Brooklyn Demos

by Arden Rogow-Bales

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Recorded in only the finest Bushwick and Williamsburg bedrooms, this audiophile collection showcases the crystal-clear MacBook microphone and the natural warmth of Ikea deskware. A uniquely intimate insight into the artist in his natural habitat.

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released July 19, 2013

words, music, vocals, guitars, etc. by Arden Rogow-Bales

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Arden Rogow-Bales Toronto, Ontario

Comedy?
Tragedy?
YMMV.

Originals live here; covers/parodies are at
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Track Name: You Got Me
I didn't think I had a heart in me to give,
But here I am now giving it to you.
I thought I'd never want to fall in love again,
But now it seems that's all I want to do.
Ooh, I told myself I'm stronger on my own
But since I met you, I can't stand to be alone;

(You got me!)
I thought I could outsmart it,
But there's something in my heart that
Pulls me forward and I know now
It'll never let me go; now
I can tell that I'm all ready,
Set, to go for going steady,
Yeah, I know --
Ohh.

I thought I could deny it,
Yeah, but every time I try it
I know nothing could be wronger
'Cause it comes back even stronger,
And instead of getting smarter,
I keep falling even harder
Than before --
Ohh.

I've seen the bright side and the darker side of love,
And I found the good time wasn't worth the pain
Yeah, I was done for good, the day that I met you;
But here I am, now, doing it again.
Now I don't know if I was right or I was wrong;
I try to hold back, but these feelings pull me on --

(You got me!)
I thought I could outsmart it, etc.
Track Name: Whoa, Romney!
Whoa, Romney! Your election's all gone wrong.
Whoa, Romney! Time to sing a different song.
You told us we should ease the rich and tax the poor,
But man, this ain't the 1980's anymore!
Reagan had his time in the spotlight; now it's time to settle the score.

Whoa, Romney! Bet you're feeling pretty small,
Whoa, Romney! Now the writing's on the wall:
A new demographic means you need a newer plan,
So take that old white thing and toss it in the can --
A multicultural country needs a multicultural man.

Whoa, Romney! Try to let go of supply-side!
Take a chance, take a leap -- try to see yourself on my side!

Whoa, Romney! Bet you're feeling pretty small,
Whoa, Romney! Now the writing's on the wall:
A new demographic means you need a newer plan,
So take that old white thing and toss it in the can --
A multicultural country needs a multicultural man.

Whoa, Romney! (repeat to fade)
Track Name: Understand
He doesn't understand
I might want more from life than kissing him;
He doesn't understand
Maybe I wanna go to school?
'Cause I've got dreams...
Yeah, I've got plans and hopes and schemes,
But he doesn't understand—
Thinks all I need's a man...

My parents both agree,
They keep on saying I've found something good;
And they tell me I'm a fool
If I give it all up now;
And it's true!
I'm blessed to have this thing I do,
But deep down, it's hurting me,
And somehow, they still can't see...
Yeah, they don't understand.

There's so much inside me I'm dying to give,
And I know there's no way I can live
Cooped up all alone,
Making him a home...
Yeah, I need more from life,
And life needs more from me...

At first I didn't understand—
I thought that there was something wrong with me,
And if I'd only get it straight,
I'd see I'm right where I should be;
But I'm not!
I'll never give all that I've got
'Til I find the place for me
And I think now, at last, I see...
Yeah, I think I understand.
Track Name: Call Him Out
Feel like I’m living a lie, ’cause I’m dying to live.
Try to catch my tears; it’s like I cry in a sieve.
What I’m saying is, the way I make a living is killing me,
‘Cause I work for a man who spends half the day feeling me.
Whenever no one’s watching, there’s a twist or a squeeze,
And every time, I know I should resist or just leave,
But I just freeze, I just kinda wheeze, “Mister, uh, please!”,
And then he whispers, “If you give me some of this to relieve
The aching swell in my pants, then I can help in advance-
ing your career; you’ll go far if you can quell my demands.”
And I feel so lonely, like no one in hell understands,
Though there must be other women here he’s held in his hands,
But I don’t know, ’cause no one says a thing, of course, we’re afraid!
‘Cause if it’s hard to think about, it’s torture to say it.
So though he’s a predator, maybe it’s better to
Try to forget it or let it just settle? Ah!
No, I can’t let him keep up the thing that he’s doing!
Making me choose between my job and my dignity? Screw him!
Come on girl, grit your tooth, let the truth set you loose,
Tell them all he touches you and let the law protect you, boo! Just —

Call him out! Call him out!
Girl, don’t let that fucker get away with it,
Tell him he can save the shit, go ahead,
Call him out! Call him out!
Ah, tell that degrader get
Out of your life, like, see ya later, chick-hater, get gone!

I’m falling apart; well; I’m a bit of a mess;
It’s nothing, really; I’m just a little bit stressed;
It’s just, the other day, online, I filled out this test,
“Is Your Relationship Abusive?” and it spit out a “Yes”...
And, I’m confused; I knew things were rough,
But I just thought, in every couple, a few things are tough,
There’s always feuding and stuff, but if you work through things enough,
You fix ‘em; I just thought that’s how you do things in love!
But I gotta face it: things are rougher now than they once were.
Cunt? Sure, he’s called me that, and other fun slurs.
Little shit’s chasing dumb skirts while I’m home and my thumbs twirl?
And to top it all, he’s still never made me come once! (grrr!)
So, goodbye, lover blues, I’m flying high cause of you,
I’m sick of trying to pull you closer just to tighten the noose,
I’ve got my eye on the blue skies, I’m flyin the coop,
Because I’m telling you, it’s over, now, I’m tired of abuse!
Come on! —

Call him out! Call him out!
Girl, don’t let that fucker get away with it,
Tell him he can save the shit, go ahead,
Call him out! Call him out!
Ah, tell that degrader get
Out of your life, like, see ya later, chick-hater, get gone!