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I Wish You Did To

by Megaladon Manny

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1.
Fell asleep against my will, I woke up in the new year Gettin sick of all these pills, there's a system we adhere by Close your eyes until the sunlight hurts And if you got somethin you want folks to hear, put it on a T-shirt I tell you there's a wave of guys behind you all come and gone like you will be soon Surprised they weren't born from the same vagina They all grew up and lived their lives like you Crack another smile for the camera baby Stick with me and I'll take you right to the top Nevermind the crowd of folks sayin "maybe" Notice not a single one said "stop"
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Missed Calls 04:52
Who's got an eye out for you? Do you really know that you're not alone? Expect a call from Wall Street, or we could disconnect the phone Just hold me closer I can't stand shopping at the mall It's getting colder out there, do we really have to move at all? And I took some time off work I figured I need some time to think Spent the day in bed I didn't really sleep a wink There's clouds within these walls and bright lights underneath I'm finally feeling smaller, standing under blank skies in the streets Those words of longing, don't they lose their luster? There's thoughts of loving running but I can't seem to muster up A decent love note or a poem either I'm no Frost or Whitman but at least I ignite some kind of fire After all this time, I guess it's fair That they should fill in all the cracks Avert your eyes from the great blank stare Burning holes in the cloth on our backs There's some great dream that's out there, dancing just out of reach And we're sitting cross-armed in here, no need to drink the bleach yet And I could stay forever in your sweet envelope But perhaps it's for the better if only one of us elopes Tell me to quiet down, tell me it's nothing Tell me there's no good reason left that I've been running And I will believe you baby, I left my will at home Let's stay right here, be lazy, I will disconnect the phone After all this time, I guess it's fair That they should fill in all the cracks Avert your eyes from the great blank stare Burning holes in the cloth on our backs
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Cameras surrounding, the great son proceeds With evil confounded by selfless good deeds And nature abounds in the dirt and the weeds Leather bound straps 'round the wound on your knee You are hiding from no one and running to me And I love you and want all your visions to breathe You are no revolver, but you make me bleed So pleasant, the pain from the sting of your bee For if ever someone could know how it feels To need all your breaths like a baby needs meals Then I am the former and before you I kneel to serve as your only, away we will steal At least in our dreams that we claim to have had A lie is a lie but the truth is not bad So what lies ahead is said to be scantily clad Just don't bury your hopes within your deadbeat dad And believe when I say that I'll be here forever Forever is seeming a feeble endeavor Your neck is a beauty, a sure sin to sever Your skin moves about me, your body, it tremors And I once thought I'd leave here by early November September, it came and became the aggressor of peace in my heart, and by every square measure I painted my love, my canvas was your pleasure So please do not leave me, my sweet voodoo doll Your pins poke and tease me, they leave me enthralled I'll stitch you together with the weather's grey lull Dreaming of better things and white shopping malls With cameras surrounding, you hide in your hair With evil confounded, the throne has no heir And nature abounds in the smog-smelling air This great love I found in your deafening stare
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Lawyer's Eye 03:10
They say it's hard leaving your youth behind That's why the world moves forward while we look behind Maybe that's fair Take it in stride, boy, what's left for you to hide? You've got a lover's heart and a lawyer's eye Life at home between the drone Standing in your garden, staring at the windowsill
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Fury 01:47
