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Measles, Mumps and Rebellion

by Mind Fish

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1.
The moment that it all unfurled, the heavens came down crashing on my world. And everything that I called my own was hacked at, the support beams in my home. And now I'm stuck beneath floor boards fondling, neglegent, and broken hearted for oxygen. But if you think I've given up on your world, get ready for me, I'm damned but I'm not dead. I'm not dead. Every word you told me is just an echo in my head. But I'm not dead. I've spent the last few months on the lam, it felt like years searching for postage stamps, and overcoming panic attacks. I'm frantically, manically trying to win you back. And now I'm stuck in this hell on fire, these photographs of you are all that inspire me now. I write these letters and dwell, you've forsaken me, breaking me I yell "I'm not dead." So with my ink stained pen in hand I finish writing these letters and all my stamps. With the hopes that you will return, with those sea-foam, deceitful eyes that burn. With the same fire glowing nightly, at your new home you set camp to spite me. So if you get this please write me back, sincerely yours and matter of fact. I'm not dead. Backed up in the lies you told. I'm sorry but girl you are the only one who can cure my heart attacks. I promise that I will win you back.
2.
I think I'll start over again with you, because there's nothing left to do. I think you know the way I feel is true, but I'm not quite sure how you will act or understand our time is the thorn in our side. So I think what's best is to abide to what logically sounds right. But sometimes we just don't think. And these moments all happen in the blink of an eye. Though you try to stop, to make it right. Take the time to fight the feelings that you know in time you can't control. So you leave those feelings up to fate. But in time they over complicate. But tonight you know you can't sleep a wink. You just lie awake prying this was fake. You say "Take my hand. Promise to take this chance." I look you in the eyes as we dance. This is it, there's no return. I'm fucked. Oh god I can't live with myself. Oh god I think I've torn it out. Oh god I've really done it now. It's done without a doubt. So please dry your eyes. God she believed my lies. What have I done?
3.
Your arguing keeps you awake at night. I'm stifling back my sickened appetite. Am I holding you back? Do you want to be free? Do you want to move down to where the streets are nasty? Now I'm starting to feel like this is all my fault. Confirmed when my life comes to a screeching hault. But you both played your parts like virtuosos, and acted like your problems we didn't know. Well don't think we don't know. You mix like oil and water. Just like a mother and father who tried hard and could not conceive a daughter. You mix like oil and water. Now I'm gonna blame someone other than myself. Should I chose the one of you who left here for wealth? Or chose the one who was the instigator. Running from city, to city, to city I'm caught in the blur. It's funny that neat little 7 letter word, is seperate from any other I've heard. In a cliched attempt to let you both know, I'm caught in the oil spill. Here we go. We think it's time to go. And I think it's time to go
4.
Ooo, Who 03:43
If I was king of kings, of the scene at 16 from the start. Then I'd be on T.V. playing top of the pops. Winning over young teenage girls hearts. But that ain't me and I could never be part of the royal order Cyrus family. No mullet here, no big buck teeth. I'm a misfit not a music disease. Ooo, Who do you? And to all the girls I know "You're all faithful at all of my shows!" She made her move but now she feels like a fool, because I won't start all over with her. But why take the risk, when at the click of a mouse there are girls who know tricks just for me and my computer screen? It makes all you girls envious and green. (Makes me sick) I said I'm glad I got out of my town and moved down to Athens, oHIO! I outgrew my shoes, it's true. And now all that I know is that I can't go home. Keep breaking the mold and no, I'm not alone. I've got these guys to my right, I've got this girl by my side. Believe me, we ain't going down without a fight. So now my home's on the road like every bastard son I've ever know. Drive through Ohio, I see sticks and stones and garden gnomes. I'm like Jesus Christ, though so tender and mild, another motherless fatherless child on the day I die.
5.
Some words when spoken you never regret. You had an objective, but please never forget that you left me misguided; not just vaguely upset. For divine intervention, your leave proved the best. For the night that you last cried and for all the times I've tried. From the moment that you tore me open and my heart died, now I'm waiting here tonight. So tell me now love, what you're thinking of, why we fell apart. Can you honestly say that we were broken from the start? So tell me now love, why you broke my heart. Tell me now my love. So now here you stare from across the room where once you had held me safely like a loving mother in her womb. From once where you cared where you would comfort and sooth, I sit here now with my point to prove. As for now I'm not the same, I've been caught up in this game of waiting for your messages and praying that you still remember my name. I am here to tell you I am not the same as that day. I am here to tell you all the problems faced along the way. I am here to tell you how you wronged when you left that day. I am here so tell me now my love if you've got something to say. So tell me now love.
6.
When I asked she told me, now my love has left, but it gave me strength just to know that the best is waiting when I'm ready to start a new. The night by the stairwell, the moment I knew. You gave me chills and you made my eyes dilate, night will happen, I'm giving it time. Time to develop and time so it grows; I'm watching you wishing, I'm desperate to know. So when the time is right let me know when it's time. And she says time will abide. And she tells me, she tells me with her eyes. Grab your coat, it's chilly out. As we walk, talk, I'm falling now in the leaves, can you brush them out? There's a thought reminiscent how not only but several months ago, there was my love but I did not know she'd leave me so cold and I'd be left alone, to bury me deep in the summer snow. So when our campfire dies, let me go when it's time, let me know when it's time. And she says time, in time fears hide. And she says time will abide.
7.
What would you do if I wrote you this love song? Could it change you or is our time too far gone? Because sometimes I still stay up at night thinking about you and all those awkward autumn weekends that you put me through. You, beautiful you. Would you love me if I were more humble? Because it seems to me, my tongue always stumbles through every word when I try to let you know that I could not ever forget you. And even if I tried there was the night we almost died and those two weeks we spent with family me and you. And though this line is hard to write, paper says kissed by graphite "I wish that you could be my family too". You, beautiful you. Oh, you are so beautiful. The only thing that I regret; I held you in my arms in bed and drift asleep with my chance to have you and press my lips to yours. If people heard and were alarmed of what we did that night I wouldn't care if they called us taboo. I'd be holding you, beautiful you. So my best friend it's been decided. You've found the one the one that you love although I'm invited. Until the day your life should cease I'll sit here in the driver's seat and guide you when you fall onto your knees. And when that day should finally come and you get married to the one, it will be me sitting in the pews, looking proud at you, beautiful you. What would you do if I wrote you this love song?
