champagne and coffee stains

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This album was mostly recorded in Jimmy James Cutrera’s RV In Carrollton, TX. Some miscellaneous tracks were recorded at antFarm Studios.

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released January 1, 2019

All songs written, mixed, performed and produced by Jimmy James C except where otherwise noted *

Mastered by Anthony Defabritus @ antFarm studios

*drums performed by Alex Letizia on ‘it doesn’t mean that much’
*keys recorded and performed by Anthony Defabritus on ‘I hope it pays off’

Album artwork by Christopher Fahey

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Little Big Toe Middletown Township, New Jersey

Led by Jimmy James Cutrera who has been playing some music in some form for a while. LBT likes to incorporate all their influences (which include Radiohead, Andrew Bird, Frank Zappa, King Crimson, the Flaming Lips, Soundgarden, Tool, Silverchair, Jim Croce, Cat Stevens, Nick Drake, and Mahavishnu Orchestra) in their sound while trying not to be too much of a jerk about it. Thanks for listening. ... more

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Track Name: it doesn't mean that much
It doesn’t mean that much if you don’t back it up
Tolerance goes just as far as the word is the bond
And if it’s broke

You will tear your brother to shreds
You will waste all of the broken bread

It doesn’t make you tough when it’s five on one
Moderates don’t go too far in these social cults
It doesn’t save your soul to be bathed in blood
Viridescent lit assault met with vermillion halts

If you throw the rock

It will tear your sister to shreds
You will waste all of the trust that’s left
Track Name: it's not a good look
The meaning that you give to every thought and action
The blister that you’ve earned deserves the higher fraction
The embryo you wrote into the new proposal
The excrement and hazmat has been disposed of

The weighted suit is torn off after hard days of work
Champagne glasses synchronize as we all take a sip
As you’re biting your lip, and it’s not a good look

The cleaning of a light will make all things see through
The scented hook you bite will kink the line and bleed you
The gravity defied will tear the mucous membrane
Good afternoon, good morning and good night Truman

The weighted suit is torn off after hard days of work
Champagne glasses synchronize as we all take a sip
As you’re biting your lip, and it’s not a good look
Track Name: cage match
It’s nature versus nurture in a cage match
And the ticket of purchase cannot reimburse
So I’m placing my bets on the dark horse
Got a loan from a shark, and now he’s taking his cut

It’s sister vs brother in a sandbox
Sibling rivalry culture, fight to get what they want
Bargain basement economy is unjust
The percentage is lopsided from the center

Always taking your name in vain
While wiper blades in the rain rhythmically make refrains when the stop light’s red
That slice of the apple pie, well shouldn’t it make you cry
Or shouldn’t it make you fight until the nail and the tooth are filed

Now I’m taking my cue from the caveman
The parietal drawing couldn’t paint the picture
The motorcade on the sidewalk was a decoy
The department of justice in a helicopter

The imperfection in the sculpture was factored in the appraisal, invaluable
The hieroglyphic language wasn’t certain
The papyrus was thicker than a piece of paper

Always keeping you on the brain because distant hearts will ache
Empirically driven date is omniscient
The curvature in your spine is leaning off to the right
Is it matter or is it mind? Just like a ridge in a steak knife

The furniture in the aisle in your present domicile
One man’s treasure up in a pile next to a junkyard canine

It’s nurture vs nature in a rematch
Now I’m doubling down on the favorite scratch
The anticipation of the climax
With bleeding gums ended up blue and black

Normal complications of procedure
Under strict direction of the supervisor
The spherical influential Kool-aid
Drinking it straight from a man who’s self-made

Always keeping you in my heart
When motor skills wouldn’t start
Robotically driven energy is omnipotent

Couldn’t make things right, but at least you could say you tried
You’re always burning up your desire in a widespread pipeline fire
Track Name: we aren't. what are minds?
Faking statue stances
Akimbo hands near pockets
And who plays the part of the
Foolish servant walking into kitchens steeping tea time’s a way to pass the seconds

Sand falls from hourglasses as it rebels And waits for no one

After all we aren’t what our minds are
They’re only drunken voices and we’re the rickshaw
Rusted wheels are based on lack of upkeep
Toss them in a salvage yard with no plans of return

Ambulance’s sirens
Sound like babies crying
And who plays the part of progenitors
Descending, shoot and split the seedling

Pack your belongings as you head home



After all we aren’t what our minds are
They’re only drunken voices and we’re the rickshaw
Rusted wheels are based on lack of upkeep
Toss them in a salvage yard with no plans of return


There’s always a paramount for everything
And someone always speaks too soon
There’s always a yang for every yin
And always a sun for every moon


