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Ⓒ Corcoran 1988 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 2024 Third song from upcoming album, Flacco Loco, (due out sometime in late 2024). I waited 36 years to put this one out. This song is about the primary reason I walked away from a somewhat successful, previous band due to the fact that someone in that band was ripping off my newer songs and musical ideas at the time, and attempting to get his pirated versions out before I got mine out, so it would look like he had the ideas and I was stealing from him. Sick situation indeed. It had been an inside joke in that group since its inception that this person had a habit of “borrowing” from outside people’s/groups’ songs/music to a very obvious degree, but we looked at it then that that was his problem, not ours. Who cares? That was, until it became my problem, and then I bailed and formed this band 36 years ago. All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). Lyrics: When I look at you, I see me. Listening to you, I hear me. Lines blur into one another, we're so close I start to smother. Sometimes I get the feeling I'm being watched. Mirror image, just a pane of glass. The mere reflection without the class. Mirror image staring back at me. If you put yourself in my shoes, would you like what you see? If I can make you, then I can break you. You're forever at my mercy. Un-incredible simulation standing there in hesitation, Always waiting there for my lead. Mirror image, just a pane of glass. The mere reflection without the class. Mirror image staring back at me. If you put yourself in my shoes, would you like what you see? Every time you see me smile, I'm laughing in your face. 'Cause you trust in the notion that you can't be replaced. An imposter to the throne, it's very clear That if I choose to walk away, then you just disappear Bye-bye!! The responsibility for making you look good Is sometimes biting off even more than I can chew. Because you can't stand alone, I feel an urge for throwing stones At someone who lives inside a glass-house. Mirror image, just a pane of glass. The mere reflection without the class. Mirror image staring back at me. If you put yourself in my shoes, would you like what you see? Mirror image, mirror image....

Ⓒ Corcoran 1985 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 2024 First cut on upcoming record, "Flacco Loco", due out fall/winter 2024. The song was originally written in 1985 (the oldest song of mine still being done) about a NYC neighborhood junkie who robbed my apartment and unsuccessfully tried to get away with my Jensen speakers. Then the lyrics morphed into a description of said-junkie himself, who I named after the speakers. This was subsequently recorded and (originally) released in 1988 during my stint in The Tonebenders, as part of their cassette-only, second album, "Get Bent", along with a re-recorded version on their vinyl EP, "Toin Coss", released later that year. Bone Orchard did play this live often as our set closer, primarily as an excuse for me to squeeze in a cheap-trick guitar solo played with my teeth. But I never did like the way it sounded in either situation back in the day; THIS is what I was looking for. And, as always now, all instruments and vocals are courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). BTW, you can download this track for FREE at Bandcamp.com: https://boneorchard1.bandcamp.com/track/take-away-jensen Follow the link and just type in "0" when it asks you what you want to pay. If you join that site and want to STREAM it there, you would have to pay a $1 minimum for this track. But I made downloading FREE for my music there. Lyrics: I'm looking in your eyes and I meet a blank stare. I wish I knew what was going on back there. Living in a little world all of your own. I keep trying to call but there's nobody home. Take away Jensen, take away Jensen, They're taking Jensen away. Take away Jensen, take away Jensen, They're taking Jensen away. Head up in the clouds, how's the view from up there? Life drifts on by but you're so unaware. Living in a little world all of your own. I keep trying to call but there's nobody home. Take away Jensen, take away Jensen, They're taking Jensen away. Take away Jensen, take away Jensen, They're taking Jensen away. First you lost your head and now you've lost your mind. Knew it had to happen, was just a matter of time. Those who live out on the edge are bound to fall off. And you just keep on falling, man, your cause is lost. Take away Jensen, take away Jensen, They're taking Jensen away. Take away Jensen, take away Jensen, They're taking Jensen away. Take away Jensen. Take away Jensen. Take away Jensen. Take away Jensen.

All songs Ⓒ Corcoran 1988 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 1990 After 33 years of having a "stone in my shoe" every time I listened to the original version of this record, on the very rare occasions that I did, I am now "stone-free" on the subject and can hear the band's original record the way I always intended it to sound, my somewhat current advanced age and rusty capabilities notwithstanding. All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). 1). Psychotic Attraction (Redux) - 0:00 - 3:06 2). Rent Control (Redux) - 3:10 - 7:06 3). If I Fall (Redux) - 7:12 - 10:24 4). Our Time Has Come (Redux) - 10:29 - 14:13 5). I Can't Talk To You (Redux) - 14:15 - 18:38 Lyrics for the 5 songs can be found on each song's individual Rumble video.

