Tasjan! Tasjan! Tasjan! Liner Notes
Tasjan! Tasjan! Tasjan! Track List:
Sunday Women
Computer of Love
Up All Night
Another Lonely Day
Don’t Overthink It
Cartoon Music
Feminine Walk
Dada Bois
Now You Know
Not That Bad
Got What I Wanted
Instruments & vocals by:
Aaron Lee Tasjan
Tommy Scifres
Dylan Sevey
Gregory Lattimer
Keith Christopher
Fred Eltringham
Josh Kaler
Devon Ashley
Dom Billet
Jon Radford
Matt Rowlands
All songs written by Aaron Lee Tasjan
Tasjan Music (ASCAP) administered by Words & Music, a division of Big Deal Music Group
Except
“Sunday Women” written by Aaron Lee Tasjan and Scot Sax
Tasjan Music (ASCAP) administered by Words & Music, a division of Big Deal Music Group / Scot Sax Songs (ASCAP)
“Up All Night” written by Aaron Lee Tasjan and Gregory W. Lattimer
Tasjan Music (ASCAP) administered by Words & Music, a division of Big Deal Music Group / Bill Town USA (ASCAP)
“Don’t Overthink It” written by Aaron Lee Tasjan and Patrick Damphier
Tasjan Music / Five Proud Trees (ASCAP) administered by Words & Music, a division of Big Deal Music Group
A Foreword on Tasjan! Tasjan! Tasjan! by Jaan Uhelszki
Every now and then an artist comes along who makes you remember why you started listening to albums in the first place: Aaron Lee Tasjan is that artist. With his wrecked cool, off-center charm, and restless creative dazzle, he makes music with conviction and arch mystique that has its roots in rock’s murky past, armed with an arsenal of songs that spill over with humor, intelligence, irony, personal vision and at times prophecy; pushing boundaries of taste and imagination to new heights, unrestrained by genre or subject matter. Songs that speak to the tribe.
An obsessive creative, Aaron Lee Tasjan writes pop songs with a twist, a little overdriven, far too honest at times—performing them like ragged rock tunes that careen a little too close to the edge without actually falling over into the abyss, and autobiographical to a fault. One listen to “Feminine Walk,” the musician’s blatantly confessional song on Tasjan! Tasjan! Tasjan!, you realize he is the legitimate heir to early rock ‘n’ roll's sly sexual sedition. He updates the idea of androgyny but dispels the emotional and social ambiguity with lyrics that reflect his own geographic and artistic wanderings. Beginning in his early teens they took him from Delaware to California, to Ohio, to New Jersey, to Massachusetts, to New York, to his current home in Nashville, always looking for his psychic and musical locus.
In both his travels and in making his fourth solo album, you get the sense over Tasjan! Tasjan! Tasjan!’s 11 songs, that the man who began the album, is not the same man who completed it, transformed both by the experiences that inspired the songs and crafting them. In pursuing the muse, Tasjan found himself, and you can feel it beginning with the blithe, deceptive sunshine pop of “Sunday Women,” about an elusive dream girl, to “Computer of Love,” a slurry blurry cautionary about the demise of rock. “Up All Night” is part agit pop, part glam, an unexpected millennial anthem about modern romance without being precious, while “Another Lonely Day,” is a haunting Zen koan full of profundity and neurosis.
“Don’t Overthink It,” is a strutting, sputtering minor key threat, rhythmically so dangerous, the drumming sounds like knife flicks instead of drum sticks, while “Cartoon Music,” is full of ennui and unremitting boredom of someone caught in a loop, broken only by Tasjan’s insistent guitar. “Dada Bois” is as clever as it is revelatory, with Beach Boy-ian harmonies so pure that you can almost feel the sea spray. “Now You Know” is a deep and naked look right into Tasjan’s psyche, crackling with honesty and doubt so real you can feel the ripples of anxiety, but thankfully dissipate on a wave of hope and a final shimmering guitar note that hangs in the air like a wisp of a cirrus cloud before a rainstorm.
The last two songs, “Not That Bad” and “Got What I Wanted,” pick up that theme, coming to a state of grace both musically and psychically—resolving this sometimes disquieting song cycle with a chiming melody and the quiet assurance that life is what you make of it, and sometimes even more if you just get out of your own way. This is not anxious music for anxious times, but rather music as an antidote for anxious times. It is the sound of the future arriving.
Tasjan! Tasjan! Tasjan! Lyrics
Sunday Women
(Aaron Lee Tasjan / Scot Sax)
Whatever happened to Sunday Women?
