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Nice To See You
03:09
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It's nice to see you
Nice to see you in this sneak preview
I don't believe truth but I might bleed blue
Now their phat tricks loving scare tactics
On the chair that sits double dare practice
All of this life is nothing like the world you've seen before
Open casket, harder than last fits
I can blast it but I'll get my ass kicked
Launch this A-bomb higher with napalm
Tricks and lame psalms taking away from
All of this crap that's in my lap is getting hard to store
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2. |
Gee-Tar Show
02:18
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Ten thousand million cups of coffee
And now my vision is just right
Ten hours of pacing in the sandbox
With my head filled with dynamite
I left my family in an airport
And said, "I really hate goodbyes"
I had two bags of perspiration
A test to see how each one flies
You are the mountains just waiting for a tragedy to floor you
But it's just a fleeting feeling that you might come to ignore
You love the violence of several hundred people to adore you
But it's just a guitar show and you will see it's nothing more
Another bag of dainty objects
Won't hesitate to test my strength
A trip to Reno is in order
But I can't justify the length
A groping mind, a stretching body
A couple pounds of something wrong
I know it's not about the money
But money helps me get along
I like the thought of open endings
Whichever way that wind may blow
A lot of things ring in my head but it's all deadly
And I'm never gonna have another feeling like the feeling
Of a crowd of thirty-seven at a not-so-sold-out guitar show
You'll always see it's nothing more
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3. |
Cash Money Is Redundant
03:24
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We've got the power but we don't know where to put it
So we'll put it in our banks
We'll watch our company and keep it under lock and key
Until the day it finally takes
Check out these gold-plated debit cards I found
If I had any interest, I would take them underground
Look at this checkbook made of Venezuelan down
Oh I love it, but sometimes it gets redundant
Sometimes it gets
To where we've got the power and we've found a place to hide it
But we don't know what to call it
We're playing freeze tag with the time that we've been saving
With the savings in our wallet
Check out this coin that was minted in Sudan
I've got a hundred thousand of them rusting in a can
But I can pull them out to prove that I'm the man
How I love it, but sometimes it gets redundant
Sometimes it gets
Maybe I should just sell everything
Start a brand new life beneath a Polynesian spring
Comb all of my earnings back to earth
How much is it worth to measure how much I am worth?
Behold the wonder of my soaring Eurostocks
I'd double everything if I could just set back the clocks
Too bad I have to keep my fortune in a box
And I love it, but sometimes it gets redundant
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4. |
Drawerings
03:17
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Time out, this is not what I had envisioned
Your glance just confirmed all of my suspicions
I'm in denial but I'll slip into bargaining
And after the fact, I'll be sorry I heard you singing
I'm lying here alone and bored
I'm trying not to be ignored
Throw up your hands in disgust
I'll clean the filth off if I must
When I'm drawing figures in the forest
Hate the sketch but not the artist
March came and I felt like a loaded cannon
Packed tight with a spoonful of melted granite
This is the part where the swan song fell out of tune
And I couldn't believe that the top forty wanted you
And I'd like to think you'd want me back
I doubt you'd be okay with that
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5. |
How, How, How
03:50
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How many times do I have to tell you to stop this?
Can we be civil and just drop this?
