What Goes Around Comes Around

by Tales of Young Robert

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Tales of Young Robert recorded only one album, which we affectionately referred to as our "album-on-cassette"; back in 1989, only bands with lotsa money could afford to release CDs. So we chose ten of our thirty-odd original songs to record, then recorded and released them on analog tape; and here they are now, for you to enjoy.

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released August 31, 1989

TALES OF YOUNG ROBERT:
Nate Butler: guitars, keyboards, vocals
Darren Embry: bass, vocals
Stanley Schaffer: drums & percussion, vocals
John W. Koontz: percussion, keyboards, vocals
Mark Ribera: vocals, tenor & soprano saxophones, keyboards

Engineered by Lance Kincade. Recorded at On Broadway Studio, Fresno, California, USA. Mixed by Gook & The Geeks. Extra big thanks to Bob Martin and West Coast Sound.

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Track Name: Groceries
GROCERIES - words by Nate Butler & Andrew Chittick, music by Nate Butler
Wandering these lonely aisles, I smell the faces, hear the smiles
Watching all the raw fresh meat
I have no money; I don't eat
Fat old ladies in Mercedes
Post-war babies of the 80's
Save me ... or just buy me groceries

Handsome men in five-piece suits
Anarchistic Puss-In-Boots
Show me ... you could always blow me away

Well, I live in a sewer hole; I smoke a bowl to soothe my soul
I go into Food King just to get some munchies -- I get busted
Fat old ladies in Mercedes
Post-war babies of the 80's
Save me ... or just buy me groceries

Handsome men in five-piece suits
Anarchistic Puss-In-Boots
Show me ... you could always blow me away

Wandering these lonely aisles, I smell the faces, hear the smiles
Watching all the raw fresh meat
I have no money; I don't eat
Fat old ladies in Mercedes
Post-war babies of the 80's
Save me ... or just buy me groceries

Groceries
I need groceries
Buy me groceries
Give me groceries
Track Name: Cryonics
CRYONICS - words & music by Nate Butler
Decline days signed away -- another day might slow me down
The time I'm about to face would be easier sleeping through it
Cryonic sleep is where Disney is,
And he's got a world to prove what he really did
He'll see tomorrow
And the years are his to borrow

Cat's away, mice will play
Cat lives, and he will bring you down
I like tea, but fidelity would be easier sleeping through it
Another dream like this one, and I could be giving up and missing out

For love I don't need to borrow, and the years would fill with sorrow
Have them do their work; I won't be a jerk

Call in the fidelity police, to put my libido to sleep
To put me in my place
Don't forget my file number, please
The cabinet of my cryonic freeze
The sweetest scientist is in your face
The sweetest scientist is in your face, your face

I'm waiting, impatient; I'm probably wanted somewhere now
I take it this is the only way to beat impatience
My heart goes under the knife of ice, for future, be my wife

Today would be tomorrow
And the years are mine to borrow
Have them do their work; I won't be a jerk

Call in the fidelity police, to put my libido to sleep
To put me in my place
Don't forget my file number, please
The cabinet of my cryonic freeze
The sweetest scientist is in your face
The sweetest scientist is in your face, call them
Call them, call them, call them
Track Name: It Is What It Wasn't
IT IS WHAT IT WASN'T - words & music by Stan Schaffer
You were thinking yesterday, and I didn't know just what to say
'Cause I saw you before, it wasn't much more than a daydream
It isn't that the runner stumbled (isn't that the way?)
It just that he got pushed from behind
Caught in his prime, and hearing the audience laughing at someone

But don't be surprised, when the jury returns
They're doing a job for the system
Pointing the finger at somebody new
Hoping he's not the one they decide is the one this time

The innocence is missing, taken from the young one's hearts
Who hadn't the chance to take time and speak up for what they believed in, around them

But don't be surprised, when the goals are revealed
Nobody wants to be president (no one, who)
"Don't get involved" is the easy way out
Living in doubt, without caring the ending's in sight

I'm tired of tryin' to find the answer, but can't avoid the open space
Don't lose your faces, they may be the only things left to you ...
You're looking for direction? Well, stop trading things for each other
Turn off the wind; the heat's only bad when you think it is

And he'll realize, when the lost are the found,
Time isn't all that irrelevant
Pointing the finger at somebody new
Hoping he's not the one they decide is the one this time
This time, this time ...
Track Name: Noise Shy
NOISE SHY - words & music by Nate Butler
You got the right and the bite and the plight of the king of the country, yeah
You've got the right and the bite of the king of the country
You got the ride and abide by the king of the country
And you'll never have powers now that you, you realize that
You got the right and the bite and the plight of the king of the country, yeah
You've got the right and the bite of the king of the country
You got the ride and abide by the king of the country

And your assets are shrinking
And that's finally got you to thinking, where will you feel now?

