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Songs
by Walter Becker and Larry Klein,© Zeon Music (ASCAP)
and Exegesis Music /Chrysalis
Music (ASCAP)
except Circus Money by Walter
Becker, © Zeon Music (ASCAP) |
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D
O O R N U M B E R T
W O
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Tell me real tell me
true
Tell me more about door number two
Do me red do me blue
What goes on behind door number two?
Betsy Button — she just got old
Drives to Vegas with a kid or two
She saved her nickels — it sure
adds up
Now she’s got ‘em in a paper
cup
She needs:
3 bars
3 cherries
3 lemons
3 pigs
A date with Elvis
A new car
A roll of dollars for the cookie jar
Tell me real tell me true
Tell me more about door number two
Do me red do me blue
What’s to do behind door number
two?
Please Mr. Barker — look and see
What are the chances for a city boy
About my age my height and weight
What is the payout on an inside straight?
A new love
A new hairline
Fame and fortune
A square deal
High adventure in a far-off world
An assignation with a college girl
Tell me real tell me true
Tell me more about door number two
Do me red do me blue
What goes on behind door number two?
This old town goes on and on
It ages better than my bag of tricks
Nothing finer for the old morale
Then a tony townhouse in a swank locale
The Bahamas
The Bermudas
The Barbados
Or I don’t know —
Gin and tonic on the veranda
A firm appointment with the late late
show
Tell me real tell me true
Tell me more about door number two
Do me red do me blue
What goes on behind door number two? |
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Vocals, bass, guitar: Walter Becker
Drums. percussion: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Piano: Jim Beard
Keyboards: Ted Baker
Tenor sax: Chris Potter
Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery,
Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner
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D
O W N T O W N C A N O
N
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I cracked the code
And I knew what it’s all about
We found the loft on Greene Street
Swept that bad boy out
Alsatian wine — playing records
way past four
Making some crazy soulful love on the
hard wood floor
(Where did our love go?)
You hung the picture
Of young Dizzy on the wall
According to me
That was the best day of them all
Sweet sweet words like honey from the
tongue
Yes there was magic then in every song
we sung
Hey — don’t let ‘em
kid you
Stay cool it’ll be all right
Don’t trade today for tomorrow
Tomorrow for tomorrow night
You chop wood — carry the water
Sometimes it be that way
No lie — the downtown canon
So wild so fresh so free
Stand by the downtown canon
I say that it’s got to be
Chasing sensation to remind us who
we are
You met that half-crazed painter fool
in some damn bar
Cocaine dreams and chiba-chiba nights
You had to share his world in shades
of black and white
— Didn’cha
baby?
Yes I — it’s
a real good theory
Can you live with the day-to-day
Sure thing — no problemo
Sometimes it be that way
You go girl — it’s now
or never
No one holds out that long
Says here — in the downtown canon
Keep it real it’ll be okay
Right here — the downtown canon
Could it be any other way
Packed up the Dylan and the Man Ray
and the Joyce
I left a note that said well I guess
I got no choice
‘S’cuse me girl while I’m kickin’ it
to the curb
I’m leaving with all I need but less than I
deserve
She says “poor
everybody
Never mind for me and you”
Too bad she don’t remember
Too bad that I still do
It all goes wrong in a hurry
You know it’s the Second Law
Writ large — in the downtown
canon
It goes up and it must come down
Right here — the downtown canon
Catch you on the turnaround
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Vocals, bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Dean Parks
Organ: Larry Goldings
Keyboards: Ted Baker
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background Vocals: Carmen Carter,
Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Kate Markowitz,
Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner
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B
O B I S N
O T Y
O U R U N C
L E
A N Y M O R E
(W. Becker, L. Klein) |
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This old house
Looks just the way it was
Just a tumbledown of pine and river
stone
But it’s only just a shadow of the
place you knew before
Because Bob’s just not your uncle anymore
Winter’s here
And the day don’t last too long
Barely thimbles full of sunshine to
go on
There’s an ocean full of midnight
rolling right up to the door
I guess Bob’s just not your uncle anymore
And I say it without pride
and without shame
That the dopey Irish Setter dog —
Regan’s still his name
Well he looks right glad to see you
But he might not want to be you
Even though he loves you madly from
before
Before Bob was not your uncle anymore
Good old games
Like they play them back in town
Where the wayward daughter’s
luck runs strong and pure
You might feel like you’re a
winner but you never know for sure
Now that Bob’s just not your uncle anymore
And so we see
You can find your way back home
And that maybe when you get there
There’s a lock on every door
Now you know for certain
What the big wide world is good for
And that Bob’s just not your uncle anymore
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Vocals, bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Keyboards: Ted Baker
Piano: Jim Beard
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery
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U
P S I D E
