"Jailhouse Rock" is used in the short film "Henry" by director Will McCord. Take a gander and vote for it here: www.thirteen.org/reel13

Paul's "solo" "project", Baby Panda, has just released a new EP entitled "Some Horrible Miracle". There are four new songs, including an olde live favorite: a cover of Sinead O'Connor's "Hold Back The Night".You can listen to traxx and purchase it while visiting the Baby Panda profile: www.myspace.com/babypandamusic

Do you want to be my overdose?

Hello,

Paul's album, "Enforcer", recorded under the name Baby Panda, is now available to be purchased and enjoyed. By you. Immediately. Click the image below to purchase it.

You can also look at the band profile: www.myspace.com/babypandamusic

I'll never leave again, I promise.

Hi everyone,

Thank you for all the inquiries regarding tour and news. We're glad that it means something to you. At this time, we're on hiatus. We don't have plans at the moment for tours or recording together. We'll let you know when that changes.

Frankie (bass) is currently playing in the Parish. Take a listen:
http://www.myspace.com/theparishband

Noah (guitar) is in Meanest Man Contest:
http://www.myspace.com/meanestmancontest

Paul (voice) is working on demos:
http://www.myspace.com/babypandamusic

If you just want to read the good ones, skip to Black & Gold, Mind of God, and Beach Glass.

JAILHOUSE ROCK

The coroner threw a party at the county jail.
It was bare lightbulbs and green concrete,
Minute Maid and processed cheese.
And I was the entertainment.
I was the topic of conversation.

So I did my best impressions,
And I heard the priest..s confessions,
And I joined a prison gang.
(I..m not sure how- they seemed so nice.)

Pretty, sad and tough,
The prisons gangs line up and they sing to me.
They sing, ..The truth sounds like a lie,
And you won..t know when you die
If you..ve been cheated or spared...

And soon enough, the sherrif..s deputy backs into me.
..It..s only 9am, the party only just began...
I tell him,
..You will spend the next ten years working out the last six months...
It..s easier to lie to an audience when no one..s listening.

Pretty, sad and tough,
The prison guards line up
And they slowly shake my hand.
They say, ..The truth sounds like a lie
And you won..t know when you die
If you..ve been cheated or spared...

Pretty and tough, the warden always gets it up.
His prison boys are rough, so the warden cuffs ..em up.
I tell him,
..You will spend the next ten years working out the last six months...
It..s easier to lie; it..s always easier to lie.

Baby, you feed it, you taunt it,
If you got it in your body, you bleed it, you cough it,
You give it to your buddy.
Foscarnet.., Ziagen.., Serostim.., Kaletra.., Sporanex.., Biaxen.., Panretin...

Baby, you feed it, you taunt it,
If you got it in your body, you bleed it, you cough it,
You give it to your buddy.
And every pill you take is one step further out the door.

One more ride home,
One more gas station,
One more week they tell me.
One more walk through my parents.. living room
And then to bed.
..Can we get you anything?..


A TOAST TO THE HAPPY COUPLE

Now that it's done,
Now that it's all gone wrong,
Now that it's all gone so horribly well,
I'm writing your will.

..To my father, black and blue,
I leave a blood-soaked mattress and a lifeless handshake.
To my mother with her head to the wall,
Oh, I tried for you
And failed to do the simplest things
That somehow mean the most.
Yes, it's the little things that fuck me up the most...

CHORUS:
In a way, it's funny.
In a way, it's filthy.
It's funny how it kills me so
I can't let go and you won't remember my name.
Six short months from now
They'll call me insane.

If only we'd dare
To light the torches and sharpen the pikes,
To bring an axe to the public square,
To pick the branches bare.

To the doctors who kill,
I leave judgements that stick.
To the boys bleeding out on the sidewalk,
I promise you, I speak the truth, it..s new to you.
I promise you, you're not the only ones.

CHORUS

I'm thinking of myself now,
And you are all hereby formally indicted.


BEACH GLASS

Sing for me now
Because I..ve never sung before
And I don..t believe in singing anyhow.
The music comes and goes on the am radio.
And I can..t stay here
And watch you watch me
Lie politely.
Your eyes are so clear
Like the sky on a winter San Francisco day.