I'm afraid of other people, so I live on my own
I don't trust myself, so I'm never alone
Don't notice me, I'm here to be seen
I want you like madness, but if you touch me I'll scream
Nobody makes big noise for shy boys
And I'm walking all the way home
Going to make some noise tonight ...

You got the right and the bite and the plight of the king of the country
You've got the right and the bite of the king of the country
You got the ride and abide by the king of the country
And you're smellin' the flowers now ... that ...
That you ... you realize that
You got the right and the bite and the plight of the king of the country, yeah
You've got the right and the bite of the king of the country
You got the ride and abide by the king of the country

And your assets are shrinking
And that's finally got you to thinking, where will you feel now?

I'm afraid of other people, so I live on my own
I don't trust myself, so I'm never alone
Don't notice me, I'm here to be seen
I want you like madness, so if you touch me I'll scream
Nobody makes big noise for shy boys
And I'm walking all the way home
Going to make some big noise tonight ...
Tonight ...

Make noise, shy boys
Make noise, shy boys
Make noise, shy boys
Take toys, make noise ...
Track Name: Big Lie
BIG LIE - words & music by Nate Butler and Tales of Young Robert.
Blueprint from a tangled mind
(You talk an awful lot)
You want to make a fortune
And I, me , moi, yo ... yo mama!
Never thought I'd sing "mama"
She didn't want me to come to parties like this (hit it!)
You're gonna tell the truth tonight -- right?

Try to rip off all my clothes, shove my body up your nose
Provide you with another dose, the only defense
For poison like this outside of my fence
Big Lie is coming, and I'm pretty tense
No sense in lying under false pretense ... "YOU COMIN'?!"
Why lie?

Got to go, but I can't leave
(You talk an awful lot)
And what a big decision; and what isn't a big decision?
Make it with big precision
I never wanted to come parties like this (hit it!)
You're gonna tell the truth tonight -- right?

Try to rip off all my clothes, shove my body up your nose
Provide you with another dose, the only defense
For poison like this outside of my fence
Big Lie is coming, and I'm pretty tense
No sense in lying under false pretense ...

Why lie?
Why lie?
Track Name: Lon Chaney
LON CHANEY - words & music by Nate Butler
We were a traveling troupe
Together, until you flew the coop
All the world is a stage
I hadn't noticed 'til I turned a few heads in a fit of rage
But there's more than one movie
(Though your departure did create a void)
Still, there's more than one person ...
If I play them all, that should keep me occupied

I'd like to, but I won't see you
(You'll have to see me sooner or later)
In London After Midnight
You'll see my face, and I'll get paid, dear

But don't look for more than the latest horror
You can read the exterior, but not beyond

And I will be The Man of A Thousand Faces
And I'll be seen visiting the world's locations
Bringing characterizations through my eyes
This black-and-white life won't be colorized
But for only one audience do I read reviews, and you will see me

Haunting the Opera House; swinging in the bell tower
The kind of work I'm in now -- it lets me make up every hour

I don't claim that I'm the first; Lon Chaney was the pioneer
At hiding thoughts, I'm the worst
But with rehearsal, I'll get cleaner

So don't ask for more than the latest horror
You can read the exterior, but not beyond

And I will be like The Man of A Thousand Faces
And I'll be seen visiting the world's locations
Bringing characterizations through my eyes
This black-and-white life won't be colorized
But for only one audience do I read reviews, and you will see me
Review me
You already previewed me
If you will excuse me, please ...
Track Name: Hell Night At The Dream Factory
HELL NIGHT AT THE DREAM FACTORY - words & music by Nate Butler
Thinking it over, thinking it over ...

We know that your life was never organized
But an impending riot may have altered all we subsidized
Days have shown that your obsession has grown, not worn
The dreams are over, because you've overdrawn

It's not that your imagination's poor, you just don't for for walks no more
Did you forget what dreams are for?
We're up here thinking it over, we're up here thinking it over

Pull scarf tight, though it's still too light for streetlamps
Every street is old, every day is cold, and everything to touch is damp
The city rains, but inside your brain the atmosphere is warm
"Take that back," you'd say, "take it back."