After all we aren’t what our minds are
They’re only drunken voices and we’re the rickshaw
Rusted wheels are based on lack of upkeep
Toss them in a salvage yard with no plans of return
Track Name: arms race
The arms of a broken toy
Hang like the neck of a dragon
Fly with a wingspan opened wide

The charm of a token boy
Scouting potential prospects
Brick by brick by bricks into gold mines

What’s wrong you seem bored?
Lip syncing the words
18,000 doors
All becoming a blur

The mind is a delicate space
If you’re in a desperate place
Rabbit holes 10 miles long
Til the Pipeline bursts

The threat of an angry swarm
Cannot deter the persistent
A little of a lot
A fraction of percentage
Goes From average to greatness

What’s wrong you seem bored?
Lip syncing the words
18,000 doors
All becoming a blur

The mind is a delicate space
If you’re in a desperate place
Rabbit holes 10 miles long
Til the Pipeline bursts
Track Name: the long game
Paydirt, just a fleeting a glimpse
Engagement rings for ideologies
Rewind the tape with pretzel twists
Counterclockwise, saltless and dismissed

Angels with sneaky grins,
convincing with a prime coat on the beam
Raincoats on closet hooks
I think I’ll take my chances with the mist

By now, you’ve caved
Dug deep
Rhinestones, jet planes and early graves

A sliding scale, your target shifted and the light’s went dim
The handicap you’re playing with is hampering your game
Your happiness depends on sequences and moves you make
Inverted tails, your confidence has slipped into the shade

By now, you’ll break routines with ice cream, champagne and birthday cakes

Orchids, caramels and peanut butter jelly sandwiches
Swing sets and carousels, candy apple stomach somersaults
Skin cells dried on corner lash, crawling through a drawn out minute hand
Awakening fickle friends, out of body crossing lines of sand

By now, you’ve caved
Dug deep
Rhinestones, jet planes and early graves

A sliding scale, your target shifted and the light’s went dim
The handicap you’re playing with is hampering your game
Your happiness depends on sequences and moves you make
Inverted tails, your confidence has slipped into the shade

By now, you’re saved
Dug deep
Had to wait out the long game
Track Name: is rusty still in the navy?
I had a dream where I was naked
And you were wearing pantyhose
With a pencil and eraser, you modified Pinocchio’s wooden nose

I had a dream where I was jealous
But it was just in vanity
For every fear that I’ve embellished
Is a wasted opportunity

The disappearing contour
Of the shadow you couldn’t see
It doesn’t hold a candle
To the previous fire lit in your belly

Is Rusty Still in the navy?
I didn’t want him to get deployed
And I think they just had a baby
I didn’t find out the gender, was it a girl or a boy?

In that dream where we played dress up
In camouflage fatigues
I just hope I didn’t mess up your exclusive invite-only tea party

I had a dream up in a manger
But it was just a false alarm
I didn’t know you were an angel
With the olive branch extended from my right arm

Now I dream of motivation
Spur of moment in my heel
Perfect practice or perfection
When motivation is less than ideal

I had a dream I was a nightmare to all the people that I love
Well I guess I better wake up and get my act together once and for all
Track Name: s & m
The Budhha says you must suffer
And to be reborn is to die
The meaning you must decipher
The oath is sworn in a fight or flight

The sadist in me is torn
The masochist in you is bored
And she’ll grow apart and get a fresh start
To repeat the same trend with the same end

The initial dopamine spike
Hormones hijack the mind
Seemed like so much fun at the time
With pheromones multiplied

The sadist in you is worn
The masochist in me is bored
And he’ll grow apart and get a fresh start
To repeat the same trend with the same end

It just takes 2 to tango
But A polygon (must) have at least 3
Unruly crowd causes a hazard
With just 1 above occupancy

That’s why we play by rules
And indoctrinate schools for reasons that are unknown
Trying to break molds
Carved out in the home

The sadist in you is born
The masochist in me is lured
and I hope they grow apart because it isn’t smart
To repeat it, (always) the same trend destined to end
Track Name: i hope it pays off
A box of hidden treasures on the steep hill
With dandelions there to break the fall
Wash the pellets down with Lukewarm nectar
Lunch break ends as the alarm bells sound

I hope the work pay’s off

Sour grapes stomped into a green whine (poured in a)
Cigarette ash tray on the porch
Homemade sake would’ve tasted better (but it was)
Out of stock on San Francisco shelves

I hope an audible’s called

Taste buds learn to gauge the sweetness
Sugar spikes the insulin
As It was written on the sign post
(Do not enter without cause)

