Recorded on a four-track cassette in RI sometime in the late eighties, the Frustrations were a band hot out of college with big dreams and even bigger hair. Featuring Steve Johnson on Bass, Paul Tedeschi on Guitar and Al Greco on Drums, the Frustrations were truly ahead of their time — by at least 327 seconds — which was a lot in those pre-Internet days.
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You want it you want it you want it tough
With all your heart and hardness
You like it you like it you like it rough
Like a flower in the darkness
You’re taking the Greyhound
No easy way around
Thanking the people
For putting you down
You want it you want it you want it tough
With all your heart and hardness
You like it you like it you like it rough
Like a flower in the darkness
You’re a tiny bubble pushing up from the deep
When you get to the surface you just pop
You want it you want it you want it tough
With all your heart and hardness
You like it you like it you like it rough
Like a flower in the darkness
You’re a rising star shooting up from the east
Going supernova dropping debris
You want it you want it you want it tough
With all your heart and hardness
You like it you like it you like it rough
Like a flower in the darkness
Flower is angry
Flower can love you, too
Flower is pretty
Flower is cruel
You want it you want it you want it tough
With all your heart and hardness
You like it you like it you like it rough
Like a flower in the darkness
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There’s a world in my head
Trickling down down down
There’s a world in my head
Trickling down
No one knows
Just what’s inside of my head
Not even me
Memories
Pictures and thoughts that I’ve had
Unconsciously
There is a world in my head
Trickling down down down
There is a world in my head
Trickling down
And my attic is full
Boxes, bikes and old butterflies
Newspaper clippings a shrine
To everything that was once mine
And is mine
And will always be mine
There is a world in my head
Trickling down down down
There is a world in my head
Trickling down
Acrobats
Party hats
Hole riddled diplomats
Income tax
Persian cats
The smell of grass
Not being there for your heart attacks
Stupid facts
There is a world in my head
Trickling down down down
There is a world in my head
Trickling down
So many voices inside of me
Fragments of everything that I know
So many people inside of me
So much that nobody nobody
No one knows
Just what’s inside of my head
Not even me
Memories
Pictures and thoughts that I’ve had
Unconsciously
There is a world in my head
Trickling down down down
There is a world in my head
Trickling down
And I know
People need their pain
Seems an awful crime
All I want to say
It’s going to be alright
But I don’t know for sure
I only hope and pray
That god will find a way
To open
Open
Open
Up
Got to open up
Up
It’s the only way
And I know
Faith is hard to fake
An optimistic lie
Seems a foolish game
Nothing works out right
Complaining all the day
Crying all the night
Pleasantries aside
Gotta open
Open
Open
Up
Got to open up
Up
It’s the only way
And I know
People need their pain
Seems an awful crime
All I want to say
It’s going to be alright
But I don’t know for sure
I only hope and pray
That god will find a way
To open
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