Like words of faith from the faithless
Like old complaints,
Like a blanket thrown over the stone,
Like a creek bed to carry me home.
You..re always looking, and so I..m giving
A sign it..s time to send me to the hospital again.

Words of faith from the faithless,
Old complaints,
As we follow the water through stone
And the creek bed becomes my home,
You and I will be,
You and I will be,
The silt that joins the Pacific Rim tonight.


HEART MY HOME

A silver mirror that..s flaking to black,
He sees more than he gives back.
And all his bad intentions turn to birds.
They flock to him like St. Francis in his garden,
An audience that can..t or won..t react.
I feel their glassy eyes on my back.
They say, ..We..ll make your heart...
They say, ..We..ll make your heart...
They say, ..We..ll make your heart...
... our home...

A blood disease that carries me,
A new unease that drives me into your arms.
Call in your favors.
And all his bad intentions turn to birds.
They flock to me like devils on my shoulders.
An audience that chooses not to react.
You feel my glassy eyes on your back.
No, I..ll make your heart...
No, I..ll make your heart...
No, I..ll make your heart...
...my home.

SILVER SPARKLER

It comes back to me like pieces of a dream I can..t remember.
And I don..t think you took a breath from March until September
When they sat me down and upped my dose.
..Son, tell us what to do. This isn..t only killing you...

They say rats leave sinking ships.
I think that you could learn something from rats.
Ask them in your traps.

Have you ever seen the stars just after the rain?
Have you ever seen the stars through someone else..s pain?
Have you ever blacked out with nothing in your veins?
Have you ever blacked out?

These days I wake up with silver sparklers burning in my eyes.

I was standing on a hill.
I was on the phone with hell.
I was hoping to hear something I could understand
When I saw you walking up the road
Your love and desperation lighting up your face.
(I think it cost a dime.)

These days I wake up with silver sparklers burning in my eyes.

OH MY GOD, I..M SORRY.


THE MIND OF GOD

I am calling on the off-chance you were waiting by the phone.
I am needing to believe in something new.
You took your shirt off to try mine on for size. (I wished you luck.)
I took your face in my hands one more time.

Could you help me please to wipe my memory clean?
Could you make me see there..s nothing more than you and me?
Could you help me please to scrape my memory clean?
Could you make me see there..s nothing more than waves of thought in the Mind of God?

Dead prayers leave my splitting lips.
Your bare back, my broken hips.
You take my arm, guide me into the fog.
You push me through the Mind of God.

You teach me how to kiss, your eyes in mine,
A black eye for womankind.
Your lower lip jumps and you nod.
I see you through the waves.

You teach me how to see, your mouth in mine,
A black eye for womankind.
You lower lip jumps and you nod.
I see you through the Mind of God.
I see you through the Mind of God.


THE HALL CLOCK

Thank you, thank you dear.
Don..t sleep, don..t sleep here.
Time runs, time runs out.
Madmen are about.

The clock chimes three.
The clock chimes three.

The clock chimes three.
The clock chimes three.

Empty, empty cans,
Sweating, sweating hands.
Please sleep tonight, dear.
Please no, don..t sleep here.


BLACK AND GOLD

Describing the view from the center of gravity,
Drunk and debauched, you were raised on depravity.
Oh, it..s grave dear.
Hold your face near.
You belong here.

You pass the day with pills and wine.
Every line ends in confusion.
But chemicals wear off with time.
The Peace of God to you.

I saw you loading in for the show.
You looked like a child bundled up for the snow:
Funny and sad, confused and slow,
It..s true that you can love someone you hardly know.

Fruit that..s bruised and overripe
Coats the ground in its profusion.
And I attract the damaged type.
Suffer these to come to me.

And now I know
Heart and soul
Raining through the hands
Of your useless friends
Black and gold,
Pouring from your mouth
And out your straining eyes
Into the lone last friend you found in me.
The Peace of God to you.
The Peace of God to you.


R.E.V.U.L.S.I.O.N.

Your eyes are open in the dark
Your mind is racing like you hear.
With the air around you cooling,
You see my lips are moving but you cannot hear.
You do not need to hear.

And to cap this perfect day,
We will send a smile the way of all the
People who mistrust us,
The ones who want to clock us,
The men who advertise it,
The customer who buys it,
And the hot black blood.

