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Hard to be Real
by Celtic Elvis
Hard To Be Real is a CD by the third incarnation of my musical satire band Celtic Elvis which was recorded live at Strings—an invitation-only acoustic music salon in the East Bay near Berkeley. It features Jim Ocean (vocals, primary songwriter and lead guitarist), Randy Anger (guitar and lead vocals), Barbara Griesau (vocals), Cecelia Pierotti (violin), and Rich Wescott on (vocals and bass).
The CD is mostly all satirical—some of it darkly so. Songs like ‘Help Me, Help Me I think I’m Turning into My Wife’ dive deep into social and interpersonal satire. Another song ‘Male Pattern Numbness’ delves into the place men go when they can’t handle commitment. ‘Singing in the Acid Rain’ discusses the glossing over of actual reality as we cope with environmental degradation.
Four part harmonies run all throughout the album with minimal instrumentation giving it a definite ‘folk’ feel. Because the CD was recorded live, it has the energy provided by a listening audience.
Many thanks to Joey Lent, the producer of Strings music salon and to Paul Tumolo who recorded the event live.
Many of these tunes will be available as part of Jim Ocean’s upcoming double-album “Sarcology” project, due to be released in the summer of 2010.
Hard to be Real

America

i'm in heaven

Hard to be Real

Little head

She Likes Girls

Sadie

Help Me, Help Me

Male Pattern Numbness

Celia

Acid Rain

C'est La Vie
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Male Pattern Numbness
© Jim Ocean
How can you look at me
With so much emotion
While I live like a refugee
So cut off from myself
You want my heart, you want everything
You want all my devotion
But the part that I cannot bring
Is the part lying in a shell
Of male, it’s just Male Pattern Numbness
My heart is as hard as my head
How can you wait for me
Thinking I may be different
Well, I’m just like those other guys
In a world of my own
I’m in love with my loneliness
I romance my defenses
Living life like a grizzly bear
Where I hibernate in a cave
Of male, it’s just male pattern numbness
My heart is as hard as my head
You're so lost in your ways, your own maze,
Always seemed to crave, when it came down to the games
Wanted recognition, wanted some affection
Had this detection were headed in the wrong direction
You would bring me close, just to offer rejection
Your emotional swing, the sadness you'd bring
Consuming my thoughts with those thoughts lingering
I though you'd be refining, your impeccable timing
But as the story was inclining, our relationship was dying
It's so sad to me, that its sad to see
What we would could of been, but how it came to be.
My uncertainty of our reality,
That it was simply not meant to be.
They say that men are slime
Slippery as their desires
They emotionally terrorize
Every woman they see
But me, that’s not exactly how
I want to be
Perceived…
So how can you look at me
With so much emotion
As I live like a refugee
So cut off from myself
I’m in love with my loneliness
I romance my defenses
Living life like a grizzly bear
Where I hibernate in a cave
Of male, it’s just Male Pattern Numbness
My heart is as hard as my head
My heart is as hard as my head
My heart is as hard as my head
She Likes Girls
© 11/89 jim ocean/rich wescott
She’s a vision in Levi’s
A goddess in jeans
A beer drinkin’, bike ridin’
Girl of my dreams
Aphrodite in leather
Venus with tattoos
That I pursue, she’s someone who
I’d like to seduce
She doesn’t mean to tease
She doesn’t try to please
She says we come from two different worlds
I said “Who cares about the life you’ve led
She just turned her head laughed and said…
(Chorus)
She likes girls
They keep her motor runnin’
She likes girls
She wont’ stop and they keep comin’
She likes girls
She says if you want me
Here’s what you gotta do
Just make a change get re-arranged
You can be beautiful too
I know a doctor in Stockholm
An artist with a knife
Delete a bit and then you’ll fit into my life.
I didn’t hesitate
I thought, my God this is great
I booked a flight that very night
Then left it as a big surprise
To see the look in her eyes
(repeat chorus)
So I went to Scandinavia
I got the surgery free
It took a year, a lot of tears
But now there’s a brand new me
Then I flew back to America
To see the look on her face
She said, “My God I’m sorry, I’m really sorry”
“But it was just a phase.”
I thought that I would die
But now I realize
I’ve got no regrets or thoughts of changin’
I like myself the way I am
‘Cause I know I’m a lesbian
(repeat chorus…end)
Singing in the Acid Rain
Copyright by Jim Ocean
(capo @ 2)
Singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Brown water rafting to nowhere
Hup…Here we go!
It was a beautiful neighborhood
With a view of the sea
But the microwave towered over
Like a steel canopy