Well there's a man in the back of my head I hear him talk when I'm lying in bed He tells me not to move, says to just play dead And every time he speaks, I feel my face turn red And I say "Hey! You there in the corner! This is the only time I'm gonna warn you! I don't want you here, I'm the solo sojourner" But he just laughs and says "Boy, you're a loner and there's nothing wrong with that so long as you don't look back. You got bad grades in school, wouldn't take the teachers crap and boy, there's nothing wrong with that." I tell him "Guy, you ain't as tough as you seem. Look at me, least I still got my dream. I'm getting out of here, then YOU'RE NEVER GONNA SEE ME AGAIN!" Anger and sadness, confusion and madness run rampant through my afternoons I can't even honestly justify all of it Maybe I am just a fool Maybe I'm daft, or am I getting fat or slacking on all of my work? The morning sun hurts and I'm shouting in blind bursts of fury every now and again
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Locomotive 03:48
There's a life in which I am a grand locomotive She boarded my cab and set into great motion The pistons revolved on the tracks set about And I sang to her, smoke billowing out from my mouth Monster of metal, I silently loved her Caressing her breast with the move of my wheel She slept in my cab upon great seats of leather Her red heart repeating, the monster could feel And once, when the train finally screeched to a halt Amongst endless crowds drinking liquor and malt The woman soon left me, yet I barreled on This train lived its life in a great marathon Giant of iron, I silently loved her Careening through canyons, remembering that smell Of sweat and of sleeping and of self-concious thinking The train couldn't cry but its coals burnt like hell There's a life in which I am a grand locomotive Seamless in sight, trapped in infinite motion One day, I'll wake up to a great frame of steel that encases my heart and confines me to wheels
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Well there's a life out there for the likes of me Trust me when I say it isn't pretty to see Spent my life accepting defeat Because losing is easier than reality Look at that fag with the fag in his mouth Do you think that there's a thing that he could tell you about he didn't learn from TV or drinking too many stouts? There's a sea of debris in which he faithfully drowned Because there's winners and losers and druggies and boozers and not that much else when you're hailing from Newark, New Jersey, the spirit of which runs through his veins Ain't it fun havin more balls than brains? There's this big bright screen in my overview flashing words at me, "Uncle Sam wants you!" Well if I die, I wont die in some tube Am I bumpin heroin or simply huffin glue? cause all of that shit that all my friends got past only led em down the path of greedy bureaucrats So I followed my own instinct, I sat on my ass Ten years down the road I might miss gym class Because there's toil and treasure and I just want my pleasure and I don't even care who I hurt or how I measure I have no endeavors, only desires Call me a disgrace but you can't call me a liar
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West Virginia, the home that I know The sun-baked hometowns and the hills covered in snow I left all your mountains, all your crowds and all your beer I left for the city, I left out of fear Out of fear that I'd live and die where I was born Not movin forward or backward no more Now all I know is where I've come from West Virginia, the home that I know And the prisons full of thieves and of killers and of robbers They're all just like us, all they need is a dollar and a house full of family, or a love, or a friend but We are all the same, we're alone in the end We are all the same, we are all the same And all we need is a cigarette to sober up The well sprung a leak, all we need is a drink At least there's a job for me, a place I can sink There's a girl out there, she waits for me There's a girl out there, she was made for me And the prisons full of thieves and of killers and of robbers They're all just like us, all they need is a dollar and a house full of family, or a love, or a friend but We are all the same, we're alone in the end We are all the same, we are all the same And all we need is a cigarette to sober up Now all that I got are the holes in my wall And the things I hear sometimes My brother died last year when he drank from the tap These are things I hear sometimes More than a man, I'm a legend to these folk Built all my life merely wishing for hope I lied to your face when I spoke before We are nothing alike, I don't need it anymore We are all the same, we are all the same We're alone and we're scared and we feel it's a game because We are all the same, we are all the same And all we have is a cigarette to sober up

