Squaring the Circle

by Blue Food

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    releases October 25, 2019

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1.
Fake the Funk
2.
04:29
3.
Salt
4.
Finn
5.
Dim

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releases October 25, 2019

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Mike Carolan - Trumpet
Angel Eduardo - Vocals
Michael Gennari - Saxophone
Wilhelmus Sapanaro - Bass
Tom Tedesco, Jr. - Drums
Miles Ungar - Guitar
Christopher Winn - Trombone

℗© 2019 Blue Food

Music performed and produced by Blue Food
All Songs © 2019 Where’s the Blue Food? Music [ASCAP]
Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.


Track 1 & 4 written by O. Alvarez, M. Carolan, A. Eduardo,
M. Gennari, W. Sapanaro, M. Ungar, & C. Winn
Tracks 2 & 3 written by O. Alvarez, M. Carolan, A. Eduardo,
J. Gorin, W. Sapanaro, M. Ungar, & C. Winn
Track 5 written by M. Carolan, A. Eduardo, M. Gennari,
W. Sapanaro, T. Tedesco, Jr., M. Ungar, & C. Winn

Recorded between 1/4 -1/19/2015 at Tedesco Studios, Paramus, NJ
Engineered by Tom Tedesco, Sr.
Mixed by Rick Warren
Mastered by Justin Weis, trakworx.com

Executive Producer & Legal Consultant: Paul B. Ungar, Esq.
Album Artwork by Angel Eduardo

In Loving Memory:

Jack Carolan
&
Mike the Welder
And
Karyn Aleta Prestridge Ungar,
our biggest cheerleader.
For all the love and support over the years,
thank you.

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Blue Food is funk for the 21st century. A 7-piece prog/funk/rock outfit, creating eclectic, powerful music fusing elements of funk, rock, metal, jazz, and everything in between.

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Track Name: Sarchasm
Mr. Optimistic, meet the disgusted, humorless indignant.

When what you say means nothing at all to the mob
You feel your skin thicken in disillusionment
But when you taste that polemic on the tip of your tongue
And it feels like battery acid’s burning through your tone
You’d better mind the gap!

One mistake, you feel a shake
And the whole world just lost another one
Your meaning’s swallowed in the quake and the chasm yawns

Just when you thought you couldn’t tread lighter
You feel the floor break up from under
An arid isle of contention is what’s become of your common ground
Just when you thought it was safe to venture out
You feel the valley open wider
But when you taste that polemic on the tip of your tongue
And it feels like battery acid’s burning through your tone
You’d better mind the gap

One mistake, you feel a shake
And the whole world just lost another one
Your meaning’s swallowed in the quake and the chasm yawns

My, my, my,
What frontier could we ever hope to find when we thrive in the fault line of fault
And the chasm yawns?

When what you say means nothing at all to the mob
You feel your skin thicken in disillusionment
But when you taste that polemic on the tip of your tongue
And it feels like battery acid’s burning through your tone
You’d better mind the gap