The Science Of Making Choices

by Mieka Pauley

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released 26 June 2012
Produced, Recorded & Mixed by Geoff Stanfield at Well Recording, Seattle

Mieka Pauley: Vocals, Guitar, Keys
Geoff Stanfield: Bass, Guitar, Vocals, Keys, Drums/Percussion, Pedal Steel
Kelly VanCamp: Drums/Percussion
Paul Moore: Piano/Keys
Gabriel Mintz: Background Vocals on “Never Fuck a Woman You Don't Love”

Strings by The Parkington Sisters
Strings recorded by Joel Hamilton assisted by Francisco Botero at Studio G, Brooklyn

Mastered By Ed Brooks, RFI Seattle

All Music & Lyrics by Mieka Pauley/The Mess I’m In (SESAC) except where noted

Special Thanks to Methape

Executive Producers: Simon & Cynthia Wasserberger and Bryan Figler

promotional photography: Tom Kershaw & Brian Offidani

artwork: coldwine & tonjiboy

thank you: Benji Rogers, Jayce Varden, Mike Fordham, Matt Lydon & everyone at PledgeMusic. Geoff Stanfield & family. Simon & Cynthia Wasserberger. Bryan Figler. Kelly VanCamp, Paul Moore, Gabriel Mintz. The Parkington Sisters, Joel Hamilton, Francisco Botero. Ed Brooks. Kiri Jewell. Nathaniel Pollard. Noam Weinstein. Brian Cassagnol, Andrew Morgan. Brian Offidani. Tom & Sabrina Kershaw. One True Lana & The Traveling Tin Man, Christopher Romano, Chris Peles, Hollie Satterfield, Peter Marinari & Elise Wei, Jen Figler, Robert E Whittington Jr, Susan & Jack Morgan, Dirk Albrodt, Jackie Davis, Dimitry Dinev, Lennit R Williams, James Mosier, Lynne Lasky, Dave & Carrie Rushlow, Slimay, Parker Varnum, David Buccola, Carrie Kabat, Bruno Hostettler, M Clarke, Christopher Robbins, Erica Bial & Todd Chapin, Alan & Brian Johnson, Meg & Ginny, Steve Weygint, Marisa Debowsky, Steve Ammann, Jim Siegert, Jennifer Susser, Medea Palandjian, Jasmin Littlefield, & Tanya Littlefield, Jo Anne Mixner, Roger Street Friedman, Lin Classon, Courtney Blair, Oguzhan "Ozzy" Bahadir, Benjamin Haas, Stephen Ortado, Stephen D Cook, Ken & Becki Pixley, Chartey & Ashley Quarcoo. Maria Bunstine & Sergio Santos. Mary Carroll. My family Lanny, Susette & Derek Pauley.

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Mieka Pauley Brooklyn, New York

Mieka Pauley possesses a voice that flows like good whiskey and a frankness that makes Alanis Morissette look shy. She conjures up a sonic immediacy with the same masterful command as Ani DiFranco with driving, yearning melodies that stand alongside the work of Michelle Shocked, Neko Case and Emmylou Harris. ... more

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Track Name: Another Go
I'd like to learn the science of making choices
I'd like to learn the art of knowing when
I'd like to learn the science of making choices
In case I get to do it over again

Does someone somewhere know the trick to time travel
That lets me act on everything I know now
Does someone somewhere know that trick to time travel
Cause God and I know how it goes when I'm not allowed

Let's have another go
This time, I won't be a psycho
This time, both my id and ego
Will blow you away

This time I swear that I will consult the experts
And they will lay me out a logical plan
You have my word that I will consult the experts
I'll make them swear there's nothing there I'll misunderstand

Let's have another go
This time, I won't be a psycho
This time, both my id and ego
Will blow you away
Track Name: Wreck
I wanna wreck your home
I wanna get your husband alone
He hasn't met the Happiest Place on Earth yet
I wanna wreck your home

Oh, tomorrow night
I will be waiting at the end of your fight
I will be waiting as he goes for the kill
You won't give in, but you can bet that I will

I wanna wreck your home
I wanna get your husband alone
He hasn't met the Happiest Place on Earth yet
I wanna wreck your home

Oh, tomorrow night
He will be burning as he flips off the light
He will be burning as he slips out the door
He loved you first, but wifey, he loves me more

I wanna wreck your home

Can't stand it, can't stand it
You took this all for granted
Can't stand it, can't stand it
I'm gonna wreck your home
Track Name: First Stone
God bless me, I got my own
This child is rich, and all alone
Lady Day, sing away
You call back those days

Anyway, anyhow
I said it then, I mean it now
I struck the sole blow
And she threw the first stone

God damn these old familiar songs
Each note lingers as I go on
Lady Day, I waste away
Haunted by refrains

Anyway, anyhow
I said it then, I mean it now
I struck the sole blow
And she threw the first stone

That stone
My past won't leave me alone
That song, that song
I can't help but sing along

Anyway, anyhow
I said it then, I mean it now
I struck the sole blow
And she threw the first stone
Track Name: Whiskey Is The Devil, Daughter
Oh you're living in the shadow, daughter
Of a heritage you don't understand
Oh our branches may reach up to heaven
But our roots dig where they can

