Parador (Japanese Import)
02. Too Quick To Love
03. Stayin’ Home Again
04. Erase Me
05. Altitudes
06. Joke
07. Through Any Window
08. Drink Up
09. Let Me Run Wild
10. Who Blew Out The Sun?
11. Parador
12. This Is Everything (video)
13. National Council of Jewish Women’s
Thrift Store (video)
Noise McCartney Records BNCP-120 | released 2005 | CD
Japan beat the rest of the world to the punch, first releasing PARADOR as an exclusive enhanced CD with two videos. Co-writers include: Andras Jones, Tracy McMillan, Rebecca Lord, Linus of Hollywood, Andy Dick & Benno Nelson.
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A Teenager In A Record Store
With Shigeru Kishida in Tokyo, 2005
In 1996, a Japanese record store telephoned the sales person at the offices of October Records, requesting 25 copies of the CD SHE be shipped. Eight years later a string of emails hit my inbox from the Japanese record label Noise McCartney, requesting to re-release SHE and with an offer to open up for Quruli––a platinum selling alternative rock band based in Tokyo.
I was familiar with Quruli. By chance, my drummer Christopher McGuire had spent years as a member of the band, living the life of a rock star in Southeast Asia, pounding out his inimitable beats to Quruli’s psychedelic rock sound. So I knew this could be a really explosive opportunity.
Japanese Tour with John Vanderslice, 2005
Turns out Quruli’s lead singer/songwriter Shigeru Kishida was a young teenager in 1996 when he walked into that local record store and saw the 25 SHE’s on an end-cap listening station. He put on the headphones and loved what he heard. When I finally got to meet and play with Shigeru eleven years later, he would tell me in rough English that the album inspired him to write songs and start the band. Those were heavy words considering that Shigeru and I have all the same influences and that he’d built Quruli into one of Japan’s most popular alternative acts. I stood in the wings watching their shows, fairly blown away by their inventiveness, and of course, by the adoration of the thousands of Quruli fans.
On my 2005 Japanese tour, joined by my frequent collaborator Mike Ruekberg and film/TV director Brent Roske, we were treated like royalty, eating at unspeakably delicious restaurants, being introduced to dozens of musicians and industry wonks, enduring full day press junkets, and then playing to sold out venues. The cherry on the sundae was having John Vanderslice on the bill with us, and being awed by the universe he creates with his songs––a lovely human being that JV.
Shigeru also told me (this might be something lost in translation) that he started his own record label for the sole purpose of re-releasing SHE. Noise McCartney Records is his baby and they would be the first in the world to release PARADOR––in conjunction with the tour.
At the time, enhanced CDs were popular in Japan, so the Japanese pressing contains two videos and an extra song not on the US version.
Co-writers include: Andy Dick, Andras Jones, Tracy McMillan, Rebecca Lord, Linus of Hollywood and Benno Nelson.
Watch a backstage performance in Japan by Shigeru Kishida, Willie Wisely & Mike Ruekberg
Album Credits | Lyrics
Produced by: Linus of Hollywood & Willie Wisely
except 05 by Petur Smith & Wisely and 10 by Wisely
Mixed by Chuck Zwicky
Engineers: Linus of Hollywood, Bruce Witkin, Gabriel Mann
Recorded at: Asylum Studios (Culver City), Studio 9 (Hollywood), Franklin Castle (Hollywood), French Hill (West Hollywood), Bruce’s Place (West Hollywood), Weepah Way (Laurel Canyon), Digital Jungle (Hollywood)
Additional recording by James S. Levine, Peter Anderson & Dorian Crozier
Mastered by: Dave Collins (Los Angeles)
String Arrangements: Linus of Hollywood & Willie Wisely
Photography: Shari Simonsen (interior), Brent Roske
Design: Kenji at Bad News
Videos created by Brent Roske
Endless love to my wife Kay. Dedicated to our daughter Ella B. Gilbert Wisely born July 16th 2005.
