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  SEYMOUR

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SEYMOUR

 

So syrup sweet it tasted bitter

Don't act like he's the only one

Now Seymours with the baby sitter

Surveying all the damage done

 

Well a lot of good all of that did

Now there's a mark across my hand

My teeth, they taste like stomach acid

At night they crumble into sand

 

Oh please don't act like you don't know (X3)

When you know, oh don't you know

 

It's such a sin, I'm such a sinner

To love someone who don't exist

Now Seymour's face is looking thinner

I guess he's had enough of this

 

Oh please don't act like you don't know (X3)

When you know, oh don't you know

 

Oh please don't act like you don't know (X3)

When you know, oh don't you know

 

COLLAR

 

Another day, another collar 
With dried crumbs to shave a dollar off 
Sittin' on the corner of the the counter 
'Cause most people don't look down there 

And the street won't acknowledge the rain on my feet 
'Til another wave turns up the heat 
And this stamp of approval makes you think: 
How could I leave?

Another weight upon your shoulders 
Chips off, calls you a coward-man 
Trailing thoughts of magnolias 
And the rain wonders why it covers them 

And the street won't acknowledge the rain on my feet 
'Til another wave turns up the heat 
And this stamp of approval makes you think: 
How could I leave?

And the street won't acknowledge the rain on my feet 
'Til another wave turns up the heat 
And this stamp of approval makes you think: 
How could I leave?

 

NO TALKIN'


Time to get your car back outta the way 
Several times this month, not including today 
And they told me to come here 
But that was several hours ago, it's not clear what you want so just take it from me oh yeah 

And Dave's gone over the edge since the last time I saw him 
Him and Leigh work at this place just outside of town 
And they told me that it's different now--oh 
Workin' for yourself, workin' for yourself 

I'm the one that thinks it's different now 
Since the hospital day when you broke down 
I'm the one that thinks it's different now 
Since the day is shit 'til six o'clock 

And don't knock on the glass, just tap on the door 
You can come in if you'll stay for a while 
I got a few things to say to you 
It's been three years comin', don't I always come through? 

I'm the one that thinks it's different now 
Since the hospital day when you broke down 
I'm the one that thinks it's different now 
Since the day is shit 'til six o'clock 

You broke down, you broke down

 

CALAMINE

 

Sitting in straight-back chairs but our backs were bent 
The gnats got stuck in the AC vent 
In the Chinese restaurant we could smell the scent 
Of hangovers and mouthwash 

Of Stories from the night before 
of bleeding hearts that we ignored 
of sweet and sour, orange red 
of hand-shake drugs, and empty heads

and Calamine

Calamine

The door chime rings through the sweating air 
When the breeze swept in I could smell your hair 
And I picked a scab and I wondered where 
All the dust comes from on the table 

The dog days are upon us now 
As we drift on through the cosmic cloud 
I can't remember ever how 
The sun was not so heavy 

Calamine 
Calamine

 

BLEEDING HEART

 

Can we drive around, put your top down

All the places that I go are so much better when I go there with you

Like a bathtub drunk, sippin' too much blood

It added fire to the fury when we found a place to start over new

 

You're gonna tear my bleedin' heart

A new one when you go

You're gonna tear my bleeding heart

 

The money don't mean shit, only dicks get rich

Still I could use a little somethin' to help me ease the pain of this itch

I got a holy roller, wearin' the emperor'r robes

He's sittin' on my shoulders, he's tappin' on my bar with the keys

 

You're gonna tear my bleedin' heart

A new one when you go

You're gonna tear my bleeding heart

 

Can we drive around, put your top down

All the places that I go are so much better when I go there with you

 

You're gonna tear my bleedin' heart

A new one when you go

You're gonna tear my bleeding heart

 

SIX SIX CHURCH

 

Take a picture on your way to New York

Fix your car and stare at me

Leave alone the path you used to run a month ago

Skip a stone into the street

I wish I could finish everything I start

Stand close and you say to me: I need a line

 

I need some time apart

You crossed the line last night

I need some time apart

You crossed the line last night

 

I need some time apart

You crossed the line last night

I need some time apart

You crossed the line last night

 

I wish I could stick to all those things I say

Stand close and you say to me: I need a line

 

I need some time apart

You crossed the line last night

I need some time apart

You crossed the line last night

 

I need some time apart

You crossed the line last night

I need some time apart

You crossed the line last night

 

FIREWORKS

 

Walkin' second line

Trumpets behind

A beat out of time

A dream past its prime

 

Wakin' up in black

Sweat down my back

I wish I could see

What everyone sees

 

We split up in the forest, where there were no guarantees

The horror might get you, but I'll be damned if it gets me

When the fireworks exploded, I forgot all my Chinese

 

He tells jokes that aren't

Funny to me

No sympathy

For his motives

 

Standin' in the hall

Talkin' so tall

These paper-thin walls

Do not conceal it

 

I never had a sister, I never tried so hard

Your brother came to visit and we had to push his car

The shadows crept up slow when I was sleepin' in the yard

But it never really seemed like we had to push it far

 

Walkin' second line

Trumpets behind

A beat out of time

A dream past its prime

 

TETHERED

 

We come with tethered hands

We came to make a stand, cause I

 

We come disheveled men

We came across the land, cause I

 

We come with tethered hands

We came to make a stand, cause I

 

We come disheveled men

We came across the land, cause I

 

Cause I need to know

(When will you keep away from me?)

 

SHELF

 

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© Copyright 2016 All Rights Reserved
Mixed by Bruce Monroe and Seymour at Squeezer Recording
Mastered by Michael Sepello at ATS Recording Studio
Album Artwork by John Cheney Wood. © John Cheney Wood Estate Trust

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