I'm not trying to be pompous
But there's an eager beat that stomps
Come claim me at the lost and found
For I know now, now, now, now
You paralyze my atmosphere
I tried to claim my territory
But I know how, how, how, how
Your dream is something to be feared, oh feared
I wish that I could be made of slate or marble
Because everything is garbled
And the sound of it is horrible
But I pray to just get along
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When I was a baby, my mama she grabbed my hand
She said, "You better count your blessings
If you live to be a man"
My daddy bit the big one when I was just turning ten
And I think he'd be proud of me but I still wonder now and then
It's a funny way to grow up, when your shadow's filled with doubt
I bet it would've been easier if by then I'd found out that I was
Made from the best stuff on earth
But I can't help but confess
If I was asked, it would have been my second guess
Now I'm slightly older depending on who you ask
Sometimes I am unpredictable, or I'll hide behind my mask
Look around at everybody and I start to make assumptions
Like a herd of cattle going through all of our functions
We don't know just what to live for
But we know we don't wanna die
When I look at you and me, darling, I kind of understand why
Because you're made from the best stuff on earth
Yeah, we're all made from the best stuff on earth
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7. |
You Don't
03:06
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It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye
You say that you've lost both of yours but somehow you still cry
It's hard to drum up sympathy for someone you can't stand
I'd play that tune as soon as you would offer me your hand
But you don't
The ironies so full of cheese for your incessant whine
You tried so hard to cut ahead and now you're out of line
You rode up on your high horse but were unprepared to stop
And I still think it's funny that no one came out on top
You don't need me to tell you
I don't care about how you don't care
Now I'm young and happy and I've got nothing to prove
You're just now realizing what it's like to want to move
I'm sorry that you fell down and you sort of scratched your knee
I've said my peace so get you goddamn finger off of me
You don't need me to sing aloud
About my cares that are not there
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8. |
Boy Girl Boy Girl
02:46
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I am a follower of the paranormal consequences radio station
That spreads into their minds like a hooky line
And turns them to black but with stop animation
Going forward, please stop looking at me that way
You get me speechless but I know exactly what I ought to say
I'm sorry, we don't have my dignity on the menu this evening
So I'll have to ask you to leave
I'm the luckiest boy in the world
Turn around and save yourself some steps in my direction
With arms wide closed, please check the hours
I used to look at myself as having an affliction
But it was affection and it was building up its own towers
Like the ones of Babel but with one B more
And I feel like a loser, but I'm not sore
Come tomorrow there'll be no tomorrow
And the day after that I'll put my game face on
And head out to the floor
I wish you were the luckiest girl
Next time, there won't be a next time
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9. |
Decked Out
03:16
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I am a determined hand clapper
I am a cactus shaped lamp
I am a trusty bug zapper
I am the middle class heavyweight champ
I am an extra in A Christmas Carol
I am the ghost that nobody sees
I am the very, very bottom of the barrel
I am your most easily curable disease
I am decked out
I am Dennis Hopper on acid
I am the corner that your broom can't quite reach
I am a family vacation to Lake Placid
I am the urge to practice what you don't preach
I am an after-hours barbeque
I am a two-door sedan
I am an otherwise unknown part of you
I am very disappointed, young man
I am not afraid of anything, except whatever I'm afraid of
I am not assured of anyone coming out to help me
To find out what I am made of
I am not as bad as I used to be
I am showing moderate improvement
'Cause I am starting a motherfucking movement
I am an unauthorized vision
I am the credits that start running long
I am the director's edition
I am fed up with singing this song
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10. |
Indian Burial Ground
03:06
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Here we are in our split-level home
With rosewood and thread counts and polished chrome
And it's something new, a life to be enjoyed
Well I don't mean to complain
But the past is reviving inside of my brain
And the voices seem to be a bit annoyed
And I'm running as fast as I can
And I'm trying to start up the minivan
And the cancer in my phone
And fax and pager won't leave me alone
Coffee grinds mixed with hope springs eternal
Trashing back issues of Wall Street Journal
And the universal clicker's making sparks
Animated power tools and the rafts from the above-ground pool
Are threatening to leave their gruesome marks
And the velveteen comforter rips
And the safe guard panel frantically blips
And the mailbox shows its doubts
By flying at the cookie cutter house
And the cable modem wants to catch my tongue
And the sprinkler system tries to fill my lungs
All the tenants are the same
So maybe I'm not the only one to blame
And so I'm packing up my superior veneer
And I'll fly first class to anywhere but here
And amid all the progress
There's a lesson to be learned in here I guess
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11. |
Mermaid Avenue
03:54
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Someone once told me there were plenty of fish in the sea
Desperately searching underwater for a creature like me
My eyes are glazed over as I travel below to the depths
Hopefully finding a fish that I'll never forget
Feeling up the sides of the water
Trying my hardest not to blink
Finding a mermaid under the water
Is so much harder than you'd think
I've got all my gear as I'm floating below the surface
I can't see a thing and it's making me fucking nervous
My body's lying limp in a state of regret
Trying to find a fish that I'll never forget
Losing balance, it's time to go up again
There's doubt in my mind about everyone I've ever met
Upon my arrival I want to throw up again
I'll still keep looking for that fish that I'll never forget
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12. |
Piece Of Meat
03:23
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I'm not ashamed of this life I've made for us
I think it's just our style
And everyone will see us in the daylight
They'll see your crooked smile
See, you don't know that I will never admit defeat
Even though you treat me like a piece of meat
I watch the parade of the lives we both made up
Can't even look away
And every time I think I've stumbled out
I'm pulled back into the fray
And I wish I could stop feeling like myself
I've got a middle finger for you up upon my shelf
I wanted to get you higher in the spirit of getting there
But in your eyes, I'm rarely more than rare
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