Additional thanks to everyone who, in ways more sublime than obvious, helped shape this project and bring it to light:
Mark Bacino, Joe Berardi, James Buckley, Kate Clarke, Ryan Daple-Perez, Paul Davis, Andy Dick, Heather Dotson, John Fields, Leslie Frank, Steven Greenberg, Linda Good, James Gunn, Christian Gustafson, Collin, Sarah Hersack, Steve Hurley, Marc Joseph, Jasyon Larson, Magnets For Bad Energy, Dave Maricich, Christopher McGuire, Jimmy “Coup” Mecherle, Robert Pavlicsek, Emily Polsby, Joe Poindexter, Braxton Pope, Quruli & all at Noise McCartney Records, Ed Raeker, Robbie Rist, Brent Roske, Galit Rueben, Nao Sekine, Amanda Stark, Brian Tighe, Patrick Whalen, Jake & Shannon Kim Wisely
All songs by William J Wisely Jr (©2005.Wisely Publishers ASCAP) except add cowriters: Tracy McMillan (©2005.Wisely Publishers ASCAP/Super Joe Music ASCAP)1, Rebecca Elizabeth Lord (©2005.Wisely Publishers ASCAP/Becky Buckskin ASCAP)2,11, James Benno Nelson (©2005.Wisely Publishers ASCAP/National Dynamite Music ASCAP)3, Andras Jones (©2005.Wisely Publishers ASCAP/Previous Music ASCAP)6,8, Linus of Hollywood (©2005.Wisely Publishers ASCAP/ I Can’t Believe It’s Not Music / Figs. D Music, Inc. BMI c/o The Bicycle Music Company)9
Drums:
Rob Kurzreiter 1,6,8,9,11
Adam Marcello 3,4
Peter Anderson 2,8
Petur Smith 5
Guitar:
Wisely 1,2,3,4,5,6,8,9,10,11
Paul Gilbert 1,6,9
Linus of Hollywood 2,3,6,11
Petur Smith 5
Ben Eshbach 7
Bass:
Linus of Hollywood 1,3,9
Bruce Witkin 2,4,6,11
Petur Smith 5
Wisely 8
Keyboards:
Linus of Hollywood 1,3,4,6,11
Wisely 2,5,7,11
Dorian Crozier 3
Petur Smith 5
Brian Kehew 5
Peter Adams 8
James S. Levine 11
Percussion:
Linus of Hollywood 1,2,3,4,6,8,9,11
Wisely 1,6,9,11
Adam Marcello 1
Petur Smith 5
Backing Vocal:
Mike Ruekberg 1
Wisely 5,8
Jimmy Swan 6
Anna Waronker 6
Heather Reid 6
Rebecca Lord 11
Cello:
Peggy Baldwin 2,3,4,9
Violin:
Amir Yaghmai 3,4,9
French Horn:
Probyn Gregory 4,11
Lyrics
This Is Everything
Waiting for my entrance
Blowing past the street signs
Missing every other turn
Still getting there on time
Staring into loop holes
Faking every short cut
Knowing that my very best
Is on the other line
This is everything
Everyone you ever knew
Everywhere you ever went
Looking back at you
Tripped up on a green light
Waiting there for nobody
The future that I left behind
Standing in the way
What about the third time
Hanging in a long line
For a shimmer on a shoulder blade
Won’t you give me a sign
This is everything
Everyone you ever knew
Everywhere you ever went
Lookin back at you
This is everything
Everyone you ever knew
Everywhere you ever went
Looking back at you…
Staring back at you
Too Quick To Love
That dirty old t-shirt never looked better
Than hung on the frame of my beautiful Heather
She’s young, and I’m stung
Through all of the pain and all my denial
The arguments lasted for miles and miles
We went deep, deep into love
It’s so wrong. Maybe Heather
We weren’t made to fly
We got lost
We were too quick to love
The bedroom was burning, sweat on your face
From the golden retrievers that slept ‘cross our legs
I insisted, you resisted
It’s so wrong. Maybe Heather
We weren’t made to fly
We got lost
We were too quick to love
So don’t try and make things better
Though you’re sweet to try
We got lost
We were too quick to love…
If I’m in the kitchen, don’t call down the hall
Stay in the bedroom cause the back doors ajar
I’ll be missing. I need distance
It’s so wrong. Maybe Heather
We weren’t made to fly
We got lost
We were too quick to love
So don’t try and make things better
Though you’re sweet to try
We got lost
We were too quick to love…
If you were the steam train I was the brakes
If you were Manhattan I’m a cabin up state
Long distance
Long distance
Directory assistance
Stayin Home Again
I fought for signs of life behind the crowds
Where flowers die beneath man-made clouds
I swore another year would not go by
And I feel like staying home again
You are just the right medicine
Like long nights staring into white moon
I’ll stay long as you want me to
The whole town sings a song that understands
While freeways cut to ribbons all my plans
I’ve broken down but now I think I’ll stay
Are you for real, let’s get real?
