The Gomorran Social Aid and Pleasure Club

by The Gomorrans

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The Gomorrans epitoumous album was recorded in a makeshift studio in a small yellow house on 56th St in Oakland while its inhabitants were on a crosscountry road trip. it was a good time.

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released December 31, 2006

The Gomorrans are:
Beebe: banjo, guitar, piano, accordion, pots and pans, vocals
Kirley: Tuba
Knippelmeir: trombone, double bass
Lenhartz: clarinet
Davis: trumpet
Westbrook: drums and trash

Featured appearances by
Dina Macabee: viola on Whiskey Paycheck
Jon Keigwin: double bass onExhaust
Geoffrey Dyer: steel guitar on Exaust

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The Gomorrans Oakland, California

Catharsis is a religious experience. Sin is universal. The Gomorrans seek to blend the two into a transcendent soul happening. Seeing the them is like smoking a $50 cigar that's sealed with the sweat from a Cuban woman's inner thigh, or freebasing powdered absinthe: you'll never be quite the same person. You'll know something the others don't. The Gomorrans tarnish your soul, but in a good way. ... more

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Track Name: Whiskey Paycheck
Well when my whiskey paycheck comes
All my sorrows I won’t have none
& All you women are gonna have some fun
When my whiskey paycheck comes

I’m gonna tuck in my shirt, slick back my hair
We’ll be drinking with the carnies at the county fair
& I’m gonna win you the biggest teddy bear
When my whiskey paycheck comes

So I’m giving my resignation
Don’t be shy strike up the band
Now there’s no time for hesitation baby
Just give me your hand

We got to tell all the newsboys on the street
You know I’m not gonna be discrete
We’ll be up in the presidential suite
When my whiskey paycheck comes


Well when my whiskey paycheck comes
All my sorrows I won’t have none
& All you women are gonna have some fun
When my whiskey paycheck comes

With my king’s bay and my royal crown
His majesty and I's always going down
But we can smoke anything that’ll light up the town
When my whiskey paycheck comes

So I’m giving my resignation
& You know it’s gonna be grand
You don’t need no invitation baby
Oh You just take my hand

This town will be under my thumb
We’ll all be blind and deaf and dumb
I’ll be you Tweedle-dee, you’ll be me Tweedle-dum
When my whiskey paycheck comes
Track Name: Not Sleeping
You're scaring all the crows
Because I'm sure each of them know
your not sleeping
or you'll wake up soon

Well I'd hate to impose
on drinks left for gigolos
but no ones weeping
and the ice is melting soon

We've all been here before
It's just another Devil's sympathy syndrome
Your Heels they echo on the floor
Click, click, click
There's no place, There's no place, There's no place like home.

With your psychosomatic itch
a night spent dreamless in a ditch
Nobody's sleeping or waking up too soon
Track Name: Exhaust
Driving home don't go too fast
Now the stars are dying out at last
Without a sound they'll flicker and they'll fade
from the inconsequential worlds that we have made

So stay awake. Don't shut your eyes.
And don't loose sight of the yellow lines
And watch the speedometer as you go
36, 35, 34

And don't worry, it's fine.
Just watch the play of your headlight across the street signs

We had strawberries to garnish our champagne
And rose petals fluttering down like rain
but that was just flirtation don't forget
There's not need to apologize for your regrets

But now look on the shoulder, Oh no somebody rolled
Well God got angry and he lost control
And the broken glass was sprayed into your lane
so you merge into the left one where it's safe

These church bells ring in our ears
but those ghosts are just exhaust my dear

So now if you will, here's the epilogue
The sun is rising to burn off the fog
And now there's no more pennies in the jar
and now there's no more women in the bar
and now there's no more gas to run the car
and now there's no more wishes on our star
Because it's gone, it's over, and the flames are burning out.
Track Name: Fried Fish
Fried Fish!
Track Name: Dancing in our Graves
You've got to smile, and let the sun replace the moon
With low brow high ball kitten cocktail jokes all afternoon
But watch out the twilight, it's going to be here soon
And we'll all be dancing in our graves

Well we made this deal, frivolous now it seems
But try and get your money back boys for all those broken dreams
Some dissipating refund, just ash and dust and steam
and we're all just dancing in our graves

I had too many pieces
these broken shards of self importance
they all splinter and crack
synapses firing back
resenting everything you thought that I might say tonight

So you're throwing up your hands, or you're pulling out your hair
The Pearly Gates and the Golden Arches
They lose a bit of the flare
Oh Mother Mary, can't you just pretend you care
Now that I'm just dancing in my grave

Was there something more, or is that what we'd expect
I asked da Vinci and DiCaprio but they haven't answered yet
Still I try not to worry, I try not to fret
Because I'm just dancing in my grave
and we're all just dancing in our graves
Everybody's just dancing in their graves
Track Name: The world has never known
Two grains of glitter from your hair
they drifted to the ground. I was the only one around
pretending we were millionares
She's taking off her clothes, the world has never known

You hear the lucky cash drawer ring
One hundred pennies from the sky, a familiar passerby
Teacher says an angel gets his wings under a chandelier of bones
the world has never known

With the vaguest splash of empty bottles like scraps
of long forgotten dreams
But it's a fine day to get up and put that coffee in you cup
I thought eventually I would have had enough

Licorice lips all painted red and glimmering rhinestone
vinyl over silicone
Then suddenly the line went dead
and such an empty dial tone
the world has never known