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by George Engel

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"An Album which Includes Lonian, Dorian, Phrygian, Lydian, Mixolydian, Aeolian and Locrian; 7 Church Modes...from a pop rock view..." (ge)

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released January 2, 2020

Baby Boot Box is:
George Engel
Scott Genereau
Craig Malone
Thanks to:
Lisa Lawrence (Backing Vocals)
Krista Johnson (Backing Vocals)
Brett Chamberlain (Old Mexico)
Jake (Dust into Stone)
Produced by Scott Genereau for Sling Slang Records

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George Engel Hartford, Connecticut

George Engel, a singer/songwriter and for MANY years the owner and operator of Connecticut local music label, Sling Slang Records, has recorded his own songs with his bands, Baby Boot Box and George Engel and the Wedding Band.

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Track Name: In Old Mexico
in Old Mexico

With my buddy Carlos
we ‘No-dosed” to the border of Mexico
with Kita, to Tango,
Durango, Durango
in Mexico.

from south-side Chicago
where cops know the best “blow’s”
from Mexico
in Kita's Ranchero
with mucho a peso
to Mexico

Kita and Carlos
taught me to Fandango
to the Cinema City House
short of Durango
where, how do you say it in Mexican Spanish?
we watched the scariest film on the planet

In the middle of “Traffic"
a paranoid panic
in Mexico
they left me two/quarters
and ran for the borders
of Mexico

o.... in old Mexico......in old Mexico

My Passport's with Carlos
or I'd leave tomorrow
from Mexico
so it's back to the Tango
Durango, Durango
in Mexico

o... in old Mexico......in old Mexico
Track Name: Dear Marilyn
Dear Marilyn

oh my
patron saint, couldn't you have saved poor Marilyn ?
instead of spending time, drinking new wine in Palestine
If the Gaza Strip were just a bar in old Jerusalem
you'd have found me there too, and drowning in some beers,
shedding bloody tears
hanging with the Jews

so we
rolled her up, under all the cover of the government
and there was Henry Lee, Nugochi there and me, so maybe there were three
then I sat and watched as they stood and argued over measurements
then I tagged her toe, not many people know,
importance of the toe
and the writing on the tag...

hands full of sleeping drugs
so ...you think...suicide
I'm the one that cleaned the blood
believe it was a 45!
but now that the truth's been sold
buried with an olive stone
somewhere on a grassy knoll
Marilyn is home!

you say, pardon me
but what's the big deal about Marilyn?
life magazine, where Martin Luther King taught my mother how to sing
about the motorcade, about the gapping toll that the bullet made
but more than just that
if I'm going back
I'm going back black
and never going back

there on the cattle farm
probed me with a cattle prod
broke my every leg and arm
whipped me with a pistol rod
enemies are stalking me
while angels sing Elvis songs
killed on the balcony
laid me on a bed of thorns

oh my
patron saint, couldn't you have saved poor Marilyn ?
instead of spending time, drinking new wine in Palestine
If the Gaza Strip were just a bar in old Jerusalem
you'd have found me there too, and drowning in some beers,
shedding bloody tears
hanging with the Jews
Track Name: After the College Days
After the College Days

finger hole in my side pocket
no surprise just where I got it
every year I changed my gender
really that's all I remember
Fisher's Market, Port of Groton
playing large and smelling rotten
met a girl who sewed my hole up
major liberal work of art ...but...
I know I
paid good cash to holy jesus
but still my
scrawny ass just fell to pieces
sometime after...
after the college days

lots of sex with virgin maidens
eating flesh of burning pagans
tried to hold the job I'd paid for
'one I wasn't ever made for
pitched a tent on Tamalpais
spent the summer semi-conscious
grew to be a vagrant scholar
changing gender for a dollar
although I
could articulate my thesis
but still I
blazed my trails with Reese's Pieces
but now it's
after the college days

settled in to having babies
parent-teacher-conference-ladies
figured "low-down" was the safe way
other than out on the beltway
small affairs with tiny dancers
Liberace knew the answers
kept them in his bedroom closet
laughing to the bank deposit
although I
never owned such pretty dresses
but still I've
done some things that no one guesses
but now it's
after the college days

never did smoke crack for pleasure
dig too deep for buried treasure
not there laying on the surface
couldn't serve much useful purpose
now my dog is past his prime
I want to travel back in time
we'd buy a shovel, pick and axe
and dig a hole and just relax
although I
understand that time is master
how can I
when everything keeps moving faster
'cause now it's
after the college days

