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The Science Of Making Choices

by Mieka Pauley

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1.
Another Go 02:53
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
2.
Wreck 03:11
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
3.
First Stone 03:37
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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.
7.
Marked Man 03:30
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
8.
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
9.
Ether Rope 01:04
10.
Frigid 04:06
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
11.
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

credits

released June 26, 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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