1. |
Walking Aimlessly
02:06
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Lyrics by Adam Balbo
Music by The Pool Whales
The green of the grass
The blue of the sky
Your hair smelled like shampoo
We looked in each other’s eyes.
You put the “ram” in my ram-a-lama ding-dong.
You could tell my arm from my charm.
You shook me all night long.
The street was bustling.
All the people were talking.
The hustlers were hustling
We just went walking.
The vendors were selling shit.
The customers were buying it.
Some guy was preaching.
There was another guy cussing to himself.
It was the weekend.
There was not much to do.
But not much is better
Than just walking with you.
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2. |
Tooth Dream
04:28
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I have the dream a lot these days I wake up and my teeth are stuck together,
one frozen mass too big for my mouth, have to break it open and the blood goes spurting everywhere as crooked jags cut right into my gums.
And I try to wait around,
try to hold off till the morning though my mouth keeps filling up with blood,
I try to wait around,
try to hold off till the day when you'll be here and we can sing.
And we'll go
la da da da da da
And often times I realize I've no idea what I'm doing with my life,
and I think about the people who I went to school with, most of them successful, some have wives and kids already, which I can't imagine in my life,
though maybe I should try.
But for now I'll wait around,
try to hold off till the morning and tell you bout my insecurities,
I try to wait around,
try to hold off till the morning when you'll be here and we can sing.
And we go
la da da da da da
And lately when I try to write a new song it seems nothing ever comes,
and I've tried out all my old tricks told you all about my dreams and fears, but nothing seems to work, and I'm tired of these same four chords, and I would give most anything for one pure original thought,
or at least a catchy counter melody.
But for now I'll wait around,
try to hold off till the morning end up cursing into my guitar,
I try to wait around,
try to hold off till the day when you'll be hear and we can sing.
And we'll go
la da da da da da
la da da da da da
etc.
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3. |
Substitution
02:22
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I woke up this morning & chopped off my own leg
just to watch the blood escaping.
Watched it come flowing all crimson and wet,
gushing and gushing and gushing.
Not to be gothy & not to be crude,
But sometimes that just what you’ve got to do.
It serves to distract me as a substitution
from spending all day thinking only of you.
Cuz I know that you do it sometimes.
I know you think about me too.
I know that you do it sometimes.
I know that, I know that, I know that it’s true.
I woke up this morning & surveyed the damage,
looked down at the stump right there in my room.
I reached for a broomstick or Scotch tape or something,
with which to forge a substitute.
I stumbled & fumbled & hobbled outside.
High above, the sun was shining.
I wandered off hoping that no one would notice,
wondering why you weren’t right here beside me.
Cuz I know that you do it sometimes.
I know you think about me too.
I know that you do it sometimes.
I know that, I know that, I know that it’s true.
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4. |
What Was Her Name?
05:30
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She shook my hand as if grabbing an empty wine glass
she seemed cool and had a nice ass
she held my hand for a few awkward seconds but I didn't mind
her hand was small, it fit inside of mine pretty well
she was gentle but had a tight grip
her skin was soft and kind of olive
I had a brief fantasy that I just suddenly kissed her
of course I didn't say this out loud
she had a nice posture and was a good listener
what was the name of the girl I met that one time
what was the name of that girl
what was the name of the girl I met that one time
what was the name of that girl
It wasn't hard to let her finish talking, she didn't try to impress me
but it wasn't like she didn't care what I thought
she just didn't assume a bunch of stuff and didn't judge me right away.
she sure asked a lot of question, like what do I do and how do I like it.
and how exactly was it that I did all of that
her eyes were pretty and her hair was all muffed up and pouffy.
I told her my name after a while and I told her that I play guitar
and that I want to get the fuck out of here someday
she told me stuff she liked to do and then her name but right now I can't remember it.
what was the name of the girl I met that one time
what was the name of that girl
what was the name of the girl I met that one time
what was the name of that girl
Eventually she had to leave, man I thought, what a bummer
I was disappointed so I discreetly tried to stall
though I really didn't have anything to do or anywhere else that I had to be.
And sometimes I think about her, I wonder if she ever thinks about me
what I'm doing now and how that guitar thing worked out
I wonder if we'll meet again sometime sometime in the future.
What was the name of the girl I met that one time
what was the name of that girl
what was the name of the girl I met that one time
what was the name of that girl
what was the name of the girl I met that one time
what was the name of that girl.
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5. |
The Lizard
02:10
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Who will shut up the lizard
when fortune is heading south?
Who will tell it to put a sock in it
when its foot's already in its mouth?
Who will talk to the lizard
when no one thinks it's cool?
Who will ask it how it's feeling
when it's not the easy thing to do?
The lizard, the lizard, the lizard can't smile
cuz it doesn't have any lips.
The lizard, the lizard, the lizard can't frown
cuz it doesn't have any lips.
Who will listen to the lizard
when it mumbles shit in your ear?
Who will scare the shit out of it
when it only responds to fear?
The lizard’s heart is filled with cold blood
& its scaly skin fits it tight.
If you anger the lizard,
it can be kind of a frightening sight.
The lizard can't help it.
There's only so much you can do.
But, me, I blow it kisses
cuz it's something I like to do.
The lizard, the lizard, the lizard can't smile
cuz it doesn't have any lips.
The lizard, the lizard, the lizard can't frown
cuz it doesn't have any lips.
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6. |
The Light
03:13
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The light inside of your eyes is beautiful and new
the light inside of your eyes is beautiful and new
And know that there is nothing that I won't do to make myself more worthy of someone quite as wonderful as you.
And the light inside of your eyes is powerful and strange
the light inside of your eyes is powerful and strange
and if I had a chance to rearrange a couple things about you know that there is nothing I would change.
And the light inside of your eyes is terrifying me
the light inside of your eyes is terrifying me
cause oh why should it ever come to be that you could ever really care for me.
And the light inside of your eyes is beautiful it's true
the light inside of your eyes is beautiful it's true
and know that there is nothing that I won't do to make myself more worthy of someone quite as wonderful as you.
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You were standing at the closet, staring at the hamper.
Our dirty clothes will mingle forever after.
Come over here, sit next to me, like they sing about in songs.
I'm still enamored with the way your soft hand touches my arm hair.
Hold me close. Don't let me go.
Honey, I just want to hang out with you.
Hold me close. Don't let me go.
Honey, I just want to hang out with you.
You were hanging out in the kitchen, labeling the spices.
I was doing some dishes for a sense of accomplishment.
Come over here look into my eyes like they often portray on film.
I'm still enthralled with the way it all can still give both of us a thrill.
Hold me close. Don't let me go.
Honey, I just want to hang out with you.
Hold me close. Don't let me go.
Honey, I just want to hang out with you.
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8. |
Another Walking Song
04:44
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I'm not sure I understand why
every little thing that you have ever done stays in my mind
try to focus on some others but it all just keeps me hanging on.
And I go walking down the streets where we once used to,
try to focus on the things about them that I like,
like how the light goes through the buildings,
or the way the facades look out on to alleyways,
the way the trees line up, or where they hit the water,
all I ever seem to do is think more about you,
and I keep on hanging on, I just keep on hanging on.
And I've been trying to believe what people say to me that someday I'll be ok and I'm sure I will someday but I'm trying hard to do all the things that I used to go out riding on my bike and other things I used to like but while I'm wandering aimlessly I just think of you and me and I keep on hanging on,
I just keep on hanging on.
Cause there are days inside of your eyes,
there are tears inside of your eyes,
and I've had dreams inside of your eyes,
and there are eyes inside of your eyes.
so hold on.
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