There's no world outside your thoughts
Wrapped up in this evening's plot
You shouldn't have asked for what you've got ... it's not

Assembly-line's blocked, the editor's shocked
Downstairs a sweat-shop worker screaming:
"Well, she's got her own mind; why don't she take the time?
There's more of us could use own dreaming!"
And upstairs the stenographer's demanding a piece of the peace that you've been given
They're blowing a fuse, they've been playing the muse too long
Now they won't do your thinking

We're working very hard, and you can't contend
To push is something I wouldn't recommend
We're holding meetings you don't attend ... my friend ...
My friend!

Take me somewhere ...
Take me, take me somewhere, I don't care where!
Take me somewhere ...
Take me, take me somewhere!
Track Name: Pied Piper
PIED PIPER - words & music by Nate Butler
There's not a problem you can solve
By sitting and crying and talking to the wall
Before your city falls, I call
And there isn't a need for you to get involved
I'm looking out, I'm looking in
And I've got clout; a talent could be sin

And it couldn't be, it couldn't be taken
It couldn't be taken for granted; take my word, handle me
And I'm looking for all the clues to set you free
And you know that I'm gonna solve the mystery

'Cause you've gotta be free, yeah
Payin' bills ain't a pretty thing, but you gotta be free, yeah
Taste the earth beneath your feet, grovel in it just a little with me

Now, I've assessed this case
And I've seen it before, there is no time to waste
So let's not in haste do away with the business at hand, and I will set a rate
I'm looking out, I'm looking in
And I've got clout; a talent could be sin

And I will not be, I will not be taken
I will not be taken for granted; take my word, handle me
And I'm looking for all the clues to set you free
And you know that I'm gonna solve the mystery

'Cause you've got to be free, yeah
Payin' bills ain't a pretty thing, but you gotta be free, yeah
Taste the earth beneath your feet, grovel in it just a little with me

And I will not be, I will not be taken
I will not be taken for granted; take my word ...
As we shake, I feel the glance not in your hands
That says, you might betray
But I'm not worried, 'cause I've got plans ...
Track Name: Company's Coming
COMPANY'S COMING - words & music by Stan Schaffer
Sitting, listening, thinking everything was right on time
Then I reflected along with the mirror
Riddle me this, Mr. Williams -- bear in mind my hopes and dreams
Will the decisions arrive in their own time?

And can you change your life forever?
While my financial status takes it's own
Don't get in it's way, you'll only get hurt
Stay out of the way, you'll surely get hurt

My home burned down last week
I lost my job; my girlfriend split
Should I just spit in the wind and begin cessation now?
"Now, don't throw in the towel," he told me, stirring peace of mind
"You're not the kind to leave something unfinished" (finish what you start)

"And try to change your life forever; feeling, knowing what you do is right
You might find yourself succeeding, bringing your abilities to light
Stand up for your rights; you're not yourself down
You'll be alright, don't let yourself down."

Sitting, listening, thinking everything was right on time
Then you reminded me not to be so complacent
You helped me out, Mr Williams; I owe you the world and more
Someday I'll even the score with my future fortune

By then I'll have changed my life forever
Feeling, knowing what I do is right
Well, I might find myself succeeding ... following the light
Stand up for my rights; I'm not myself down
Well, I'll be alright, and I won't let myself down
Down
Down
Down ...
Track Name: Manifest Destiny
MANIFEST DESTINY - words & music by Nate Butler
History is clear to me, lots of books to read
Man has always hated fellow man in thought and deed
But killing power was limited until this century
Now clever man has whipped ways to annihilate the scene; and sane men scream

The Russian bombs attack ...
Kiss the heads and send them back!
Either side resorting to homicide
Don't call on me for help, and I don't just mean myself

Oh, referee of history, jump in and make a call
Just slow it down, impeach the clown
Because he's made fools of us all
You know that Eastern ways mean 'Purple Haze' to those 'men of civilization'
But the East will only cry and die, as all the world learns
And burns to blame my nation -- my nation!

If the Russian bombs attack ...
We'll kiss the heads and send them back!
Either side resorting to homicide
Don't call on me for help ... don't call
Couldn't we just shake hands and part?
This saga could have had a happy start
And we must be free, the Russians and me!
But that's not a manifest destiny ...
Not now, not now!
Not now, not now!
Not now, not now! No, not now ...