Ⓒ Corcoran 1988 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 1990 Originally on the band's first record, "Bonafide" (1990). First song about my leaving my previous band. As with the re-dos of the other songs from that record, THIS is the way it always should have sounded, especially the bass, which you can actually hear now since it no longer has to be buried due to the excessive pick scratching on the strings. And also like the other re-dos, all instruments and vocals are courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). If you want something done right…. Lyrics: Rearview mirror's in pieces shattered on the floor. I've just had enough yeah, I ain't looking back no more. Living here with so many ghosts is making me feel dead. Now I thank God I wasn't born with eyes in the back of my head. Our time has come to lay the past to rest. Our time has come, yeah, our time is here at last. Looking back is never really all it's cracked up to be. And I'd rather come my eyes on what's in front of me. Stood to long in one place, yeah, the view never seemed to change. Feeling better sorry than safe as I jump into the strange. Our time has come to lay the past to rest. Our time has come, yeah, our time is here at last. Signs that used to point the way are all but faded now. And dust just seems to pile up on all my sacred cows. The time is here to cut the line before the rust sets in, So I'm not left tied to the dock, just drifting in the wind. Our time has come to lay the past to rest. Our time has come, yeah, our time is here at last. Our time has come, yeah, our time is now. Our time has come.

ⒸCorcoran 1987 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 1990 Part of a redo on the entire 1990 Bonafide EP. This is the third attempt at this Tonebender-era composition (1987, 1990, 2023). Despite a LONG absence from playing and the significant aging of the skills and the voice, THIS is what it was always supposed to sound like 33 years ago. While the original recording got the job done in some ways, it was too "poppy" in the end, and too muddy, especially the bass because of all the pick scratching on the strings by the guilty party. I can finally enjoy listening to this, something I was never able to do during this song’s previous 36-year existence. All instruments and vocals (this time) courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). Sometimes when you want something done right.... Lyrics: Life can be so hard sometimes. It'll be the death of us all. But when it gets too much to take I know you'll catch me if I fall I know you'll catch me if I fall I know you'll catch me if I fall. When I scream in rage and anger At things that drive me up the wall And curse the day that I was born I know you'll catch me if I fall I know you'll catch me if I fall I know you'll catch me if I fall. Nightmares could fill my nights and constantly blow out my lights. But it would pass and love would last as long as I have you. And every day that I awake With all my problems standing tall I keep in mind as I break them down I know you'll catch me if I fall I know you'll catch me if I fall I know you'll catch me if I fall I know you'll catch me if I fall I know you'll catch me if I fall I know you'll catch me if I fall.

Ⓒ Corcoran 1988 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 1990 Originally on the band's first record, "Bonafide". As with the redos of the other songs from that record, THIS is the way it always should have sounded. And also like the other redos, all instruments and vocals are courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). If you want something done right…. Written about 2 neighbors I lived next door to in NYC during the mid/late 80’s who constantly complained about my practice volume whilst they cranked non-stop Tiffany music day and night. Ah, the good old days…. Lyrics Neighbors whining, "Turn that shit down! We don't like your kind 'round here". Well I can't help but laugh in his face and think, "I bet your dog's a queer". And I say, "Hey!... Go!... To!... Hell!...." "Hey!... Go!... To!... Hell!...." I hear pounding, the door gets kicked in. "Uh oh boys, it's the noise police!" Away they take me to the station, and there they ask me for any last requests. And I say, "Hey!... Go!... To!... Hell!...." "Hey!... Go!... To!... Hell!...." Strapped into the stereo chair, death by high fidelity. Headphones on and I'd rather be dead than have to hear more Tiffany! And I say, "Hey!... Go!... To!... Hell!...." "Hey!... Go!... To!... Hell!...."

