feckless beast

 

Feckless Beast — Feckless Beast

(Self-titled debut album, 2002)

We recorded Feckless Beast at Phase in College Park with our brilliant friend Scott McKnight co-producing. The golden-eared genius Tony Eichler engineered and mixed it with us, and it was masterfully mastered by Jim DeMain. We stole a song from our friends the Major Healeys and borrowed one from Game Theory. No animal testing was conducted, and no artificial intelligence was added. We actually like our label, Suffragette Records. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual angst, guilt, fear, or betrayal is coincidental. All characters, both living and not-living, are only a test. Would you like to buy it? Please, do!

Every song was written and recorded spefically to maximize your personal enjoyment.

In alphabetical order: "belligerent" bernd jaehnigen played drums, percussion, sang very low and turned the knob on a flanger. liz "no nickname" langston played bass and sang on "chair." "feckless" david lee sang, and played the guitar mostly in the left speaker and the all solos in the center. doug "mr. pathetic" mayo-wells sang and played guitar mostly in the right speaker, and all the vestigial acoustic guitars.
julia goodwin from the spontanes and king kilowatt isn't in our band, but she sang quite a lot with us anyway.

  1. Face (2:54)
  2. Alcoholic (3:45)
  3. Forlorn (3:26)
  4. Typecast (3:47)
  5. Don't Entertain Me Twice (4:05)
  6. Lazyboy Chair (3:00)
  7. Every 6 Months (3:42)
  8. Movie Doggerel (2:59)
  9. Tennessee (3:12)

Face

by david lee
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dave sings lead; bernd, doug and julia sing backup

don't lie to me to my face
don't slam the door, don't slam that door
don't make that twisted face
you know i hate it when you make that twisted face
when you make that face
the one i can't replace
that face
ooh
don't tell me you're undone
don't make it up, don't make it up
don't look at me so dumb
you know i hate it when you look at me with that face

Alcoholic

by doug mayo-wells
doug and julia sing

in a seedy bar where bad cover bands
played "mustang sally" and "runaround sue"
we'd drink tequila 'til we keeled over
and shot for shot i could never keep up with you
we'd kiss madly in those dark booths
we would grope each other in the parking lot
we'd get grabby on the dance floor
but back at home you were never quite so hot
i thought that you loved me but you were just an alcoholic
i thought that you loved me but you just just loved the booze (sauce)
i thought that you loved me but you were just an alcoholic
now my hangover's almost as bad as my blues (loss)
now my hair always smells like cigarettes
and my clothes have a sour bourbon stink
all my shoes look quite suspicious
and i can't get those damn stains out of my sink
i'm missing meetings, i'm skipping dinner
my belly gets bigger while the rest of me gets thinner
i've had enough, i'm giving up
i can't wreck my life with the hopes of winning your love
you never kissed me when you were sober
you never answered your phone during the day
we had some fun, girl, but now it's over
'cause my liver just can't carry on this way
i could get cirrhosis, i could get emphysema
i got red eyes, and broken veins
and there's a pounding in my head, love
but it's the ache in my heart drives me insane
i thought that she loved me but she was just an alcoholic
i thought that she loved me but i guess i was bound to lose
i thought that she loved me but she was just an alcoholic
now my hangover's almost as bad as my blues

Forlorn

by liz langston
dave sings

(let's go)
he's not in love with you, he's not thinking of you
he doesn't miss you when he's gone
he never calls to say he's lonely and forlorn
he's not wrapped up in you, he doesn't ask you
what you did all day
he doesn't listen close to what you say
his thoughts are always somewhere far away
but still you keep hoping, hoping again
that soon he will love you the way that you love him
but still you keep dreaming, hoping he'll come through
'cause you think you're the one for him and he's the one for you
(when will you realize)
he's not amused by you, your humor never makes him smile
he says those jokes are not his style
he's either heard them, or they're juvenile
it's true that you wonder if you're wasting your time
you're flailing at windmills, you're out of your mind
you're not in love with him, you love the man that he could be
if he would only start to see
what fun it is to share your company
but still you keep hoping, hoping again
that soon he will love you the way that you love him
but until this happens, you'll be feeling all alone
you'll be waiting by the phone, on those lonely nights alone

