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Coma Savant
Bloan
Theme from 'Jesus'
Uncle Runkle
Baker St.
Ferris Wheel
Tea In The Park
Eating Machine
Dancer
Cardboard Coffin
Indian Summer
Charlie

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Released in April, 2002
Uvulittle Records

Jon Hain :: Guitar
Joey Zarda :: Bass Guitar
Jason Socha :: Drums and Cymbals
Stephanie Rearick :: Keyboard, Piano, Trumpet

This CD showcases Stephanie Rearick's piano based songwriting in a garage-rock-cabaret setting. The band rocks, when appropriate and brings to life the wild stories and imagery of Rearick's writing. Excellent production and a relaxed recording environment helped create what will certainly be viewed as an acurate snapshot of The Coma Savants in the fall of 2001.

Here's all the nitty-gritty about who did what to put this CD together

(tracks 2 -5, 6, 10)
Recorded by Edward Reardon at Broken Horsey Studios, New Berlin, WI. Mixed by Edward Reardon at Big Recording Studio, Chicago, Il. Produced by Edward Reardon and The Coma Savants. Additional support by Jenny's home cooking. Also, that's Ed "word" Reardon on Synth on Bloan and Mike Hagedorn on trombone on Baker St.

Coma Savant -- Words and Music by The Coma Savants. Recorded in the basement. Produced and mixed by The Coma Savants at Mondo Oakdale, Chicago, IL.

Stephanie wrote darn near all the songs with Jon helping out on Jesus and Joey doing Charlie all by himself.



Ferris Wheel and Charlie :: Recorded by Jeff Kowalkowski at Splinter Group, Chicago, IL. Mixed by Jon Hain with Jenny Hanson assisting at Mondo Oakdale, Chicago, IL. Produced by Jon Hain and the Coma Savants. That's Joey Zarda on accordion.



Additional treatments by The Coma Savants at 14 Lonely Studios, Madison. WI

All songs arranged and performed by The Coma Savants except as noted.

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Bloan
© 2000, Stephanie Rearick
 
If only you'd known...

You could have come back with bunches of flowers in your hands
Or was it a fistful of your lover's hair?

If only you had known

But you were thrown
onto the pyre of your easy chair
In a room full of broken glass everywhere

If only you had known...

And now you've shown

You couldn't ask for the lion's share anyway
No matter what all the people around you say
You'll just avert this tragedy some other day
Once he's collected all you could possibly pay

And if you had known
You could have flown
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Theme from "Jesus"
Words © 1998, Stephanie Rearick

She said "You've heard of Jesus,
He turned a cake into a pie
And remember how he helped clear up
the sty in that guy's eye"

Do as I do, not as I say I think I'll do.


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Uncle Runkle
© 2000, Stephanie Rearick
It feels like it was yesterday
When I explained to you
from my tender teenage point of view
Ain't noone ever gonna notice you
till you change your mousy ways

Just take a day or two
to rethink your girlish attitudes
I know someone who's been watching you
I'll be sending him your way

Hope you like my Uncle Runkle
He's the only kraut in the neighborhood
Hope you like my Uncle Runkle
He'd never ever have it any other way

And when he comes for you
wear the lipstick like I showed you to
With some nylon stockings and a new hairdo
you could be your mother's age

Just don't unbolt the door
till he tells you what he's asking for
You know everyone will say you're a whore
if you let him have his way

Hope you like my Uncle Runkle
He's the only kraut in the neighborhood
Hope you like my Uncle Runkle
He'd never ever have it any other way


...and when he loves you the night sky goes twinkle starry blue
and when he kissed you your whole life was all over...


