1. |
Gladys
03:18
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Verse 1
The moment that Gladys got off the Greyhound,
she wanted to go back home.
The nightly news almost rendered her housebound;
she said it's like the fall of Rome.
'Cause out in Guymon there were babies born out of wedlock;
The things she heard, let me tell you that you would be shocked.
If there's no peace in the pool for aerobics,
it's no surprise that she got a little xenophobic.
Chorus
But I'm just like her,
just a little updated.
I'm not afraid of the other,
just hate to be bothered.
Why should I smile
if soon we'll all be underwater?
Verse 2
She'd spend the morning parked on the couch there,
muttering some Baptist hymn.
Knitting the world's most uncomfortable blanket
to give to some unfortunate.
Cause there in Tulsa seemed like no one even knew the neighbors.
Who could you turn to if you ever had to ask a favor?
It's all just sex and drugs and paralyzing mid-day traffic,
and even worse, she heard the family 'cross the street were Catholics.
Chorus
Bridge
Born into the Great Depression, she learned to survive.
Clean living, hard work, something to keep you terrified.
The dust bowl or an angry God,
Dirty hippies or a communist plot.
I'll admit that we've all gone soft,
but was the Greatest Generation really better off?
Maybe.
Verse 3
When she'd visit I'd sleep on the floor,
while she snored all night up in my bed.
I'd toss and turn, feeling dejected
in a 20 year old sleeping bag.
But when she died, all these people came out of the woodwork.
It's like they knew a different person, but they swore it was her.
"Do you mean that paranoiac always in that purple moo moo?"
"Maybe we know her a little better than you think that you do."
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2. |
Priest Holmes
03:47
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Verse 1
Priest Holmes, what are you doing?
Are you making a fool of yourself?
You're signing autographs somewhere,
Some stranger is toasting your health.
Verse 2
The best thing that you ever did,
you can't believe it's all behind you now.
You weren't the best they'd ever seen,
but you moved like a cannonball through a crowd.
Chorus
And you know that you wish you could get it all back -
the years.
It seemed so short -
just an hour or a minute or less,
your career.
Verse 3
Does it still hurt where they hit you?
Are you taking pills for the pain?
It's like you came back from some kind of war,
and nothing feels quite the same.
Bridge
You probably lived more in a game
than sad sacks like me do in a year.
How'd it feel to hear your name
announced so clear?
Verse 4
When you were just a kid
did you ever think that life would last so long?
Maybe you just aren't that tragic,
maybe I've got you all wrong.
Chorus
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3. |
Old Timey Mfers
03:28
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Verse 1
Old timey motherfuckers
with their dumb, foot-stomping music,
convincing another sucker
to spend 50 dollars on suspenders.
Chorus
I was just a child,
now I'm old
and getting bitter.
Spent my days running wild,
now I'm drinking
and talking shit.
Verse 2
Gucci suit good-luckers,
they have the nerve to think that they earned it.
Top-shelf sipping date rapists -
maybe that's a little too far, even for me.
Chorus
Bridge
Even for me, there's only so much I can take,
As good as it feels to punch up from a very low place.
But if I'm being honest, I know that's a simple mistake.
I'm not that low down, never been that low down.
Verse 4
Sad-ass shit talkers,
sitting at the bar on a Tuesday.
Insulting each other
until one of them just gets fed up.
Chorus
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4. |
Don't Like the Summer
04:28
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Verse 1
Don't like the Summer,
can't stand the sunshine.
Get bored on the beach -
how long 'til I can go inside?
I don't have A/C,
so my room's a sweat lodge, yeah.
All summer long,
I'm just praying for the fall.
Chorus
That's just the thing
that's been on my mind - what?
I wasn't thinking of you,
don't make me invoke Carly Simon.
Verse 2
Don't like the Autumn -
fuck all these stupid leaves.
Oh, great now you're on the ground,
stay in that tall-ass tree.
It's a little better than
sweating through my sheets,
but then the sun starts going down
before it's time to eat.
Chorus
Verse 3
Don't like the Winter,
it may even be the worst.
The wind cuts through my coat
like some old Russian curse.
And then there's snow -
it's nice the first day,
then it's filled with piss and dirt
the whole rest of the way.
Chorus
Bridge
I guess, I guess that I can't catch a break.
Seems like, seems like I always got a reason to complain.
But my apartment is empty and it's 100 degrees,
so let me rant and rave.
Hey - you can't tell me that I'm wrong...
Verse 4
Don't like the Spring,
it always gets my hopes up
and it smells really weird
when the trees start to blossom.
Idiots start smiling
with their sweaters 'round their waists -
I'm happy you're happy,
but get out of my goddamn face.
Chorus
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5. |
Just Kitty Genovese
03:09
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Verse 1
Looking out the window at my neighbors
from my kitchen and I'm playing guitar.
It's like that skit on "Living Color" - Tracy Chapman
writes the sequel to that song "Fast Car".
Chorus
Looking out, I can't see anything -
just Kitty Genovese, no I'm kidding.
Verse 2
Drinking Cafe Lindo little later
and I'm twitching looking out at the yard.
There's not much to it, just some paints cans
and a Buick and some grass that didn't get very far.
Chorus
Verse 3
Why'd Snoop call it "indo" on that record?
Why am I thinking about this so hard?
El Alfa's playing from the speakers in the basement
and the back door of the beauty salon.
Chorus
Verse 4
Spent the weekend alone, now it's over
and I'm googling the symptoms of SARS.
The lights are out in all my neighbors' windows,
but I'm not going to sleep for a while.
Chorus
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