TRAGEDY ROCKS

The Crimea's first LP, currently available for purchase online only.

CD Tracklisting:
White Russian Galaxy
Baby Boom
The Miserabilist Tango
Bad Vibrations
Lottery Winner On Acid
Opposite Ends
Howling At The Moon Won't Make It Better
The Great Unknown
Bombay Sapphire Coma
Six Shoulders Six Stone
Out Of Africa


TR Front Cover

TR Rear Cover

TR Case Rear

TR CD

TR Signed Cover


TR Rear & Front

TR Lyrics 1

TR Lyrics 2

TR Lyrics 3

White Russian Galaxy

Straight out of high school
And into the jungle
Searching for Tarzan who might be dad
You kick like a mule
Short of an Oscar
Screaming blue murder at newly weds

Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows

You talk like a fish
In nonsensical bubbles
Then blow the word bitch through
your smoke ring
You cause only trouble
You bring only suffering
Just get in the spaceship
and stop bleeding

Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows

why do you never sing in church on Sundays
Why won't you ever go all the way You're floating towards heavenly hell
hanging from the rafters like a church bell
You're light years away from reality
Lonely and lost in a White Russian Galaxy

Who knows Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head


Baby Boom

We're just a bunch of buffalo
Getting slautered
We're all red indians
We love firewater

You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan, King of the jungle
I guess I was a little pre-historic, pumpkin
At your place this afternoon
I guess you just weren't interested in
getting drunk and trying to start a Baby Boom

We're just a bunch of buffalo
Getting slautered
We're all red indians
We love firewater

Tarzan, King of the jungle
I guess I was a little pre-historic, pumpkin
At your place this afternoon
I guess you just weren't interested in
getting drunk and trying to start a Baby Boom

No one said it's gonna be easy, darling
It won't get better
No one said it's gonna be fun
It won't get better


The Miserablist Tango

Girl with a smile
Says to guy on his knees
Have you lost your mind
Or were you just dropped as a child
Guy who's had enough
Says to girl who's had enough
Might as well give up
The future would look better from above

And if you just donít get it raise your hand
An evil voice is giving us commands

Me and Dusty dance The Miserablist Tango
To Chopsticks badly played
On an out of tune piano

Girl who's seen it all Says to guy who's seen it all
Are we naturally unkind
Or haven't you noticed that
Something's wrong with our lives
Guy who's had enough
says to girl who's had enough
Might as well give up
The future would look better from above

And if you just donít get it raise your hand
An evil voice is giving us commands

Me and Dusty danced
The Miserablist Tango
To Chopsticks badly played
On an out of tune piano


Bad Vibrations

All this talk about Adam and Eve
Doesn't cut the mustard with this little piggy
When people start going ballistic
It's just not cricket
All these words best left unsaid,
should have been said
Long time ago, no question
When people start firing missiles
That's not tactile

With all these germs about
Feel the hurt
Feel the pain
Feel the bad vibrations

All this stuff about war and peace
Doesn't make much sense to this old soldier
When people start loosing the handle
That's my angle
All these words that's left unsaid
Should have been said
Long time ago, no question
When people start firing missiles
That's not tactile

With all these germs about
Feel the hurt
Feel the pain
Feel the bad vibrations


Lottery Winners On Acid

If she gets a black eye
I want a black eye
If she gets a splinter
I want a splinter too
If she gets arrested
I want arrested
If she goes tripping
I go falling over

We walk through the streets
like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say, I was thinking anyway

If she likes Gordon's
I like Gordon's
If she likes the black stuff
I like the black stuff too
If she gets a disease
I want a disease
If she goes tripping
I go falling over

We walk through the streets
like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say, I was thinking anyway


Opposite Ends

Done something real bad this time
Practically signed my own death warrant
She was staring right at me
Burning my eyelashes
I was sweating like a virgin on death row
Just the two of us left in this rusty old tub
Neither overjoyed to be out of love
Takes one black cloud to spoil the bright day
I was the black cloud
She was the bright day

Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?

You and I and not the screaming animals
with yellow jealous eyes
And not the decoration of the battle last night
when we wake up in the morning
both at opposite ends

You look so good I want to see
hundreds and thousands of you
Crawling through the desert
like a crusade of half-dead blue bottles
Our brains leave their skulls
Walk the tightrope of our
rabbit in the headlight stares
Melting together like pink and white marshmallows
Yeah I was a fool and yes you were a fool
But who can name a penny
that has not been in the pocket of a fool

Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?