8.
Therapy 02:38
2:15, waiting for the doctor reading magazines. Looking at their covers full of chimpanzees. Filling up with envy now my face is green. Getting nauseous sitting, thinking here of you and your man you said who fell in love with you. Hope the doctor has advice to cure my blues. Thinking back to nursery rhymes in kinder school and the songs they sang of he and you. Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Mo, this is where his fingers go. Running up your milky thighs, looking in you virgin eyes. I can not believe it true that he catholic straddles you. I could never let him do this, Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Mucus. Thinking back to that fateful Monday evening heart attack. Looking for my life assuring air-flow bag. Can't move from the knife that you placed in my back. I'm picking up the slack in this pseudo-home, ready to disembark on my own. Hope that one day I can try to make us whole. As for now he'll stay the pleasure in your soul as all your happy campers sing. Therapy never taught me how to cope, now look who's given up on hope. Therapy. They're appeased. Mom and Daddy want me here to wipe away these baby tears.
9.
And people always tell me "Oh my, my, you're such a nice guy!" Yeah? Well nice guys they all finish last. They all lag to the back of the pack. And oh, why, why, when I go hit the sack, it's uncanny how matter of fact, I'm immediately crippled with one swing of anxiety's baseball bat. And I'm tired of Catholic School Girls and trying to get up their skirts. If only they knew what's lying beneath could bring happiness to the world, then I'd be done with finding a mate. But for now I'll just sit here and wait for you to follow through, my right hand man. Oh, man. Well maybe they were right, but I think they were wrong all along, I'm not a nice guy. All I see are these couples who walk hand in hand spewing baby girl talk. And it sickens me so just to know they all think I'm the laughing stalk. And oh, wow, now, how in 9 months I've felt, I can't live with this hand I've been dealt. It can't help me to scratch the itch that's lying beneath the belt. So my faith is in catholic school girls and trying to get up their skirts. So dance for me in those short, short skirts! Oh, I gotcha, I gotcha this time. No, I gotcha, I gotcha it's fine. You can't have what you want 'til it's gone. You can't want what you have 'til it's wrong. I'm singing his song. Oh, I'm loving this catholic school girls. No, I'm lusting for catholic school girls.
10.
Q! 03:19
You need me. If only you could see that you were place in that tomb by the man in that room. That fool; suck a fucking tool. And now my heart is on fire as I wade through the filth I admire the way behave, and you're chained like a slave to the ship and relay back to me. And vent what you need to tell me, for you can relay and rely on me over and over again child, so. This is your cue to stop everything. If you rescue me I'll rescue you. You are so disgustingly beautiful that each time I come over it feels a little like a sin. If you can tell my soiled grin and my sordid wink as you wipe my pride from your chin. As I wake from the dream in the day I am wondering how you are. And I'm ashamed that I have to say that I'm amazed at the way you behave and you're chained like a slave to the ship and relay back to me. And vent all these non-sequiturs.
11.
Pop tunes are misused, and pop stars have no clue that their view has been skewed by the fools who produce their white teeth. Perfect features that represent disney. Chimpanzees. We all see the preteens are all just fiends. But there's no resentment towards you, it's just monkey see monkey do. You've got a lot of nerve coming back around in this town. Monkey See, Monkey Don't Even Know at all. You say my falsetto's not very strong. You say that we could sell 50 more albums. You say that we could sell 5 million albums.
12.
Sell You As Art (free) 04:03
Here is a plea for these songs; never written, pieced, packaged, produced from a studio as art. Rather blood sweat and stench as her bodily functions not repulse turn me on from the start. Because she never fit in with that crowd, hair down up, makeup caked on like beautiful scares. I could see as she cheered in her sarcastic tone that my story had last found his star. And I swear from the start as she gathered my heart up in pieces from off of the floor that this crush wouldn't sore from a life and a love to a fiscally audio whore. I'd deny allegations, I'd say "Nee, nee. I promise not to sell you out. And I swear I can love you as more than a theme for my next greatest album's abouts". And I say "Oh, I guess I'll never know. Because the past is gone and man that'd turn me on". And I say "Oh, I'll see how it feels to not play such a part. But for now I'll continue to sell you as art." As I look in the mirror the picture is clearer, I'm cynically smiling alone. And as days drawing nearer I'm confronting fears of uprooting and leaving home. And now that faces are redder from social endeavors I know that I'm growing in fame. And I know I'll be better as long as I get her soaked when she first heard my name. Though I'm on my own, a man now on his own I still miss her abundant regrets. Because from misery's zone, when I'm invited home, man, we go out and buy cigarettes. And the words are now written with a lack of vision and I know that the reason is this. I miss being bitten by having smitten and waiting for our ending bliss. So I know that it's over and I meant what I told her; day by day I'm better with time. Because live moves on and the past is gone and she is no longer mine. But when pen thrusts to paper and I smash at the strings, I'll tell the world that I'm not fine. And as long as the world gives me music, I'll right about you 'till the end of time. Because I'll never be sponsored by children's television, pretty and trendy dressed just like Nick, Joe and Kevin, but I'm no fool because they helped me figure out the rest. Whether I really feel broken hearted by you it doesn't matter. I have to get me off my chest; The audience loves when I write songs for you because break up songs sell the best. Oh, I guess I'll never know, and if live moves on then that would turn me on.
13.
Rubella 04:55
The world is just a stage, the script is written on the page. But when our spoken dialogue becomes muttered in the fog, then these words are filled with doubt as we quickly spit them out. But there's reason to believe that the actions I still take from when the heavens fell on stage that have been my monologue should have meaning after all. Because they've lead me here to you, so now or never follow through. Let's show them what they're made of. If you want it, then you got it oh. Any time or anyplace at all. If you want me, then I'm on it. Anytime or anyplace just call. And when the clouds come crashing down in our mutual home town, we will burrow underground and marvel at what we've found. This perfect shining civilization that we'll live, and all that we can give is love. And if the riffles should unfurl, all that matters in this world is that he is a real boy and she is a real girl. And we will make it through this mess and conquer the unrest that two people can't find love. I've had a bad case of missing you, hot flashes every time the day is through. I had measles and mumps too, I had rubella but rebellion helped me carry through. I've been running through Hell and back, I've crossed seas and I've overcome this panic attacks. But it's you, you came true. You've been sitting, waiting, watched me decomposing saying. You want it oh, you got it oh, you want it oh, you got it come on.