And I feel like staying home again
You are just the right medicine
Like long nights staring into white moon
I’ll stay long as you want me to
And nowhere’s a town I’m getting used to…
Are you for real, let’s get real?
And I feel like staying home again
You are just the right medicine
Like long nights staring into white moon
I’ll stay long as you want me to…
And nowhere’s a town I’m getting used to
Erase Me
Don’t drop by. I’ll be wasted
And I’ll get mean. You don’t want to see that again
You carved a number in the arm of my imagination
So I was too quick to rip out a page of history
But it’s a little sick, the way you tore me to confetti
There’s nothing I can do now, going to burn all we created
But you, you can’t erase me
Songs of love fall on deaf ears wasted
You might think you found my replacement
But you, you can’t erase me
These four thin walls keep me deep in isolation
They watch me bleed, while you’re out walking some new best friend
I’ll go begging in the hall outside his coronation
But you, you can’t erase me
Songs of love fall on deaf ears wasted
You might think you found my replacement
But you, you can’t erase me…
Altitudes
Some call her quiet, others call her just plain weird
We hooked up in England days before she disappeared
Love has a way of crushing those I’ve known
I thought I was strong, wanted you to take control
In my altitudes
These stones can’t wake me, hear them tick my window pane
Her lights burn bright, can’t she recognize my name
You’re not the first to show me your scars of war
Go ahead shatter the glass, imagine what I’ll use it for
In my altitudes
Miles beyond you
Altitudes
I visit her father silent in his wheel chair
Told him I knew what he’d done to her sophomore year
“Someday sir, the dreamers will cage the ghost”
Pressing my face into the hollow of her throat
Everybody knows by now
You’re never going to pin her down
In my altitudes
Miles beyond you
Never amount to
Altitudes
Miles beyond you
My circles confound you know
Altitudes
Altitudes
I’m in my altitudes
Joke
How can you stand there after all we’ve been through
And act as if good fortune’s nothing new?
You had me half believing that if your dream came true
I’d be receiving something too
But that’s a joke
And I was laughing too
But if it’s a joke
I’m a fool
The rat race ran your circles and I had to grab the wheel
The doctor said your ulcer would never heal
That’s a joke
You trying play cool
If it’s a joke
I’m a fool
So now we speak of money which we held in such disdain
How once the world was ours, shit would change
That’s a joke
Guess I’m laughing proof
But if it’s a joke
What’s it to me
What’s that make me
Why am I asking you?