Why'd you unbolt the door
then pretend you didn't ask for more
There's a whole society behind your door
don't you have something to say
(you shouldn't say it anyway)

Don't you tell on Uncle Runkle
He's the oldest grouch in the neighborhood
Don't you tell on Uncle Runkle
He'd never ever have it any other way
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Baker St.
© 1998, Stephanie Rearick

X was walking down the big city street
past the pawn shop and the laundry
and the orange neon sign that said "EAT"

When she saw it was a quarter to three
she said to herself "Man, what's happened to me?
I ought to be home on Baker Street"

She'd got her wallet stolen and was clocked
on the head, she was feeling pretty dazed 
and a little she'd bled
She wanted a cab but couldn't cover the cost
and she had to admit she was utterly lost
and far from home on Baker Street

where she'd lived six years or so
at the end of the cul-de-sac
where all the neighbor kids could go
and she'd fix them a tasty snack
She had a pretty green lawn,
Three full baths
Two car garage

X was going round and round 
and up and down the street
and she frantically stopped
everybody she'd meet
asked them all the same question,
how to get home
They all gave the same response,
the answer unknown
They'd never heard of Baker St.

So she went to the police station
and pulled aside a cop
and said "You gotta help me officer,
I need it a lot! I got my wallet stolen
early today and on top of that
I seem to've lost my way
back to my home on Baker St.

Where I've lived six years or so
at the end of the cul-de-sac
It's where I really want to go
And I need you to get me back
To my pretty green lawn
Three full baths
Two car garage"

The cop said "Sorry ma'am I never heard of a place
that matched a description like the one
you just gave"
He went to the other room and pulled out a map
and our poor X fainted when he came back and said
"There's no such place as Baker St."

"We're sorry, the number you've dialed is not in service.  
Please hang up and try your call again"

So X got herself a waitressing job
at the corner diner 
where the men could slap her ass
but she could not be a whiner
Then she got a cheap room in a 
little boarding house
It was the first she'd shared a bathroom
with folks other than her spouse
who may still live on Baker St.

Where they'd lived six years or so
at the end of the cul-de-sac
Where all the neighbor kids could go
and she'd fix them a tasty snack
They had a pretty green lawn
Three full baths 
Two car garage...

Now it's been seven years and the memory has faded
and X has settled in and grown a little bit jaded
but she has herself a job that pays the rent
and she's hard-pressed to say where all the time went
since she left old Baker St.


...Last Saturday night X was working at the diner
and a man straggled in looking really upset
He said "You gotta help me please, I think I've lost my way
and noone around seems to know what to say when I ask
how to get to Baker St."
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Ferris Wheel
© 1998, Stephanie Rearick

We were
riding on a ferris wheel
getting stranded in the sun
making up a fancy poem

You were leaving soon 
and we had all the time in the world

making futures in the woods
sleeping by the highway-side
drawing phanties and their toothaloops

We were growing up
and we lived all the life in the world

We're not alone
All around there are living things

And you were a butterfly
and you were a sailing ship
and a pink-haired silk-skinned wunderkind

We had very small pages
and we wrote the best book in the world

We're not alone
All around there are living things

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Tea In The Park
© 2000, Stephanie Rearick
 
They couldn't get you
You knew what to do
you looked all around and you found there was nothing to lose

And how does it fit
your keen interest
that some are in Prada and others not wearing a stitch?

So you spend death-gamble days,
blackjack at night
Noone goes out
without a fight

No more
just sitting back
while the bank robs the store

and that's how the weeble wobbles
and that's how the tower topples

They couldn't get you
you knew what to do
you looked all around and you found there was nothing to lose

And how did you see
that you could break free
from the now barely-legal tradition of duplicity

Tea in the park
Pigs in the dark
You turn an eagle into a lark

No more 
just looking on
while they lock up the poor

and you crawled up silent
through the mines
and you slew the giant
from behind 
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Eating Machine
© 1999, Stephanie Rearick
It's an eating machine,
you better get out of the way
Eating machine
'cause it could eat you too, someday
Say your prayers

Give us this day
our daily roast beast
Add in some yams
and some pickled goats' feet
Stockpile news
interest accrues
You snooze, you lose
Passing's passe
Live for today,
Come what may

It's an eating machine,
you better get out of the way
Eating machine,
and it could eat you too, someday
It's what's for dinner.