should have bought that fender bass
that came complete with strap and case
and hitched up to Ontario
to ride the jet stream in the snow
and put the quarter in the slot
and grab a thousand kilowatt
and blow myself in tiny sections
spread my life in all directions
although I
understand what saving grace is
but still I
wonder where that Fender bass is
'cause now it's
after the college days
Track Name: You Never Call Me Anymore
I played then I re-played the whole "Fight Club" scene
where I threw me down the stairs on security screen
then I blew up all those buildings with those fire balls
that's when I realized...
.... you never call...me anymore
.... you never call...me anymore

I split the whole Atom into six degrees
till I knew I understood the whole Masterpiece
the speaking of the tongues back at Pentecost
but at what loss?
.... you never call...me anymore
.... you never call...me anymore

I know you know
my number's never changed
and even though
I moved a couple summers back
and left this world and now I'm back
I know you know
that nothing's really changed
and even though
I moved a couple summers back
and left this world and now I'm back...

...and rent a small space where I could sleep and wash
easy place to clean, a couple feet across
if we could talk I'd tell other things I've lost
from twenty years of alcohol
.... you never call...me anymore
.... you never call...me anymore

I know you know
my number's never changed
and even though
I moved a couple summers back
and left this world and now I'm back
I know you know
that nothing's really changed
and even though
I moved a couple summers back
and left this world and now I'm back

I played then I re-played the whole "Fight Club" scene
where I threw me down the stairs on security screen
then I blew up all those buildings with those fire balls
that's when I realized...
.... you"ll never call...
.... you"ll never call...
Track Name: Different Circles
they've been talking
in some strong discipline
busy stalking
me again
caught my thoughts engaged idle chatter
how on earth they ever found me here
so I had several talks with high commanders
and with one voice they made it clear
they'd been talking
'bout some things that I'd done
at distance, watching
if I'd run

I've heard voices/from different circles
I've heard voices/from different circles

but I've heard whispers
that give no place to hide
from urban centers
deep inside

I've heard voices/from different circles
I've heard voices/from different circles
I've heard voices/I've heard voices
I've heard voices/I've heard voices
familiar voices/from other places
and I've made choices/that leave no traces
and I've heard whispers/and I've known violence
with hands of blisters/I've served silence
I've heard voices/from different circles
I've heard voices/from different circles

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they nailed details
seems too soon to reveal
that if all else fails
I'd conceal
cause like my dreams here passed out cold and bleeding
and my dog, can't climb the stairs anymore
I get lost in all the things I've been reading
and I forget to lock the door
Track Name: In Babylon
I want to build something
could be a mouse trap
or a tree house
deep in the out back
I want to draw the plans
and apostolate
with a big white chalk
on a blank slate
.....ah, ah...in Babylon
there in Babylon

I want to screen write
about a thought I stole
twenty gigabyte
through a needle hole
that gets kidnapped
by the undertow
at a hot night spot
called the 'Camel Toe'
.....ah, ah...in Babylon
there in Babylon

I want to say something
that no one's ever heard
that would echo on
through out the universe
and would circle back
into the foreign press
where they'd paraphrase
to my worthiness
.....ah, ah...in Babylon
there in Babylon

I want to write a song
with a tribal beat
from Logo-Blocks
of pure irony
that would shape the Earth
into a hexagon
just one good verse
oh and I'd move on
.....ah, ah...in Babylon
there in Babylon

I want to build a world
in miniature
where half a foot
is a hemisphere
where I'd anoint
three Spirit-Kings
so I'd have time
to build other things
.....ah, ah...in Babylon
there in Babylon
Track Name: Water Wheel Lullaby
Water Wheel Lullaby

three toes, river and rose
tip of a fox tail, silver and gold
first born, pepper and corn
riddle of the ox bone, bramble and thorn

stone's throw, twenty below
down through the under pass, pigeon and toe
unwed, needle and thread
mother of the chamber maid's butter and bread

spirit of the water wheel
valley of the maidenhair
dancing on the potter's field
poured into an earthenware
sing a song in quarter tones
with a wing of dragonfly
powder of the grinding stone ........ lullaby

three toes, river and rose
tip of a fox tail, silver and gold
first born, pepper and corn
riddle of the ox bone, bramble and thorn

born of a hexagram
feather in a basket weave
branch of a maple tree
spoils of a mutiny
harvest of the latter phrase
bottle of the baby's breath
circle after seven days........lullaby