But for the condo he made the sacrifice
Just to be sure he put some sperm on ice
And now he’s singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Brown water rafting to nowhere
She was a brilliant executive
With a nose for the top
And her posh LA office
Gave her such a view of the smog
She was oblivious to the yellow sky
She smiled at her future, and put drops in her eyes
And now she’s singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Brown water rafting to nowhere
In the town that I live in
You can hear a fire roar
Cuz the Shell Oil Refinery
Is just a mile from my door
It’s our own unofficial rent control
Affordable housing by the steel volcano
And now we’re singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Brown water rafting to nowhere
Singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Little Head
© By Jim Ocean
The battle for the higher mind is lost below the waist
If chemistry is what you find, you’ll want more than a taste
If Caesar’s brain had been in charge, he might have lived till May
But Cleopatra made him large, now all that we can say is
The little head is talking to the big head
The little head is talking too loud
The little head is talking to the big head
“Hey buddy, won’t you let me out”
The struggle for the right of way is old as skin and bone
And which desire gets its way depends on what is growin’
If Samson’s thoughts had been more pure, he might have saved his hair
Delilah fought with something sure, it really wasn’t fair
(No it wasn’t fair)
The little head is talking to the big head
The little head is talking too loud
The little head is talking to the big head
“Hey buddy, won’t you let me out”
Bridge:
Wah, wah, wah,
Blame it on procreation
Blame it on recreation
The manifestation of manipulation will make you grow hair on your palms, Oy!
The argument for love is fine, it comes from every mouth
But those want it unrefined are always heading south
William Clinton, Paula Jones, America said “Shame on you”
But what we accept, what we condone is not what we will do
(What we won’t do)
The little head is talking to the big head
The little head is talking too loud
The little head is talking to the big head
“Hey buddy, won’t you let me out”
Fear and Love
by Jim Ocean
© 2009, Jim Ocean Music
Fear has a crush on love
She's been inside his blood
Ever since he saw her
But Love just teases Fear along
Singing out a song
She knows will drive him crazy
Yea, Fear; he's got it bad for Love
But Love just teases him along.
Love is staring at the sky
She gets so hypnotized
She's so beguiled by weather
But Fear, he thinks that it's not fair
To see her flirting with the wind
It's more than he can bear
But Love keeps staring at the sky
And Fear, he's such a jealous guy
Love is drawn to passion
And when he swoops down from his dark cloud
She rides him into danger
Fear stares at the clouds
He knows the Wind's such a fickle lover
And with this thought, he says out loud
I&apos ve got to save her!
At that moment he was brave
At that moment he knew he had to save her
He flew right into the heart of the darkest cloud
At that moment he was furious
Risking everything he was feeling curious
He flew right into the heart of the darkest cloud
Then he thought he heard a sound
Yes, he thought he heard her calling
When the wind threw her down
That's when he caught her falling . . .
Then Love looked into his eyes
Seeing his surprise that she wasn&apos t leaving
He said, Hey, why don&apos t you turn away?”
She said, “You&apos re not Fear today . . .
And I always give my heart to Courage . . . ”
Yea, Fear; he's got it bad for Love
And Love, she just teases Fear along
Who Is There Left to Fight
© Jim Ocean
Hai!
Who is there left to fight
I still feel the threat
Forty years of livin’ on dynamite
I can’t get rid of it
Who is there left to fight
I really wanna know
Who is there left to fight
We shoulda been dead long ago
Who is there left to fear
Should I cover my head?
Or is this feeling only a souvenir
And I can’t get used to it
Who is there left to fear
By now we should be history
I guess I’ll have to get ready for a very different kind of future
I guess I’ll have to get ready for a very different kind of future
I remember the enemy
Boris Badanov ,KGB
There was one behind every tree
And they were out to get you and me
Who is there left to fight…
School bells…school bells…
School bells ringing with the sirens
School bells ringing with the sirens
In the fall of ‘62
Was a day I won’t forget
Were kept inside the school
While the world held it’s breath
To hear the sounds of war
Just off the coast of Florida
And we finger painted
While the whole world waited
To go crazy one again
But it was just a false alarm
Like so many times before
So they sent us home unharmed
But the wolf was at the door
Howlin’ out the sounds of war
Just off the coast of Florida