ⒸCorcoran 1988 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 1990 Part of a redo on the entire 1990 Bonafide EP. Another song about my departure from my previous band. Despite the aging of the skills and the voice, THIS is what it was always supposed to sound like 33 years ago. While the original recording got the job done in some ways, it was too "poppy" in the end, and too muddy, especially the bass because of all the pick scratching on the strings by the guilty party. All instruments and vocals (this time) courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). Sometimes when you want something done right.... Lyrics: I try to tell you what I'm thinking, I try to make it all so clear. But you're too busy blinking and clarity's the thing you fear. When black and white stares you in the face, you paint your world as some some gray place, Where there is no right or wrong and we can't survive like this too long. I can't talk to you; no, I can't talk to you You tell me that you need me and all those lines you feed me Blur into a wall of sound that I can't get around. And now I find no pleasure in the things we used to treasure, And you just laugh it off, so now I'm jumping off. I can't talk to you; no, I can't talk to you. And now you're free to sit and whine about how life's so unkind, And nothing you can do will change it So why bother to rearrange it When you can just sit there and fade away. You say there is no reason, you say there is no sense, And babble on and on about how life's coincidence. And you believe everything you read but don't believe in what you say. And you make plans for your tomorrows, but you're already history. I can't talk to you; no, I can't talk to you.

Ⓒ Corcoran 1988 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 2023 Wrote this back in 1988 after I saw the movie "Platoon" for the first time. The song is from the point of view of someone who is forced to fight in someone else's bright idea of a war, one that they do not believe in nor understand the point of, whether it is American conscripts during the second half of the Vietnam war or Russian cannon-fodder being needlessly expended in Ukraine currently. Those who create such nightmares should be the ones forced to live and die in them, not the rest of us. All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). Lyrics: It seems like we’ve been here before. Got no idea what I’m fighting for. And all I know is that I’m scared to death. And I pray to God this ain’t my last breath. As I unravel and my friends fall down As I unravel as I hit the ground. Yeah, I unravel and my seams are showing. As I unravel and my mind is blown Yeah, I unravel…. Yeah, I unravel…. And my dad says that it must be done And he’d proud to give up his son. And my mom says, “There’s no sense to it”. And my mom says, “Just get thru it”. As I unravel and my friends fall down As I unravel as I hit the ground. Yeah, I unravel and my seams are showing. As I unravel and my mind is blown Yeah, I unravel…. Yeah, I unravel…. As I lay here, I taste the blood. I don’t stand so tall lying in the mud. And I dream of things that I’d rather be And places that I’d rather be. As I unravel and my friends fall down As I unravel as I hit the ground. Yeah, I unravel and my seams are showing. As I unravel and my mind is blown Yeah, I unravel…. Yeah, I unravel…. Yeah, I unravel….

Song that was a staple in our live set during our first year playing (1989-90). All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing").

Ⓒ Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 2023 Track from upcoming album, "Clinical Mayo". All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). Lyrics: Endless sobriety has never been my cup of tea While living in a society that thrives on hypocrisy Get me out of here, get me off this ledge, To someplace sane, to someplace safe, just no more hiding in a hedge. This place is crazy, yeah, this place is fucking nuts. Where's the door? Can't bear no more Endless ifs, ands, or buts. Endless ifs, ands, or buts. I've lived a life that's such a joke, always going up in smoke. 'Cause I can't help but think out loud, about yelling fire in a crowd. Yeah, I'm trouble 'cause I won't ever fit in. But that's okay, I spend my days just buried deep in the clearance bin. While contemplating that maybe it's me who's nuts. Pour me one more while I explore Endless ifs, ands, or buts. Endless ifs, ands, or buts. Drag queen story hour hiding in my shower Demanding to know my pronouns. While crowing like a rooster, "get a vaccine and a booster Or we'll run your ass out of town". Now l I can't use my flask if I gotta wear a mask, So I guess I'll just hide underground While they kill Betsy Ross on orders from the "boss" 'Cause she's an insurrectionist..... An insurrectionist.... FLAG THIS!!!!! Stoke my paranoia as they pour across the border, Taking over my hometown. Now I don't speak the language so I'm at a disadvantage When ordering the next round. So I gotta give more hugs and I gotta eat more bugs To help protect the atmosphere From endless train derailments. I use eggs to make my payments 'Cause freedom is a "dirty" word..... Such a dirty word..... Been working on my apathy while on vacation from my sanity. Where I hope to learn to levitate so I can rise above the hate. And when I look down and witness everything collapse, I'll float away to a better day and to a better place perhaps. While contemplating that maybe it's me who's nuts. So, I'll pour one more while I ignore Endless ifs, ands, or buts. Endless ifs, ands, or buts.......