Typecast

by doug mayo-wells
doug sings lead; dave and julia sing backup

i'm gonna pretend that i'm all right, pretend i'm in control
pretend that i don't have these gouges cut into my soul
pretend that i'm okay, pretend that i am sane
pretend that there is something more to me than just this pain
(and i) don't want you to ever know
i'm gonna pretend that i don't hurt, pretend that i don't care
pretend that i don't seem to see your face just everywhere
pretend that i don't really have all that much left to hide
pretend to everyone that i don't feel so sick inside
pretend that i can still learn how to forgive
pretend that i can find something to make me want to live
pretend that i don't feel the way that i feel
pretend until all my pretenses become real
(and i) don't want you to ever know
just what it cost me, just what i've been through
how i lost it for a while
and in two years, at a party
i will see you, and i will smile
maybe he will bum a smoke and i will have a glass of wine
and you and i and he will all be fine
'cause if you pretend something long enough, it gets under your skin
if i pretend all this long enough, i think that i can
pretend that i'm all right
don't want you to ever know, more than you will ever know
(i know that it's not cool, but thank god for rock and roll)

Don't Entertain Me Twice

by scott miller
doug sings. scott plays the unexpected organ.
(whoops — now you're expecting it. darn.)

here are the words. our recording has a little bit of this song thrown in, too.

Lazyboy Chair

by liz langston
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dave sings lead; doug and liz sing backup

in a half-assed effort to see it through
you tell them your ideas and what you plan to do
then you worry 'bout the outcome, they all look at you
so you sit in your chair and watch tv
lazyboy chair, lazyboy chair
you know i'll always love you, 'cause you'll always be there
safe between the arms of my lazyboy chair
gonna make a movie starring all of your friends
'bout a gastroenterologist who meets a bad end
and you write a script, even buy the film
then you sit in your chair and watch tv
then no one can say "your movie was bad"
no one can say "your idea was lame
trivial in content, youthfully naive
misdirected, uninspired or destined to deceive"
you get her number 'cause she's right for your play
it's still unwritten but you'll call her the next day
you let her number sit there, 'til your chances slip away
and you sit in your chair and watch tv
the highest point attracts the lightning
the highest grass gets mowed down on the lawn
the first soldier out is the one who gets shot
have i made my point or should i go on?
nothing beats the safety of a lazyboy chair
slightly reclined with my feet in the air
clicking through the channels with a comatose stare
safe between the arms of my lazyboy
lazyboy chair, lazyboy chair
with your velvet seat cushion against my derriere
safe between the arms of my lazyboy chair

Every 6 Months

by david lee
dave sings lead; doug is the almost subliminal ghost

crash and burn again, just like i always do
the spinning spiral must run its course
trapped by the fact that i'm afraid to act
to put myself on the line, put myself on the line
and i wanna scream these words in my head
talk myself into this
want to wrestle myself, and force this down
wanna struggle and fight and stop being so proud
wanna figure it all out, so i can smile now
no action taken again, just like i always do
everytime this happens i up the cost
must no longer sit back, allow my facade to continue to crack
this is no longer working, no longer working
spinning my wheels for so long now
i know i'm doing some harm now
digging myself in a hole now
now i gotta dig me out - stop

Movie Doggerel

by doug mayo-wells
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doug sings lead; julia reads the script and says "ooh" and "ah."

the actor who plays the part of the roommate enters the frame from the left
the sunlight glints in his eyes and his hair is windswept
the actor who plays the part of the roommate has a grocery bag or two
he uses the curb to scrape something from the underside of his shoe
the actor who plays the part of the lover is at a cafe in milan
reading a battered biography of werner von braun
she's distracted from her reading by a wildly careening van
and her view is suddenly blocked by an unidentified man
meanwhile back in new york, it's time to strike the set
the actor in the last scene asks if i've eaten anything yet
we go to a nearby bar, we don't eat anything at all
we eye each other nervously and talk about the stuff on the wall
the actor who plays the part of the lover doesn't know her part too well
and three martinis later i've told her to go to hell
we shoot scenes out of order, put 'em together in the edit booth
the shot list got lost somewhere, so let's just shoot the truth
the actor who plays the part of the roommate is a stand-in for a thought
the actor who plays the part of the lover hasn't got
the actor who plays the part of the roommate has a death scene in reel four
the audience knows that he's been shot but it's not quite sure what for
was it a random accident, is it a reason to grieve
and when you leave the screening room, you won't know what to believe

Tennessee

by the major healeys
dave sings lead; bernd, doug and julia sing backup

articles written for the feckless
sprout from zines appreciably stapled
"go to hell" the headline screamed in boldface
he meant to call home by nine
by the time we got to nashville
all the good hotels were gone
by the time we made some sense of all these swingers
who stayed up, stayed clean, stayed long
will you take a shell card for a mobil?
will you call the owner in des moines?
double a's dying in the bassman
gotta stop, the oil light's on
by the time we got to knoxville
all the three piece groups were done
by the time we made some sense of all these woodmen
who emerged from woodwork yawns
all the good ones are gone
all the good ones will be
by the time we got to memphis
all the good hotels were gone
by the time we heard a charlie rich tribute
sung by paul, the liege of song

 

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