about

This is not a commercial release. Rather, this is the preservation of modern musical history.

Megaladon Manny were an experimental rock outfit formed in the summer of 2013 somewhere outside Livingston, Montana. Singer/songwriter Cal Thaddeus initially formed the group as a duo with then-wife Laura Bennington-Thaddeus as a vehicle for his creative output. As a young songwriter in the bustling metropolis of Bozeman, Thaddeus struggled to get his career off the ground, and frequently resorted to penning ad jingles for local businesses in order to support himself and his wife. One day, after the transmission of their 1989 Toyota Camry spontaneously combusted, the songwriting duo decided to hitchhike to Billings.

Upon reaching Billings, Cal and Laura wound up homeless on the streets for some time before being taken in by local musician Seamus Taylor, who had seen an early iteration of Megaladon Manny perform at several of the local open mics. Over the next six months, Thaddeus and Taylor formed a tight creative partnership that eventually lead to the formation of a full four-piece rock group upon the addition of local drummer Francesca Fieldman. Rehearsing in Taylor's basement during this time, the group amassed a baker's dozen of halfway finished songs that they decided to record and flesh out in the process. Of course, being recently homeless and completely out of work for nearly a year, Thaddeus was at a loss for acquisition of studio time. This led to his recruitment of Thom Keating, a budding audio engineer who operated his own label out of West Virginia. It is said that after a single phone call, nearly seven minutes in length, Keating agreed to bring a mobile version of his studio out to Montana in order to record the indie rockers for next to nothing in compensation.

Keating arrived in Billings in the winter of 2014 and the group immediately began work on the album. The recording process was a long and arduous one, as most of Keating's recording equipment had been lost or damaged in his cross-country trek to Montana. By the time recording had officially begun, Keating was armed with little more than an old Califone tape deck, a broken Radio Shack microphone, and an iPhone 4. Rather than postpone the sessions, Thaddeus insisted that they continue as scheduled, and that the lack of professional equipment would only contribute to the lo-fi aesthetic of the record.

After three months of non-stop recording, with sessions that produced over thirty songs, relationships within the band were becoming strained, particularly that of Thaddeus and Bennington. Suddenly, one day in early February of 2015, the two ended their marriage, and Thaddeus took off on his bike with the master tapes. He was never seen again.

The remaining musicians have since disbanded and pursued various careers outside of music. Taylor currently studies architecture at MICA in Baltimore, Maryland, while Fieldman was last seen bagging groceries at a Piggly Wiggly in Missoula. Laura Bennington passed away in a tragic sky-diving incident in June of 2016, and Cal Thaddeus remains officially missing, with the search for his whereabouts having gone cold some time last year.

These recordings were thought to be long lost until March 2018, when they were found on a cassette that had been acquired by Rudy Jaroskovic, a cassette collector and historian based out of Billings. Jaroskovic claims to have received the tape in a box of old cassettes that he purchased for $12 off of craigslist; however, he denies having any memory of who sold him the tapes. It was in the process of cataloging the tapes that he discovered a cassette labeled 'I Wish You Did To [Unfinished]' without any other information or identification to be found. After posting about the tape on several message boards dedicated to tape enthusiasts, Jaroskovic was eventually contacted by Keating, who purchased the tape from him, remastered the recordings and produced the eleven tracks before you today.

Today, I Wish You Did To stands as the sole recorded effort of Megaladon Manny and any of its members; it also constitutes the last known physical evidence of the existence of Cal Thaddeus, whose birth certificate and social security number have seemingly been expunged from public record. Thus, it has been uploaded here in an effort to document and preserve a rare blip in the timeline of indie lo-fi rock. Listener, if you're out there, I hope these recordings find you well and serve you as they were meant to.

In 2018, when asked about his contributions to I Wish You Did To, Thom Keating had this to say:

"Oh yeah, that happened... I don't really remember that time of my life. I'm pretty sure I was in some mescaline-induced stupor for most of 2014, a la Hunter S. Thompson. The only memories I really have left from that time are driving through the Montana Desert and puking into a cassette deck. I'd really rather not talk about it."

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released February 13, 2015

MEGALADON MANNY IS:
Cal Thaddeus - lead vocals, guitars, organs, synthesizers, harmonica
Laura Bennington - bass guitars, vocals
Seamus Taylor - lead guitars, tape loops, vocals
Frankie Fieldman - drums, percussion, recorder, drum programming

recorded, mixed and mastered at the home of Seamus Taylor by Thom Keating in 2014-15

all horns arranged and performed by Thom Keating

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