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Intro
00:59
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Can't complain about a gig on a Tuesday
But the tips they just ain't flowin' my way
Fancy suits ain't puttin' bread in my jar
It's all going to the push-up bra behind the bar
You'd better play 'em right, don't ruin their evening
Don't step outta line, or put a new twist on an old thing
Drunks calling out for “Freebird” and “more cowbell”
Well, you can be yourself, if no one can tell
Crowded rooms, and lonely nights
Blushing groom, erudite
She smells nice, it's just perfume
Lonely nights, crowded room
Did I even have a chance? Odds were slim
Hired in a panic, fired on a whim
Dropped like a bad date when the season ends
It ain't easy being every band's other boyfriend
Living on ibuprofen and caffeine
Got another ill-fated bad feeling
Falling victim to despair
Stuck underpaid in the lobby of a billionaire
Workin' half and makin' double
Here in my low effort bubble
Play the requests you abhor
Crack a smile, try to endure
Take a look around, break your habits
Do you even know how good you have it?
Sometimes a blessing, sometimes a curse
Don't you know it could be so much worse?
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Old Hands
02:24
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Tired and miserable from the weather
None the worse, not much better
Just as sad as age fifteen
Respites few and far between
Coffee black, too much caffeine
Self-imposed in a quarantine
Lowest tier of the highest class
Jittered fear cures nothing fast
Twice the work yields half respect
Chops galore, social neglect
Playing ignorant to my vanity
I was never hip, and now I never will be
All my woes won't be outdone
Sixteen going on Forty-One
Slow boil 'til the water's cold
Watch as my hands keep getting old
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Aging Bridesmaid
03:59
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The more I live this music life
The more I think about this business
The more I wanna dive off a bridge
Vaulted humble narcissism
You say it's not a competition
Yeah, it's easy to say it when you're winning
Maybe I just can't promote
Maybe I just missed the boat
Maybe I'm a just fool
Maybe have a college try
To not be such a bitter guy
Tell me why, why oh why, why even try?
Overstaffed, underhand
Feelin' like a young old man
Aging bridesmaid with no plan
Save the scene, quit your band
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Shoestring
04:10
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Scattered thoughts in my hemispheres
Crashing down like a chandelier
The old clichés are ringing insincere
Trying hard to not live in fear
I found a better plan, it was “anything”
A dedication unwavering
As normal hangs by a shoestring
Anxiety is flourishing
It's the not the waiting, it's the fear
Could everything just disappear
Could be my time, good afternoon
Could be my time, it feels too soon
When the past haunts you with it's ghosts
A lifetime's worth of “almost”
What you'll never be, it just never clicked
So better make yourself okay with it
Scattered thoughts in my hemispheres
Everything just rings insincere
Dedication unwavering
And normal hangs by a shoestring
There's something wrong with my head
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Not a Love Song
06:23
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Life is not a love song
Life is not a race to see who's more tired
Over-short & under-long
Making rights & righting wrongs
Under-right & over-wrought
Life is not a love song
Plans are scattershot and piecemeal
Toss your feelings like an orange peel
Try to remind yourself if anything is real
As you're ground up in the wheels
Susceptible to paranoia and vertigo
Lumbering and slow like the buffalo
To hold on tight, or just let it go
Play me off with my own adagio
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Hammer
02:37
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Ain't much here to write about
City's odd, cold and strange
Suits and homeless float around
Sorry, I ain't got any change
Polished lobby, broken street
Transit buses, football teams
Lunch crowd chatter, yuppie blues
Nervous prospects, interviews
Boring carpets, boring plants
Foot traffic, sideways glance
Garbage sandwich, coffee's swill
Here with too much time to kill
6/8 meter in my head
Write it out to 4/4 instead
Can't go forward, this I know
Stuck in here, nowhere to go
As the writing turns to bleak
What a way to start the week
Plastic smiles bond the cliques
Find your zen, find your feet
Watch the city life unwind
See the sights, none I can find
I'm just fishing for a good line
Just to kill a little bit more time
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775
03:29
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High test coffee, served piping hot
Blackened toast on the stove top
Meat, potatoes, wood smoke rises
Paper plates straight in the fire
Barely made it up the hill this time
Spun the tires, the transmission whined
She got me in, she'll get me home
Road could use a couple loads of stone
Smell the cedars, smell the pines
Chase the spiders, chase the mice
No distractions, ain't it nice
Here in my backwoods paradise
Sun gets low, put your sweaters on
Propane fridge we all gave up on
Awake by dawn, in bed before the night
Phone might work if the wind blows right
Homestead builders, sixties pioneers
Still standing after fifty years
Chimney needs patchin', the doors ain't square
Center of the world in the middle of nowhere
Pine trees rustle, wildlife sings
Gets so quiet I can hear my ears ring
Turn off everything, come back again
It helps me find who I really am
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Just Another Evening
05:50
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Eyes on the lounge, drifting to the front row
Watchin' Little Miss Six-Pack flirt with her date
Crop top, blonde hair, niiiiiice legs
Now, she's showin' off the triceps while she sat in his lap
Kinda hard not to stare, at a scene like that
But as she left in a huff, safe to say they ain't soul mates
It's another evening of blind date misses
With insecure gender role competitions
Just another evening watching bad decisions
Tip the band, we love your sound
Love the happenstance of hotel bars and rabble
We'd love, to hire you, if y'ever come down 'round our way
So let's talk travel, let's talk sports
Unprompted biases, healthcare and news quotes
Why'd you have to bring up how you're gonna vote?
It's another evening of straw men and rhetoric
Eyeroll opinions and misplaced pride
Just another evening watching left and right divide
Move the tables, pack a dance floor
With middle-aged cuddles and three beer shuffles
Throwback to platforms, wide lapels, & bell bottoms
So much nostalgia for malaise era jingles
Cuttin' a rug to Nixon-term radio singles
Reminiscing 'bout cars without any seatbelts
Just another evening of Fogerty and Morrison
Just another evening of Hip and Roy Orbison
Just another evening of Boomer Soapbox Moralism
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Outro
00:59
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