Oh our river, it's running wicked, yeah I watched it
Oh it's troubling all of your friends
Baby, you watched them just sink in the water
Then you dove, you dove right in

Whiskey is the devil daughter
But you sinned, you sinned
Whiskey is the devil daughter
But you, you, you sinned

Oh what I need is the garden, and I promise
That I would do anything just to get back in
Don't tell me the devil brought you the apple, daughter
When it's you, it's you bit in

Whiskey is the devil daughter
But you sinned, you sinned
Whiskey is the devil daughter
But you, you, you sinned

Oh what I need is the garden, and I promise
That I would do anything just to get back in
Don't tell me the devil brought you the apple, daughter
When it's you, it's you bit in

Whiskey is the devil daughter
But you sinned, you sinned
Whiskey is the devil daughter
But you, you, you sinned
Track Name: Never Fuck A Woman You Don't Love
The ceiling has got cracks and stains
That previously were just blocked by your face
Now my face is red w blood I may keep in my veins
If you just take your last words away

You'd never fuck a woman that you don't love
You don't love, you don't love
You'd never fuck a woman that you don't love
Oh, your god, what have you done

If I had to guess where you would be
I'd say in the shower washing off bits of me
Yeah, witnessing your mistake spin round the drain
Leaving me my disgrace to spin round my brain

You'd never fuck a woman that you don't love
You don't love, you don't love
You'd never fuck a woman that you don't love
Oh, your god, what have you done

What did I do
I only went where my heart led
And it was clearly enough
Enough to make you forget

To never fuck a woman that you don't love
You don't love, you don't love
You'd never fuck a woman that you don't love
Oh, your god, what have you done
Track Name: I Haven't Even Started With You
How does it feel to have enough ?
Is it like washing your hands, elbow deep in the tub -
You take soap and water, take hand one and two,
Rub them together, and at some point you're through ?
But that's not even true, the dirt never comes off -
You can wash them forever, and it's never enough.
My hands are filthy - that's nothing new -
But I haven't even started with you.

Is it like when your friends tell you you've had enough -
They take you aside, all grave and serious ?
Oh, at the time, you swear they are wrong -
How can you keep drowning with nothing to drown on ?
But you wake up the next day, and the sun is too bright
And your skull is too small, and you know they were right.
I can't think or talk straight - that's nothing new -
But I haven't even started with you.

How does it feel to have enough ?
To know that you're done ? To know you're all filled up ?
How does it feel to have enough ?
Is it this loud ? Or this loud ? Should I keep turning it up ?
Till your ears start to bleed - till the neighbors complain -
Till I get what I need - till you're screaming my name.
How does it feel ? God, I wish I knew.
I haven't even started with you.
Track Name: Marked Man
You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man, hey
Get right down on your knees and pray
And thank the Lord I don't have my way
You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man

I will close my eyes, then, three two one
The guilty hide, the guilty run
I'll make you fly till the day I'm done

You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man, hey
Get right down on your knees and pray
And thank the Lord I don't have my way
You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man

Know that I watch everything you do
And hope that I never stop watching you
The day I stop is the day I'm through

You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man, hey
Get right down on your knees and pray
And thank the Lord I don't have my way
You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man

If you search your soul and it sets you free
And you're all contrite like you ought to be
It might get you off, get you right with God
But you'll never be right with me

You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man, hey
Get right down on your knees and pray
And thank the Lord I don't have my way
You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man
Track Name: We're All Gonna Die
Minding my own business
Knock at the door, who is it
Be right there, one minute
Gotta get up and go get it
Got white hair, eyes all crazy
Now most mad men don't phase me
But these guys, I'll admit it
Got me scared, we're finished

The scientists proved it
We're all gonna die
They've got charts, equations
How, when, and why
You did not invite them
And neither did I
But they're here, drink up
We're all gonna die

I go do my laundry
The docs are right behind me
Get lost in some party
These creeps will always find me
Who are they, christ, what is this
I mind my own damn business
Always there to remind me
All about their findings

The scientists proved it
We're all gonna die
They've got charts, equations
How, when, and why
You did not invite them
And neither did I
But they're here, drink up
We're all gonna die

I don't wanna go the way they say
If I gotta go, let it be my way
I don't wanna go the way they say
If I gotta go, let it be my way

The scientists proved it
We're all gonna die
They've got charts, equations
How, when, and why
You did not invite them
And neither did I
But they're here, drink up
We're all gonna die
Track Name: Frigid
I'm caught in a torrent, I've got to come in
But hope keeps me stupid in harsh elements
There's nothing between the sun and I
But a handful of clouds and a few million miles

This cannot be, this cannot be
How he loves me

I get myself pretty, he gets me undone
My lipstick is smeared and my mascara runs
There's nothing between us and outside
But my windows and walls and his lack of time

This cannot be, this cannot be
How he loves me

Next time he's horny, comes sniffing around
He'll find me between the top floor and the ground
Frigid I'll jump, frigid I'll fly
Frigid I'll fall from a respectful sky

This cannot be, this cannot be
How he loves me
Track Name: He'll Never Quite Love Me Enough
This is the stuff
My night's made of
Killer fills up my drink
The one thing that's filled up as much as I need
He'll never quite love me enough