Sunday women are hard to find
Sunday women don’t break hearts like mine
When you’re with ‘em the stars align
All I wanted was to dream with you
And make one of our dreams come true
Now I sit here with the Monday blues
Computer of Love
(Aaron Lee Tasjan)
Some advanced technology is eating through my brain
Got wires crossed, it bothers me to feel this artificial pain
My little avatar, I’ll never know who you really are
Digital clouds and guiding stars on the computer of love
May the guitar rest in peace for it’s dead once more
What old white men must police whenever they get bored
Eight ladies from the late 80s staring back at me, such beauties on my screen
Fake friends tweet their two cents just to mess with me
Such dangers on my screen
Up All Night
(Aaron Lee Tasjan / Gregory Lattimer)
Saved up all my money and blew all of my money
Cause I really don’t, really don’t, really don’t care
I really don’t, really don’t care
Stayin’ up all night, it could be good or it could be bad for you
It’s gonna be alright or it won’t be
Broke up with my boyfriend to go out with my girlfriend
Cause love is like, love is like, love is like that
Love is like, love is like that
I went to the doctor, she said, “You might have a problem”
“But I really can’t, really can’t, really can’t tell”
“I really can’t, really can’t tell”
Another Lonely Day
(Aaron Lee Tasjan)
When I woke up today, yesterday was in my way
I got dressed in what’s left of my clean clothes
In the lazy little glow of a morning TV show
I was alone and unknown when you pulled me close
Ah, spend another lonely day with you
I shot up like a rose and in the sun I froze
Then I laid there in the dirt till I grew again
The hours flower slowly, at times I feel so lonely
As you take me where I go but never where I’ve been
I came up with some plans at the bottom of a couple cans
To reinvent myself as a shining light but as my heart grew dark
It was pumping smoke and sparks and the Reaper laughed as I dashed
Into the night
Don’t Overthink It
(Aaron Lee Tasjan / Patrick Damphier)
Don’t overthink it, don’t overthink it
You’ll never get that little trinket
You’ll take your ship of dreams and sink it
Don’t overthink it
Don’t fall to pieces, don’t fall to pieces
See you in Hell before it freezes, save me a seat
Right next to Jesus, don’t fall to pieces
Boy, been around once or twice, had my heart in a vice
There’s a hurting in store, boy, gotta own what you done
Living under the gun, don’t excuse it no more
Don’t be a stranger, don’t be a stranger
Don’t be a dog in the manger
Love yourself, love your neighbor
Don’t be a stranger
It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter
We’re climbing up the same old ladder
I know the bad is getting badder, it doesn’t matter
Boy, been around once or twice, had my heart in a vice
There’s a hurting in store, boy, gotta own what you done
Living under the gun, don’t excuse it no more
Boy, got a bottle of wine and a lot of free time I’ve been spending alone
Boy, every corner you cut, every door that you shut
Goes straight to the bone
Cartoon Music
(Aaron Lee Tasjan)
Cartoon music for cartoon people, nobody knows if they’re real
Cartoon music for cartoon people, they don’t know how to feel
Just wasting your mind away
Same deja vu as yesterday
Look at the colors on your screen
And think of all they’ve come to mean
And now you’re losing your mind
Feminine Walk
(Aaron Lee Tasjan)
Always been a workin’ man, playin’ in a rock roll band
Got rags like a drag queen dream, coming undone at the seams
I get one look, two look, three look, four, every time I’m at the bathroom door
You’ve seen Bowie and Bolan and Jagger too
Grace Jones, Joan Jett and To Wong Foo
I got a feminine walk
Rolled out from New York City, like metropolitan Conway Twitty
Got my smokers cough in a Brooklyn loft, used a pseudonym
Had a crush on him, made things for my girl a little too hard
At Dinero’s hotel on her boyfriend’s credit card
He was a sugar daddy with dollar sign eyes, I think he started Spotify
I got a feminine walk, I got a feminine walk
I got legs for days, I got a million ways
I got a feminine walk
Came down to the guitar town, to follow Tin Pan Todd around
Tried to learn his magic tricks, mostly copped his Adderall fix
Then I fell for a boy in drag at Play, danced the lonely nights away
Then up walks this girl who saved my life, with love that cuts like the Randall Knife
Dada Bois
(Aaron Lee Tasjan)
I tend to think I’m dyin’, something I get from my mama
I’m only happy cryin’, smokin’ too much marijuana
I’m just a man, with a nothing left to disguise
My love’s a lonely laser beam, sorry if I shoot out your eye
Dada boys, I bleed to love
Gaga girls, you’re my drug
My heart is wild, but it’s true
I love anyone it tells me to
If there’s a space in this city
Someone’s tryin’ to fill it, all the impossibly pretty
Keep tryin’ to kill it, they don’t see me, but would it kill ‘em to try?
I know I make ‘em uncomfortable, but I’m just living my life
Hanging from the mouth of a beautiful world
We ain’t nothing but crooked teeth
Some have holes, some are gold
We all shine somewhere underneath
Now You Know
(Aaron Lee Tasjan)
Take this lonely song and break it, there’s no way
I’m gonna make it, nothing’s in the cards I haven’t seen
I’m all out of luck and reasons, that stuff never lasts the seasons
Me? I guess I’m somewhere in between
I’m so far away, I’m so far away
Tried to be a poet, couldn’t find the words
Maybe someday they’ll flow?
That’s all I can say, and now you know
Oh my heart just feels like Monday
You were but a dream of Sunday, I’m still standing at the wishing well
Everything goes by in flashes, little pictures made of plastic
All I have to show for your sweet spell
Now I’m sinking deeper than I ever have before
Missed my window tryin’ to go out the closing door
Shake me from the top down baby, I ain’t ever felt this crazy
What a world I chose to set on fire, paint your town with all my colors
Pain and beauty like no others, dancing like a bird upon a wire
Not That Bad
(Aaron Lee Tasjan)
The world outside my window, looks like Nintendo
But I’m not playing games anymore
Read the paper on my phone, and felt so all alone
As I found yet another, feeling to ignore
Life’s in your hands, it’s really not so sad
Pretending things are not that bad
Tried it slow, I tried it faster, I taped over the master
And the silence I recorded sure said it all
It had danger, it had soul, it was the ghost of rock’n’roll
I sent it to the label but I never got a call
Got What I Wanted
(Aaron Lee Tasjan)
Smoke and shadows fall, staring at the wall again
I have made up my mind
Love will only grow, when you let it go, tell me how was I to know?
I had made up my mind
Then I got what I wanted, got what I wanted
Never knew it would feel just a little too real
Never knew it would feel just a little too real