Roulette Girl

by Mary Prankster

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Deadpan Diva leads scrappy punk army through Rock, Gospel, Ragtime and Country

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released January 1, 1999

Produced by Rennie Grant and Mary Prankster
Engineer and Assistant Producer Steve Wright
Mixed by Steve Wright, Rennie Grant and Mary Prankster
Additional Vocal Production by Wenona R. Daniel
Recorded at Wright Way Studios, Baltimore, Maryland
Mastered by Bill Wolf at Wolf Productions Inc., Falls Church, Virginia

Mary Prankster - Vocals, Guitar
Jon E. Cakes - Bass Guitar
Phil Tang - Drums

Additional Instrumentation:
Rennie Grant: lead guitar, additional rhythm guitars, Takes His Place arrangement
Jimmi Sexton: guitar solo on Roulette Girl
Jon E. Cakes: acoustic guitar on New Tricks
Allyson Daniel: gospel arrangement and vocals
Marcella Daniel: gospel vocals
Wenona R. Daniel: gospel vocals
Ursula Encarnacion: string arrangement and cello
Raili Haimila: viola
Jenny Takamatsu: violin
Larry "The Horn" Williams: french horn
Elisa Koehler: horn arrangement and trumpet
Matt Belzer: clarinet
Marigan H. O'Malley: spoken word on Mata Hari

Rennie Grant appears courtesy of Colouring Lesson
Jimmi Sexton appears courtesy of Stereolife
Larry Williams and Elisa Koehler appear courtesy of The Lyric Brass Quintet
Matt Belzer appears courtesy of Big Soap

Cover Photo by John Kingston
Band Photo by John Johnston
Roulette Chip Photo by Wenona R. Daniel
Sleeve concept by Black Jesus, MC Xtra Cheez & The Flesh Plince
Sleeve design and layout by Phil Tang

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Track Name: Roulette Girl
What is that you’re sayin,’ my Roulette Girl?
What game is that you’re playin,’ my Roulette Girl?
And don’tcha think you’re rushin’ it? You’re rushin’ it
You’re rushin’ it, you’re rushin’ it
Where is the fire, my Roulette Girl?

Rollin’ and a-rockin,’ my Roulette Girl
Loadin’ and a-lockin,’ my Roulette Girl
And don’tcha think you’re rushin’ it? You’re rushin’ it
You’re rushin’ it, you’re rushin’ it
Where is the fire, my Roulette Girl?

Are ya gonna go out with a bang?
Track Name: The Bottle's Talking Now
Darlin,’ take the duck tape from the shelf
Save me from my foolish drunken self
Character assassinations
From my spirits and libations
It’s just the bottle talking now

As the intoxication flows
My sweet inebriation grows
When martinis pass my lips
All my quips get razor tips
It’s just the bottle talking now

And I take another swallow
Could it be my leg is hollow?
Shot, with a beer to follow
My charm is cashed – I must be trashed

Darin,’ take this cocktail from my sight
Take my keys and make me spend the night
Won’t live down the things I say
If I live to see another day
It’s just the bottle talking now
Track Name: The World Is Full Of Bastards
He said “Mary is the rarest gem
And she’s the wildest flower
I’ll make my Mary merrier
With every passing hour.”

So I made a certain sacrifice
As soon as we were through
I said, “your Mary loves you, lad.”
And he said, “Mary who?”

You don’t know if an apple’s rotten
‘Til you take a bite
You don’t know if there’s breakfast coming
‘Til you spend the night

And I’m sure I’ll kiss my share of frogs
Before my time is done
The world is full of bastards
And I’ve dated every one

Oh the lad was oh so generous
Much more than you would think
He didn’t have a license
But he still drove me to drink

And I had no insecurities
So he gave me some of his
But I didn’t need his sorrow, man
I’m Irish as it is

You don’t know if an apple’s rotten
‘Til you take a bite
You don’t know if there’s breakfast coming
‘Til you spend the night

And I’m sure I’ll kiss my share of frogs
Before my time is done
The world is full of bastards
And I’ve dated every one

