Monthly Archive for July, 2011

“Birthdays and Breakups” Lyrics

Published on July 26, 2011

At our house and I’m feeling fucked up
I was having a good dream and I woke up
This is something that I just can’t make up

Birthdays and breakups
Birthdays and breakups

And you’re making a big mistake, you say
Cos you saw the last one and she went away
Maybe you’re right, maybe I’m just fucked up

Birthdays and breakups
Birthdays and breakups

What would you do if you had one more night?
One more chance just to make it feel right?
Would you spend your time picking fights?

Or would you spend it right like a cinderella ball?
Minutes moving fast, yeah, we can’t count ‘em all
Laughing at the jealousy
Make it feel small
And I’ll love you forever but
Love just ain’t enough, it just ain’t

Cruisin’ through the city, all the city lights
Trip is kickin’ in, nothing looked so bright
Goin’ to a show, just like old times

And we would dance for hours
Dance until the dawn
And we’re lockin’ lips right at our favorite song
The Tanqueray and tonic, we could do no wrong
And I’ll love you forever but
Love just ain’t enough, it just ain’t

Out on good behavior
I tried to be your savior

I thought everything could be forgiven
Little did I know
I was the one who needed savin’

Beat up and stained like an old vest
Is the beating heart in your chest
It kept me warm on goddamn cold days
Like even our favorite things,
Sometimes we must give away

I thought everything could be forgiven
Little did I know
I was the one who needed savin’,

I tried to be your savior

“Birds Against The Glass” Lyrics

Published on July 25, 2011

As a girl she had a dream that she was gonna leave her house
And find a man who shared her love and shared her thoughts
Together they would roam across the forty-eight and spend the money they had saved
With fellow gypsy people they would learn to live again and dance the night away
Ridin’ the new wave

So she packed her car up tight and headed for the southern states
And found a man she kinda liked but he never treated her right
With money running low they built a house that they could never clean
He promised her that he would change
He promised her that they would build a scene
Just like she dreamed

But the man was a boy
And the bank loan was a ploy
In a world like this we burn and crash
Just like birds against the glass

Once there was a summer filled with love and everybody’s consciousness was being guided from above
And it was clear that there was power in the people and if people carried flowers
The intention would stay good and plain
And so he made a promise that he’d never change the hippie he became

But the clouds kept rollin in, the baby boomers giving in
To mass appeal and government but he said they would never win
The country was a mess before but free love seemed to change the war
And he saw no difference if we could just elect the right president
Maybe people would get it
But now he keeps a tank full of gas
Oh, just to save his own ass
In a world like this we burn and crash
Just like birds against the glass

Oh, will we stay where we last?
Oh, this too shall pass

In a world like this we burn and crash just like birds against

“Your Mother’s Jam” Lyrics

Published on July 24, 2011

If it wasn’t for your mother’s jam
Nothing else would taste quite the same
She taught me ’bout the cactus and the bees
That’s what makes the cherries sweet

If it wasn’t for your mother’s jam
I don’t think you and me could be friends
Just when I think that I’m getting bored
That’s when she takes it out the cupboard

I’ve been watering the bings hangin’ on the tree
I think they sway up and down for me
I think I’ll water them some more cos they’re so thirsty
And when the sun leaves, they’ll be ripe for picking

They say all the birds your age are flappin down on pearl
But the bees are making honey for another girl
So let’s hang cos I think I’ll be just in time
When the bread is rising in the oven, it’s a sign for

Jam, your mother’s jam, your mother’s
Jam

If it wasn’t for your mother’s jam
I don’t think I would understand
How to age to perfection
Spread it all over my complexion

And when we all gather ’round to label the jars
I feel like I’m writing miniature love letters
I’m getting territorial urges with your dad
Is it wrong that I get off when I’m making him mad?