L O O K I
N G
D O W N
(W. Becker,
L. Klein) |
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Well you came on like some blazing
supernova
With a flame that burned so brightly
in the sky
Then you woke up and your long white
night was over
And you cursed the world that dared to pass you by
Now you blame the ones who love you
for your sorrows
Dealing dirty while you steal the higher
ground
But you cheated and you lied
And life took you for a ride
Now you’re standing on the upside
Looking down
And O the hero in disguise
Believing his own alibis
You run so scared you’re standing still
I know you are — I know you will
Be the first to call it quits and run
for cover
While your little world is crumbling
all around
But you punked out on yourself
You can’t blame nobody else
Now that you’re standing on the
upside
Looking down
And O the heartache of the thief
Strung out on his own stash of grief
A line for you — a flake for me
But now it’s ancient history
When the sky is turning black and glassing
over
As you drift so high above the lights
of town
All at once it seems so clear
You can see it all from here
When you’re standing on the upside
Looking down
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Vocals, bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitars: Jon Herington
Guitar, guitar solo: Dean Parks
Keyboards: Henry Hey
Piano: Ted Baker
Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery,
Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner
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P
A G I N G
A U D
R E Y
(W. Becker,
L. Klein) |
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In the littlest hours ‘tween
the dusk and dawn
While the nightlight glows with the
music on
You could climb so high in the dreamtime
sky
And go anywhere
In that sometime place ever lost somehow
In the here and gone or the there and
now
Did it all go bust — crumble
down in dust
Or just slip away
Paging Audrey
Any random star
Lost and lonely
Somewhere very far
Paging Audrey
Come in from the cold
In that far-off room drenched in desert
sun
Evil words were spoke — dirty
deeds were done
Could we sail back there snatch them
from the air
I dare anyone
Can we stand right here, call them
back and say
Those were never meant to be heard
that way
Let the heavens crack — let the day go black
I’d give anything
Paging Audrey
Somewhere very near
Safe and silent
There you are my dear
Paging Audrey
Anybody home
In a distant room certain things were
said
As the loved one lies on the love-torn
bed
And the night rolls on and by light
of dawn
You’re not anywhere
Paging Audrey
This is who we are
Do remember
On any random star
Paging Audrey
Coming strong and pure
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Vocals, bass: Walter Becker Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Keyboards: Ted Baker
Piano, keyboards, clavinet: Jim Beard
Tenor sax: Chris Potter
Background vocals: Tawatha Agee, Sharon
Bryant,
Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Cindy Mizelle
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C
I R C U S
M O N E Y
(W. Becker) |
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They bang the
hammer and they pitch the tents
Throw up some posters for the residents
Your daddy’s footfalls on the
rain-slicked streets
You try to keep up with your tiny feets
Take it easy baby nice and slow
Little Walter’s got a ways to
go
I lacks a nickel momma don’t
you know
Circus money for the early show
The tiger’s sleeping and he can’t
wake up
You pitch some pennies in a paper cup
They guess your age — they guess
your weight
You toss the softballs at the china
plates
Hold’er steady baby there you
go
Let me hit you honey sweet and low
Thus the tab is written blow by blow
Circus money for the evening show
All the horses baby all the men
Round the circle and around again
You watch some hobo take a nasty spill
Laugh like a bastard oh you know you
will
You got to have it when you first walk
up
You drop a dollar in the old tin cup
You’re gonna need it when it’s
time to go
Circus money for the late late show
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A
Fourth Verse is on Circus
Money Hammerhead Remix,
a free download for Newsletter
Subscribers on 1/1/2009 |
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A
bonus track Circus Money
Dub appears
on the International EP "Somebody's
Saturday Night" • International
iTunes |
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Vocals: Walter Becker
Bass: Larry Klein
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Piano: Ted Baker
Keyboards: Jim Beard
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Tenor sax: Chris Potter
Background vocals: Carmen Carter,
Kate Markowitz, Windy Wagner
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S E L
F I S H
G E N E
(W. Becker,
L. Klein) |
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Sweet little baby from the hills somewhere
Here’s a pretty lovebud for your
hair
Itty bitty girl sippin’ Grenadine
Look who’s talking to Selfish
Gene
There’s a place way down in Brentwood
Out to Georgio’s we all g’wine
The maître ‘d’s gonna
take care of everything
He’s a personal friend of mine
What a prize you are
Honey don’t you scratch my new
car
Selfish Gene he’s
one in a million
A safe harbor in every storm
Many call but few are chosen
Hey pretty baby let’s have a
little fun
The Pinot is flowing and the night’s
still young
Over and above and behind and between
Make a little party for Selfish Gene
Steady girl let me grab on your wig
hat
Down in the corncrib we shall go
No brains no regrets no worries
Hidey hi hidey hey hidey ho
Kundalini now!
