Bad Behavior

by Karlo Takki

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released December 10, 2015

Karlo Takki: vocals, guitars, bass, keyboards, tambourine, etc., because no one else can stand working with him anymore, except for Siri™, who played drums and answered questions.

Recorded and produced by Karlo Takki in a windowless room at the Sound Museum, Brighton, MA

Mastered by Nick Zampiello at New Alliance East, Cambridge, MA

All songs © 2015 K. Takki/Takkimedia (BMI)

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Karlo Takki Boston, Massachusetts

Karlo Takki has been part of the Boston music scene since the early '80s, playing guitar, bass, keyboards, trumpet, and singing in the Dark, Red, Skin, Spellbound, Hunger Moon, Bonesaw, dish, and Serum. After a long hiatus from music spent creating animations and graphics in the nascent field of new media and the web, and a sabbatical in Federal prison, Karlo Takki is back in the studio. ... more

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Track Name: Truelove (Revisited)
Truelove is like a rock of crack
Truelove, a beetle on its back
Truelove, be careful what you say
Truelove, you’ll eat those words someday

Truelove is like a cigarette
Truelove is like a deadly pet
Truelove, it’s better to pretend
Truelove will burn you in the end

Truelove

Truelove is like a bag of smack
Truelove is like a heart attack
Truelove, you don’t know what to do
Truelove, you haven’t got a clue

Truelove

[spoken]
Truelove lives in a house
By the river that flows through the evergreen trees
There she spends her days
Writing simple songs about the birds and the bees
Truelove knocked at my door
She said, “Won’t you come out? It’s a wonderful day!”
“No, thank you,” was my reply,
“I haven’t got time to come out and play”

Truelove is like a dose of clap
Truelove is dancing on your lap
Truelove is taking off her dress
Truelove, a bloody fucking mess

Truelove
Track Name: Summertime in Prison
Summertime in Prison
Counting trees
Helicopters float like
Honeybees
Summertime in Prison
Asphalt burns
Time stops moving but the
Seasons turn
Summertime
Summertime

Summertime in Prison
Orange wine
Life is simple like a
Nursery rhyme
Summertime in Prison
Nothing more
I am sleeping on the
Concrete floor
Summertime
Summertime

Summertime in Prison
Sun is high
On the ocean of a
Cloudless sky
Summertime in Prison
Humid dreams
Bodies burning while the
Warden screams
Summertime
Summertime
Track Name: Maximum Security
Every night I cross the line
Between divine and profane
Every night it’s story time
Believe in ghosts again

Maximum Security
I’m over the border
I’m under the wire again
Maximum Security
I’m walking on fire
I’m swinging on tires again

Every night I play the game
I call her name again
Every night I lose the race
I see her face again

Maximum Security
I’m splitting the atom
I’m eating macadam again
Maximum Security
I’m kicking the tires
I’m lighting the fires again
Track Name: Elkton, Ohio
In the hills and dales
In the piney trees
There’s a hidden camera taping
Everything it sees
See a khaki man
Another man in blue
See a line of khaki men go
Marching two-by-two

Wake me up when it’s over
Elkton, Ohio
Wake me up when it’s over
Elkton, Ohio

Got a RoboCop
Got a Dirty Shirt
Got a job that makes me feel like
I’m a piece of dirt
There’s a Shakedown Shack
And a razor tree
There’s a guy who for a price will
Sell a cup of pee

Wake me up when it’s over
Elkton, Ohio
Wake me up when it’s over
Elkton, Ohio

Got a bag of bread
Got a bunch of fruit
Got a pound of sugar and a
Recipe for hooch
To find a state of grace
I’m cut off at the knees
Like every other khaki man I’m
Doing what I please

Wake me up when it’s over
Elkton, Ohio
Wake me up when it’s over
Elkton, Ohio
Track Name: Lullaby
Go to sleep my Betty Blue
I will count the stars for you
The sun has set, the moon will rise
Night is here so close your eyes

Go to sleep my butterfly
Dream of castles in the sky
The nurse will hold your hand tonight
And everything will be alright

I adore you so
Never let you go
I will hold you tight
‘Til you slip into the night

Close your eyes my kangaroo
I’ll collect the stars for you
Scatter them around your bed
Make a halo for your head

Close your eyes my honeybee
Take a voyage on the see
There will come and end to pain
And we will all go home again

Sleep my angel, sleep
Dream of fluffy sheep
Sleep tonight and then
I will take you home again
Track Name: Kiss the Pain
Take one pill a day
Kiss the Pain away
Now we are okay
Kiss the Pain away

Crime doesn’t pay
Kiss the Pain away
Now we must obey
Kiss the Pain away

Take one pill a day
Kiss the Pain away
Now we must obey
Kiss the Pain away
Track Name: My Daughter's Oncologist
She's a world-weary woman with stringy grey hair,
My Daughter's Oncologist.
Every line on her face is engraved with care,
My Daughter's Oncologist.
With her navy-blue suit and her sensible shoes,
My Daughter's Oncologist.
And her clinical method of bringing bad news,
My Daughter's Oncologist.