You walk, I’ll crawl

Watch out the gloves came off
The cloaks and daggers drawn
On paper, dust the saw
Unwritten laws, substantiate The cause

Imaginary monsters in the hall
The marker on the wall shows 5 feet tall
Brother, sister, cousin, dad and Mom
Blood’s only thick if water’s deemed as pure

When I walk, you run
It changed the setting, son
Track Name: know better
I know better than you
You know better than me
Dreams know better than us
Filtered through an overstuffed gut

Fully belly slowed down the flow
Sweet tooth couldn’t taste the rainbow
Blood cell block neurally taxed
The brain and the mouth couldn’t find the context

Pinch the arm, intrinsic charm
aces on third base
Stealing home with bright clean clothes
No need for a chase

On and off, fill the trough
Sweepstakes give away
With open palms, cries to mom
Earn your keep, or play

But he couldn’t find the combo to the safe

I know better, then why?
Bc you know better than my
Mind simmers factual stew
why can’t I reason with you?

Grape jelly soaked up the crust
Love sometimes starts off with lust
Mind melded Brittanica
the leaves in the bowl, locution combusts

Off and on, songs for swans
Written to the score
Blazing sun came and gone
brazen and demure

Skew the curve, Papers served, dockets for the case
Gave life advice on cheating death right in Satan’s face

But he couldn’t find a treasure with a map
And he couldn’t find a friendship still intact
He couldn’t fight the feeling for this fact
Track Name: no mouths are fed
Demetrius’ phone is ringing
The tractor’s full of diesel fuel
It’s harvest season

The sea salt on the corn is dripping
Land of lakes and beating sun
and family fun
BYOB ceremony
Your piece of paper’s in the mail
for your phantom hegemony

Don’t say I didn’t warn you
Cannot combat stubborn heads
Left your towel in the sauna
Where your glasses fogged up

Two steps ahead
uneven feet
A two step retreat
No mouths are fed

A petri dish aroma stinging
Sweating onions through the pore
Reserved seating

The measles and the mumps are feeding
green horn kindergarten prey
Recess dwelling

Don’t say That it was an ambush
Like Stonewall Jackson at Bull Run
With friends like that who needs opponents
They will always eat their own

30 foot gain
chains move ahead
With Repeat refrain
No mouths are fed
Track Name: copy of a copy
A copy of a copy of a copy of a ghost
One into another parrot talk
When I was a puppeteer my hands would become numb
Carpal tunnel vision glass is smudged
A copy of a copy of a clone

When I heard the echo the corner of the wall
Reverberating buzzing idioms
The test I didn’t study for is finally coming up
Never be valedictorian
Copied off the pantomath up front

Jam the paper feeder
Notarize the form
Messages that weren’t Rogered

A copy of a copy of a copy of a bum
Something of a class comedian
Then he was an adolescent young bohemian
Unprecedented and usual
A copy of a copy of a son

Sourdough like pretzels , entertain the thought
I don’t care which way you slice it

A copy of a copy of a copy of a Rogue
Betting on the outcome of the war
Imaginary figures glued with sticks from Popsicles
Meticulous - and Identical
Coffee on the copy of the form

Monkeys in a barrel
Washing hands with mud
Who will check how pure the wine is?
Track Name: old lessons are just as good as new ones
There’s a time you should devour and a time to entertain
The ancient mystics say that the best that you can hope for is to put off your dying day
So I’ve made Shanthi

The more that you’re confronted, the more you gain control
The ancient mystic said to pick the roller coaster seat up front and grab a hold
Assume the role

When was the last time you ignored the strong feeling in your gut?
The ancient mystic asked, “every challenge you endured, Did it help or hurt your cause?
Lesson learned don’t give up

And I need to play
Work my life away
In the hopes that some day
I’ll complete this phrase

When was the last time you cried?
Be honest with yourself
The callous on your mouth is a surefire detriment, and imprudent to your health
What’s a friend that doesn’t need?

When was the last time you died?
It’s been 2 years maybe 3
Is it valid if you’re south of the Mason Dixon line by just a couple feet
You can always call me

When was the last time that you took
Ownership of your mistake
the pot that called the kettle black blew the whistle in your face
What a slap in the knee

When was the last time that you misplaced your distorted memory
The fact that you cannot recall is conveniently extreme
What a slap in the face

And I need to sing
My heart is so big
On Independence Day justice was aimed
Was it okay?

And I need to play
Work my life away
In the hopes that some day
I’ll complete this phase

And I need your crown
lift me up when I’m down
and I hope that you have found pleasantries all around

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