Baby let me show you how
Selfish Gene don’t
lick no Manolos
He don’t argue — he don’t
ask twice
Selfish Gene don’t serve two
masters
Why
Must every time I turn my ship around
Some bastard come and knock my skyline
down
I guess that’s everything I suppose
The playdate’s over and the case is closed
Tell me momma that I didn’t do right
To have a little something on Amateur
Night
I feel sure that we’ll meet again sometime
Don’t see why and I don’t know when
Maybe I’ll catch you down at the daily
If you haven’t moved on by then
Take a dollar from the drawer
Daddy’s got a whole lot more
Selfish Gene needs clarity and closure
This is his house and that’s
your cab
You need a hug — now don’t
be bashful
Do yourself and your friend a favor
You don’t bargain with Selfish
Gene
Selfish Gene don’t take no prisoners
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Vocals, bass, guitar solo:
Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Piano, calliope: Jim Beard
Keyboards: Ted Baker
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background vocals: Luciana Souza (solo),
Kate Markowitz
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D
O
Y O U R E
M E M
B E R
T H E N A
M E
(W. Becker,
L. Klein) |
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Do you remember the scene
Remember the scene of the crime
The scene of the crime of a love
A crime of a love gone down
Do you remember the time
Remember the time of the year
The time of the year was the spring
The year was the spring of our ruin
Let’s assume that some folks
may be expendable
The better is the enemy of the good
Dont’cha ask perfection of your trophy wife
Dont’cha take no chances with your trophy life
Do you remember the one
Remember the one in a million
The one in a million affair
The one with the glorious prospects
Do you remember the shade
The shade of the sky which is burning
Black was the shade in retreat
Blue was the color returning
Let’s imagine some guy driving a coffee truck
Yet he dares to dream the impossible
dream
Better have some answers for your trophy
wife
Better not get cozy with your trophy
life
Do you remember the face
The face of such graceful dimension
The one that you wore in the world
It was such a lovely invention
Do you remember the name
Remember the name of the man
The name of the man who tried hard
“Immemorious” was his name-o
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Vocals, bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar, slide guitar: Jon Herington
Keyboards: Jim Beard, Henry Hey
Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery
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S
O M E B O D Y ' S
S A T
U R D A Y
N I G H T
(W. Becker,
L. Klein) |
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Somebody’s Saturday
night seems pleased to meet you
Slouched in a booth at Pamela’s Pistol Dawn
Drink drink cigarette talkie talk drink drink smoke
smoke cigarette
Up to the room with the beddie-bye goin’ on
Somebody’s Saturday night says
oh I get it
You want to go where no man’s ever been
Down in the coal mine goin’ down
turn around push push turn around
Digging up the gold and carrying it back
again
She looked good
In the available light
She was somebody’s Saturday night
She said it ain’t wrong
But it’s not quite right
Guess it’s somebody’s Saturday
night
Somebody’s Saturday night says
hey it’s raining
You wouldn’t kick a good girl out
on a night like this
He says she says the demon in me says
just you watch me
Pucker up darling for my legendary good
night kiss
She’s no fool
But she’s none too bright
She’s just somebody’s Saturday
night
She stays cool
If not watertight
Such is somebody’s Saturday night
Only a girl —
One more is up and gone
Leaving nobody
To blame the whole thing on — baby
Somebody’s Saturday night is walking
in the moonlight
Playing on the beads of her beatnik rosary
Thinking: Nobody gives it exactly the
way that you want it
No one ever gets it with a money-back
guarantee
But I been born with the second sight
Now I’m looking in the mirror at
somebody’s Saturday night
I get along
In fact I do all right
Being somebody’s Saturday night
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Vocals, bass, guitar solo:
Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Dean Parks
Piano, electric piano: Ted Baker
Pandeiro: Luciana Souza
Background vocals: Carmen Carter,
Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Kate Markowitz,
Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner
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D
A R K L
I N G D O W N
(W. Becker,
L. Klein) |
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Well along in the 21st hour
When the whole damn grid goes down
This is how a party gets started
In for a penny — in for a pound
All at once the whole joint goes quiet
And all the wavy lines go straight
One fool among fools is wondering
What happens if I die too late?
