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We were in Belleville, New Jersey recording the first "Brookline Falls" demo album with Kevin Lacatena in his private studio apartment "Homebrew Studios." After having spent a month in the box, my general sentiment for the takes wasn't matching up to the sounds I heard in my head.

As musicians, the critical eye you use to approach the process of "mastering" poses a challenge to maintaining the integrity of the songs whence conceived from their origin.

It was here during the last week in the studio, on a wanton trip of composing and arranging, that I stumbled upon a few chords and a lyric line that not only spoke for itself but also for the state of mind I was approaching and the callousness of life we were discovering in our age:

"Don't you laugh at me motherfucker, I'd like to see you trip and fall."

Somewhere along those lines a mutiny occurred within me. From this frame of mind emerged the escape necessary to cultivate the child of my creation.

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The Last Straw

Music and Lyrics by Ray Macias

Don't you laugh at me motherfucker, I'd like to see you trip and fall

You can't imagine what I been through lately, this is the final straw;

When the whole world's a circus and you find yourself the clown,

you gotta pick youself back up because look now, the tent is falling down on you.

You're crawling under my skin, my body's aching

Everything will not be a-ok.

I'm so tired of pretending that my life aint nothing but a sudden change.

I had a throne of golden lore until my crown was snatched away,

they took my pride, burned my city alive, and then they laughed like fools in the pouring rain.

Everyone is crying: some for peace and some for war.

Everybody's right here, there's no time for anyone to be wrong.

Stop shouting you say, I can't help it. My mind is far too disengaged.

With cocaine and caffeine, now my blood runs pure with the chemical rage.

The fire that once burned inside has turned to ashes in the wind.

If life is love then love aint nothing but illusions staring at you. Aint starin at no one but you.

(All you gotta do is stare back too.)

(How the West Was Won)

Watch out here I come I'm armed with whiskey on my breath.

A mind of peace aint peace of mind, so this is what I said on that long, lonely night.

With Jack and Jim and stud all night, five card the only way.

I made my move, I never lose, then lost it all again, on that long lonely night.

Everyone is crying: some for peace and some for war.

Everone is right here, there's no time for anyone to be wrong.

I kicked my chair and lost my cool, How dare you steal my game!

There ain't nothin left for me to do, for this now you will pay.

(On that long, lonely night).