Will Vallar

by Will Vallar

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This album is a collection of songs recorded by Will Vallar between 2010-2016.

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released January 25, 2017

All songs written by Will Vallar except the following:

'Jail' written by Will Vallar, Joe O'Connell, Tom Guinan, and Tim Guinan

'Skulls' written by Glenn Danzig

'Chain Saw' written by Dee Dee Ramone, Joey Ramone, Johnny Ramone, and Tommy Ramone

'I've Killed Them All' written by Will Vallar, Joe O'Connell, Tom Guinan, and Tim Guinan

Will Vallar - Vocals, Acoustic Guitars, Bass, Cajon, and Cymbals

Dave Whitehead - Lead and Rhythm Acoustic Guitar on 'Catholic School Blues' and 'I've Killed Them All'

Joe O'Connell - Acoustic Guitar and Tambourine on 'Porn Star'

Sean Ryan - Backing Vocals on 'I Want My MTV' and Backing Vocals and Harmonica 'Catholic School Blues'

All songs recorded at Soundworks Recording Studio in Astoria, NY and White Oak Recording Studio in New Rochelle, NY

Engineered by Kamilo Kratc and Will Vallar

Produced by Will Vallar and Kamilo Kratc

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Will Vallar New Rochelle, New York

Will Vallar is a New York based singer/songwriter whose music combines the influences of punk, rock, country, and folk music. Part real-life experience and part fiction, Will’s lyrics are often humorous and sometimes haunting, but always tell an interesting narrative. Song topics include MTV, serial killers, internet dating, porn stars, Catholic school, jail, and Dexter. ... more

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Track Name: I Want My MTV
I Want My MTV

August first nineteen eighty one
Man landed on the moon at 12:01
Ladies and Gentlemen, rock ‘n’ roll
The eighties were gonna be radical
Video Killed the Radio Star
First video, next came Pat Benatar
Videos played twenty-four-seven
On MTV, music television

I want my MTV, I want it back to the way it used to be
I want my MTV, I want it back to the way it used to be

In the beginning there were five VJs
And music videos was all they played
Prince, Van Halen, and Huey Lewis
Journey live from Houston, Texas
Run DMC joined by Aerosmith
For the first time ever, no makeup KISS
The 80s stars sang, “We Are the World”
On Saturday night was Headbangers Ball

I want my MTV, I want it back to the way it used to be
Bruce, MJ, and Cyndi Lauper
No videos made by Metallica
I want my MTV, like it was before Carson Daly
Before The Real World launched reality TV
And anyone had heard of Puff Daddy

I sit on the couch with my remote control
Scouring the channels for rock ‘n roll
I wish I could go back to ‘83
And watch music videos on MTV

I wonder where the world would be
If there never was a channel called MTV
Without music playing on television
“Thriller” wouldn’t have sold over twenty million
Rap music would have stayed inner city
Glam bands wouldn’t have all looked so pretty
You may have never heard of Madonna
Or seen the birth of grunge with Nirvana

I want my MTV, I want it back to the way it used to be
New wave, heavy metal, rap, hard rock
I wouldn’t even mind a little pop
I want my MTV, like it was before Laguna Beach
Before The Situation on Jersey Shore
When MTV became a total bore
Track Name: Psycho
Psycho

There once was a man named Ed
Who would not take a woman to bed
When he wanted to diddle
He would cut out the middle
And hang the rest in a shed

He rubbed some in town the wrong way
The ones who were smart stayed away
The evidence revealed
That the skin he did peel
Off the corpse before it decayed

A psycho lived up the road
That many of us did know
But we couldn't believe
That odd Ed Gein
Was behind this ghastly scene

A psycho lived up the road
But how could we not know
I guess we never imagined
That this could happen
In small town Plainfield, Wisconsin

He robbed the graves of the dead
And kept a collection of heads
When his crimes were discovered
It came back to his mother
She had messed with his head

The townsfolk all were aghast
At the proof revealing Ed's past
When folks disappeared
No one ever feared
He'd wear their face as a mask

A psycho lived up the road
That many of us did know
But we couldn't believe
That odd Ed Gein
Was behind this ghastly scene