You don’t know if the beer is bitter
‘Til you buy a glass
You don’t know if your peace of mind
Is just a piece of ass

And I’m sure I’ll kiss my share of frogs
Before my time is done
The world is full of bastards
And I’ve dated every one

The world is full of bastards
And I’ve dated every one
Track Name: Swan Dive
These triumphs and successes
Just lead to bigger messes
Once blessed and bound for glory
But that’s another story

All your dreams will fall apart
Your fondest wishes too
And the fears you thought you conquered
Will be right here when they do

Whispers of a history
You’d left for dead and gone
Like the little bird who told me
That you ain’t no fuckin’ swan

Self-taught and referential
Drunk on your own potential
That cruel and patient chuckling
Is just your inner duckling

Eager to expose you
For the hero that you’re not
And remind you in its lullabies
Of failures you’d forgot

Whispers of a history
You’d left for dead and gone
Like the little bird who told me
That you ain’t no fuckin’ swan

If you were really clever
You’d make it live forever
Pray god that when the drought hits
You get to keep the outfits

All your dreams will fall apart
Your fondest wishes too
And the fears you thought you conquered
Will be right here when they do

Whispers of a history
You’d left for dead and gone
Like the little bird who told me
That you ain’t no fuckin’ swan
Track Name: Rational Bohemian
I wanna walk around and kick the tires of your mind
Trace the laces to the places and embrace them as they subtly unwind
Sid my Vicious you’re delicious
Stars and garters – do my dishes
Pass me the bottle and I’ll coddle the floor model of your mind

I wanna take a trip to your cerebral petting zoo
I know there ain’t no cages just the pages of the ages that is you
I can’t recant you’re too enchanting
Raise my rent and rave my ranting
I’ll creep behind the keeper as he sleeps beside the zebras of your mind

I wanna tie one on in the nightclub of your mind
Travel down underground and buy a round for any clown that I can find
Truth be told you’re good as gold
Hot patootie – bless my soul
I’ll order up a porter and a quarter for the jukebox of your mind
Track Name: Mata Hari
Once upon a time there was a cotton candy slut
Who would’ve been a beauty if she kept her mouth shut
Polyester princess getting’ pretty plenty play
Tore up from the floor up, man and this is what she’d say

“I’m so sexy, I’m so sorry – bargain basement Mata Hari
My proportions epidemic – just a bimbo with a gimmick.”

Has a man she keeps on hand for when she needs a fix
Every time he kisses her he tastes like other chicks
That’s all fine, ‘cause she don’t mind it if he isn’t true
Plenty more where he came from and they all want her too

She’s so super, she’s so swell – cut-throat, cut-rate jezebel
No one’s drone nobody’s fool – grows her own and owns her cool

Boys’ll come and boys’ll go – it doesn’t bother her
Last names are a mystery and first names are a blur
Maybe when she’s done with sin she’ll settle down at last
Says “why they call it ‘sloe gin’ when it works so damned fast?”

She’s a starling she’s a swan – discount whore of Babylon
Tear your heart out by the roots – Magdalene in go-go boots

Holy Mary pray for us
Holy Mary pray for us
Mata Hari pray for us
Mata Hari pray for us
Track Name: Punk Rock Heaven
Baby you’re a poseur
Honey I should know
You ask me where the shows are
But then you never go

Poseur Purgatory
Awaits you at the end
But that’s not my story
I’ll tell you why my friend

Got my Marten’s on with steely toes
Spike my hair and pierce my nose
I’m goin’ up to Punk Rock Heaven

Hippy Hell awaits you, Jack
Unless you take that tie-dye off your back
And jump the track to Punk Rock Heaven

The smack up there is pearly white
There’s always time to pick a fight
The leather pants are nice and tight
The Pistols play there every night

Got my guitar and my drum
Hey Johnny Thunders, here I come
Coming up to Punk Rock Heaven

The smack up there is white as snow
Pack my bags, man – here I go
Maybe in an hour or so
I’ll catch a G.G. Allin show

