Sister Anthony: Nasty Wicked Mind

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about

Weirdly, this Sister Anthony record wouldn’t exist without Facebook. For that I have to thank Mark Zuckerberg. If it wasn't for Facebook I may not have ever reconnected with one of my favorite people on earth, Scott Connor, who was my bandmate in LA in the late 80's. He played drums, and I was the singer/guitarist for the band Lost Anthony. We played all over the place for five years or so, then for whatever reason, the band was over. These things happen. You've all been in a band, you know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, Scott and I were out of touch a long time and that was just dumb. Then a few years ago we found each other on FB. We caught up, then decided to do something together musically. We weren’t quite sure what that would be though. I began to wonder what Scott sounded like now, what kind of music he was into, what his style was. I know my style has changed a lot over the years. I’ve gotten more experience, done a whole lot of gigs and records, worked with a lot of different people in a lot of different situations, and now because I’ve also had a lot of birthdays, I have a somewhat deeper pool to draw from. Well, Scott’s path has been very similar to mine. He’s played in countless combos, all over the world, including a band called Circa whose frontman, Billy Sherwood, is taking over Chris Squire’s bass chair in Yes for their upcoming tour due to Squire’s passing. With Circa, Scott also made a record with William Shatner, playing a prog-rock soundtrack behind The Shat while he spoken-worded. Circa played a bunch of live shows with Shatner too. So Scott’s career has been storied and very interesting so far to be sure.
When wondering what the two of us should do together it suddenly came to me that maybe we should simply cut some of the songs we played back in Lost Anthony. Not to live in some sad state of nostalgia, but more to find out how two older, more experienced players would approach the music that they created when they were two young, fresh-faced, green guys? Scott liked that idea and we began tracking stuff; me sending music to him (via an ftp site) to his studio in S California, then him putting drums on the songs and sending those tracks back to me to work on here at Studio 515. He also sang background vocals on some stuff, and is even singing lead on a tune! The long and the short of it is that this record came out effing great!! I’m so excited about it.

The result of the recording process is Sister Anthony; the band name, a nod to our old band, but recognizing that the past is back there and we are here now.

On behalf of Scott and myself, we certainly hope you’ll check it out and let us share with you what we’ve been up to.
I’ll keep you posted.

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released May 15, 2015

Produced, recorded and mixed by JVA.
Scott Connor’s drums and vocals engineered by Scott at Studio Lily, Glendora, CA.

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Track Name: Too Many Secrets
TOO MANY SECRETS

Put my head in my hands and bit my lip.
Felt my bones rattle and my heartstrings rip.
I want to bury the hatchet and go the bed.
But you’d only dig it up and plant it in my head.

Now I’m watching you put the screws on.
With crocodile tears and a siren’s song.
We haven’t connected since I don’t know when.
Like someone took the scalpel to my identical twin.

There’s too many secrets I don’t want to hear. Too many secrets.
There’s too many secrets coming in much too clear. Too many secrets.
And I wish we could be in love.

If denial was a sin, you know I’d be burning.
Cause I’m not learning. I’m tossing and turning.
Now we’re lying back to back in the dim.
Pretending we’re sleeping, but the both of us are thinking of him.

Caught in the blue funk, painted in the corner.
The Cowardly Lion and Little Jack Horner.
A love gone sour, another heart attack.
If I could look in your eyes I’d be on your side of the tracks.

Lately we can’t trust either one of us.
And with a rock like that there’s not much to discuss.

There’s too many secrets I don’t want to hear. Too many secrets.
There’s too many secrets coming in much too clear. Too many secrets.
And I wish we could be in love.
Track Name: How In The World
HOW IN THE WORLD?

Red phone. Hotline. Someone pick it up in time.
Wake up in the darkness scratching at the silk.
King of confessors. A very sharp dresser.
Charm in motion. Dilly-dally. Sleeping on the job.
Catalog of symptoms. Tell me what you’re thinking.
The world’s in the shits and the plumbing’s on the fritz.
Decorate the room just to please the girl’s family.
You’ll get yours a little later when the hangers on are gone.

Now you want me to tell you what happens tomorrow?
You’ve got the wrong boy, Mac.
How in the world could I know or explain a big mistake like this?

