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Less Yackin', More Snackin'

by ROQUE

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1.
Cradle 03:49
Chorus: Woman, oh woman, gonna rock me to death. Cradle, oh cradle, I'm falling. Lover, oh lover, I can't tell what you meant. Cradle, oh cradle, I'm falling. I didn't meet you long ago, I've never seen your distant land. I've only seen your azure eyes, I've only felt your steady hand. How do you say that in your language? How can I make this all right? Sometimes I need to be together. I think that we should drive all night. Chorus. I saw the smoke spray from your nostrils, I saw the stain upon your teeth. I want to rise and go together, I want to hold you in my sleep. I want to think of you forever whenever smoke gets in my eyes. I want to hold you when you're sleeping, I want to hold you when you cry. Chorus. So won't you hold me in your time. I know I'm hard to understand. Please be happy, and you'll make me happy, too. Time we've spent is but grains of sand.
2.
Pretty One 03:56
Pretty One: Oh pretty one, are you tangible? Do you breathe, or are you magic? Are you swift and shallow; do appearances betray you? Holding you, I trace your flesh, supple muscle, bones of willow, hair of winter sunsets blown by kisses from within you. Pretty one, have you no idea, or do you try to leave behind you all the broken hearts you used as stones to build your future. Closer now, I taste your neck. In my mouth, you tense your tendons. Every sound within you passes through me as a closed door. Pretty one, do your eyes delight to see the dawn of new beginnings? Does the saffron sunset make you laugh or make you weep? Now I feel the life within you, touching me and warming me. Are you swift and shallow, or does stillness make you deep? Chorus: I will try to love you just the best I can, and I will try to pledge you heart and mind and hand. Oh pretty one, will you dance with me, spinning, turning, falling to me. Do you find me pleasant, or does confidence betray you? Closer now, I feel your sweat on your hands behind my neck. Salty, you are tasty as you shine with bitter dew. Pretty one, will you never lie; will I fear the truth instead? What is left when hope is gone and emptiness surrounds me? Close my eyes, I probe inside, gently sifting piles of memory. All is open, but there are no signs to point the way. Pretty one, you are beautiful, I have glimpsed your crystal caverns. I have felt your gentle eyes like light upon my shadows. Closest yet, I see your heart, rainbows fill it up with colors. Rosy, you are happy, let us hope it's always with you. Chorus.
3.
Something Out: If I could have the wisdom to know when my mouth runs away.... I'd be a better man to fight your pain if I knew what I should say. If I could have the courage to let a spark grow into flame, I'd be a warmer man beneath the stars by a fire that lasts the rain. Chorus: Haunt me, hook me, overlook me, throw my heart a bone. I miss you when you're gone, so why can't we work something out. If I could have the tick-tocks to work the knots out of this cord, I'd be a better man who knew you well, but time I can't afford. I must confess impatience has cost me more than I could pay. Were I a better man, I'd read your mind, but I fear I've lost the way. Chorus. Br: Haunt me, hook me, overlook me, throw my heart a bone. How much time is there, anyway? How much time?
4.
Winter Heat 04:21
Winter Heat: If you were alone and needed someone, I would dig my grave, I would wait for you. If only I knew that in the end, you'd be by my side, I would wait for you. No matter how cold the icy ground, I would take your pain just to be with you. Chorus: I see the shadows of the winter heat dissolving in your eyes. If you were afraid that I would hurt you, I would break my hands just to reach for you. If only to feel your silken touch on my crooked hands, on my crooked face. If I could deserve a tender kiss, I would dig my grave, I would wait for you. Chorus. If I could convince your winter lips that I'm not the beast that you think of me, I would be happy just to wait if I knew that you would be there for me. I'll leave you my darling. I'll leave you my dear.
5.
I have no things to leave behind me, I have no past to hold me back, 'cause I am here now, with you, that is my life. I have no recent inconclusions, I have no reason to doubt your simple ways 'cause I am here now, with you, that is my life. I have no cloudy preconceptions, I've no idea what I might expect from you, but I am here now, with you, that is my life. I have no weight upon my shoulders, my mind is clear, but my conscience knows a way, to find you here now, the essence of my time. Chorus: What is real, I ask the essence of a flower, and what instead is in my mind? Am I in circles, or a spiral towards a center? What is the essence of my time? There are no questions you must ask me, I've no demands or behavioral codes, but I am real, here in the shadow of your life. I walk and talk, but only through you, I open gates, but I keep the fires away, and I am here now, with you, that is my life. I have here instruments of torture, I have here cures beyond your wildest dreams, and I am here now, with you, that is my life. I have here instruments of pleasure, I have here tears to salt your very eyes, but I am here now the essence of my time. Chorus. I have no fear as I approach you, I've no idea how I'm losing my control, but I am here now, with you, that is my life. I have my wings, but they are budding, I have a compass, but it does not show the way to find you here, now --the essence of my time.
