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hanging around in our underwear watching the storm roll in (this song features dang near everyone i know at some point or another. jim from grandaddy provided the amazing budweiser bottle slide gtr as well as the piano and tonnes more, and all five of the irving boys dropped by to do some ahhs.) go get 'em tiger (brianna thinks i'm saying brad pittbulls.) down from the clouds & driving big trucks, they got rad nipples & all kinds of drugs. they're sophisticated & true & they're out front waiting. they're waiting for you. so go get 'em tiger. i know that you're tired but there's no sense in spending another nite alone in your room. they say they know a place you all can go, a pondful of wine and an old rowboat, a sun that never sets, it just sits on the horizon and makes the world glow. go get 'em tiger. just get up & go. what's it gonna take to make this crudfunk go away? shake it off tiger. shake shake shake. get up & get at them. you will never know what'll happen. hot adventures in magic may tragically escape. so make this crudfunk go away. shake it off tiger. shake shake shake. don't wait. don't let them get away. hot adventures in magic may tragically escape. just make this crudfunk go away. shake it off tiger. shake shake shake. don't wait. don't let them get away. go get 'em tiger. it's gonna be ok. real fun (when my friend doug died, we were driving to the cemetery and from inside the car, the funeral sticker looked like it said real fun. steven irving, aaron earlimart and jim grandaddy were helping to scream at the end and didn't know i was recording which is how i captured the wonderful banter during the break.) the shooting daggers from your eyes, warmest daggers mesmerize, mesmerhips & mesmerthighs. your mesmer flips, your mesmer flies like tiny comets hot as heck, made of sparkle, spit & sex. i'm a fern frond, face to breast, under the falls. you leave me drenched. you got the kind of looks that are fun to look at. shooting daggers from your eyes, warmest daggers mesmerize, mesmerthroat & mesmerthighs. your mesmer floats, your mesmer flies like the sun on stormy days, breaking clouds & throwing rays. i dodge your spangle but am dazed when i get tangled in your gaze. you got the kind of looks that are fun to look at. you got the looks. yeah, your looks they're fun to look at. they're real fun to look at. welcome to the real fun. yeah, you got the looks. yeah, your looks they're fun to look at. they're real fun to look at. don't you think they're good to look at? don't you think they're fun to look at? how'd you get so f'ing cute? yeah. fun like fingers, fun like flaws, fun like butterscotch, fun like breaking laws to raccoon is to spoon (the secret to this one is in the title.) smoldered, plum tuckered out. snockered, burblirds break the bough. underwater sheepscape all dolled up in athletic gray, i'll raccoon you to your grave. mistakes are just the arts & crafts of baby angels. cupcake, i broke your ribs and smashed my baby's cradle. that stupid cradle. close your eyes & the wind blows backwards, underwater with a racetrack halo, in the clover rollin' too slow, too slow, like the thunder from a ghettoblaster, close your eyes, the wind blows backwards, underwater with a backyard halo, in the clover rollin' round real slow, like the thunder thru a meadowblaster, close your eyes, the wind blows backwards, underwater swimming thru halos, rollin' thru the clover in slo-mo, like thunder blasting thru the meadow, close your eyes, the wind's blowin' solos, in the clover with the treetop halo, underwater everything moves real slow. glocked in the luv compartment (i once knew a girl who would only eat candy. in a moment of frustration, i put all of her candy in my mouth at once. that was real stupid.) her broken english thrums like arrows into my heart of hay. so many scents in her sweater, but campfire is the one i blame. we're treading wine, treading on cute waters, someone said, "a mouthful of butterscotch is better than a heart that hurts like heck." sitting on the kitchen counter watching all the hawks surround her, watching how those socks cling to her thighs. her thighs, her fm eyes, liberty spikes & everything nice, the bling in my beard & my head is gin-clear & here is as near as i've ever been to anything. sitting on the kitchen counter lost among the foxes & flowers & oh, how i rocked that natty lite. emberzzz here we are again, drunk at four am. the livingroom's a wreck, the dance party is dead. sleeping sitting up, smiling like i ain't tired. the record's crackling like embers