With a bag full of poison and a nuclear bomb,
My Daughter's Oncologist.
She enfolds everybody in a pocket of calm,
My Daughter's Oncologist.
But all of her nurses and all of her men,
My Daughter's Oncologist.
Couldn't put my baby back together again,
My Daughter's Oncologist.
Track Name: Day of the Dead
Right outside of Buffalo
Trapped behind a train
Early winter Interstate
Early winter’s rain
Right turn into Canada
Left to Mexico
Flip a coin to figure out
Which way we want go

Rising sun is on the left
Erie on the right
Muncie, Indiana means a
Motel for the night
Morning on the road again
Driving in the rain
Country on the radio is
Driving me insane

September in the sun
November in the rain
There’s something in the sky again

It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody on the winning side now
It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody’s got a blushing bride now
It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody’s got a bitchin’ ride now
It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody on a power slide now

Arkansas took half a pack
And half a tank of gas
Half a case of Miller Light
And half a bag of grass
Elvis on the radio
Pelvis on the seat
Jesus billboards everywhere and
Miles and miles of wheat


East Texas in the sun
Ohio in the rain
Farewell you amber waves of grain

It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody gotta run and hide now
It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody on the winning side now
It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody gonna suicide now
It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody’s drinking cyanide now

By the Gulf of Mexico
There’s a little town
Houses white as fallen snow and the
Streets are coffee brown
Drinking in the winter sun
On a winter beach
Nothing left to learn, I guess and
Nothing left to teach

One cartridge in the gun
One bullet in the brain
A final end to all the pain
It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody on the winning side now
It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody’s got a blushing bride now
It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody’s got a bitchin’ ride now
It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody on a power slide now
It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody gotta run and hide now
It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody on the winning side now
It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody gonna suicide now
It’s the Day of the Dead
Everybody’s drinking cyanide now
Track Name: Too Much Craziness
Three little piggies learning elementary physics
In a gas chamber built for two
Along came a spider who was looking for asylum
From Madison Avenue
And some little sister with a walking blister
Had a dog that looked just like you
God looked down and spit on the ground and said
“What’s a matter with you?”

Too much, too much
Craziness
Too much, too much
Craziness

Lame motherfuckers and crazy cocksuckers
They were beating down the door
Bleeding hearts and boring old farts
They were sleeping on the floor
“Who do we see?” say the negative three who were
Beating up on a whore
God looked down and spit on the ground and said
“I can’t take it no more!”

God’s assassin said in passing
A prayer for the dead
Neon lights and telescopic sights
Made a halo for my head
The singer sings and screams some things that are
Better off left unsaid
God looked down and spit on the ground and said
“What the fuck is going on?”

Too much rock ‘n’ roll
Too much fuckin’ and a-pushin’ and a-shovin’
Too much mind control
Too much of that psycho bullshit
Track Name: When Pigs Fly
Piggy wants to learn to fly
Piggy wants to fly away
Far above the butcher’s sty
Piggy lives another day

Piggy wants a pair of wings
Piggy wants to be a bird
Sanctify the needful things
Piggy stumbles on the word

Oh, uh-uh-uh oh
When Pigs Fly
Oh, uh-uh-uh oh
When Pigs Fly

Piggy takes a flying leap
Piggy falling from the sky
Piggy crumples in a heap
Piggy didn’t have to die

Oh, uh-uh-uh oh
When Pigs Fly
Oh, uh-uh-uh oh
When Pigs Fly
Pigs die
Pigs die
Track Name: Ambien Nation
I don't wanna go and I don't wanna stay,
I don't want it cheap and I don't wanna pay,
I don't wanna car and I don't wanna bike,
Dunno what I want and I dunno what I like.

Alienation
Ambien Nation

I don't wanna speak and I don't wanna sing,
I don't wanna want and I don't need a thing,
I don't wanna feel and I don't wanna think,
I don't wanna smoke and I don't need a drink.

Alienation
Ambien Nation

I don't wanna house and I don't wanna wife,
I don't wanna job and I don't need a life,
I don't wanna hit and I don't wanna miss,
I don't wanna hug and I don't need a kiss.

I don't wanna gun and I don't wanna bomb,
I don't wanna dad and I don't need a mom,
I don't wanna laugh and I don't wanna cry,
I don't wanna live and I don't wanna die.

Alienation
Ambien Nation
Incarceration
Defenestration

I don't wanna Jack and I don't wanna Jill,
I don't wanna shot and I don't need a pill,
I don't wanna laugh and I don't wanna cry,
I don't wanna live and I don't wanna die.

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