Flash, duck, and cover
Love your children Mother
Try to tell them it’s all right
And I envied Bobbie Sherman
Cause his Father built him a shelter
While I had nothing solid just a carpet
To roll up in
Oh no!
And we watched the Twilight Zone…
School bells ringing with the siren
I guess I’ll have to get ready for a very different kind of future
I remember the enemy
Boris Badavov KGB
There was one behind every tree
And they were out to get you and me
Who is…Who is there left to…Who is…Who is there left…Who is…
Who is there left to fight?
America Is Only As Good As Your Next Door Neighbor
© 2002 Jim Ocean
Mrs. Adrianowitz has dogs the size of cars
They shit all over everything, and bark at any hour
She treats them just like royalty; puts steak inside their mouths
And criticism only comes as far as you can shout
Chorus: America is only as good as your next door neighbor
Jessee is a dealer; he lives across the street
He sells to all the high school kids, but tries to stay discreet
I've tried to tell the cops sometimes, but they don't have the will
And when my house gets burglarized it makes me want to KILL!
Repeat Chorus: 2X
Bridge: The sign in the window says they're moving away
The children are crying 'cause they're leaving today
She gets the Lexus. He gets the truck. Their house looks so empty here on the block
And all of us were watching. Our eyes were hidden safe behind the door
Yes all of us were watching. We've seen this scene a hundred times before
The Johnson's own a duplex; they live just down the road
They've been here since the 40's; they've watched us come and go
They've seen us with our children; they've watched us thru divorce
I wonder what they think sometimes, when they look outside the door
Repeat Chorus: 2X
OUTRO:
I'm gonna get that dog....next door
I'm gonna get that dog....next door
I'm gonna get that dog...next door
I'm gonna get that dog...next door neighbor!
Hard to be Real
© Jim Ocean
Jessica’s body is like chiffon
She smoothes it one fold at a time
But the surgical steel and the silicon
Have had an effect on her mind.
She’s got the sexiest body that money can buy
But still it is never enough
Her molded derriere and her blue-tinted eyes
Have never produced any love
Still when she’s posing
She’s looking so hot
But it’s hard to be real
When you’re not.
Jonathan’s body is like a well
He pumps up the juices so hard
His ego expands as his muscles swell
As he grins in his black leotard
He’s got the sexiest body that iron can forge
Though his rippling muscles are scarred
No steroid injections or food he can gorge
Will fill up the space in his heart
Still when he’s posing
He’s looking so hot
But it’s hard to be real
When you’re not.
Yes, it’s hard to be real
When you’re not
I’m under the surface, this beautiful surface
I’m under the surface, this beautiful surface
Help Me I Think I’m Turning Into My Wife
© Jim Ocean
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my wife!
In the formative days of his college years
He was a horny musician with a tune in his ears
He was the life of the party drinking everybody else’s beer
Frayed at the edges he was disorganized
There was a haze in his brain
There was a glaze on his eyes
But he snapped to attention
When his head felt that shower of rice
She was a serious woman with head full of plans
She had her mind on the future and a list in her hand
And as she aimed a direction
You could hear the man start to cry
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my wife!
Well they melted together like two crayons in heat
But her color was stronger and he couldn’t compete
So she colored the future and he settled into defeat
On his social behavior she is keeping a lid
And now they only see people with a boat and a kid
So he sits at the table with the eyes of a lifeless squid
She was a serious woman with head full of plans
She had her mind on the future and a list in her hand
And as she balanced the checkbook
You could hear the man start to cry
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my wife!
It’s for your own good
If I hadn’t have found you you’d be dead in the water
It’s for your own good
You’d be driving jalopies with some junk up your nose
It’s for your own good
You’d be stuck with some bimbo, but you’d like that!
Right!
It’s for your own good…
They were joined at the wallet
They were joined at the heart
They were cemented together
You couldn’t tear them apart
They were a two-headed monster
You could tell from the very start
With no clear direction she could nudge him along
But then he lost his affection his desire was gone
So he used his aggression
To fertilize the lawn
She was a serious woman with head full of plans
She had her mind on the future and a list in her hand
And as she paid his insurance
You could hear the man start to cry
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my wife!