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Welcome to atrocks.net home of Aaron Lee Tasjan.
ALT plays guitar, sings bgvs and writes songs in NYC’s Garage Glam Heroes Semi Precious Weapons.
He also makes solo records and has another band called The Madison Square Gardeners.
New Albany High School Football is # 1.


Shayni Rae’s Truckstop is back!  Every Monday night starting at 9pm at the National Underground on Houston Street in New York, NY featuring: MSGrs, Kevn Kinney, Chris Masterson and Eleanor Whitmore and so many others!


SPW’s debut record “We Love You” available for mass consumption on September 31st!


Be sure to dig http://www.myspace.com/semipreciousweapons for all our fall tour dates n’ such…


Also The Madison Square Gardeners debut record “Don’t Name the Pig” will be out this fall.  Date TBA!

Videos From The Road

Ooh La La (Chicago 7/10/08)

Hollywood Wives (Chicago 7/10/08)

Hard Love & Free Luck

“...a rollicking alt-country affair,” -The Columbus Alive April 2008


Hard Love & Free Luck was tracked in Astoria, NY during the summer of 2007.  It was recorded by Kieran Kelly at The Buddy Project Studio, mixed by John Agnello at Water Music Studio and mastered by George Marino at Sterling Sound.


Tracks


1. Lil Firecracker
Crack me open I’m a bitter boy
I live life hard like a two-dollar whore
I don’t care about nobody else but you.
I play my records too loud
I must confess
Your momma thinks I’m one hell of a mess
But I could be your favorite wedding dress I swear.
Baby
Don’t do me no favors.
And maybe this ain’t no surprise
But I could fall asleep in your eyes
Forgive me for falling apart
You’re my little firecracker baby
And it’s breakin’ my heart.
Hold me down put your hand on my head
I ain’t being born so I must be dead
Nowadays I just ain’t got much to say
Give me a kiss light up a smoke
I’ll buy you a pack when I’m not so broke
There’s gotta be something cool we can do for free tonite.
We’re all just movin’ along
And the freaks and hopeless always know a good song.
And maybe this ain’t no surprise
But I could fall asleep in your eyes
Forgive me for falling apart
You’re my little firecracker baby
And it’s breakin’ my heart.


2. Bedroom Door
How did today just pass me by
Came home for Christmas 4th of July
Thought my folks would wish me well
And I been down and scared as hell
I been down and scared as hell.
Guess I never thought you’d break my heart
So smoke and drink till I fall apart
If you hang the moon in the sky tonite
Write me a love song on a motorbike
If you hang the moon tonite.
So c’mon little darlin’ take me out tonite
Let’s get fucked up behind your bedroom door
I’ll be yours in summer if I can have you in the fall
Or I won’t love you anymore at all.
So the moment’s gone the shots ring out
I feel too stupid to talk out loud
When there’s nothing left you can’t even beg
And forgiveness only comes to those with faith
And you can’t even beg.
So c’mon little darlin’ take me out tonite
Let’s get fucked up behind your bedroom door
I’ll be yours in summer if I can have you in the fall
Or I won’t love you anymore at all.
So c’mon little darlin’ take me out tonite
Let’s get fucked up behind your bedroom door
I’ll be yours in summer if I can have you in the fall
Or I won’t love you anymore at all.


3. Sweet Angel
17 cigarettes
Spanish-Harlem corvettes
I remember you baby
Your big mouth
your black eye
you wanna kill me
I wanna die
Man I was playin’ your guitar.
Angel
Sweet angel
Sweet angel I’m on my knees.
Record needle in my vein
I feel charmed I haven’t bathed
I wanna start a family with you
I’m on the street
I’m in the grave
I’m not settled
I’m on my way.
Angel
Sweet angel
Sweet angel I’m on my knees.
Well you hold my hand in a curious way
Well you hold my hand like it hurts you babe
Well you hold my hand like a derelict
Well you hold my hand like a selfish bitch.
Angel
Sweet angel
Sweet angel I’m on my knees