Ⓒ Corcoran 1989 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 2023 Another early Bone Orchard composition that never saw the light of day then, but will be a track on the upcoming album, “Clinical Mayo”, due out late spring/summer 2023. All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). Lyrics: I've got more hair than my mother, She mistakes me for my sister, I use more hairspray than my girlfriend, And no one ever calls me "Mister". Well, I can keep the world outside When I let my freak-flag fly. I tease it spray it, I just can't help it. I feel so cool in my hair helmet! It goes with all my latest clothes. Keeps things from flying up my nose. My eyes, my thoughts remain unseen. I put it on to cause a scene. And I can keep the world outside When I let my freak-flag fly. I tease it spray it, I just can't help it. I feel so cool in my hair helmet! Well, I can keep the world outside When I let my freak-flag fly. I tease it spray it, I just can't help it. I feel so cool in my hair helmet! My boss says I'm such a mess And I should buy myself a dress And that my hair's gone to my head. But I just shrug it off instead. 'Cause I can keep the world outside When I let my freak-flag fly. I tease it spray it, I just can't help it. I feel so cool in my hair helmet! Yeah, I can keep the world outside When I let my freak-flag fly. I tease it spray it, I just can't help it. I feel so cool in my hair helmet!

Ⓒ Corcoran 1989 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 2023 Early Bone Orchard composition that never saw the light of day then (probably because it was actually about the original line-up, if anybody is interested), but will be a track on the upcoming album, “Clinical Mayo”, due out late spring/summer 2023. All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). Lyrics: We were standing at the border with chance for a new order. But you never planned to cross it, you just planned to cross your heart and your fingers, Yeah, it figures That now I find there is no "us", there's just "them". Yeah, now I find there is no "us", there's just "them", there's just "them", Me and "them". You were standing over the toilet waiting there to catch your pipe dreams. You'll have to pick me off the floor 'cause I won't stand for this shit no more (no more). 'Cause now I find there is no "us", there's just "them". Yeah, now I find there is no "us", there's just "them", there's just "them", Me and "them". I waited for the battle cry but found you sitting there, just waiting to die. And all our mighty plans are buried safe beneath the sands of your indifference, Oh well, what's the difference? Oh hell, what's the difference, what's the difference any more? I appealed to your reason, but you answered that with treason. And all the promises to fulfill you stood up against the wall for the kill and opened fire. ("FIRE!") Yeah, now I find there is no "us", there's just "them". Yeah, now I find there is no "us", there's just "them", there's just "them", Me and "them".

Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 2023 A mix of old and new B.O. music. Two songs were written in 2022 and were recorded this year. One other is a 2023 redo of the opening song on the band's first record, "Bonafide". The majority of the remaining songs were written in 1987/88 but not recorded until late 2022/early-mid 2023, except where noted (the two covers). Lyrics for each song can be found on each item's previous, individual upload. All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). Produced by M. Corcoran I'm Not Talking 0:00 Love is a Gas 2:47 Come Clean 6:11 Why I Drink 9:20 Into The Light 14:34 Them 19:09 Hair Helmet 23:31 I Could Be Wrong 27:07 Psychotic Attraction (2023 Redux) 29:51 Don't Want To Know If You're Lonely 32:59 Unravel 36:40

Ⓒ Corcoran 1988 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 2023 Finally, the version (sans backwards intro) that should have appeared on the band's first record 33 yrs. ago. Background vocals and harmonies sung as if lives depended on it; no need for excessive reverb to be administered to the recording to hide all of that pick-scratching on the bass' strings, resulting in a VERY muddy mix. I wanted the band on it at all costs - and got what I paid for. I am still proud of the original recording as a marker for a moment in time, and am glad I had a band to record it with and play live with, but I will no longer have to hear this simultaneously in my head every time I listen to the version on that record. It may not be perfect - the voice and playing may not be what it was 33 yrs. ago - but overall, THIS was what I was looking for. Neither the Tonebenders (all chops, wrong feel), nor the original line-up of Bone Orchard (right feel, but beside the drummer, no chops) were able to give me this, so I finally got around to doing it myself. At least 2 more from that record will also get makeovers in the near future. Amen. All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). Lyrics They live together yet live alone, But they'll never leave 'cause there's no place like home. They cling like vines to selfish hearts that don't amount to much But it's all they've got. Psychotic Attraction, it's a fatal reaction, They're crazy for each other. A neurotic obsession with the fear of rejection will never let them live in peace. But they don't care. A dozen roses, some broken bones Litter the place that they call home. A fragile line between love and hate Crossed too often to still separate. Psychotic Attraction, it's a fatal reaction, They're crazy for each other. A neurotic obsession with the fear of rejection will never let them live in peace. But they don't care. Remember, (dismember) what they felt for each other. (Disaster), the plaster has taken such a beating, The china (and crystal) in their hands is so lethal. Homicide (or suicide), they'll love each other to death Portrait's crooked up on the wall, But not half as crooked as what they call love. And all is fair in love and war, But which it is, they're not quite sure Psychotic Attraction, it's a fatal reaction, They're crazy for each other. A neurotic obsession with the fear of rejection will never let them live in peace. But they don't care.