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MEASLES, MUMPS AND REBELLION
A "POP ROCK OPERA" BY THE MIND FISH



Everyone has a dark side...
Everyone has turning point. A moment in their lives with a culprit to blame for their tragedies.
That is where this "Pop Rock Opera" begins, and our hero is lost... Caught somewhere in the perils of heartbreak and obscurity, with only a sense of naive realism as his guide.
"Measles, Mumps and Rebellion" traces the coming of age journey of obscurity to fame. After an unfortunate attempt at love has plagued our hero, he turns to his band and the hypocritical, small town they can't get out of to win over the hearts of teenage girls as devoted fans. But one fan and her promiscuous choices will leave our hero with another broken heart, regret and case of "mumps", so severe that he can't fully recover. Scorned by his fans and forced to leave his town for a time, he wades in exile with dark, lustful, often demented thoughts on his frustrating, unfilled libido and personal life... His only option to fix these problems? Train to become a pop star of course. The best pop star his small town has ever seen! He may have a lot of nerve trying to stick his new songs in the faces of those who scorned him the first time around, but he has a new insight on what is really important... He won't let his fans down... They know what he's been through... They've been through it too...
Everyone's been vaccinated...
Everyone's had "Measles, Mumps and Rebellion".



Act One: "Measles"
1. Measles, Mumps and Rebellion
2. I Think I'll Start Over
3. Oil and Water
4. Ooo, Who

Act Two: "Mumps"
5. So Tell Me Now Love
6. She Says Time
7. You, Beautiful You
8. Therapy

Act Three: "Rebellion"
9. The School Girl Song
10. Q!
11. Monkey See, Monkey Don't Even Know
12. Sell You As Art
13. Rubella

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released June 3, 2010

Cast of Characters:
Dean Tartaglia/ Lead Vocals and Guitar (Roy Jet)
Trent Rissover/ Bass (Kenny Jet)
Dan Barbera/ Guitar and Keys (Millford Jet)
Steve Warstler/ Drums (Johnny Jet)
Rachel Figley/ Lead Girl
Dom Tartaglia/ Meatloaf Jr.
Jesse Deegan/ Hype Man (M.C. J-Dog)
Wade Johnston/ Sympathetic Good-Looking Best Friend
Tom Chant/ Deranged Escaped Convict No. 2

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