KING KONG GIRIO 1

by King Kong Girio

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02:28
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credits

released 01 October 2011

recorded at The Electrical Room/ Slaughterhouse 754.
mixed at Slaughterhouse 754
mastered by Richard G. Benoit

recorded and mixed by Mitchell Girio
additional tracks recorded by Ralph Pastore at home.


1. Open Letter To Paris Hilton
2. At The Smiling Buddha
3. Moonlight
4. Annabelle
5. You Won't Say It

Mitchell Girio - vocals, guitars, bass, Farfisa Matador, Korg MS 2000, banjitar, glockenspiel, Mellotron samples, upright piano, percussion, type writer
Mike Gasselsdorfer - drums
Ralph Pastore - Farfisa organ, accordion, mandolin, melodica - track 5
Prince Perry - vocal - track 5
Michel Verrier - Yamaha organ - track 1
Yvonne Moir - baritone and tenor saxophones - track 1
Alex McMaster - cellos - track 2
Shawn Sage - harmonica - track 5

all songs written by M. Girio

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Track Name: Open Letter
Open Letter To Paris Hilton
(M. Girio)

Oh, how the West was won
With just a hint of cherry balm
Stretched out from perfect teeth
A crown of gum dropped to the street
Passing all the little shops
With their worthless jewels and candy floss
You’d buy them up if you could
Well now, you probably would

PINK DRESS AND PLASTIC HEART
YOUR STIFF SMILE'S A PIECE OF ART
STARING BACK AT YOURSELF, DO YOU RECOGNIZE
ALL THE POISON IVY STRUNG OUT LIKE CHEAP CHRISTMAS LIGHTS
DOES THE WORLD REALLY NEED ANOTHER GIRL LIKE YOU?

Marching to the bass drum
The young and old, the very dumb
Reading their magazines
The front, the back, not in between
Spotted at the restaurant
With your famous friends at their favourite haunts
They’d turn you in if they could
Well now, they probably would

All hail the tall blond chief
Who rules with fists of disbelief
Rise up straight to the top
Like bubble trapped in a can of pop
The faithful fans of soft boiled teens
Who hang on words from their gutter queen
The want to be just like you
Oh hell, count me in, too
Track Name: At The Smiling Buddha
At The Smiling Buddha
(M. Girio)

I while away the summer hours
The sunlight falls in through the door
I’m staring down onto the dust
That’s covering the floor
Slumped into the booth I read
By the glow of the TV
A stranger calls to someone else
“Tell me how you’ve been”

Brad’s at the bar, he don’t know why
Nobody comes out much anymore
Just a last dying breath, a murdered scene
That everyone ignores

AT THE SMILING BUDDHA THEY CALL IT A NIGHT
HALF A DOZEN PATRONS AND TWO OF THEM FIGHT
IT FEELS LIKE SOMETHING’S WRONG
WHEN EVERYTHING’S RIGHT
I KNOW I CAN’T STAY, BUT THEN I JUST MIGHT
AT THE SMILING BUDDHA

Order up another glass
Melting back into my seat
Recalling all the friends I failed
The ones who failed me
I’m staring up at the clock
The silence buzzes in my head
I hold my wrist, I check my pulse
I feel like the walking dead

Brad’s at the bar....
Track Name: Moonlight
Moonlight
(M. Girio)

Moonlight
How do you shine so
When I feel so low
And crawl beneath?
Alright
I could not say it
Could not convey it
When I should have

In the sky
There reflecting
The midnight sun
I’m here on Earth
Have expecting you to fade or burst
Oh, moonlight

So now
If I’m not mistaken
I will awaken
All by myself
Moonlight
Can you please save me?
Or I will soon be...
Track Name: Annabelle
Annabelle
(M. Girio)

Annabelle
Your world has come undone
Quickly dissolving on your tongue
The girl you thought you’d be
Is someone else’s history
From some forgotten seed

WHEN HALF THE WORLD IS SLUMBERING
YOU LIE AWAKE HALF WONDERING
WHO WILL LEAVE SOMETHING HERE FOR ANNABELLE?

Everyday the sunlight hits it’s mark
Crawling up slowly from the dark
The cracks you cannot see
At night are spreading out like weeds
From some forgotten seed

You kick your shoes off in the park
Feel the rush of air that’s singing
Feet touching the sand that’s stinging
Don’t believe a word
You can remember
Your still Annabelle

With no one to absolve you
Because the problem still revolves around the fear
That’s floating in the atmosphere
That’s coming oh so near
Track Name: You Won't Say It
You Won’t Say It
(M. Girio)

Down on my street
Under the roof
Out on the floor
You and I
Drinking the proof
Mixing the juice
So f--ked up and smiling

I’M SINGING OUT OF TUNE
YOU SAY I’VE GOT THE WORDS ALL WRONG
I’M SO IN LOVE WITH YOU
YOU SAY IT’S ALL THE SAME OLD SONG
HOW CAN I TELL THE TRUTH
IF YOU WON’T SAY IT

You brush my arm
And give me the shivers
So I take your drink
You wrestle me for it
You cry out loud
Say “it isn’t fair!”
Well, it isn’t anything, no, if...

We get up to dance
And fall on the floor
Can’t stop from laughing for almost an hour
I kiss your face
And you roll away
And howl at the moon