Bakelite 78- What The Moon Has Done

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This is the third album by Robert Rial and Bakelite 78. This is the first album with the new line-up based in Seattle, Washington. (The original line-up was based in Chicago and released two albums from 2005-2007, It's A Sin, and Delta Disc.)

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released April 13, 2012

What The Moon Has Done was recorded at Rogue Island Studios, in Seattle, January 21-23rd and January 28-30th, 2011 by Mark Miller and Jesse Anderson. It was mixed by Mark Miller (with assistance from Robert Rial), & mastered by Mark Guenther at Seattle Disc Mastering, Black Belt Studios.
Bakelite 78 players:
Robert J. Rial- Tenor Guitar, Tenor Banjo, Vocals, Guitars
Erin Jordan- Piano, Accordion, Vocals, Guitar on Madeline
Steven Baz- Drums, Back-up Vocals
Austin Quist- Upright Bass, Sousaphone, Saw, Back-up Vocals
Erik Reed- Trumpet, Back-up Vocals
SPECIAL GUESTS:
Oisin Gunning- Trombone on tracks 1,5,6, 8.
Miles Panto- Dobro on track 12
Kevin Buster- Saxes and or clarinet on tracks 1,3,4,6,7,11

Special Thanks: Bakelite 78 would like to thank the following (If you aren't listed here, we probably still thank you!): Jordan Bodewell and Sepiachord, Christopher W. Fischbach, Jackie Roberts & The Pink Door, The Rial Family, The Heider Family, The Baz Family, The Reed Family, The Quist Family, Kathleen McDonough and Clan, Rosemary T. Rial, Kathy Moore, Jamie Reed, James Kilronan Rial, Chris Snell, Miles Panto, Oisin Gunning.

Photos by Chris W. Fischbach. Woodcut artwork by Jeffrey Rial. CD design/layout by Robert Rial. Photo layout by C.W. Fischbach.

Songs 1, 3, 4, 7, 9, 11, & 12 by Robert J. Rial.
Songs 2, 5, 8, & 10 by Erin Jordan. Song 6 by Austin Quist, arranged by Robert Rial.

Copyright 2011 Bakelite 78/Robotox Publishing(BMI)

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Bakelite 78 Seattle, Washington

Bakelite 78′s repertoire is a mix of swing, dixieland, blues, proto-country, and cabaret, as well as originals in hybrids of these styles. The original lineup of Bakelite 78 performed in Chicago from 2003 to 2008. In 2009, founder Robert Rial departed for Seattle. The new line-up of Bakelite 78 releases the new album, What The Moon Has Done, April 13, 2012, at The Columbia City Theater in Seattle. ... more

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Track Name: The Cat's Meow
Well, I told you before and I'm telling you now
Baby, your sweet face is the cat's meow
The prettiest thing I've ever seen, anyhow

Well, I been to all fifty of the fifty states and
You're the only hip chickadee to swing these, gates.
I'd drive a thousand miles or two to give you chase

Because the cat's meow is your face

Well you pick me up when Im feeling blue,
You help me when I fall
Forgive me evil that I do,
You love your sweet daddy most of all.
Well- I been to all fifty of the fifty states, and
You're the only hip chickadee to swing these, gates!
I'd follow you most anyplace
All the way to China,
Because the cat's meow is your face
(I really mean it)
Because the cat's meow is your face
(I'll love you forever, baby)
Because the cat's meow is your face

Meow
Track Name: What The Moon Has Done
Well I can't see
My eyes are shifting shape
Thickening hair along my nape
I'm down on all fours
and my nails are diggin' in the hardwood floor

I've been thinkin' strange thoughts like in a dream--
Opening my mouth to scream
But all that comes out is a howl
Spit is hangin' from my jowls

What's happening?
What The Moon Has Done To Me

More thickening fur around the nape
More bloody thoughts I can't escape
From what I'm turning into
I probably need a breath mint too

Outside, out back, out on the lawn
All my human features gone
Diggin' a hole and lying down
Chewed up bones are all around

What's happening
What The Moon Has Done To Me
Track Name: Monongah
Five hundred miners went to heaven,
December Sixth, Nineteen-O-Seven...

Well, Monongah was the coal town's name.
From the native tongue is where it came.
For it was the Indian word for blood,
Which would prove quite fitting soon enough.

Well, the miners knew the ground was haunted.
With the name "Monongah" the natives taunted.
Who knows what evil those boys found
While digging deep down in the ground?

The rescuers- they couldn't breathe.
After fifteen minutes they had to leave.
'Cause you just can't breathe in the afterdamp. (gasp)
Carbon Monoxide- have a sample
Well Shaft#6 and Shaft#8
are connected by ducts that ventilate
but which also act as a path of breath for a
coal-dust methane hellish fiery death! (scream)

As I toil through the firedamp,
Well, I can't afford a Davy Lamp.
I smell the gas, I see the spark.
Then scorched, I choke in the drowning dark.
The earthen tomb is mighty cold
For a dozen boys of twelve years old.
How could a nightmare like this happen?
I guess I should've stuck to trappin'.

No, it wasn't a Native American curse--
The real situation is certainly worse.
Complicit in the mine's creation
Was Fairmont Coal, and Consolidation.
And rest assured that the company mine
Would be reopened in one month's time
By boys like me, scrapin' tooth and nail,
While Two-Hundred-Fifty widows moan and wail!

And Monongah was the coal town's name.
From the native tongue is where it came.
For it was the Indian word for blood.
Which would prove quite fitting soon enough.

Five hundred miners went to heaven...
December Sixth, Nineteen-O-Seven.
Track Name: Dark Spot
There's a little dark spot on my soul
Is it a cancer or a hole?
Is it just empty space or will it grow
Into a bigger dark spot on my soul?

There's a tiny hard spot on my heart
I noticed when we split apart
There with thousands of tiny white scars--
It looks like the surface of Mars

Tiny white scars the size of a pin
It'll be covered all up and
It won't beat again
and I won't have to be
All Alone
Because I'll be made out of stone

If I only knew what was true
I'd know what to think about you
I'd find something to fill up this hole
That is slowly taking over my soul

Tiny white scars the size of a pin
It'll be covered all up and
It won't beat again
and I won't have to be all alone
because I'll be made out of stone
Track Name: The World's Fair Hotel
She was a country girl named Nell
At The World's Fair Hotel,
Just another acquisition
From The Colombian Exposition...

I took her on the Ferris wheel,
Then out for her last meal,
Then a moonlit carriage ride
Where in her I did confide-
How our Lord, he doth Provide...
"Here we are now, come inside"

(CHORUS)
And it's Down, Down, down the corpse chute,
Carved up on the slab
Oh those colleges need skeletons--
I'll put her on the tab.

Wash your hands, wash your hands
As you come back from The Sands
As you walk home from The Sands
Darling Nikki!
The Sands is an dirty place
and you've got something on your face.
And if you take what I mean...
I prefer my women clean!

I've got acid, I've got lime
But I haven't got much time.
Old Chappel will meet you later--
He's a cool Articulator.
I'm a charming blue-eyed devil
And I'm always on the level.
Well my name is H.H. Holmes
and I'll be selling all your bones!

Chorus (2x)

Though I haven't got much time
I've got acid, I've got lime!
Oh my, how it pleased and shocked her
When I told her I'm a doctor!
And I'm always on the level
I'm a charming blue-eyed devil
I'll be selling all your bones
And my name is
H.
H.
Holmes!

(Cha cha cha!)