The kind of temporary worth that tears a heart in two,
That brings me back to you,
Picks us apart.
There..s so many more of us than there are of them,
An easy target when I miss the mark.

r.e.v.u.l.s.i.o.n.

That..s where my end and I will meet one day:
At the hands of the police.
The way they used to grind our faces in the ground,
Safe as suburbs, sick and sound,
So untouchable.

The kind of temporary worth that tears a heart in two,
That brings me back to you,
Picks us apart.
There..s so many more of us than there are of them,
An easy target when I inevitably miss the mark.


THANKSGIVING GREY

You..ve lost time in the best of houses.
You wake up tired in the evening hours.
And so you drift from room to room in shorts and socks.
And you ignore the phone, the friend who knocks.
And you drag a chair across the wooden floor.
You sit at the screen door,
And watch the autumn leaves fall and coat the ground.
And thank you for the easy let-down.
It never seems to work out right.
..We..re on your side; our love is blind...

I pretend to know the words.
I smile and look the other way.
I think I must be wrong about you.
And on and on, circles the night.
I push my views; you call them ..white...
And round and round, your lips close tight.
You raise the dead and levitate your bed.

I was sprawled out on your bed,
Trying hard to keep my hands behind my head,
Trying hard not to embarrass either one of us.
Yes, I know you..re ill, but I was ill first.
It..s not so easy being on the other side.
You..re about to find out.

LOW-RENT HORROR

I hear it when you dial: a sigh behind your smile.
I read it on your tongue: bitter words for anyone who tries to help.
We wonder why you won..t dispense with your carefree words
When they just don..t ring true anymore.
The ghost of a Christmas past in the parking lot
Of a closed ninety-nine cent shop.
He showed you in at least a dozen ways
That they don..t reward brave displays.
They smile to your face.
They snicker to your back.
Oh, I hate to be the one to tell ya.

Have you ever been so lost?
Have you ever really lost your way around a tired town?
Around a tired job?
Around a low-end life?

The ghost of your Christmas past
Has no use for fear
Or regard for the time of year.

I hear it when you dial: a sigh behind your smile.
I read it on your tongue: bitter words for anyone who tries to help.
We wonder why you won..t dispense with your carefree words
When they just don..t ring true anymore.

Hello,

Paul has been "invited" to play two shows in British Columbia and one show in Seattle in September. In fact, there was no invitation, only threats. He will be escorted onstage at gunpoint, forced to perform Jim Yoshii Pile-Up songs blindfolded and gagged, then dumped in the alley. And kicked in the neck for good measure.

These shows should be interesting and fun and Paul will [be contractually obligated to] play several old favorites the band doesn't play anymore (hello? breakdown?), a couple covers, maybe a new song or two. Any requests? The line up will be Geoff Hawryluk, Eisenhauer, and then Paul. We'd love to see you here:

15.9.2006 The Wired Monk, Vancouver, BC
16.9.2006 The Minstrel Cafe, Kelowna, BC
17.9.2006 Zoo Tavern, Seattle, WA

In the corner of your room, can you hear me?

a friend pointed out that he'd gotten a solicitation for some sort of mysp@ce templates from us, and i thought i should post that we have didn't (and wouldn't, and won't) send you any spam about ridiculous stuff like that. we would, however, post about shows if we had any coming up and comps and recordings and that sort of thing.

Hi.

We're going to be playing a show on Valentine's Day (and Noah's birthday) Feb 14th. You're right, it is short notice. Sorry about that. It's going to be at the Great American Music Hall in San Francisco. We're supporting the Lovemakers. It would be really great if you could make it because, um, this might be the last show before we go back into hibernation. Or maybe it won't, I dunno. But probably is. Although I would have said the same thing about the Wrens show in December.

It's a little embarrassing to have a discussion group dedicated to your band, but it's much... much... much more embarrassing when that group only has 21 members. So if you have something to say, go ahead and join:

http://groups.myspace.com/jypugroup

Sikwaya is our good friend. He played guitar in the Jim Yoshii Pile-Up for several years, played on and recorded our first record, It's Winter Here. He lives in Xi'an, China now where he has recorded an album on his own. It's pretty great and you should hear it. You can go to the following website and download the entire thing for free:

http://idlelimbs.com/music/