(Break)

spirit of the water wheel
valley of the maidenhair
dancing on the potter's field
poured into an earthenware
sing a song in quarter tones
with a wing of dragonfly
powder of the grinding stone ........ lullaby

three toes, river and rose
tip of a fox tail, silver and gold
first born, pepper and corn
riddle of the ox bone, bramble and thorn
Track Name: How to Read Your Mind
I could read your mind, and what's coming next
'cause I know the sign, and I here confess
the whole paradigm, I don't mean just guess
I mean I learned the code, though it was hard at first
a roller coaster road, that went from bad to worst
that just plainly showed, that I was unrehearsed

but now I know it fine, yeah and I proved it when
there when I read your mind, on that needle pin
from like twenty yards, on a fifth of gin
now with line and hook, I could reel you in
Like an open book, I could read your skin
I could play your heart, like a mandolin

I could make you dance, with a wicked tongue
from a simple glance, make you come undone
I could wet your pants, with my water gun
I could read your mind, read your mind, I could read your mind, read your mind
I could read your mind, read your mind... I could
read your mind
I could trace the inner space
of every single hiding place
I know just how you decorate
I know just how you sublimate
and I could see that other man
who's smaller than I think I am
I'll sucker punk him in his ear
cause, I could read his mind from here

yeah, I tried it once, on a subway train
when they closed the doors, and I called your name
without much result, but hey just the same

I could read your mind, and methodology
when I need to find, what you need from me
I just read your mind, to my memory

I just read your mind, read your mind, I just read your mind, read your mind
I just read your mind, read your mind... I just...


in the trailer park where my mother baked
for the parish priest, her sweet biscuit cakes
well, it was late at night but I was wide awake

well, it started then, yeah at the Thunderbird,
how to navigate through all I overheard
how to make some sense without a single word

how to read your mind, read your mind, how to read your mind, read your mind
how to read your mind, read your mind... how to
read your mind
Track Name: Walk Away Slow
buy a cheap fare going anywhere out of here
anywhere out of here is out of here
don't much care on how I get out of here
anyway out of here is out of here
I'm not a very big man
I could hide in the palm of your hand
or on the edge of my chair
then just disappear ... or I ...
walk away slow, so no one knows where I go
walk away slow, and go

how I keep calm when my name is on a letter-bomb
how I keep calm is the mystery
how it goes down when my life is falling in around
is how it goes down in history
I'm not as well as I seem
but not as sick as you think I am
or as black as I dream
or the polar extreme, I just....
walk away slow, so no one knows where I go
walk away slow, and go
I have a very small mind
it gets lost for days at times
preoccupied
with the noise inside.. so I...
walk away slow, so no one knows where I go
walk away slow, and go
(Break)
and buy a cheap fare going anywhere out of here
anywhere out of here is out of here
don't much care on how I get out of here
anyway out of here is out of here
I could trans-mutate
or split to stereo
but my great escape
learned embryo ... I go ...
walk away slow, so no one knows where I go
walk away slow, and go
walk away slow, so no one knows where I go
walk away slow, and go
walk away slow, so no one knows where I go
walk away slow, and go
Track Name: Who'll be my Scribe
who'll be my scribe, fresh and undefiled,
vision of my "i", story of my child?
who'll be my scribe, fresh and undefiled,
vision of my "i", story of my child?

I wish that I was perfect
so, I could fold my clothes
and iron all the creases that never show
I wish that I was Jesus
so, I could hang in pain
and get it all over with quick
then come on back again
who'll be my scribe, fresh and undefiled,
vision of my "i", story of my child?


I wish I had a purpose
I'd put it on a shelf
and show it to my brother
who'd steal it for himself!
so is it academic?
maybe I have all I need
my selfish epidemic
of sex and war and greed!
who'll be my scribe, fresh and undefiled,
vision of my "i", story of my child?
who'll be my scribe, fresh and undefiled,
vision of my "i", story of my child?
Track Name: Dust Into Stone
a student of logic, prognostic geology
lived in Pompeii but I make no apology
ashes fell down, when my life seemed spectacular
covered my ass with artistic vernacular
.....posed as a poet and buried alone
it took a few years to turn...dust into stone