A psycho lived up the road
But how could we not know
I guess we never imagined
That this could happen
In small town Plainfield, Wisconsin

There once was a man named Ed
Who liked to play with the dead
Now we suffer from shock
And keep our doors locked
For fear that we could be next

A psycho lived up the road
That many of us did know
A psycho lived up the road
But how could we not know
A psycho lived up the road
That many of us did know
A psycho lived up the road
But how could we not know
Track Name: Catholic School Blues
Catholic School Blues

Alarm goes off at 6 am
I hit the snooze until Mom busts in
Had a late night playing at CBGB
I start my day by getting dressed
Gotta wear a shirt, tie, and jacket
But they can’t take my Doc Martens boots

I can’t take another day at Catholic School
I’m tired of dealing with their stupid rules
This monkey suit makes me feel like a fool

I head out the door to catch the bus
The only part of my day that doesn’t suck
Is blastin’ my walkman to Metallica
There’s a girl on the bus who’s a total punk
First time I saw her I was so in love
But dressed like this I can’t go talk to her

I can’t take another day at Catholic School
I’m tired of dealing with their stupid rules
This monkey suit makes me feel like a fool

Latin class with Mr. Moore
I can’t stay awake ‘cause I’m so bored
Geometry with Mr. Bone
What I’d give to be at home
Global Studies with Ms. Fox
This class ain’t bad, Ms. Fox is hot
Chaos ensues to end my day
Computer class with Mr. Grey

Fix your tie, tuck in your shirt
Cut your hair, you look like dirt
Listen to me when I am talking to you
Did you complete all your homework
You’ll never graduate you stupid jerk
This is what I hear all day at school

I can’t take another day at Catholic School
I’m tired of dealing with their stupid rules
This monkey suit makes me feel like a fool
I can’t take another day at Catholic School
I’m tired of dealing with their stupid rules
Catholic School is giving me the blues
Track Name: What I Really Am
What I Really Am

I hide in plain sight, blend in with the crowd
And for this reason, I’ll never be found
A loving, caring, father of three
Still the monster exists inside of me
Living this facade is part of my fun
The ultimate camouflage for what I’ve become
Always well-liked by family and friends
Only the truth will reveal what I really am

What I really am
What I really am
No one can know
What I really am

My brilliant disguise took years to refine
It had to be perfect to hide all the signs
I blend in like a fish in the sea
So no one can see the real me
The ones I keep close have no idea
That I am really someone they should all fear
They’d never be able to understand
So I need to conceal what I really am

What I really am
What I really am
No one can know
What I really am

The character I portray in my public life
Keeps the authorities at bay and mystified
I’m an actor performing on an open stage
Improvising the acts in my endless play
I’ve come this far and I won’t ever stop
Pretending to be something I’m not
I willing to do whatever I can
To keep the secret of what I really am

What I really am
What I really am
No one can know
What I really am
Track Name: Jail
Jail

I miss the grime, I miss the filth; I miss the fear of being killed
I miss the screams I’d hear at night; the insanely brutal fights
The drugs I took to get high; I even miss my prison wife
These aren’t just some made up tales; it’s what life was like in jail

It has been about a year since I was paroled from there
My time away has led me to a state of normalcy
But I need danger and some thrills or I’ll never be fulfilled
For most it is their biggest fear, but I want to go back to jail

Scams, schemes, cons, and broken dreams
Choose a side and join a team
If you don't you'll end up used
Broken, beaten, and abused
For many years I called it home
The only one I’ve ever known
Jail
Jail

I have used all my free time to plan my next mortal crime
This will be my greatest feat; one I won't get to repeat
No longer will I feel denied once I get back inside
I won’t be gettin’ out on bail; my sentence will be life in jail

Scams, schemes, cons, and broken dreams
Choose a side and join a team
If you don't you'll end up used
Broken, beaten, and abused
For many years I called it home
The only one I’ve ever known
Jail
Jail
Jail
Jail
Track Name: The Night He Came Home
The Night He Came Home

The night he came home my innocence was lost
I will never forget all the pain that he caused
His expressionless face still horrifies
But not as much as the evil living behind his eyes

The night he came home
The night he came home

The night he came home I screamed in fright
As he slashed at me with a kitchen knife
The nightmare I lived was all too real
And it was me who triggered his desire to kill

The night he came home
The night he came home

The night he came home I found a way to escape
Despite his desire to seal my fate
When the terror was over all I wanted to know
Why on this night did he come home?