from a fire. tomorrow is the chance we take (my friend ronald wrote this song. it was always stuck in my head so when he joined the band for awhile i made him teach it to me.) sometimes it feels strange to want to be alone, to chase away the storms that follow me to sleep but i know i've got a friend who looks a lot like me. a sparrow for sixteen cents like an auto accident that ended up a dream. tomorrow is the chance we take. singing songs to ex-girlfriends who never did me wrong and gave me everything. i'm taking pictures of the sink that i got around to cleaning and finally changed the bed tho i'll miss that special scent like that auto accident that ended up a dream. tops of waterfalls (adeline was the one who came up with the phrase do luv, it was her cute way to say, well, you know.) you & me, sometimes it seems, will forever be together or were never meant to be. let's climb to the top of the waterfall & shoot guns. everyone knows we're destined to explode. we'll spill our sweets from every one of our holes. let's climb to the top of the waterfall & take drugs. to see you cry is to see that you care & i don't know why but i like to hear you swear. let's climb to the top of the waterfall & do luv. so we don't freeze (the backdrop for this song is kyle little wings and rob bobby birdman's old attic in portland, oregon) we were so cold we were shaking. we were tambourine, teeth chattering in between kisses. this icy drift is too much for me. trying to make our bodies be as close as they could be so we don't freeze. hardwood floors ain't so hard anymore but the things that keep us warm are being super-stubborn. tonite your touch is not enuff. this winter has us beat. let's just accept defeat, climb into our bags and sleep so we don't freeze flashes of lite (the human body is two-thirds water, but sometimes it feels like more.) helicopters fall from the trees above & above that the stormclouds dance like they've never been in luv & i know what it's like to have so much that you can't hold on. from clouds to mountains, thru fields to the sea & back to the clouds i heed. i am no longer amazed at the spaces in between the flashes of lite & the sounds they bring. branches come crashing & the room gets cold & for the second time tonite you are worth your weight in gold but i am never funny when you're around, you big jerk. from clouds to mountains, thru fields to the sea & back to the clouds i heed. i am no longer amazed at all the things i've seen from clouds to mountains, thru fields to the sea & back to the clouds with the flashes of lite & the sounds they bring #1 cont (so this is the end of the first song. it was long so we split it in two.) & every time lightning strikes i realize just how white you are. dedication (take my breath away was my first ever slowdance. the someplace warm someplace safe line was stolen from a wonderful fresno band called sparklejet. unfortunately, i thought the line was horrible and cheesy so i'm not sure what i was trying to accomplish by ripping it off.) it's too late to call your house, so instead i call the radio station and talk to the dj. he encourages me to dedicate a song to you, that way, if you're awake you'll know that i'm at home and i'm awake, too. i hope you like puttin' on the ritz cuz that's the song i picked. it doesn't mean anything it's just the first song that popped into my head. and now my head is poppin all over the place, i should've picked take my breath away. take my breath away, someplace warm, someplace safe up where the burblirds fly (once at karaoke, i heard a drunk girl sing burblirds instead of bluebirds. it reminded me of friendly animated birds that visit you when you're wasted.) baby yeah (at the time of recording, this was an unreleased pavement song. i thought it was funny to cover a song that had never been released. i also didn't realize at the time that somebody from pavement would be releasing this record.) baby baby baby yeah. she abused me for no apparent reason. she confused my heart for a blistered lesion. it's torn torn torn clean apart. torn torn torn torn clean apart, stop. devon made a change for the better (devon was my first luv. all the lines are lifted from our last correspondence. i haven't seen her in well over a decade but still think of her often.) devon made a change for the better the day she stopped talking to me. she wrote me these words in a letter, "your love surpasses any i have seen." and now i know that it's over, she returns all the letters i send. "to the brink of insanity" is where i drove her. she said, "we were always lovers, never friends." devon