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Hello
02:30
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It's a crestfallen day
But why treat it that way
Like a stranger without candy
What an artful dodge
Try to miss my nod
Why don't you do what your told
Why do you do what you know
Why don't you say hello
that's what you say
Say hello
that's what you say
It’s a double dog dare
Tryin’ to break my stare
with a clear view down the avenue
What a tenderhook
that caught your look
Why don't you do what your told
Why do you do what you know
Why don't you say hello
That's what you say
Say hello
That's what you say
A cathedral of worry
Is it catholic guilt or fury
try a facelift for the jury
I won't judge your delivery
Why don't you do what your told
Why do you do what you know
Why don't you say hello
that's what you say
Say hello
that's what you say
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2. |
Babbleluck
03:36
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Winsome, lonesome overture
Win some, lose some over her
It’s babbleluck and she makes it sure
That I know
I’m lucky by mistake
A shadow boxer’s fake
And the thought that counts is…wait.
She can prove it, may it please the court
It’s jurisprudent, may it please be short
I throw myself on the merciful floor
‘cause she knows
where I got sweetheart rose
in convenience store throes
and the thought that counts is…so?
My attitude stinks like a stiff upper lip
“What’d I do?” my loose tongue fashioned a slip
Platitudes that sink right under your skin
“Come again, how’d I get in?”
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3. |
Soccer Mom
03:05
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She’s got the Dryjoys in that little van
A point 3 boy and no weekend man
Born to mess with loose connections
But she’d trade real lust for fake affection
And she don’t need your directions
Baby when she hits you with it/ hits you in the head
Baby when she hits you with it/ you find out she’s not dead
She sees the little things as a movie script
So all the tragic things become tragically hip
But in a funny way, there ain’t no violins
She drops off kid A, there’s 2 knees to skin
And she’s chauffeuring to win
But there’s always a crazy day
She knows every raindrop by it’s name
And every teardrops’s got it’s game
Someone’s gotta take the blame
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4. |
Cheap Blue Tattoo
03:21
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It was a bummer of a swollen summer
And clearing your throat
Parties in cars, too young for bars
And forgetting to vote
I can’t recall her words at all
Or, forgive me, all she wrote
But I remember her cheap blue tattoo
You were the first to do
Recessive jeans, a mid-drift scene
Of symbolic importance
Kicking the doors of my pent up Ford
What will your poor parents…?
The flowers drying on the dashboard
Have given me one more chance
To discover that cheap blue tattoo
Coming right back to you
See my lifetime as crimes I’ve never done
Like powder blue leisure suits
And not asking you to run
See your lifetime as ink you just got done
And if we meet in the street won’t you please
Show me the first one
You were the first one
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5. |
Schroeder
03:43
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Linus she's the finest
that I've seen
in such a long time
Schroeder but I told you
that she’s been
with all the wrong guys
she gave up on you
in the fight
Lucy, how'd you lose me
Leaning on my baby grand
I hid behind the music
and a ten cent arrangement
playing so hard to get
to get keep my own blanket
company
I'm a sad sack
an ivory hack
I'm tied to my work
and I work for peanuts
between my liver lily lisp
I'd have kissed
by comic number six
If only she wouldn't leave
We could keep our blanket company
But she can be as mean as a honey bee
But she can be as mean as you as me
and just as sweet
as a symphony…
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6. |
Fourth of Never
04:20
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You smoke and you vote and all the things, well, I never
Changed her name to “do in” her dad
Car radio playing the Fourth of Never
But it’s not so sad.
I need a turn, I need a revolution
Make me a tourist on a cheap holiday
Her bumper is covered with easy solutions
I could float away.
Follow you out, follow forever
Leave this town just for fun
At the city limits on the Fourth of Never
Population minus one.
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Minutes of the last meeting
This quarter we took quite a beating
Whatcha you drinking?
What’s your proof?
Minutes of the last meeting
It’s getting hard to feel, and
It’s barely afternoon.
You’ll miss staccato breath
You’ll miss the insolence
You’ll miss two birds
When one’s already stoned.
You won’t survive me
My Surgeon General’s warning pleads
“Die in committee, or die alone.”
But the bylaws don’t allow
For dissolution.
Who’s responsible
For insecure gene pool
“And pear tree missions of servitude”
Silver generally hides the copper truths
There goes another absolute.
Cold absolute.
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I was powerful alone
Now I’m powerfully lonely
Then there came you
Out to brighten my day
Never stayed at home
Now I’m nothing but homely
Still I’m daring you
To come and brighten my day
My nightmares are good things
That happen to you
And it just so happens…
I don’t believe in crystals
I don’t know what they do
I got one 5 years ago
And now we’re through
I am the rubber
And you are so glue
People bounce right off
And stick onto you
No, you won’t wake-up a sour puss in make-up
A sweet little knot, not gonna get up
Your bicycle’s braking,
your monsters’ are naked
and no one laughs at you
This ain’t no big scream
Just milk toast and cold tea
All for me
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9. |
Steady Shakey
04:51
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The drinks kept you up
when you could keep them down
You’re taking it up, seriously
Night after night
Around and a round
Serves you right
Serves you right now
Laugh it off
Like so much skirt
Like we were the last joke on earth
I miss she boozy slips
The coppertone taper that fits
So right
Serves me right now
Serves me right
You don’t have to be so shakey
Don’t want your heart to bleed for me
To go pear-shaped, or to wear thin
Just beat a little faster
And keep our secret plastered
In your mind
Serves me right now
Serves me right
Steady heart, steady mind
We’ll beat together, beat in time
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10. |
Dummy
05:30
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Always wanted to have this job
Making shadows on your lawn
Making fun of everything I do.
Darken your door, step into the sun
Shine right around, I’m the chosen one
To leave this house, walk don’t run
Down the stairs, like you care.
Sleep can’t find me in this room
We’d fit together tongue and groove
Cotton fingers, please, speak to me again.
I’m searching my closet for bits and pieces
Pajama tops, socks with Star Bellied Sneeches
Left to wonder just how cold your feet is
With him, without them.
Amateur ventriloquist
I am sure you moved my lips.
Pile of your clothes, that’s your smell
A flagrant foul air, the fragrance tells
That I can live with your memory and live quite well
For a song, we get along.
But it takes guts to be happy, a brain to be sad
Call me dummy, that just makes me glad
Now I’m the one with your hand up my back
How ‘bout that.
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11. |
Wooden Rocker
03:57
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All I feel
is the heat from the toll taker's hand
The heat that I could not stand
so I'm passing the buck again
to some guy I don't know
How you sit in that booth all day
in your chair rocking in place
Maybe love can find you that way,
if I could find...
I know I can rock you to sleep
And I know I can rock you so sweet
And I know I can rock...
Poor poor me
I leave at a cheap trucker's speed
by the seat of my dungarees
grinding those rusty teeth
But I never get where I go
Maybe I'll turn it around
back to my ex-town
to see what the toll taker found
and if I can find...
Are you sitting at home right now
In that wooden and painted rose?
Are you sitting at home right now,
In that wooden rocker we chose?
Sit and hold tight
I'll be back sometime...
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Bullyclub Portland, Maine
Portland, Maine’s Bullyclub are a hard band to pin down. Neither a group of practicing bullies nor a collection of recovering meanies, they are instead a four-piece band that revels in making unapologetically melodic, literate guitar pop music. Music that can be big or little. It can be dense or simple. ... more
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