Ⓒ Corcoran 1987 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 2023 One from the "vaults". Track from the upcoming album, "Clinical Mayo", originally written in 1987 for use with the Tonebenders, but never presented to either the Tonebenders or Bone Orchard. About time it sees the light of day. One hot mess indeed. All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing") Lyrics: Yeah well, I think that life’s a breeze When you’re living it in trees, But I could be wrong. And sex is always better When you’re doing it in threes, But I could be wrong, yeah, I could be wrong. Well, if I told you I would look much better In the morning light, Well, I could be wrong. And if I said that you could trust me ‘Cause I’d always steer you right, Well, I could be wrong. Yeah, I could be wrong. I could be talking about something That I know nothing about, While I’m trying to impress someone I just can’t figure out. The responsibility Is just too much for me to bear. So, I would think twice Before you follow me somewhere. I used to think that good guys Always won out in the end. But I could be wrong. And when you don’t understand It’s much safer to pretend But I could be wrong, yeah, I could be wrong. I could be talking about something That I know nothing about, While I’m trying to impress someone I just can’t figure out. The responsibility Is just too much for me to bear. So, I would think twice Before you follow me somewhere. Words get in the way When you don’t have much to say. But I could be wrong. And what goes on tomorrow Has no bearing on today. But I could be wrong, yeah, I could be wrong. Oh, I could be wrong, yeah, I could be wrong. Mercy!

Ⓒ Corcoran 1988 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 2023 Track from upcoming album, “Clinical Mayo”, due out late spring/summer 2023. Originally, another Tonebender-era composition that never saw the light of day. Was one of many pieces written about my leaving that group. The others, you’ll just have to figure out for yourselves. All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). Lyrics: Well, I stand here before you to bear witness to the truth. And I don't see the point in further beating around the bush. Yeah, I feel clean when I come clean, This ain't no character assasination. Yeah, I feel clean when I come clean, I ain't guilty by association anymore. Well I never intended to lead you on or pull your chain. But you seemed to get turned on when we're hangin' here in so much pain. Yeah, I feel clean when I come clean, This ain't no character assasination. Yeah, I feel clean when I come clean, I ain't guilty by association anymore. Now I'm feeling like a free man, It's all out in the open, I've lost the point in hoping That we'll ever see eye to eye and reach an understanding, Yeah, here's where I'm standing, raising up my hand and watching you get blown away. Well, it built up for so long inside that i don't know how I ever got thru it, but that ain't important now. 'Cause I feel clean when I come clean, This ain't no character assasination. Yeah, I feel clean when I come clean, I ain't guilty by association anymore.

Song I started doing at the end of my time with the Tonebenders. Always intended to put it in the set with Bone Orchard, but never had a bass player that could handle this one. However, given the verbally repressive times we live in currently, this seemed the appropriate time to resurrect it. So here it is, lyrics included. P.S. It will also appear on the upcoming album, “Clinical Mayo”, due out late spring/summer 2023. Words and music - Mose Allison Arrangement - The Yardbirds All instruments and vocal courtesy of M. Corcoran (the “last man standing”) Lyrics: I'm not talkin' Don't ask me what I have to say If I said things is splendid Someone would be offended If I said things were awful It might just be unlawful I'm not talkin' it just don't pay I'm not talkin' Don't ask me what it's all about I used to think I knew it But man I just out grew it The things that really matter Don't mix with idle chatter And that's one thing I can do without I'm not talkin' Don't ask me what I'm gonna do The things I say at midnight I might not say in daylight I've reached the fine conclusion It only breeds confusion So don't call me daddy I'll call you I'm not talkin' Don't ask me what I'm gonna do The things I say at midnight I might not say in daylight I've reached the fine conclusion It only breeds confusion So don't call me daddy I'll call you