Peanuts and popcorn and pepsi and bagels and buffalo wings in a red plastic
basket
and cornflakes and poptarts and gummi lifesavers and purple jawbreakers and
tummy-ache makers
Kentucky Fried Chicken and Arby's and Hardee's
A Happy Meal Deal in a Sadsacky package
And WalMart and Target 
they won't leave you wanting 
You've got one-stop shopping
your shopping bag's popping

Come and get it if you want it

You can have it all and you can have it now
no wait at all
you better hurry up
things might get different any day

Smart bombs and landmines and Patriot missiles
and Westinghouse weapons in Boeing jet airplanes
Depleted uranium clusters of cluster bombs 
stealthy Stealth bombers, the mighty Apache
Collateral damage and rashes and maimings 
and spinal cord injuries and burned up babies 
and air raids and shelters and refugee refuges in desert wastelands no food
and no future

You might get it if we want it

Yeah, we want it all and we can take it, now
if you don't play ball
you better watch yourself things might get different any day

Eating machine
You're what's for dinner
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Dancer
© 1999, Stephanie Rearick
She was a dancer
she had the fleetest feet
She couldn't help it
Her feet were all to fleet

And she was getting somewhere
and she was going fast
And she was telling someone
that she knew it couldn't last

And she'd tell you something once
and not again
You were her only friend
You were her next of kin

And when she spoke up
she'd say the strangest things
She saw the future 
and what tomorrow brings

And things keep moving forward
and things are going fast
And she is dancing somewhere
and she keeps spinning toward the past

And she told you something once
and not again
You were her only friend
You were her next of kin

She went and gave up the rest of her life
for one good waltz and a walk toward the light.

And when you looked up
with your beleaguered face
you couldn't know that
she always wins the race

And she is moving forward
and she is going fast
And she is getting nowhere
as she keeps spinning toward the past

And she'll tell you something once
and not again
You were her only friend
You were her next of kin

I will remember the rest of my life
I was her daughter and 
time was her wife

She was a dancer
she had the fleetest feet
She couldn't help it
Her feet were all too fleet

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Cardboard Coffin
© 1998, Stephanie Rearick

You need a jolt
You've got to bolt
you're half-asleep
you need to wake
The deal is grave
you cannot wait another day
No marking time
you've got to fly or scream or dance
you need a thrill you cannot 
waste another chance
to finally feel like you are real

I buy my high by flying high in the sky 
       so I might feel like I might die

You've fallen ill
you're losing color
losing hair
you're losing weight
You know you may not live
to see another day
You've got no time for 
peace of mind
you miss the calm
and all around you is the 
deafening lack of sound
And you can't help but know you're real

There was a time
or was no time
when you were fine
and you could find
the perfect spot
that one good place
that wasn't bought
And you'd know all
you'd ever sought
was what you'd got


...How to tell it's a cardboard coffin: 
Just wait till noone's looking and start knocking.
If it's a hollow thud and noone answers, then push 
on the sides and see if they give.

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Indian Summer
© 2000, Stephanie Rearick
It's late November and we're walking around the town
with our pants down
to feel the warm breeze on our knees

And on Thanksgiving day we ate our massive meal
under a steel blue sky

It feels so good
I hope it stays this way all winter
Indian Summer

This year at Christmastime we opened all our presents
under a palm tree
and at Spring Break
we bought our own Florida Key

Beachfront property is going for a song
Going for a song...

It's been so great 
I hope it stays this way forever
Indian Summer

Our June wedding was disrupted by all the tumbleweeds
blowing through the aisle 
and knocking the preacher off his feet

On Independence Day we cranked up the AC
and watched the fireworks display 
on our giant screen TV

I think I'm finally looking forward to the end
of Indian Summer

...in August the cornstalks were blazing in the fields...


It's not so much the heat as the choking clouds of smoke

Indian Summer

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