Situation zero. Mayday-Mayday.
Listen to what your heart is saying, fading far away.
Away to the Arctic zone. Eardrums. Nose bones.
Click your heels three times, get me out of this.
Stop for awhile, Mike. I’m a little hungry.
We could get a little something where they blew up the clown,
or at the golden arches of your dark red oblivion.
I can just taste it. Mmmmmmm...

Bamboo fingernails hanging from a tightrope.
Sliding down my entrails. One clear second now.
Give me a moment where I could just wipe the blood
off my face and stop this blurring.
Bad dog, naughty cat. Mediocre’s where it’s at.
Waiting for the psychopath to bust in your door.
Sweetheart. Stickpin. Never ask me how I’ve been.
I’m hanging on the red phone. Hanging on the hotline.
Track Name: Wash Away
WASH AWAY

You walk the line, but never cross the chalk.
How your tongue wags, but you don’t seem to talk.

Rubies in your good dreams. You always wanted fame.
Now, the rats have got your diamonds, they’ve even robbed you of your name.

Is there something wrong, dear? Or is it just tonight?
Is something going on here? Oh, you know you might be right.
But, if you don’t stop your crying, we’re both going to wash away.

I see your tears. Your eyes are turning red.
You blow a kiss. Was it something that I said?

The money in your pocketbook,≠ now is that all a dream?
You’ve dragged yourself through all these lies. Now, everything’s what it seems.

Is there something wrong, dear? Or is it just tonight?
Is something going on here? Oh, you know you might be right.
But, if you don’t stop your crying, we’re both going to wash away.

Surrender.
Then I’ll slap your wrists.
Don’t give up.
Don’t give up all of this.

Is there something wrong, dear? Or is it just tonight?
Is something going on here? Oh, you know you might be right.
But, if you don’t stop your crying, we’re both going to wash...
But, if you don’t stop your crying, we’re both going to wash...
But, if you don’t stop your crying, we’re both going to wash away
Track Name: Man On A String
MAN ON A STRING

I’ve got something here to show you. Come with me it’s down the hall.
It’s just a man’s life, top to bottom. We’re only human after all.
Remember when your dreams were golden. Pouring from you like champagne.
You used to lie on hills in summer. Now you’re lying in the rain.

Man on a string. Does the dance you wish you could do.
Man on a string. Does whatever you tell him to.
I’ve been standing in my own light far too long.

Here’s comes someone else’s floor show. I think her name’s Elizabeth.
With studs and hoops and smiles and bangles. And Irish whiskey on her breath.
So help me God this girl’s the devil. She’s got a nasty, wicked mind.
So armed with all her words of wisdom, I set out stumbling, falling blind.

I put my foot into it this time. Left to chance what I’m to know.
But if I believed the fortune cookie I’d be a millionaire, dead years ago.

Man on a string. Does the dance you wish you could do.
Man on a string. Does whatever you tell him to.
Man on a string. Does the dance you wish you could do.
Man on a string. Does whatever you tell him to.
I’ve been standing in my own light far too long.
Track Name: Home Again
HOME AGAIN

I wait for the metal doors to open by the used newspaper bin.
I’m looking at another world that I don’t want to live in.
Everything I know is wrong and everything I’ve heard is true.
Madness stared me in the face and I looked at my shoes.

Sweaty, road-hog belly busters. They still smell like yesterday.
Four days there and back. From California to Poughkeepsie.
Arms don’t mean a thing unless you know what they are there for.
Love is blind but that’s okay I’ve seen it all before.
I’ve seen it all before.

I thought I knew right from wrong.
I can’t help myself. It’s been so long.
I wish someone would send me home again.

I said, ‘I can’t come by your house. When I’m lonely I don’t work right.’
She said ‘The moons spins round, alone forever. Still he comes here every night.’
Suddenly it hit me what’s been so wrong all this time.
Then as quickly as it came it seemed to slip my mind.
It seemed to slip my mind.

I thought I knew right from wrong.
I can’t help myself. It’s been so long.
I wish someone would send me home again.

You say, ‘Stop this talk...come and give me a big kiss.’
I’ve heard talk of broken hearts but what if you don’t have one to begin with?

I thought I knew right from wrong.
I can’t help myself. It’s been so long.
I wish someone would send me home again.
Home again.
Track Name: That's How It Seems
THAT’S HOW IT SEEMS

Will you give me your answer? Tell it like it is?
Or make it all up to me?
When lightning strikes all my steel dreams, you hang on for dear life.
At least that’s how it seems to me.