I hate that my life seems just like an analogy
ghost of the motion of some vague reality
'I had the balls I'd have crawled up on Malarie
told her, her smile should be hung in a gallery!
.....we would call Paris or New York our home
where we would turn all of our dust into stone

oh, oh, dust into stone
there where a fire storm
swallowed my bones
oh, oh, dust into stone
oh, oh, dust into stone

how I so wish I had pilfered the offering
cared for the widows and fed the poor suffering
stripped off my clothes and be flogged to confession
as much as I try it's obscure recollection
.....but if it were all some how forced to be known
just my remorse would turn the dust into stone

(long Instrumental prelude)

your crocodile suitcase just landed in Malibu
I'm just too busy to get dressed to follow you
I know you think that I'm just an embarrassment
I'm on the brink of one crucial experiment
... I'm so in need for the world to be shown
that someone like me can turn dust into stone.
(Chorus)

Now I'm in the corridor / dealing with an open sore
now that my liver's gone, kidneys are failing me too!
waiting for my heart to stop / other dirty foot to drop
waiting for the dust to fall...down on me, turn me to stone
wonder if the nursing staff / knows about the hour glass
truth about the matinee / where I went searching for love
found a malignant mass / deep in my sorry ass
if it's not much to ask.. buy me a new set of sheets
waiting on the next attack / Malarie to call me back
looking for a terrorist...she said she saw on my porch
got a Jacuzzi there / put it in the open air
never really used it much ... called all my friends for a swim
then we had a barbecue / the way that only Vegans do
hey, I'm maybe loosing you / let me get back to my point!
back into the corridor....
Track Name: (On Love) Drift Away
In the dark wood
as my young heart recalls
there's a clearing
that just stretches for miles
where I witnessed
on a certain clear day
from a distance
... on love drift away

into the open
at the corner cafe'
where I would hold you
in the middle of day
and all the faces
would just smile and then stay
in that moment
.... on love drift away


when the sun sleeps
on the northern most shore
and our heart keeps
cold locks on it's door
oh for precious
time wasted away
If we'd only
......on love drift away

and lift up high it's wide canopy
we share all the same royalty
to be all we were born to be
...all it's majesty
lift up high it's wide canopy
we share all the same destiny
to be all we were born to be.....

in the dark wood
as my young heart recalls
there's a clearing
and quite room for us all
to be witness
on a day like today
into the distance
.... on love drift away

love drift away, love drift away
love drift away, on love drift away
Track Name: Truck on my Lawn (Explicit)
I got a tan line from short shirt sleeves
I got a bad rash in a deep crease
I got an oil scummed, down run, half ton
truck on my lawn

I got a man's-dog; 'keep me company
I feed him rib-eye steak with love and loyalty
I got an oil scummed, down run, half ton
truck on my lawn

and my neighbors complain and talk about an "eye-sore"
but I got a taser gun and chain by the drivers side door
In my oil scummed, down run, half ton
truck on my lawn

brings on the memories of a deep throat
to my rolodex from sticky post-it notes
in that oil scummed, down run, half ton
truck on my lawn

well, that's right (on my lawn) we spent the whole night (on my lawn)
in a cramped space (on my lawn) in a sweet place (on my lawn)

now I got a big woman now with a fast hand
she's got two pretty breasts she bought at Disneyland!
I got an oil scummed, down run, half ton
truck on my lawn

yeah, that's right! And I got a motorbike
it ain't a Harley but hey, that's all right
there's one oil scummed, down run, half ton
truck on my lawn

on my lawn (on my lawn) on my lawn (on my lawn)
on my lawn (on my lawn) on my lawn (on my lawn)
I got an oil scummed, down run, half ton
truck on my lawn

I oughta' mention this, when the transmission's gone
what my intention is when I pass on (when I pass on)
still be oil scummed, down run, half ton
truck on my lawn

well, that's right (on my lawn) we spent the whole night (on my lawn)
(on my lawn) (on my lawn)
(I got an oil scummed, down run, half ton
truck on my lawn (on my lawn)

I got a tan arm (tan arm) from short shirt sleeves (shirt sleeves)
a rear view mirror charm (mirror charm)
blowing from the highway breeze (highway breeze)
In my oil scummed, down run, half ton
truck on my lawn

on my lawn (on my lawn)
on my lawn (on my lawn)
on my lawn (on my lawn)
on my lawn (on my lawn)
I got an oil scummed, down run, half ton
truck on my lawn

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