Hey every junkie, punk and freak
If Manic Panic makes you weak
Then follow me and catch that train
Pleased to meet you, Kurt Cobain

I need a mohawked, tattooed, flannel-clad
Combat-booted lovely lad
To take me up to Punk Rock Heaven
Track Name: Tempest
My manner is imperious, my logic is empirical
And I’m bad at being a girlfriend so I’m hoping for a miracle
I fear your disappointment when I don’t turn out ethereal
Though either way for me I know it means some new material

Now don’t go thinking that you’re special just because you are
‘Cause I’m bound to overthink it and I always go too far
But if you think this kind of tempest may just be your cup of tea
Then I’d like to offer you the heart of me

Each attempt to clarify serves only to confuse
And it feels just like a fracture but it looks more like a bruise
And my heart can’t bear the weight of one more empty “I love you”
And I’ve strained my eyes to blindness trying to find a point of view

Now don’t go thinking that I’m crazy just because I am
‘Cause I wouldn’t act indifferent if I didn’t give a damn
And if you think this kind of tempest may just be your cup of tea
Then I’d like to offer you the heart of me

Now don’t go thinking that I love you just because I do
‘Cause I’ve never met a certainly I couldn’t misconstrue
And if you think this kind of tempest may just be your cup of tea
Then I’d like to offer you the heart of me
Track Name: Takes His Place
Says, “Baby, I’m all sorts of sorry’
Says, “Babe, you know I’m all kinds of sad”
says, “Maybe it was fun while it lasted”
I say, “Baby, I just wish that it had”

Stands before me and his arms are folded
Teeth clenched in a too-perfect face
Turns to leave, an anonymous other
Steps in line to take his foolish place

Each lover’s conversation
“I love you, no I love you more”
A perfect imitation
Of the one who came before

Every lover tells a different story
Every story always ends the same
Every lover spins the same kind of sugar
Only thing that changes is his name

Every dream and childhood recollection
Whispered to me in exactly the same way
Don’t ask me where it hurts now
I swear to god I couldn’t say

That which doesn’t kill me strengthens me
Repeated end to endlessly
If I’ve so goddamned strong now
How come I feel so lonely?

He says lots of lovely fill-in-the-blank
He so stresses that he’s not like other men
I sit back, he stands up
And the cycle circles ‘round again

One follows right behind the other
Line forms to the right and single-file
Another breakup, another lover
I haven’t felt this old in a while

Each loving lie is spoken
How we mean it at the time
Identical hearts are broken
Another goes to the back of the line

“I love you, I love you, I love you”
“No, I love you more”
Each sentiment, each resident
Just the same as the one who came before, yeah

Tell me again until I feel something
Tell me again until I feel something
Tell me again until I feel something
Tell me again until I feel something, yeah

‘Cause I feel nothing now
Track Name: New Tricks
I went to years of public schools, those education tractor pulls
It gave me a diploma and a scar
“I want to be a star!” I cried. They said, “You’re overqualified.
Why don’t you learn to tune your damned guitar?”

I fucked a bunch of stupid men, went back and fucked ‘em all again
Was never much for romance anyhow
Pressing Sunday comic art onto my silly putty heart
It doesn’t break, just bends a little now

I was gonna change the world through music, I was gonna fall in love
I was gonna live the good life I’d been hearing so much of
I was gonna be a rock star, baby - I was gonna have some fun
I sure miss twenty-one

Every friend a starving artist, argue over who’s the smartest
Every contest ending in a draw
Masquerade as petty thugs and do some psychedelic drugs
Nipping at the ankles of the law

We were gonna start a revolution, we were gonna make the scene
We were gonna marry movie stars and storm the silver screen
We were gonna write important novels, we were gonna start a band
It hasn’t gone as planned

Spent more years than I remember in a club where every member
Never feels as if he quite belongs
Searching for my pleasure in some brand-new kind of deadly sin
My life is just as aimless as my songs

I’m gonna make it back to college, I’m gonna quit my job
I’m gonna buy the store that I’d been planning just to rob
I’m gonna teach this old dog new tricks, drinking from the brimming cup
As soon as I wake up

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