6.
All Blown Up 03:57
I don't care if you're made of air. I don't mind if you waste my time. Look at me, all blown up, I've put myself in pieces. If you care, then you'll never call. If I'm solid, then I'll surely fall. Look at me, all blown up, I've put myself in pieces. Chorus: I didn't want you at first, I just thought you'd be good for a while. I didn't need you at first, I just thought you'd be nice for a smile. But then I looked inside your heart --it's so magic and tragic, I've got to have it. I don't see what you think of me. I don';t hear what I ought to fear. Look at me.... I might fright if you spoke delight. Close my eyes from a nice surprise. Look at me.... Chorus. I suppose if I'm on my toes I'll propose and hand you a rose. Look at me.... It never ends, no, it just pretends. No last line in this life of mine. Look at me.... Chorus.
7.
Too Much 05:34
Too Much: Chorus: I would love to love you, I would kill to steal you, I would steal to touch you, I want too much. I must control my rage again, but still it coaxes, "give in." I feel so hard, so cold. I wish I had your hand to hold. Now, as I wander through my mind, I cannot face what I might find. I feel you slipping far away. Will this dog ever have his day? Chorus. The swingset clatters in the wind. The starlight shines on me so thin. The midnight field, my toes are bare. I smell you in the misty air. I will not blame you for tonight. You could not see him in that light. And what you shared you lost to him. I will not damn you for this sin. Chorus. I must disguise myself again, so you can't see how hard it's been. I feel so empty and misplaced --my search for substance yielding space. I see your eyes in yellow skies, the sunset thinks you are unwise. Then all at once, you slip away. My lunge to grab you is too late.
8.
Cocoon 05:09
Lift up your eyes now, Jodi. Don't tell me what they've done. I'm sorry the world's as tart as that. Shouldn't there be some kind of cocoon to take your pain away? I'll help you inside now Jodi, but I can't give you peace. I'm sorry that that takes so much time. Shouldn't there be some kind of cocoon to take your pain away. Chorus: Step inside and find your old cocoon on the doll shelf in your old bedroom. Find it dusty --fragile to the touch. Realize you can't make it your crutch. Butterflies must always carry on. You can't crawl back; you've been out here too long. Please, Jodi, cry. If you hold this coal, it won't cool down. Please, Jodi, fly. You must trust your wings or fall and drown. Look at the lights now, Jodi. Herein, you will be safe. Stay with a crowd 'til the dawning of day. Try to not think of the kind of cocoon that hides your face away. Look at the sun now, Jodi. Know that you can fall in love. Know that this love shall be returned. you can find love outside a cocoon and flutter down south again. Chorus.
9.
Running Away 02:29
Once a man set out to dream; like a sculptor, he would cut and labor the living stone, but he's still not done. He pictured wings --pictured and felt them With his eyes, he knew the dangers. Other men had gone there long before. Chorus: Here I am once again, dreaming a dream with your voice at the end. All I hope or pretend is you're still not running away. Then he turned, looking for angels, facing the forms of succubi Whose hideous screams he'd never heard before. Down the path, roses and violets, smelling of lilacs, farmgirls and tyrants, and haystack attractions under dewy moon. Chorus. Br: Your beautiful angry eyes cover me with, smother me with questions. I'm a dirty young man, dirty little boy, clay in your hands, your perpetual toy, praise in your eyes, pain in your cries, dirty young man --people can't stand me. On the road, off in the distance, rising smoke from the tribal fires of the very angels he was searching for. In his mind, under the ocean, kisses of mermaids licking his salt lips --ways of life he'd never dreamt before.
10.
Sleep 04:34
Put down reality, put down identity. Pick up the fantasy, sleep. Walk down the secret path, slow down --don't run so fast. Reach out and hold my hand, please. Drink from the hidden stream, don't be afraid to dream. Trust me --I'm what I seem, sleep. Look through the broken glass. Dead blood, it dries so fast. Fall now and hear the last scream. Chorus: When you have nowhere left to turn, then turn to me. When you feel ice within your veins, I'll set you free. When you have no more strength to run, I will protect you. Sleep. Put down resistance, put down persistence. Turn to submission, sleep. Change what you cannot change, all else must stay the same. realize internal flame, dream. See through your blinded eyes, let go --be hypnotized. Broken hope, now realized, sleep. I hold the magic key. Come now, and carry me. Look deep and you will see your mind. Chorus.