made a change for the better the day she moved to new york she wrote me these words in her last letter "i love you but i love jesus more." tell yer lover i said hi (the backdrop for this one is jumbo's clown room. it also features a shout-out to a david lynch painting.) damned if she don't remind me of someone i once knew; the twilight on her thigh, in beautiful black and blue. it was a circus when she smiled. her brown eyes were dancing bears. we were floating in the backwater, choking on each other's hair. and i got a beer at my side, all these mirrors and lites, and she was standing there at the bar with the guys, the first star in the sky, and she was standing there. damned if she don't remind me of something i once had, like a lonely figure on a windy nite with his head in a paper bag. the city is all lit up, and for that matter so am i, so i guess i'll see you around some time tell yer lover i said hi. the next time i open my eyes i'll be hoping to find somebody standing there. in the back of my mind i know i will find somebody standing there. the 4 fs (ariana's drumming debut.) it's good and late and we should be asleep but there's a knock on my door and i can't believe you came by, you came by. when i left the party and i told you i was beat but said you could come over i just didn't think..and i still can't believe you came by, you came by. herndon & 99 (a haunt on the outskirts of fresno where i spent many a nite. the traintracks cross the san joaquin river and there's a 24 hour diner called klein's there. the percussion at the end is a beercan windchime i made.) meet me down by the riverside. bring a bathing suit and a bottle of cheap red wine. meet me down by the riverside at herndon & 99. feel the bridge shake as the train flies by high on the tressels of the southern pacific line. feel the bridge shake as the train flies by at herndon & 99. and i don't want to fall asleep tonite. we can share the truckers payload if you're so inkleined. and i don't want to fall asleep tonite at herndon & 99. if diesels were dreams, we could sit and watch our dreams careen and if this were paradise we could sit and watch our dreams collide at herndon & 99. sway (the birds at the end were prerecorded, we about died when we heard them singing in time with the song. no protools trickery, i swear.) she whispers and creaks like a pine tree. her bones, she says, all belong to me. those branches they sway, those branches they swing, someday she may leave but she's caught in the breeze. sway, sway, say that you'll stay against my chest forever, everyday. the whipoorwill, the warbler, the titmouse and the jay are starting a new rock and roll band and they asked if i would play i said, "my voice sux," they said, "that's ok," and on the choruses we sang: sway, sway, say that you'll stay in my nest forever, everyday. blatz from the pabst (the original title was me circa 1993. the vocals were recorded thru a bullet mic sitting on the sidewalk in front of the ship.) i know where you live but i was never invited in. i know you're asleep now. i know you're dreaming of him, so i'll just keep on driving. i've got my radio on. i'll just keep on driving, keep on driving til dawn. maybe i'll go by denny's and see if you're there with your friends. i could sit and watch you eat and wallow in self-torment. i know what you think, and yeah, i might be a bit weird, but i think that you'd understand if you could only taste my tears. maybe i'll pass your house again to see if your lites are on. then i'll jut keep on driving, cuz i don't know what i'd do if i stopped. maybe i'll go to 7-11 and play some pinball. it's not that i don't want to sleep tonite, it's just i can't take the fall. butterdream (this song was basically written so i could have my good friend, "mike shea," whistle on it. it's our version of row, row, row your boat.) you and me, gently down the sea, gently toward the sea, merrily, merrily. life is but a dream. going down (true story. the cartoon in question was bevis and butthead. mark pine marten played faux pedal steel on his tele.) remember when we thought they had all fallen asleep and, as per usual, we did our thing? swerving on the couch, colliding at the mouth. we were laying naked but we grabbed a blanket when we heard the sound. your dad came in and sat down rite beside us. he just wanted to watch cartoons. pretending to be asleep, clenching all our teeth, we were laying naked under that blanket for a good half hour, at least. and you know that i know that he knows that we know what was going down.
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