Ⓒ Corcoran 1988 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 2022 Tonebender-era composition played as the second song in the Bone Orchard live set every show throughout the band's three year (live) existence. It is FINALLY getting its due as a studio recording. The song's lyrics are actually an ode to flatulence while masquerading as a description of the physical manifestations of love-at-first-sight. Unfortunately, I don't think anyone ever got the joke - they just thought it was about "love". Oh well...... All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). Lyrics: It’s a feeling that comes over me quite suddenly. Rarely gives me time to react. And sometimes, it just gets so embarrassing. I’m so relieved when the moment’s passed. Love is a gas Love is a gas. People stare, but I just stand there smiling. An emotion, it seems, I just can’t suppress. And they don’t like it when I express myself so publicly. But they’re just jealous ‘cause I felt it first. Love is a gas, Love is a gas. Sometimes I’m so afraid to let the real me shine thru. (Let it out, let it out.) So I close my eye and keep it in so I don’t blow my cool. (Let it out, let it out.) But I don’t need to strike a pose to come smelling like a rose When I let what’s inside out, I gotta let what’s inside out, yeah. My friends think it’s just a passing fancy But I know it’ll linger for a while. And when it’s gone, another one soon comes along, To take the place of one I held so long. Love is a gas. Love is a gas. Love is a gas. Love is a gas.

Ⓒ Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 2023 Track from upcoming album, "Clinical Mayo". All instruments and vocals (and video thumbnail photo) courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). Dedicated to the angel who did all of this for me - she knows who she is…. Lyrics: I lived inside a doubt. I lost all hope of getting out ever again. I had an urge to scream "I'd rather live inside a dream". And there you were. Yeah, out of nowhere you appear. Your angel wings erase my fear. Your ray of sunlight on my face transports me to a better place, Into the light. I had a silly plan - I'd build a castle out of sand instead of stone. And I would build a moat, but build no bridge and build no boat, So I'd be trapped inside. Then out of nowhere you appear. Your angel wings erase my fear. Your ray of sunlight on my face transports me to a better place, Into the light. I lived inside a car in a parking lot under the stars, nowhere else to go. Then you took me by the hand and led me to your private promised land, To begin again. Yeah, out of nowhere you appear. Your angel wings erase my fear. Your ray of sunlight on my face transports me to a better place, Into the light.

Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 2022 Collection of Tonebender/Bone Orchard-era compositions and covers that were performed live only between 1988-1992, or never saw the light of day past the writing stage. Only "Gray Morning" is a completely 2022 creation (writing/performing). All have been recorded in 2021/22. All instruments and vocals courtesy of Michael Corcoran (as always, the "last man standing"). Lyrics can be found on the individual You Tube entries for each of the songs. 1. The Line (A Tompkins Square Park "Love Affair") 0:00 2. Just like Me 2:17 3. Bored To Death (A "Mosh Waltz) 5:05 4. Take It To Heart 9:12 5. Gray Morning 12:35 6. Splendid Isolation 16:43 7. Heroes 20:33 8. Reasonable Doubt 26:54 9. Home Sweet Home 31:41 10. A View From The Underground 35:05 11. Clear and Loud 39:17

Ⓒ Corcoran 1988-1990 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 1990 1. Psychotic Reaction 0:00 2. Rent Control 3:13 3. If I Fall 7:08 4. Our Time Has Come 10:21 5. I Can't Talk To You 13:40 Personnel: Michael Corcoran - lead guitar, lead vocals Jim Potts - guitar, vocals Todd Weiss - bass, vocals (lead vocal - first verse - If I Fall) Joe Vincent - drums, vocals Lyrics can be found on the individual You Tube entries for each of the above songs.

