4 of a KIND / RAY GOOLIAK WRITTEN & PRODUCED by RAY GOOLIAK c 1992/1993 p 2013 Recorded & engineered by TOM HALL/ MELODY LINE STUDIO/MAUI Cover photo - RICHARD MARKS/Island Images graphics application- GILL BROOKS Previously unreleased music recorded on a 16 track analog machine 1. LOVE OR ATTACHMENT 3:30 (ASCAP) 2. VERLA 5:15 3. SUCH A MESS 3:14 4. LAUGH TOO LOUD 4:17 RAY GOOLIAK - lead & backup vocals, electric & acoustic guitars, drums, percussion. keyboards, bass & kettle drum on LAUGH TOO LOUD TOM HALL - electric lead , rhythm & slide guitars, harmonica on VERLA PETE WASNER - piano & keyboards BO GOOLIAK - bass JOHN ZANGRANDO – soprano saxophone & GEORGE TAVY - additional keyboards on LAUGH TOO LOUD THANKS BE TO: ‘Was’ for project initiation, Joey Larimer for the launch, Katerina for the French on VERLA, Heather for the English on LOVE OR ATTACHMENT, Mark Dorman of ‘Details’ for the splendid Caribbean ‘double-takes’, Celia de Meneces, Tom Hall, Hinano Monsarrat & Tom Warren/Kamehameha Sails/Lahaina Contact: raygooliak@hotmail.com SilverSidewalk Records / box 665 / Kula, HI. 96790 LYRICS LOVE OR ATTACHMENT After you with a straight face A fool chasing for chasing's sake Looks like another remake Of a previous romantic mistake Can't shake your image with a damaged head In conversations I remember you said (I didn't mean for you to be mislead) Do we have to go through this again It's either love or attachment one way or the other I've got to discover the truth It's either love or attachment Either one is trouble when it comes down to dealing with you 'Was first attracted to your pretty face Your sense of humor made my sides ache The BMW was setting the pace On a course with a twisted fate Then one day it was so sad I realized that what we had Wasn't worth the price that you demand Au Voir baby hope you understand Chorus VERLA It was a green card relationship she was keeping this love at bay In hopes of securing a future Where opportunity's knock would pay Though the Netherlands had been good to her She saw brighter horizons ahead To import some sweet Dutch chocolate To a richer country instead She had faith in her ambition Coupled with looks that could kill Occupy magazine covers In America was Verla's thrill On the French side of St. Maartin A friend and I were walking one day We did a simultaneous double take As this revelation passed our way Followed her into Marigot Where she proceeded to relate A matrimonial tendency To anyone who'd kick start her fate There was faith in human nature But she saw that it was dwindling fast As her expiration date drew closer She saw herself reliving the past Verla Verla whatever it takes you'll do To get the green card relationship Make those dreams come true Verla Verla whatever you have to go through To get the green card relationship will America do Verla Verla the chances look good for you To squeeze a green card relationship Out of someone soon Verla Verla whatever it takes we approve That the green card relationship Is worth the pursuit yeah yeah yeah yeah Verla Verla she wants the green card Verla Verla she needs the green card SUCH A MESS You say you got a passion for life And that it should be obvious To anyone who opens their eyes To everyone who's serious You think you know what you're talking about So does everybody else But listening to your twisted shouts Separates you from the rest It's such a mess Miraculous as it may seem This planet is shooting through space One helluva blueprint scheme At an accelerated pace You insist the only miracles Are springing right from your hand Making believers out of Sunday fools Holy profit from a secular scam Impossible to confess It's such a mess What do you see when you look in the mirror I can't tell anymore Satan or saint contentment or fear Watching this life unwind I don't know how much longer I don't know how much more I can take Optimism ain't your style Overloading with the guilt brigade Damnation is a powerful threat With those cheap cliches You think you know what righteousness is So does everybody else But listening to your twisted pleas Separates you from yourself It's possible to confess It's such a mess LAUGH TOO LOUD We can't be sure of anything The tide changes The wind that made the grain wave gently yesterday Will blow down the trees tomorrow The sea sends sailors crashing to the rocks As easily as it takes them safely to the docks We can't believe in everything This life changes The mirror reflects a time gone past Faces changing What once was shared will never be again Yet this feeling lingers Still this feeling lingers The silver sidewalk dances on the water Caressing the crested waves breaking on the shoreline I love the sea That doesn't mean I'm less afraid of it I love you But I am never sure of who you are Or how you feel As it is I hide behind your frown And worry when you laugh too loud