You and I and not the screaming
animals with yellow jealous eyes
And not the decoration of the battle last night
When we wake up in the morning
both at opposite ends


Howling At The Moon Won't Make It Better

Though we seldom get annoyed
That's our choice
On this bad ass earth
On a scale of one to ten
Let's pretend
Life's a six or seven

Could have sworn that i was right
Over and over

Tornadoes are nothing compared to the power
The glory, the chaos, the nightmare recurring
Howling at the moon won't make it better
Idiots, animals, klutzes, buffoons
Philistines, sodomites, everywhere, everywhere
Howling at the moon won't make it better

When i looked into her eyes
I was surprised
To see signs of life
I'm her liver, I'm her lung
I bring this message
Have some fun

Could have sworn that I was right
Over and over

Tornadoes are nothing compared to the power
The glory, the chaos, the nightmare recurring
Howling at the moon won't make it better
Idiots, animals, klutzes, buffoons
Philistines, sodomites, everywhere, everywhere
Howling at the moon won't make it better

Don't leave me in this world

Life becoming, fast becoming
Broken, choked, hideous, insipid
Howling at the moon wont make it better


The Great Unknown

Only when I know
You are impossible
More so than the arrival of a little fat Greek
With bow and arrow
Only then can this old dog get up and go
To where there's no tomorrow
Just the answer no
Just the answer no

Everything's so big, colossal
Everything's so big, big, big, colossal
Don't expect I'll reach thirty
If this is life on earth, hasta la vista

Still waiting to be collected from lost property
Forsaken and stripped of dignity
Attractive head seeks giulotine
Ready now to face the great unknown
Happens to the best of us I know

Everybody loves a crisis
Everybody loves, loves, loves a crisis
The meaning of the word
Is no joke
Left my suicide note
By the tv remote

Still waiting to be collected from lost property
Forsaken and stripped of dignity
Attractive head seeks giulotine
Ready now to face the great unknown
Happens to the best of us I know


Bombay Sapphire Coma

Wanted to go to the white fluffy
clouds in a Bombay Sapphire coma
Been several shades of broken
ever since I disowned her
Wanted to be with my woman in a sensimilia haze
Wanted to go to the white fluffy clouds
and start the happy days

I was just a has-been, gone there,
done that, got the t-shirt
She laughed when I told her
I was seriously hurt
She said, don't want your money, pain comes free
You hooked up with pain,
when you hooked up with me

Wanted to go to the white fluffy clouds
utopia granted my wish
But when I looked under the blankets
I saw the legs of a fish
Wanted to be with my woman in a sensimilia haze
Wanted to go to the white fluffy clouds
and start the happy days

I was just a has-been, gone there,
done that, got the t-shirt
She laughed when I told her I was seriously hurt
She said, don't want your money, pain comes free
You hooked up with pain,
when you hooked up with me


Six Shoulders Six Stone

For you my feather
The war is over
Six shoulders divide your six stone
Jesus Christ the coward
Only lasted 40 days,
My baby went all the way

Everything's funny when
the reaper is lost in your neighbourhood
Now your cortege awaits outside the gates

You're going to hell's kitchen
I'll see you in a couple of hours' time
It's a perfect day to kiss the earth goodbye
You are the perfect reason why
I won't be far behind
I'm under the next train out of here
It's a perfect day to kiss the earth goodbye
You are the perfect reason why

In the last few days you were
full of the joys of emptiness
You build a desert in your kitchen
Jesus Christ the coward
Only lasted 40 days
My baby went all the way

Everything's funny when
the reaper is lost in your neighbourhood
Now your cortege awaits outside the gates

You're going to hell's kitchen
I'll see you in a couple of hours' time
It's a perfect day to kiss the earth goodbye
You are the perfect reason why
I won't be far behind
I'm under the next train out of here
It's a perfect day to kiss the earth goodbye
You are the perfect reason why

Are you happy now?
Six shoulders, six stone


Out Of Africa

I struggle to think of a beastier beast
than the beast I became
Gone to the pub in pyjamas and slippers again
Driven only by the Herculean desire
To fill my body with anything
that helps me forget it's a body in the first place
Gone to the pub in pyjamas and slippers again

Humankind, never stood a chance
Too scared to leave the house
Far from the madding crowd
Gonna be a fatcamp hero now
So began, the chronicles of man
This weak distorted thing
Evil and all that jazz
Came out of Africa

Follow the Yellow Brick Road wherever
the damn thing goes
Winter just hangs around,
like a smoker's cough of sixty years
Stumbling through a no-frills life with a chip
on my shoulder the size of an iceberg
Winter just hangs around like a smoker's
cough of sixty years

Human Kind, never stood a chance
Too scared to leave the house
Far from the madding crowd
Gonna be a fatcamp hero now
So began, the chronicles of man
This weak distorted thing
Evil and all that jazz
Came out of Africa

Does winter just hang around
Like a smoker's cough of sixty years
We go where the bad people go
Gonna be a fatcamp hero now
So began, the chronicles of man
This weak distorted thing
Evil and all that jazz
Came out of Africa


All lyrics (P) & © 2004 Klutz Inc.

Lyrics as they appear in the Tragedy Rocks album cover.