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Dave Muhoberac
Lead Vocals 


Jeff Rippin
Guitars / Vocals


Jerry Heeschen
Bass / Vocals


Paul Dorato
Drums / Vocals

Produced by RIPPIN

Co-Produced by Christopher Bentley

 

Executive Producers

 Dave Muhoberac and Jeff Rippin

Engineered, mixed and mastered by Christopher Bentley in the Dungeon Studios San Jose, Ca

 

Additional Musicians

Celeste Alexander Bentley—Backup vocals on “Can’t Get Over It”

Eddie Jimenez—Percussion on “Life We Choose” and “Grave Dancin”

Christopher Bentley—Backup vocals on Pussy Mansion

Rich Gamboa—Keyboards on “Can’t Get Over It” 

John Castignani —Inspiration for the song “Johnny” 

Chris Farlow—Lyrics on “Bad Boy Blues” 
  
Cover concept and artwork—Paul Dorato 
Graphics Design Christopher Bentley 
  
All songs written and arranged by RIPPIN except “Pussy Mansion” Written by John Wallace and Paul Van Deusen. 
  

 

RIPPIN's new CD "CAN'T GET OVER IT"  Liner notes 

 

    

CAN’T GET OVER IT

  
Wake in the middle of the... 
Wake in the middle of the night 
He get's this awful feelin'
He gets this feelin' that ain't right
He looks over his shoulder 
He looks and sees that she's not there 
But, he still feels her presence 
Her pillow still smells like her hair 
He can't get over it 
He's not the type to quit 
He can't release her from his head 
He can't get over it 
He's not the type to quit 
He can't believe she's really dead 
Wake in the middle of the... 
Wake in the middle of the night 
He didn't want to say, it was a year ago today 
The ugly accident that took his love of life away 
Tonight's a special night 
The table set the linen white 
He can't get over it 
He's not the type to quit 
He can't release her from his head 
He can't get over it 
He's not the type to quit 
He can't believe she's really dead 
  
  
ANGEL 
  
If angels had wings You could do lots of things 
Like fly thru the air Without a care for - other things 
If angels had wings You could fly over here 
You could show me a life That we both could share 
You're surely an angel It's plain to see 
If angels had wings... 
If angels had wings You could fly thru the air 
Or come over here I don't really care 
But someone might say That if angels had wings 
That it could be crime But I'm sure it's not mine 
You're surely an angel It's plain to see 
If angels had wings... 
The angel opens her eyes Just to see, just to see 
When the angel closes her eyes...then anarchy begins 
Can you feel it? 
You're surely an angel It's plain to see 
If angel's had wings You'd be flying with me 
If angels had wings You'd be flying with me

 

 LIFE WE CHOOSE 
  
You keep tellin' me I'm not the kind you want 
You keep that up, and I'll be leavin' you at home 
You didn't like it when you came to last night's show 
I said that it would be a good thing if you would go 
It's the life we choose 
You know those other girls, they don't mean a thing 
Because now after all you got the diamond ring 
Hard to handle the attention that we get 
But I just wish you wouldn't get so damned upset 
What do I have to do to make you understand? 
This is the life we choose with the RIPPIN band 
It's the life we choose 
The life we choose 
Not for the feint of heart, the weak or the reserved 
I know sometimes that we get what we deserve 
I know it's hard for you when we are on the road 
But I'm not gonna quit, not even when I'm old 
It's the life we choose 
The life we choose 
  
  
ROAD RAGE 

Wakin' up at 5:00, feelin' half alive 
Gotta get this car stuck into drive 
The gas is over fillin', My coffee is a spillin' 
On my brand new polo shirt 
Even dropped my tie in the dirt 
Monday morning road rage begins 
The bimbo in the civic, she thinks she's so terrific 
Wish she'd just hang up & drive 
It's a wonder she's still alive 
The yuppie in the beamer, pretends he doesn't see her 
All she wants to do is merge a lane 
He's got his road rage to blame 
Monday morning road rage beginning 
Monday morning road rage again 
Traffic is a murder, my paycheck is absurder 
Face another day of corporate politics 
Day after day it's a battle, fight my way down this ugly road 
Sorry if you see my anger 
Sorry for my road rage overload 
Monday morning road rage beginning 
Monday morning road rage again 
Gotta be a better way to make a livin' 
Gotta be a better way than this 
Monday morning road rage beginning 
Monday morning road rage revenge


JOHNNY 
  
My name is Johnny 
And I like to drink with Lloyd 
I carry my axe 
And the door has been destroyed 
Got a wife named Wendy 
She's as quiet as a mouse 
She'll be running away 
Around this hotel house 
All work and no play 
Makes Jack a dull boy 
All work and no play 
Makes Jack a dull boy 
Gotta boy named Danny 
Got a Big Wheel for a toy 
All work and no play 
Makes Jack a dull boy 
People tellin' me 
I'm loosing' my mind! 
  
