocals

Just in time for the downhill side of the summer of 2009.  "Last Days of Summer" written by Cosmic Billvis is given a great treatment by the band.  A tip of the hat to the greats Wilson Pickett and Steve Cropper for the outro.  But first there are two minutes of impromptu sonic tinkering.   "Flying Waffles" is so named in reference to the Funk-N-Waffles in Syracuse where this was recorded.  Commentary welcome.