about

Highly-sensationalized notes on the 2000 CD re-release of Less Yackin’, More Snackin’:

This album, considered by many to be ROQUE’s finest, proved to be their last. Divisive elements had long festered within the band, in particular Nick Walsh’s raging drug problems. Says songwriter Cody Weathers: “Nick was just so clean-cut and upstanding --he got so angry about drug use by our peers that he couldn’t focus on the music anymore.” Walsh was in all likelihood led astray by former bandmate Colby Goff who had been elected Student Body President at Cherry Creek High School and purportedly “got Nick into” hard-core student government and other “clean living” preppie behaviors that ultimately were a greater weight than the fabric of the band could bear.

Weathers continues, “you contrast that with the hard partying lifestyle of the rest of the band from Speranza’s cocaine enemas to Fried’s potsmoke SCUBA system to my denatured-alcohol breakfasts, and you can see who was a rock star and who was --well, Student Body Vice-President.”

And what of Neil MacPherson, the brilliant young keyboardist who replaced Matt “Keyheim” Preheim? How did his introduction into the mix affect tensions in the band, either positively or negatively?

“Neil got mighty spacey at times. Naturally, this created conflict with Nick’s surfing solo style. I mean, all this discord is great for the listeners, but we’re only human --how much force can we resist? We’re weak, the answer is very little. The band broke up over spaciness versus surfiness and whether certain tie-wearing sissy members were sick of getting Taco Bell at practices and would rather we make PB&J and donate the Taco Fund to the homeless. Crap like that. For Pete’s sake, Nick, must your judgement and that of America be on us, the junkie musicians?!”

And not then because the band members were going to different colleges?

“Are you kidding? That’s just record label PR, man.... I mean John Fried blew a million dollars on Tijuanan Chicken Whores. A Million Dollars! We were riding an out-of control wave of preppie good looks and drugged-up realism and crazy illegal bestial sex acts. If we’d wanted to stay together, we would have.”

credits

released July 1, 1992

Don't Hate the Players(clockwise from L):
John Fried: bass, speech
John Speranza: guitar, backup vocals, speech
Neil MacPherson: keyboards, backup vocals
Cody Weathers: lead vocals, drums
Nick Walsh: lead guitar, backup vocals

with:
Cat Mayhugh: backup vocals
Joh3n O'Meara: backup vocals

all songs written by Cody Weathers (c)(p) 1992, all rights reserved
produced by Cody Weathers
engineered by Bill Prentiss at Audioworks, Englewood CO

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Cody Weathers Portland, Oregon

Multi-instrumental scat-singing acoustic-rock fool-for-hire. Card-carrying nerd since 1989. Not afraid of hyphens. Super powers include: [deleted for reasons of national security].

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Hard rock sensibilities fused with acoustic upbringing and jazz acumen operating in a truly independent consonant harmonic system.
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