They say all the birds your age are flappin’ down on pearl
But all the bees are makin’ honey for another girl
So let’s hang out cos I’m thinkin’ I’ll be just in time
When the bread is rising in the oven
It’s a sign for

Jam, your mother’s jam, your mother’s
Jam

Is it passe that I don’t want any other?
Spread it on buns with my favorite nut butter
Sophisticated is my pallet, like a man
I’m such a fan, such a fan, such a fan

“Psychoanalyst” Lyrics

Published on July 23, 2011

The psychoanalyst’s conundrum
Is a venerable force, yeah
It’s like she got a shiny little badge now
Cuz she took a little course
And if I got a little problem, uh
She gonna write it down in ink
Cuz she got a little book that tell her
How people used to think
But that presents another problem, uh
What if the issue’s with herself, yeah
She go to get a drink of water
But falls inside the well

She like to tell me just what make me frown,
But she drink when she’s up, and she drink when she’s down
She’s on the high horse or she up in the tree, and she lookin below, all the human beings

But you’re an animal to me

An accidental laceration
Girl you better clean that out
Cuz if you wind up in a sandstorm
And all around you is a drought
Then your wound is gonna fester
And you’ll be throbbing in pain,
But you’d never cry out for help, no
You’d look at your little book again

She like to tell me just what make me frown,
But she drink when she’s up, and she drink when she’s down
She’s on the high horse or she up in the tree, and she lookin below, all the human beings

But you’re an animal to me

The psychoanalyst’s conundrum, uh
Yeah the issue’s with themselves, uh
They think about it too much to feel anything
Then they’re stuck in the well

“Speed Dial” Lyrics

Published on July 22, 2011

You used to be number one
Then you were number two
You’ve never met three
But four said she knows you
Five is my mother
Six, seven, eight are my friends
But don’t worry girl, I’ll fit you in

Cos I have nine
Nine are the numbers on my speed dial

Eight I hate to love and love to hate
Seven just wants to procreate
Six is on the level and five is my mother
Four, I open the door, she won’t leave
Three and two are shoe-ins
But don’t worry girl, I’ll fit you in

Cos I have nine
Nine are the numbers on my speed dial

“Pictures of You” Lyrics

Published on July 21, 2011

Woke up to an open window
And the breeze was blowing in
Moonlight shown upon your face
And you begin to panic

In the night the villain came
And he drugged you to ease the pain
And he stole everything you knew
But he won’t delete these pictures of you

No use taking inventory
Everything was missing
He stole your man
He stole your home
He stole the life your living

In the night the villain came
And he drugged you to ease the pain
And he stole everything you knew
But he won’t delete these pictures of you

I don’t get off, I don’t get off, I don’t get off

If you think I’m the villain then call me a monster

I don’t get off, I don’t get off, I don’t get off

I cannot argue with how I feel now

“Baby Doncha Know Your Man?” Lyrics

Published on July 20, 2011

Baby doncha know your man?
Baby doncha know your man?
Baby doncha know I’d never do nothin’
That you don’t understand?

Baby you’re not alone
Baby you’re not alone
You just gotta give me back my feelings
Then find your own

Baby doncha know your man?
Baby doncha know your man?

Baby I can’t hold your hand
Baby I can’t hold your hand
Baby dontcha know I can’t hold your hand
Till you know just where you stand?

Cos baby when a two is one
Baby when a two is one
Baby when a two is one it seems to always come undone

Baby doncha know your man?
Baby doncha know your man?

“Telepathic” Lyrics

Published on July 19, 2011

Apocalipstick
Kiss is orgasmic
So good that when it comes
I really feel it

New age, just relax, you’re not manic
I know you’re telepathic
Voices in your head, you’re not tragic
I know you’re telepathic

So put it on
And use some tongue
Cos when you take it away
I really need it

New age, just relax, you’re not manic
I know you’re telepathic
Voices in your head, you’re not tragic
I know you’re telepathic

I know you’re telepathic

“Americana” Lyrics

Published on July 18, 2011

Keep an eye out, we’ll be posting the lyrics for 1 song from Americana each day for the next 9 days.
“Americana”
We were never ever taught to read the fine print
So here we are in ray-bans and illness
We feed each other wild salmon in the park
It tastes so real, I don’t care if it’s plastic

Americana, now it pays to be a cheapskate
Selling greatness by the bottle though it’s water-weight
Sugar-less candy hearts got a mouthful
Just a weekend with the swimmers in the gene pool

In utopia we watched it on the big screen
Pop corn and tears gave me feelings
Then we talked on the phone like dick tracy
Face to face, so crazy

Like a fat piranha, that’s americana

Club owners give us rides in their fast cars
And they talk more shit than the movie stars
They throw out the peas, just the carrots
Then repeating like coke-smoking parrots

Americana in the spotlight
All the magic happens overnight
Smoking hookah, sipping wine with the pinky out
Don’t you see most agree that it’s high-brow