Get back with your dimestore nihilism
Big daddy’s on a glory run
Gettin’ down on the cellular
level
Just in case I got to call someone
Darkling down — on
a darkling plain
In the dim dank night of the pissin’-down
rain
Darkling down — on the balls
of his ass
While he prays and waits for the storm
to pass
Lemme show you where the good thing
happens
It’s a barbershop in Inglewood
Too bad we won’t get past the bouncer
Sadly I’ve been banned for good
There’s a coffee shop right ‘round the
corner
The proprietor knows my name
Cup of joe and a Vicks inhaler
Now you’re ready for the big boy game
Steady son come seven come eleven
If either one of us can count that high
Muscatel if the deal gets dicey
Milk and honey in the by and by
Darkling down — it’s
a damn disgrace
Going round and round in a very small
place
Darkling down — with a hole in
his soul
That he can’t explain and he can’t
control
For the fun or for the money
For the fuck of it or just because
Listen friend this is no damn picnic
But let’s imagine for a minute that it was
Who will feast on this buzzard’s banquet?
Who will render my heroic bust?
Who will choke on my lachrymose musings?
Who will eat my zero dust?
Who will wear this puke-streaked tunic?
Who shall gorge on this cup of spleen?
Who will sing about the good bad and
ugly?
And all and everything in between?
Darkling down — this is god’s good man
On his hands and knees livin’ god’s
good plan
Darkling down — and we don’t
know still
When he’ll come around if he ever
will
Darkling down — on a zero-G dive
And we just can’t say will the
fool survive
Darkling down — in a seven-G
turn
Glowing like a coal in the afterburn
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Vocals, bass, guitar solo: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Keyboards: Ted Baker
Hammond organ: Larry Goldings
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery,
Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner
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G
O D ' S
E Y E
V I E W
(W. Becker,
L. Klein) |
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Last
chance: Could you make it baby
if you only had one more one
Fast break: You think the world is waiting while
you’re gettin’
your bikini done
Screen pass: Like a blind side tackle boiling up
from way behind
Cheap shot: You can feel it coming but you know
it’s
gonna blow your mind
So you rock so - and you skank so -
Well if you think so - why not say so
Trash talk: Now you tell your girlies
that it’s nothin’ but a
burnout buzz
Chump change: When you pick up the pieces
you don’t even know what it was
Goose chase: A little runaround action
just to keep the background pure
Jump cut: To the grim conclusion that
you never can tell for sure
Well it’s the god’s
eye view
Better take a long hard look
You’re gonna have me right now
Like it says in the book
It’s the god’s eye view
Baby it’s the queen and rook
Chasing one lonely pawn
No it wouldn’t take long
Safe house: Just a simulation of the
mommy-and-daddy groove
Mood swing: When the game gets tired
and you’re ready to bust a move
Bad luck: There are no surprises when
the best laid plans go bust
Deal with it: In the glaring absence
of anything you could trust
So you rock so -
it’s a fact so -
Now that you know so - why don’t
you act so
Breakdown: Of the last
resistance and the partisans fold their
tent
Mind meld: Like a permanent picture of
your pussyprint in cement
Big bang: It’s a bible story with
a plot twist at the end
History: And whatever happened well it’s
happening here again
It’s the god’s
eye view
This is where the deal goes down
Girl you better get right
With the facts on the ground
It’s the god’s eye view
Everything they say is so
No original sins
The house always wins
He says: Me and her went walking by the
river on Friday night
He says: And we started talking and she
says you know it don’t seem right
She says: After all that’s happened