I punch the wall when I hang up with you.
It’s like I’m walking in my sleep.
You say you don’t know. That’s become a running theme. But I think you’re quite sure.
At least that’s how it seems to me.

When lightning strikes all my steel dreams,
you hang on for dear life.
At least that’s how it seems to me.

It’s time for you to put your smile back on.
And dance under the moonbeams.
You’ve pulled enough strings to tie me down.
At least that’s how it seems to me.
Track Name: I Don't Fly
I DON’T FLY

My dreams are in black and white.
And they’re nothing much to speak of.
My dreams are all the same.
Nothing evil, nothing holy. No meat on the bone.

My dreams are in black and white.
And they’re nothing much to speak of.
My dreams are all the same.
Nothing evil, nothing holy. No meat on the bone.

I don’t fly, or disappear, or get what I deserve.
I don’t do the things I’ve heard of. I don’t have the nerve.

My dreams will get better soon.
I make that promise to me now.
My dreams waste all my time.
But one good one might change my mind.

I don’t fly, or disappear, or get what I deserve.
I don’t do the things I’ve heard of. I don’t have the nerve.
Track Name: Till We Get Out Alive
TILL WE GET OUT ALIVE

Invitation to oblivion.
You take this man and his kiss of death.
The devil moon is out tonight.
It’ll take years to catch your breath.
I know where the money is.
We’ll send a chill up her greedy spine.
We’re going to split it fifty-fifty, Mac.
Even Steven, right down the line.

Don’t thank me till we get out alive, because it can’t be done.

My baby took it to the hiding place.
She must have stolen it for her and me.
It’s in the jungle by a water hole,
in the rotten trunk of monkey tree.
I stand staring at my pretty bride.
I bought the ring and took the vow.
Money talks but it screams to me.
She messing with the big boys now.

Don’t thank me till we get out alive, because it can’t be done.

Let me see that map, again.
It’s tattooed on your big, bald head.
We’ll leave my baby to the crocodiles.
Tragic ending for a newlywed.
I don’t hear her voice no more.
I remember how it kept me awake.
Nothing means much to a man like me.
I guess promises are meant to break.

Don’t thank me till we get out alive, because it can’t be done.
Track Name: See The Man
SEE THE MAN

We kissed in the middle of the road. Locked tight underneath a willow.
We stayed that way for too long. No surprise.
Cause when we come up we’ve got to look in each other’s eyes.
Old habits die hard. I keep thinking that you’re going to be there.
Give me some time.
I’ve hung blankets on all of the mirrors.
All of the mirrors.

Don’t want to see the man living alone.
In a house too big to call home.
Everything keeps spinning around me.
You keep dreaming of the man I should be.
And I don’t want to see the man living alone.
Don’t want to see the man living alone.

We hold hand and we walk side by side. We don’t talk and we squirm to the left and right.
Our hands are sweating so bad it feels like we’re melting together.
Almost, not quite.
There’s a plane in the sky. I try to trace its trail with my finger.
The rest of my life just dangles like the carrot and stick, dear.
The carrot and stick, dear.

Don’t want to see the man living alone.
In a house too big to call home.
Everything keeps spinning around me.
You keep dreaming of the man I should be.
And I don’t want to see the man living alone.
Don’t want to see the man living alone.

I don’t want to see. I don’t want to see.

Don’t want to see the man living alone.
In a house too big to call home.
Everything keeps spinning around me.
You keep dreaming of the man I should be.
And I don’t want to see the man living alone.
Don’t want to see the man living alone.
Don’t want to see the man living alone.
Don’t want to see the man living alone.
Track Name: Same Place
SAME PLACE

Weeds have grown around my ankles.
Tied me to this plot of land.
But you can’t sing for your supper.
That’s a lie that someone told you.

Tried to rule my life by my passion.
I let the river carry me.
But something’s trying to drag me under.
I watch the dream eat itself now.

It’s the same place. You can run all your life.
It’s the same place. No matter where you go.

From the dirt road to the highway.
There’s lots of time to think things out.
I’d have been here much, much sooner.
If I hadn’t taken one wrong turn.

It’s the same place. You can run all your life.
It’s the same place. No matter where you go.
It’s the same place. You can run all your life.
It’s the same place. No matter where you go.