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released August 14, 2007

Project Jenny, Project Jan is Sammy Rubin and Jeremy Haines
All songs written by Project Jenny, Project Jan
Produced by Sammy Rubin
Mixed by Rod Sherwood
Mastered by Joe Lambert at Trutone
Photo by Sasha Nialla
Artwork and layout by Jeremy Haines
Contact info: info@projectjennyprojectjan.com
www.projectjennyprojectjan.com
Copyright 2007 Mouthful Music

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Track Name: Dia De Los Ninos
Dia De Los Ninos by Project Jenny, Project Jan

Soy contento, soy vivo
No soy muertos, no tengo ninos
Ninos esta bueno, pero ninos no tienes dinero
Nosotros los ninos, nosotros del mundo!

Los ninos bilamos, y la musica es muy pesado
Todos gringos (stomp their feet) en del mundo
Fiesta para los ninos muertos y los ninos aun no muertos
Nosotros no muertos (so) bailamos!

Soy contento, soy vivo
No soy muertos, no tengo ninos
Nosotros los ninos, nosotros del mundo!

Los ninos bilamos, y la musica es muy pesado
Todos gringos (stomp their feet) en del mundo
Fiesta para los ninos muertos y los ninos aun no muertos
Nosotros no muertos (so) bailamos!

Bailamos! Bailamos! Bailamos! Bailamos!
Track Name: 320
320

It started getting bad, lost the only friend I had
I got a letter from the Post Office today.
I started speaking secret code, I’m the only one who knows
How to make all of this madness go away.
I’m getting so distracted I don’t know how to act
I am talking to myself most every day
I’m the only one who’s right and all the other people are crazy
They all try to tell me what to say
But I don’t need their mind-control, they stick their face inside my soul
With a camera and a microphone, recording all my dreams
My patience grows so tired when they tell me my phone’s wired
All of my computer files are obscene.
They’ve stolen my identity, they’ve made an extra apartment key
They come and go so easily
I can’t take it anymore, I deadbolt the door
But still they’re looking at my files down in Washington D.C.

Why are you so paranoid?
You’re fragile mind has been destroyed
One day they’ll come and take you far away
Why are you so paranoid?
You end up in the tabloids
And no one believes a word you say.

Boiu pdc fstxfg dcnku ohn but you can’t understand a word they said
My shaking hands they cannot see what is right in front of me
And I know this won’t stop until I am dead.
I can’t take it, I feel like I am naked
Standing all alone in front of you.
The constant survaillence is giving me the blues
Outside all the helicopters disapprove.
Security cameras watching every move
So I never go out because I’ll always lose!
All I ever wanted was a little peace and quiet but they got me on a diet
When they poison all my food.
They got me on file from my first day of school
They are coming to get me because I am breaking all the rules
I try to act casual, I try to act cool
But I think I am being followed and I don’t know what to do.

Why am I so paranoid?
My fragile mind has been destroyed
One day they’ll come and take me far away!
Oh, Why am I so paranoid?
I end up in the tabloids
And no one believes a word I say.
Track Name: Train Track
Train Track
By Project Jenny, Project Jan

OK, lets go.
See the people lined up all in a row
They’ve got more than 15 places to go
Maybe to the movies or maybe to a show
You never talk to them, so you’ll never know

Stare at the train track you think back
Back to the time when you rode black.
These days are gone, won’t happen again,
You want to go uptown and meet your friend.
27 years been riding this rail, never once considered what this would entail
Never been to prison, but this is like jail; take a deep breath… exhale.
Waitin’ for the train, every night and day
Think about the one, the one that got away
Read the paper, erase the scene, think about what you might have been.
Close your eyes
Lean back
Rest your head
On the train track.

OK, lets go.
See the people lined up all in a row
They’ve got more than 15 places to go
Maybe to the movies or maybe to a show
You never talk to them, so you’ll never know
What will it take to get me out of here
What can I say to make myself clear?
Be a little better than it first appeared
Before the walls come crumbling down.

Deep beneath the street, just as fast as lightning
The people that you meet, they appear so frightened
In a seat across from me, don’t make eye contact
Its better to believe in rats.
Think in your mind what it means to roll
Sometimes you go fast, sometimes you roll slow
But you can’t see out the window,
You’re moving too fast with nowhere to go.
So take a day off, try to grasp the situation
Take a deep breath, take a short vacation
Stand on the platform, too close to aggravation
I feel like I spent my whole life in this station.
Close your eyes, lean back; rest your head on the train track.

OK, lets go.
See the people lined up all in a row
They’ve got more than 15 places to go
Maybe to the movies or maybe to a show
You never talk to them, so you’ll never know
What will it take to get me out of here
What can I say to make myself clear?
Be a little better than it first appeared
Before the walls come crumbling down.
Track Name: Brooklyn
Brooklyn
By Project Jenny, Project Jan

Chorus:
Its always sunny in Brooklyn
Without a cloud in the sky.
Yes, it’s always so sunny in Brooklyn
All the streets are clean and dry.
Its snowing up in Queens
Its foggy in Manhattan
Its raining in The Bronx
And its sleeting down in Staten
But its always so sunny in Brooklyn
Without a cloud in the sky.

I hatched a plan to move someplace sunny,
Not like the cloudy places before.
I went to the bank and I took out my money
I packed up my bags and walked out of the door.
I walked around the globe with my suitcase in my hand
Looking for a sunny place to work on my tan
And I found that place without hardly lookin’
On the sunny streets of Brooklyn.

Chorus

Well, I met you down at the Fulton Mall
At that cell phone shop.
We exchanged numbers said, “Give me a call.”
That’s when my heart did drop (oh yeah!)
We fell in love almost right away
And after that day, man it never rained and
We just kept on cookin’
On the sunny streets of Brooklyn!

Chorus