Was that a joke
Cause if it’s a joke
I know what that means
I see what I’ve been
I’ve been fooled
Through Any Window
Early in the morning when the sun comes through any window
Break the promise that each day is a new early morning, through any window
Blue is the memory of her bedroom eyes
Green as the envy I can’t hide
Red is the color she lays so bare
In early morning, through any window
Sunlight kiss me on my head of gloom in early morning
Glide across the bed then fade at noon through any window, in early morning
Blue is the memory of her bedroom eyes
Green as the envy I can’t hide
Red is the color she lays so bare
In early morning, through any window
School bus take them far from home
Take the children far from home
Take the children far from home
Soon to see how sad their lives become, through any window
Blue is the memory of her bedroom eyes
Green as the envy I can’t hide
Red is the color that she lays so bare
In early morning, through any window
In early morning, through any window
Drink Up
These are the days
These are the good ones
After this it’s all down hill
I got a raise
But something smells rotten
All good
Till you can’t pay the bill
Ah
Don’t know what this has to do with drinking
Hooking up, that’s all I want to do
But that old song’s got me thinking
Drink up ah-ah, all your sorrow
Drink up ah-ah, it’s almost tomorrow
Drink up ah-ah, time is borrowed
Drink up tomorrow we’re through
I’ve heard it said
Seen it written
You can’t stand still on a moving train
The seats are soft
Cabin’s air conditioned
You can’t feel
The wind or the rain
Ah
You ride along laughing and drinking
Hooking up with whoever you do
But the train you’re on is a ship that’s sinking
Drink up ah-ah, all your sorrow
Drink up ah-ah, it’s almost tomorrow
Drink up ah-ah, time is borrowed
Drink up tomorrow we’re through
These are the days
Of ones and zeros
After this there’s nothing new
Of all the ways
We could’ve been heroes
Tonight’s the best we’ll do
Ah
I’ll figure out what this has to do with drinking
And hooking up when those days are through
As the harsh truth starts to sink in
Drink up ah-ah, all your sorrow
Drink up ah-ah, it’s almost tomorrow
Drink up ah-ah, time is borrowed
Drink up tomorrow we’re through
Drink up, all your sorrow
Drink up, it’s almost tomorrow
Drink up, time is borrowed
Drink up tomorrow we’re through
Let Me Run Wild
I feel like ripping every vein out of my arm
‘Cause if I do I might feel better
I know you mean it when you say you’re “fucking through”
But give me time yeah, give me time
And let me run wild
Let me run wild
Not trying to mess with you
Something I got to do
Let me run wild
Then like the child I’ll come home
To you
Turn off the TV, look me in the mirror
Watching the weather of my madness
Calling me coward, you know I won’t get near
The suicide yeah, give me time yeah
And let me run wild
Let me run wild
Not trying to mess with you
Something I got to do
Let me run wild
Then like the child I’ll come home
To you…
When I find the child I’ll come home
To you
Who Blew Out The Sun?
Who blew out the sun
Shinned up a ladder and snuffed out the life giving one
Can’t you comprehend the magnitude
When you blew out the sun
Who pulls down the clouds
Drags them down hissing and kicking to die on the ground
Why oh why do I confide in you
When you blew out the sun
How am I so blind as to abide you
Beauty belies you hide every wound
Towards the night we glide me tied behind you
Drawn towards the light of lost afternoons
Who punched out the moon
Picked up a stone and plucked the old bird in the eye
How will I survive your vicissitudes
When you blew out the sun…
Parador
I’m your puddle of water, you jump over me
Your rusty old screen door, come and go as you please
Everything comes to you so easily
There’s so much more to you than me
Oh-no
So I look up find you flying over Parador
Wishing I had wings to fly too, wishing I was self-absorbed
Got to find another hobby, keep me busy and take up time
I’ll forget that you don’t call me and slip inside this dream of mine
Over Parador
Pulling down my scratchy records, collect some extra time
Drop the needle on another reason, to keep your heart from reaching mine
I’m your Mario Lanza’s “Last Concert In Spain”
MCMLXV I got played and played
Feels so lazy, come on and play me
Oh-no
So I look up find you flying over Parador
Wishing I had wings to fly too, wishing I was self -absorbed
Got to find another hobby, keep me busy and take up time
I’ll forget that you don’t call me and slip inside this dream of mine
Over Parador…
Oh-no