The night he came home
The night he came home

I know now I’ll never truly be safe
He will return and hunt me again
He won’t stop until his task is complete
Only a matter of time until he gets me

The night he came home haunts me each day
I try so hard to forget, but the memory remains
I know I’m a victim, still I feel I’m to blame
Since the night he came home, I’ve never been the same

The night he came home
The night he came home
The night he came home
The night he came home
Track Name: Porn Star
Porn Star

I wanna be a porn star
It'll be great
I'll get to sleep with girls
I won't have to date
I wanna be a porn star
Just wait and see
I'll be even bigger
Than Ron Jeremy

I think I'll use a stage name
But what will I choose?
Maybe I'll pick one
That'll refer to my tool
Decided on one
With a superhero tone
Starring The Nightman
Will make women moan

I wanna be a porn star
My name up in lights
Night of the man
Man of the night
I wanna be a porn star
And make women scream
You’ll hear them for miles
When I take take off my jeans

I went on an audition
And appeared in a scene
My moment to shine
On the big screen
My character wore
A mask and a cape
And nothing at all
Below the waist

I want DVDs, magazines
And a real-life doll
All the merch I'll need
To become a porn star

I wanna be a porn star
And get filthy rich
Imagine the life
That I'll live
I wanna be a porn star
To impress the girls
Shower them with necklaces
Made of my pearls

I want a website, t-shirts
And calendars
Everything I'll need
To become a porn star

I wanna be a porn star
I wanna be a porn star
I wanna be a porn star
Track Name: Punk Rock Queen
Punk Rock Queen

She was the prettiest girl I ever met
With dyed pink hair and ripped fishnets
Her combat boots were laced up tight
Her Sex Pistols shirt was torn just right
She wore a leather jacket like the Ramones
And could never be found without her headphones
A walking billboard for anarchy
She was a punk rock girl named Bethany

I fell in love with a punk rock girl
She didn’t wear a dress or her hair in curls
She was like no girl I’d ever seen
A drop dead gorgeous punk rock queen

Our love affair; it didn’t last long
About the length of a punk rock song
Nancy & Sid, Courtney & Kurt
Punk love affairs; they never work

I fell in love with a punk rock girl
She didn’t wear a dress or her hair in curls
She was like no girl I’d ever seen
A drop dead gorgeous punk rock queen

Many years later walking down the block
I saw her again and my heart stopped
I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone
My punk rock queen’s a suburban mom

I fell in love with a punk rock girl
She didn’t wear a dress or her hair in curls
She was like no girl I’d ever seen
A drop dead gorgeous punk rock queen

Punk rock queen, punk rock queen
A drop dead gorgeous punk rock queen
Punk rock queen, punk rock queen
A drop dead gorgeous punk rock queen
Punk rock queen, punk rock queen
A drop dead gorgeous punk rock queen
Punk rock queen, punk rock queen
A drop dead gorgeous punk rock queen
Track Name: I've Killed Them All
I've Killed Them All

It's Friday night and the time is right
For me to go out and kill
Maybe a teen who will fight back and scream
Wouldn’t that be a thrill?
You may wonder why I make them all cry
And enjoy breaking their will
I can’t explain but I love the game
And I won’t stop until….

I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all

When I was young and looking for fun
I began to slaughter classmates
I was never accused because I always refused
To show how much I hate
As an adult I still get a jolt
Out of using puppies as bait
To lure in the girls with the dirty blond curls
Like Ashley and Mary-Kate

I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all

Don’t turn out the lights or spend the night
With me if we go on a date
I’ll take you to bed then cut off your head
And exhibit it on a plate
The curfew’s in place and it’s a race
To get inside before it’s too late
You think that your safe ‘cause their on the case
But they can’t stop you from meeting your fate

I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all