Music

CITADEL

David: Vocals, Percussion, Guitar, Keyboards

Cela: Vocals

June Kato, Mark Knell: Bass

Seventeen days, I’ve been marching to this cadence

I’ve been fighting off this demon

Can’t seem to bring him down

We’re barricaded

Only one of us is leaving

I’ve got pneumonia and I’m bleeding

I’m never backing down

Seventeen miles, I’ve been shaking off this spector

Diabolic debt collector

Who finally tracked me down

But I’m a Citadel, without an ounce of superstition

I’m all time and all ambition

He’ll be wishing that he never ever came around

He never came around

GIRLFRIEND

David: Drums, Guitar

Cela: Vocals

DeAnn Dallas: Vocals, Bass

I’m not your girlfriend

Just because we did that

Don’t want to hear you calling on my telephone

How come I see you everywhere, don’t you have a home?

You know I have my way with words like I had my way with you

So don’t make me say it son cause I really don’t want to be mean to you

See I can help you out with that secretary fantasy…

But don’t get bent out if that’s the last that you see of me

Leave your expectations where they lay

And don’t sob some story about the way I play

Now you’re weeping and wailing and waiting for your balcony scene

But don’t suffer for your art, you know we’re both part of the same machine

And I can help you out with that secretary fantasy…

But don’t get bent out if that’s the last that you see of me

Not your girlfriend…

I don’t want to see you coming around my door

Saying don’t I owe you just one more

You were in my night, you’re not in my life

Come on and remember the good times baby

You know you’re looking even better when you’re walking away

And I can help you out with that secretary fantasy…

But don’t get bent out if that’s the last that you see of me

Not your girlfriend…

HISTRIONICS

David: Drums

Cela: Vocals, Guitar

DeAnn Dallas: Vocals, Bass

The histrionics

Stop my head, stop my head

(I don’t know what I’m capable of)

The histrionics

Stop my head, stop my head

(I don’t know what I’m capable of)

Sexy clings to me like a sullen sunken moppet

It’s a puppetry I won’t perfect to please their plebey jive

The disconnect occurs between the ever twitching tissues

It’s a visionary’s issue as the cataracts arrive

(Does this light the fire?)

Hey I told you when you got here it wouldn’t take long

(Does this re-inspire?)

Or just a bad re-hash of the same sad song?

The histrionics

Stop my head, stop my head

(I don’t know what I’m capable of)

The histrionics

Stop my head, stop my head

(I don’t know what I’m capable of)

Sexy won’t be sated by the offerings I make it

It’s salacious, complicated, psycho, shallow, uncontrolled

But I’m a shady walker-seeker

Mirror dodger, in-betweener

Concupiscent counterfeit

Cerebral sassy drone

(Does this light the fire?)

Hey I told you when you got here it wouldn’t feel wrong

(Does this take you higher?)

Or just a bad re-hash of the same sad song

The histrionics

ROME

David: Drums, Guitar, Vocals

Cela: Vocals

June Kato: Bass

Isn’t it so obvious

Why are you so oblivious

I’ve lost my patience but I won’t let it get to me

I can’t believe that you don’t see

But you don’t really want to see

Right here and right now

They’re all a bunch of liars

Rome is falling…down

Survivors fears and bachelors

Surreal idols, cops gone wild

Coliseums on TV

They’ve got you hooked it’s feeding time

A gentle prince in disbelief

That through his name came war for peace

You hypocrites, I’ll break it down

Don’t think salvation’s coming round

Rome is falling…down

Songs available for download at www.reverbnation.com/ickysego

All songs written by David Crocco and Cela Scott