The C'est La Vie EP

by Rich Restaino & The Obits

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The band recorded this 8-song EP in late 2008, with basic tracks and some vocals tracked at The Brain Machine Studio in Austin, and the rest recorded by Rich at madhouse! studio. This was a transition record, the first by The Obits. However, it was not the first time most of the musicians had played and recorded together. The Obits were born out of the ashes of Austin's doo-wop-punk band, The Late Fees, which was a project led by Zimmy T. (first Obits bassist featured here) and Rich (whose nom-de-Fee was Fingers McKnuckles). Some of the old Late Fees stank is still on this record.

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released January 1, 2009

LABEL: madhouse! records / Austin, TX (indie)
Produced by Rich Restaino
Recorded by Randy Avenell & Rich Restaino
Mixed & Mastered by Randy Avenell
Original CD Artwork & Layout by Hunt Wellborn

Rich Restaino: acoustic/electric/baritone guitars, bass, vocals, percussion
Zimmy T (45): bass
Dave Wylie: drums
Hunt Wellborn: guitars
Lloyd Wright: keyboards
Sara Shansky: backing vocals, percussion
Elzie Ivey Restaino: backing vocals, percussion
Roz Mandola: backing vocals, percussion

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Track Name: Ronnie Got Free
"Ronnie Got Free"
(R.F. Restaino)

When Ronnie Got Free of Phil and started singing again
All the rock and roll fans shouted, "Hallelujiah, Amen!"
She'd been locked away too long, but now she's back where she belongs

And Ronnie got free, Ronnie got free, whoa-oh

Ronnie and her cousin Nedra and her sister Estelle
Learned to dance on the streets of Spanish Harlem that they loved so well
But Ronnie caught the record man's eye and he really took her for a ride

But Ronnie got free, Ronnie got free
And that just made me so damned happy

Ronnie's got bad memories, but she don't do regrets
And don't talk to her about Phil's troubles
'Cause that's one thing she deserves to forget

When Ronnie got free of Phil and started living again
She called up some of her old pals and she started a band
She's back home up on the stage and Phil, he's loked up in a cage

But Ronnie got free, Ronnie got free
And rock-and-roll's got back it's queen
Ronnie got free, Ronnie got free
And that just makes me so damn happy
Ronnie got free, Ronnie got free, whoa-oh
Track Name: So It Goes
"So It Goes"
(R.F. Restaino)

You're born, you die
You laugh, you cry
But the day you check out is just another day
For ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the human race

So it goes, my friend
You were here and then you went
And the best that any of us can expect
Is for someone left behind
Who might say that you were kind

So we work, we dream
We plan, we scheme
But we get no guarantees, except one
The big one; I'm talking 'bout the great-big 'D'

So it goes, my friend
We are here just for a while
And what a nicer place this old world would be
If instead of looking toward the sky
We tried to make each other smile

We're flesh, we're dust
Life hurts, but we must
'Cause it's the only game in town
And they only give us one go-round

So it goes, my friend
You were here and then you went
And the best that any of us can expect
Is for someone left behind
Who might say that you were kind

Is there someone left behind
Who might say that you were kind?
Track Name: Rock & Roll Casualty
"Rock & Roll Casualty"
(R.F. Restaino)

All I see up and down the street
Is a blur of studded belts and tattoos,
Fifty-dollar vintage t-shirts and
Chuck Taylor shoes

It seems like everybody's playing in a rock and roll band
You can see 'em all unloading their Econoline vans
I know it looks like fun, but trust me, I know better
And I don't wanna be
I don't wannna be another rock & roll casualty

Look at all these kids with guitars
Working every night in these goddamn bars
Rehearse for six months just to play to empty rooms
Waiting for some man to come and dig their tunes

They've got money enough for drugs but
Got to borrow for the rent
I don't meann to criticize
'Cause some of them are my friends
But I hope they get the picture when I change my phone number

'Cause I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be another rock & roll casualty

Rock is dead
Long live rock
Track Name: Brooklyn
"Brooklyn"
(R.F. Restaino)

Me and T. got drunk one night
Sitting on the stoop outside of
Some kind of den of iniquity
Back in 1983
It's true that we were not yet ten-
Years old, but times were tough back then
Disco yet had not been declared dead

In Brooklyn, they tell you off right to your face
In Brooklyn, where every woman carries mace

Me and T., we sang along
With some old cats on the corner
Who tried to teach us harmony
But, fuck it, Zimmy only would sing lead
He wouldn't go "bop-shoo-bop"
No "ram-a-lang," no "ding-dong"
But I had to do that every fucking song

In Brooklyn, where everyone's connected
In Brooklyn, does this thing look infected?

The old neighborhood has changed
It can never be the same again
With all those yuppies there
The girls still tease, but they don't tease their hair
And that was the last straw
I knew I couldn't take no more
I sold my Monte Carlo to some pimp

In Brooklyn, emo-rockers moving in to
Brooklyn, but Jackie Robinson is still the king in
Brooklyn, it's enough to make a grown man cry, so
Brooklyn, kiss my working-class, old-school ass goodbye
Track Name: Take Off the Gloves
"Take Off the Gloves"
(R.F. Restaino)

Way down where you keep those things that
You won't let me see
I suspect there's a thing or two
You'd like to tell show me
Get it over with, tell me off, I got it coming

Take off the gloves and lean right into me
Show me your worst
Then we'll both be free to let it go
Just land a few good blows, my sweet

Why is it just so hard for you to
State your case when
I'm inviting you to
Say it all right to my face and
I'll take it on the chin
It's OK, I'm prepared for the worst

Take off the gloves and lean right into me
Show me your worst
Then we'll both be free to let it go
Just land a few good blows, my sweet

Yeah, yeah, I just wanna fight like we used to
Whoa-yeah, they say breakin' up is hard
But makin' up is just so easy to do
Track Name: Working
"Working"
(R.F. Restaino0

Step into my office, said the man,
And so I went
We talked for a little while,
And then he offered me his hand
He offered me a job,
And a job’s what I came looking for
So I started out on Monday,
But on Tuesday I was out the door

Working for a living will do you in
God, when does the fun begin?

I’ve bounced around a bit,
Taken my fair share of shit
It’s just the way of the world,
It’s how it goes, so let’s get on with it
Eight hours and a lunch,
Five days a week seems a bit too much
I suppose I’ll never really get the hang of this

Working for a living will do you in
God, when does the fun begin?

This business here is your business, not mine
Ain’t it enough I’ve given you my time?

The worker has always been the pet
Of the owner class
And, man, it’s getting harder to find enough humps Willing to risk their ass
Remember Haymarket, the Wobblies,
Sacco and Vanzetti, too
They got shot up, their heads busted in
For the likes of me and you

They knew working for a living will do you in
But, Jesus Christ, when does the fun begin?
Track Name: Prometheus Baby
"Prometheus Baby"
(Zimmy T. / R.F. Restaino)

What can I do with all this hate in my heart
That tears me away from you
I could drop down some bucks and tell some schmuck
All the things I should be telling you

Or I could try cussin, fighting, and crying
Wallowing in sorrow and gloom
Track Name: Kristopher Brown
COMING SOON!