4. Streets of Galilee
As I hailed the salvation army band
And followed them across the land
We cried for crowded streets full of garbage men.
They seemed to save us with their gallant trucks
That shined like the first time we fell in love
But it’ll never feel the way it was when we were kids again.
So this angry war that lights the moon
And strikes your heart with a silver spoon
An extermination plan from June
Is the music of your favorite tune
This country’s dead Maria
C’mon let’s go dancin’ tonite.
And if you want to feel the Holy Ghost
Then join the band and burn your clothes
Cause the last great hope of Rock N Roll
Ain’t some Barbie Doll on a stripper pole
I know every word to your first CD
And I could marry you tonite
On the streets of Galilee.
So desperately you kiss my face
Like you’re from another time or place
A memory I cannot seem to trace at all.
Triumphant you pull back into town
Like the circus what a juggling clown
A fighter for a critically acclaimed artist who can’t even draw.
So light one up for me and say
I saved you from another day
Of petty lies and gutless folks
Who steal from you to give you hope
I get the feeling nowadays
There ain’t nothin’ left to save.
So let’s load the cannon’s to fire so far
We’ll hit outer space from inside my car
Cause we all used to dream so hard
But now we’re all too sick and tired
I’ve cried so much my dear the tears are like a sea.
But there’s a ship we can ride across
On them streets of Galilee.
So no one’s right but no one’s wrong
As we all wait here for the atom bomb
And I’ve never had to wait so long to get blown up.
But maybe when we finally go
MTV will show some videos
And apologize for all their shows
And wish they’d tried a little harder to find
Something good.
Well I guess I don’t really watch TV
But I know I would if I could see
A beat poet laughin’ at misery
Just like it’s 1963
And babe you gotta know
I loved you even way back then.
So take my hand and grab a beer
Old Milwaukee’s havin’ a hell of a year
And I promise to hold you up my love
So you can see the singer take his drugs
I have not felt this good since 1993.
And I hear that parking’s a real son of bitch
On them streets of Galilee.


5. In My Hands
When we fight, when we fuss
When you swear when I cuss
When I lie when you tell
When I burn when you melt.
When you go when I wait
When I sin when you beg
When you’re mad at the world
When I feel like a girl.
You’re in my hands
You’re in my hands.
When your tears are like mine
I feel sick I feel fine
I feel pain I feel you
I feel good I feel blue.
When I’m hurt when I fall
In church at the mall
In the street in the sky
Babe I love you I could die.
You’re in my hands
You’re in my hands.
When I bruise when you break
When I’m real when you’re fake
If I die if I live
If it’s you I forgive
When you kiss on my neck
When your eyes make me sweat
When your lips are like salt
When I know it’s my fault
You’re in my hands
You’re in my hands.


6. Never Gonna Dance Like Me
I see you baby with your ruby rings
Shakin’ your hips like the Queen of the Kings
Your high-heeled boots are always second hand
But you wear em’ so good they could be from Milan
You may kiss like a thief but you ain’t ever gonna dance like me.
You got your lipstick and your over coat
It’s weighting you down like a two-ton load
Your hat’s too heavy leave that shit for church
You keep breakin’ my heart but it don’t even hurt
You may dress pretty good but you ain’t ever gonna dance like me.
You make me nervous flippin’ your hair
Smoke them cigs so sexy like you don’t even care
The way you talk you must be from down South
The way you’re biting your lip is hurting my mouth
You may love like a preacher’s daughter but you ain’t ever gonna dance like me.
You’re getting sweaty in your mohair suit
Your bedroom door looks like a saloon
You’re livin’ up there in that penthouse suite
You know you rent it just so you can read the magazines
You may be rich as hell but you ain’t ever gonna dance like me.
You say you love me but your married back home
You call him honey when he’s yellin’ on the telephone
He drives them big rigs like an admiral at see
The meanest sailors in town are all lookin’ for me
You may be wearin’ his ring but you ain’t ever gonna dance like me.
Your heart is beating like a marching band
A big parade that’s rollin’ on across the land
The drum major’s baton is twirlin’ through the sky
You try to make him drop it just so you can kiss him goodbye
You may beat on your drum but you ain’t ever gonna dance like me.