  
THE MAGIC TOUCH 
  
The older we get 
The further we see 
The further we see 
The wiser we get 
The wiser we get 
The more we can feel 
The more we can feel 
The higher we get 
The higher we get 
The more we can love 
The more we can love 
The closer to heaven we are 
Can you feel the magic around you? 
Can you feel the magic touch? 
Can you feel the magic around you? 
Can you feel the magic touch? 
I remember the first time I called on a savior 
Nothin' seemed to be workin' in my life 
That was when I knew I couldn't forsake you 
It's time to start doin' my life right 
Can you feel the magic around you? 
Can you feel the magic touch?  


GRAVE DANCIN 
  
Many years ago on a cold and windy night 
Upon a bridge I saw a girl completely dressed in white 
I asked if I could help her and she slowed up her stride 
She gazed at me and sweetly asked 
Would you mind givin me a ride 
I’m heading for the prom I said, She said that would be fine My name is Elisabeth, haven’t danced in a long long time We danced and danced the whole night through 
But when that clock struck two 
I noticed something wrong with her 
I prayed we wasn’t through Grave Dancin, all the night through 
Grave Dancin, wishing I’m with you Grave Dancin, you are my dream girl 
Grave Dancin, your givin me a thrill 
It’s time for me to go she said, She started for the door Take me back to where you found me, A few hours before 
At the car I opened the door, She said it was cold 
Wear my coat Elisabeth, It’s warm I’ve been told I’ll come tomorrow and pick it up, If that’s OK with you She smiled and said that would be fine 
But her voice was oh so blue 
At the bridge she left the car, I wanted to take her home 
She said I’ll see you tomorrow, Tonight I’ll walk alone Grave Dancin, all the night through 
Grave Dancin, wishing I’m with you Grave Dancin, you are my dream girl 
Grave Dancin, your givin me a thrill 
Next day started looking, Knocking on every door 
Finally there was just one left, Just that one house more 
From behind that door an old lady peered 
And I asked for Elisabeth 
She said oh dear don’t you know, been 20 years since her death You can find her down the path aways, Her head stone cross of white 
I hurried down the road and found an unbelievable site 
Grave Dancin, all the night through 
Grave Dancin, wishing I’m with you Grave Dancin, you are my dream girl 
Grave Dancin, your givin me a thrill 
On the cross I saw it there, My coat draped softly on it 
In the pocket left a note, My name was written on it 
Thank you for the dance last night, I felt that it was fate 
We met and shared, let’s do it again 20 years from this same date 
Grave Dancin, all the night through 
Grave Dancin, wishing I’m with youGrave Dancin, you are my dream girl
Grave Dancin, your givin me a thrill


BAD BOY BLUES
 
I've been a bad boy, baby
A bad boy all night long
I've been a bad boy, baby
All night long
That woman she don't love me
She didn't even telephone
I'm gonna leave my little honey
Like a rabbit leaves the hole
Oh, I'm gonna leave my little honey, baby
Like a rabbit leaves the hole
I got a weasel in my pocket babe
I'm gonna stick it down that hole
There's mice down in the pantry
There's birds up in the tree
I got a wild eyed wicked woman
And she's waiting there for me
I've been a bad boy, baby
A bad boy all night long
I've been a bad boy baby
All night long 
That woman, she don't love me
She didn't even telephone
 
  
STALKER
 
I got my eye on you baby
Yes, I'll be watchin' you
Every place that you go
Everything that you do
You shouldn't have broke us up baby
Shouldn't torn us apart
'Cause when you did that honey
You stabbed me right through the heart
Cause I'll be watchin' you
I'll be watchin' you
And I'll be watchin' him too
It started simple enough
You just talked on the phone 
But you had to meet him, didn't you?
You had to meet him alone
And I'll be watchin' you
I'll be watchin' you
And I'll be watchin' him too 
Yes, I'll will follow you baby, To the end of the earth
Won't touch a hair on your head, It's only him I will hurt
Yes I'll be watchin' you
I'll be watchin' you 
And I'll be watchin' him too


HEARTBURN
 
Well I don’t know why I feel so badIt’s the worst damn feelin’ that I ever hadMust have been something that I ate last night 
I thought that something didn’t taste quite right It’s givin meHeartburn
I was fellin’ better, thought I was curedThen I met this girl named Laverne
I fell so hard my stomach started to churn
Here it comes again I’ll never learnHeartburn
Well I don’t know why I feel so badWorst damn feelin’ that I ever hadShe took me for all I could earn
And that’s what’s giving me this heartburn babyHeartburn
Bringing me to my knees
Somebody cure me please
Burnin in my chest
I’ll never get no rest. 


 
PUSSY MANSION
 
Walked up to the gates of the Pussy Mansion
Wondering if there's anybody home
Play me a song that really means something
Make me wanna fly - into the sun
She comes to the gate, and she smiles at me
If you know your way around then you got the key
So come on in, and have a little sit
It's just the beginning of the end...
Pound it out
Pound it out like a good girl scout
Cranking up the band with the dieing graves
Breaking out the axe that the leather mazed
Hope it doesn't hurt much just in cas
A dieing man's wish for his future grave
 
Waves of sound washes over the shore
You find me smashed on your "Killing Floor"
Wondering when the music would end
I'm just a shout away from around the bend
Pound it out
Pound it out like a good girl scout
Wanna buy some cookies?

 

 

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