Ⓒ Corcoran 1987-1992 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 2022 Recorded in 1992, after the dissolution of the band in late August of 1991 during negotiations for a potential major label deal with Giant/Warner Bros. (money changes everything....). All tracks are rough mixes/outtakes, with some minor additions made in 2021 to get it into a "releasable" state. All instruments and vocals courtesy of Michael Corcoran (the "last man standing"). Lyrics can be found on the individual You Tube entries for each of the songs. 1. Broken 0:00 2. Race War 3:04 3. Your Place 7:06 4. A View From The Underground 11:44 5. Mellow Drama 15:55 6. Killing Breeze 20:46 7. Home Sweet Home 24:29 8. Road To Ruin 27:50 9. Biker Chick 31:23 10. Hoodlum Circus 35:48 11. Haywire 40:02 12. Shake With You 43:57 13. Clear and Loud 48:10

Ⓒ 1990 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 1992 Rough mix of track from band's unfinished, unreleased second record, "Lunatic Fringe". All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). We've been thinking the same for quite some time, you take yours and I'll take mine. I think it's time we hit the road instead of hitting each other. And all this that we built together probably should have lasted forever, But the walls we made to hold it up just got in the way. And now I feel no pain. Everything just feels the same. And now I feel no pain. Everything is such a drag in this Mellow Drama, No more left for us to learn, no more soar or crash or burn. On the sofa couched in our indifference, I no longer the meat of your existence. You put it in your pipe and smoked it, I put it in my hand and choked it. And the walls we made to hold it up just got in the way. And now I feel no pain. Everything just feels the same. And now I feel no pain. Everything is such a drag in this Mellow Drama. Was a time I could climb your fences, hit your beach and invade your senses. But now we repulse each other's advances and take no prisoners, take no chances. Wedding dress just lies there now, a pile of white trash on the floor. And all the things it once stood for don't stand up any more. We used to turn each other on, now we do each other in, You holding the grenade, while I'm pulling the pin. And now I feel no pain. Everything just feels the same. And now I feel no pain. Everything is such a drag, And now I feel no pain. Everything just feels the same. And now I feel no pain. Everything is such a drag... In this Mellow Drama

Ⓒ 1990 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 1992 Rough mix of a track from band's unfinished, unreleased second record, "Lunatic Fringe". All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last man standing"). I read it in the papers, I see it on TV, I see it in the way that you're looking back at me. How your sense of justice is not so color-blind, And to raise that flag of color is the mark of a crippled mind Looking for a race war, yeah, I say race war. Does it really matter whose guts you're gonna splatter? With your race war, yeah, I say race war. Yeah, it's human treason to ignore the voice of reason. I see it in your videos, I hear it in your songs, The rising call to arms, yeah, everybody tag along. I hear it from your leaders, their incoherent babble, Cock your weapons, gentlemen, and let those sabers rattle! You're looking for a race war, yeah, I say race war. Yeah you want your cake and want to burn it too With your race war, yeah, I say race war. That's one party I won't attend. Uh, Uh, Oh, Uh, Uh, Oh, Join the rage, yeah, it's all the rage, Everybody's looking to join the rage. Uh, Uh, Oh, Uh, Uh, Oh, Run for cover, hit the ground, Ashes to ashes, we all fall down. I hear it from your Farrakhan, Hitler, and Ku Klux Klan. Ride the wave of ignorance, drown the man inside the man. Reduce him to a color, a pigment of his imagination' Light his fuse and set him loose, let him burn down this damn nation! With your race war, yeah, I say race war, Are you really sure of what you're fighting for? With your race war, yeah, I say race war, Ashes to ashes, we all fall down Uh, Uh, Oh, Uh, Uh, Oh, Uh, Uh, Oh, Uh, Uh, Oh, Uh, Uh, Oh, Uh, Uh, Oh, Uh, Uh, Oh, Uh, Uh, Oh.

Ⓒ 1991 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 1992 Rough mix of track from band's unfinished, unreleased second record, "Lunatic Fringe". All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last guy standing"). Man with a gun is a dangerous thing When he hears voices and his head starts to ring. He's primed and he's loaded and his aim is steady. You're in his sights and now he's ready. There's death in the trees, there's a killing breeze, And it's blowing your way. There's death in the trees, there's a killing breeze, And it's blowing your way. Monkey on his back, he's about to crack. Headful of rage, and now he's gunning for the front page. Evening news arrives to psychoanalyze. And pretty little anchor gets it right between the eyes. There's death in the trees, there's a killing breeze, And it's blowing your way. There's death in the trees, there's a killing breeze, And it's blowing your way. Shot to the head, shot to the gut, Look out stomach, I'm gonna throw up. 'Cause there's blood everywhere, there's blood everywhere, There's blood everywhere. He's rifling through his pockets As he's laughing up his sleeve. When a bullet through the brain Has got him falling like the leaves. There's death in the trees, there's a killing breeze, And it's blowing your way. There's death in the trees, there's a killing breeze, And it's blowing your way.