and I end up with a prick like you
Too bad: Well it’s too bad darlin’ and
there’s nothing for a man to do
It’s the god’s
eye view
Baby take a long hard look
I was standing right there
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Vocals, bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Keyboards: Ted Baker, Jim Beard
Bass clarinet: Roger Rosenberg
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background vocals: Sweet Pea Atkinson,
Sir Harry Bowens, Terry Dexter,
Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Kate Markowitz,
Cindy Mizelle, Franki Richard, Windy Wagner,
Tiffany Wilson
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T
H R E E
P I C T U R E D E A
L
(W. Becker,
L. Klein) |
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Here she stands in the doorway
Her face is framed in golden light
With creamy thighs and bedroom eyes
Call it “Urchin With an Appetite”
My favorite shirt — my terry
towel
A bowl of cherries in her hand
It’s breakfast and some headshots
That she’s bringing for her brand
new man
It’s a one — it’s
a two — it’s a three
It’s a three picture deal
I said a one — it’s a two — it’s
a three
It’s a three picture deal
Her new house on the hillside
Some blocks above the Sunset Strip
The yoga den is megazen
The vibey lighting ultrahip
She’s gushing on her cellphone
The trainer’s on eternal hold
Producer X is talking film
But the bottom line is solid gold
With a one — maybe two — even
three
Yes a three picture deal
Yes it’s a one — even two — or
a three
Yes a three picture deal
Well she’s leaving in the limo
She’s sorry but they’re
running late
The night is here — the big premiere
It’s “The Lady and the
Reprobate”
Now a man like me should never be
Where a man like me does not belong
But I know they’re gonna need
a soundtrack
I know they’re gonna need a song
For the one
Two
Three
Three picture deal
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Vocals, bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Keyboards: Ted Baker
Piano, Synth, RMI Rocksichord: Jim Beard
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Baritone sax: Roger Rosenberg
Background vocals: Tawatha Agee, Sharon
Bryant,
Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner
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D
A R K H O R S
E D U B [ BONUS
TRACK ]
(W. Becker,
L. Klein) |
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International
Release Only. See
Sonic36O or
International
iTunes
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N D C R E D
I T S
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Songs
by Walter Becker
and Larry Klein, © Zeon Music
(ASCAP)
and Exegesis Music /Chrysalis Music
(ASCAP)
except Circus Money by Walter Becker, © Zeon
Music (ASCAP)
Produced by Larry Klein
Recorded
at: Avatar
Studios, NYC: Market Street, Santa
Monica: B&C Studio,
NYC
Engineers: Helik Hadar, Jay Messina, Elliot
Scheiner
Additional
Engineers: Brian Montgomery,
Jim Beard
Assistant
Engineers: Justin Gerrish,
Chad Lupo
Mixed
by: Helik Hadar
Mastering: Bernie Grundman at Bernie
Grundman Mastering
Bonus Track Mixed
and Mastered by: Jay Messina
Management: Irving
Azoff at azoffmusic (Becker)
Sandy
Roberton at World’s
End (Klein)
Production
coordination: Jill Dell’Abate
(NY) Cindi Peters (LA)
Music
transcription: Andrew Rathbun
Logistical support: Russell “Skip” Gildersleeve,
Bob Czaykowski
Mr.
Becker’s
basses and guitars: Roger Sadowsky
Design
and photography: A. Denovo
Support: Carol
Bobolts / Red Herring
Design
Cover: Based on
sculpture by Coco Costigan
Daniels, after the Yup’ik
LK
thanks Luciana, Richard Rudolph
WB thanks Whoever.
Whatever.
Produced by Larry Klein
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Manufactured
and Distributed by Mailboat Records,
Inc.
1100 Glendon Ave., Suite #1100. Los Angeles
CA 90024 USA
[Worldwide Excluding North America: Sonic360]
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