7. Hollywood Wives
Don’t cry it’s alright
Beverly Hills Hollywood wives
All I want is diamond rings
Funeral homes and fancy things.
In the hills love is fame
I have a car but I like the train
The sound of the tracks feels nice
Like those distant movie lights.
Oh in your swimming pool
Smoking cigarettes like movie stars with money do
We mess around in your fancy car
I know you’re gonna be a big star
Selling drugs for your guitar.
When they film you look so bad
Your makeup runs but your all I have
I love you for your money dear
Pearl earrings out from every tear.
When we kiss it’s just for show
Till it breaks my heart when you have to go
Your fur coat and your heroin
Your lipstick and your favorite sin.
Oh in your swimming pool
Smoking cigarettes like movie stars with money do
We mess around in your fancy car
I know you’re gonna be a big star
I know you’re gonna be a big star.


8. Queen on the Midnight Train
I don’t know
I can’t say
What you’re doin’ down on them Saturday nights
Standin’ out
On the side of the alley
In your underwear and high-legged tights.
You were dancin’ that old radio show
Comin’ in from the great Midwest
Detroit city just breaks your heart
Child you’re killin’ yourself with them cigarettes.
What can I say when I see your face
Your smile lines your kisses and my guitar case
I been hurtin’ too long baby I’m shakin’ with pain
You’re comin’ down like the Queen on the midnight train
Comin’ down like the Queen on the midnight train.
Thought I knew
Thought I felt
But lovin’ you just hurts like hell.
Cryin’ cause I want you
Cryin’ cause I had you
Ain’t no one I know wishin’ me well.
What can I say when I see your face
Your smile lines your kisses and my guitar case
I been hurtin’ too long baby I’m shakin’ with pain
You’re comin’ down like the Queen on the midnight train
Comin’ down like the Queen on the midnight train.
What can I say when I see your face
Your smile lines your kisses and my guitar case
I been hurtin’ too long baby I’m shakin’ with pain
You’re comin’ down like the Queen on the midnight train
Comin’ down like the Queen on the midnight train.


9. Valentine
She sells cocaine
I love truck stops
I want her so bad.
She’s on TV
I’ve done jail time
I want her so bad.
And I
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
You could be my Holy roller
I could be your Valentine.
She made it worse
She still pumps my gasoline
It hurts pretty bad.
She made it worse
She prettiest cryin’
It hurts pretty bad.
And I
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
You could be my Holy roller
I could be your Valentine.
She made it big
I still play the small rooms
She’s havin’ my kid.
You she got killed
A crazy fan shot her down
She’s havin’ my kid.
And I
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
You could be my Holy roller
I could be your Valentine.


10. Ohio My Dear
I could make you laugh but I don’t have the guts to do it.
There’s that ice cream shop off Hamilton street you used to work there
There’s that bar across town the one that plays all your favorite songs
Sometimes life got rough but back then I had you and I knew it.
Please forgive me
Ohio my dear
I’ve traveled your roads and your hills
I’m your lover your VFWs
Your broken down factories and mills
I’m your freight trains
And your friends
Your shopping malls
Your tanning beds
Ohio my dear
Please forgive me too
Like I’m forgiving you.
Indian falls gas stations fraternity house parties
When I go back I feel like I can really take my time
Smoke cigarettes take dirty get busted up inside
Dig a hole in my backyard bury all my old crap from high school
Man that picture of you in the harvest parade still makes me blush every time I see it.
Please forgive me
Ohio my dear
I’ve traveled your roads and your hills
I’m your lover your VFWs
Your broken down factories and mills
I’m your freight trains
And your friends
Your shopping malls
Your tanning beds
Ohio my dear
Please forgive me too
Like I’m forgiving you.

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