Is It True?
hook and line, fast and free
ball and chain and safe
Fallen Leaves
(General Snowbird)
Once you made me feel
Once we rolled in our sleep, and then
With a little wind we were gliding the skies
pull her in, keep your space
tie a knot with grins
Who left with our breeze?
What stream did we miss? And with
Just a little wind and now we’ll fall from the sky
lean on it, don’t forget
to stand on your feet
I like a groan, steadily
moving through the braids
Is it true all my love went to you?
Can I feel something simple again?
378
(Matt Sutton, drums; Karla Schickele, vocals;
Bill Dechand, vocals)
Or Maybe
(Karla Schickele, bass; Jan Kotik, drum samples)
I feel a city breeze
And don’t feel weakened
Or maybe I’m mad
Woman From Spain
(Jan Kotik, drum samples; Dan Littleton, guitar solo)
It’s such a sweet me and her, she says that I need her
To wake up and see
It’s such a rich way to dream, her air on my shoulder
While falling asleep
I’m in love with a woman from Spain
She and me are each other always
I’m in love with your eyes
I’ll fall into your stream
Costume
(General Snowbird: Austin Hughes, bass;
Jan Kotik, drums, casio; Matt Schickele, guitar,
vocals; Matt Sutton, guitar, noise guitar)
Let’s get a good picture of this man who’s lost his head
He might’ve been a dreamer but now he’s just
A quiet canvas covered in his blood
Miss old age has fallen to the bathroom tiles and
can’t get up
You wouldn’t believe it but her whole body
Feels like a costume hung on her younger self
Listen to the sound he makes when he’s dressing up
It’s just like a violin when you thought he was
only edges and made of rougher stuff
When are we what we think we are?
Those Are The Ones
I’m not working today
I’ve got my coffee and mail
And I’m sitting on a stoop
When an old man walks up,
Stops, and looks at my boots: “Those are the ones”
He’s got the same boots as me
He’s got the same boots as me
And they’re brown and rather worn
And if anybody sees another like these
Call me 22693
Our
Our might is chatter
Our days have deep ends
Our hands are frozen
Can’t shake this island song
Can’t break this might
Stone by Stone
(General Snowbird)
Don’t lift your eyes when you’re choked up
That’s when I get to taste you
And every bite that I’m allowed
Is gone from you forever
Moisten my lips as I watch you squirm
To keep your dream of living
I can wait for longer than you can
fight the weight of fearing me
And I will hide behind a face without bone
And I will take your spirit stone by stone
Look around you are sure to join
The ranks of those I’ve bled
Your days are ticking by so why not try
Being dead before you’re dead
And I will hide behind a face without bone
And I will take your spirit stone by stone
Josh
(David DeMallie, bass; Matt Kaden, piano)
Raking in the Green
(Billy Dechand, bass; Matt Sutton, drums;
Paul Winkler, guitar)
Rat Shack, sell your back
For a tick or tack
Hinky-dee, one, three
Raking in the green
Look a mental fly
Better oughta know
Rat shack, sell your back
Raking in the green
Hack hack, you’re a hack
Goggle are your eyes
Twenty-three, mean or lean
Raking in the green
Fill your brag sack
Drag it, wag your bum
You’re a hack, mack, sell your back
Raking in the green
A hundred people speak
with friendly greetings
Or maybe I’m mad
We’ve become these creatures
I try to laugh at these bitter brawls
I can’t believe we need this
And I’m embarrassed
We’d trade it all for fallen leaves
And I’m embarrassed
We’d trade it all for fallen leaves
Dissolving
(Mike Hoffman, drums in chorus)
Oughta be a love song, you and your beer
All the great men sit around wasted
Another tiny waif with a skimpy waist
To do what you say
Better check your pulse, you’re such a quick friend
Stabbing backs, it’s gotta be magic
Shots in every bar, tail on every night
I’m spelling it out
This life is feeding me
I’ll float with everything
Or maybe I’m mad
You crawled in lies, you’re dissolving
You’re empty and full of it
Traded shame for the big man game
And I want in
Chicken Attack
(Matt Kaden; slide guitar; Jan Kotik, drums;
Matt Sutton, bass)
Oughta get a leash your shriveling heart needs
attention, see to it
If you weren’t so fine maybe you would learn
I’m spelling it out
All Men Want Something
I guess it was the smile (all men want something)
That made a little sweat (sorry if I scared you)
I swear I’m not stalking (all men want something)
I’m not following you
Drive Right By
Drive slower, man
Seems like there’s a couple that needs a hand
He’s on the ground
She’s crying, and she sees us and waves her arms
And I told him drive right by
These things realign
I told him drive
Blood on her face
Mouth wide with confusion and violence
And as we near
She cries “he is broken and never fix”
And I told him drive right by
These things realign
I told him drive
Timid
for Dave, Eirik, and Matt
Strong man is a weak man
Just two steps away from collapse
Sticking his head outside where the breeze can
stretch his back
Weak man is an honest man
Timid is bold, Timid is trust
Sticking his head outside let the breeze blow off
the dust
You crawled in lies, you’re dissolving
You’re empty and full of it
Traded shame for the big man game
And I want in
CCC
(David DeMallie, guitar; Matt Kaden, organ)
Small Talk
(Paul Winkler, bass solo)
I worked the act, sold it to everybody
These plastic creeps probably aren’t on to it
I Watched the shots and hinted at all my money
All ages banished to the lowest rung,
smoothing it off, small talk
Wine and cheese, smearing it in our faces
Plastic men flaunt their champagne
The mystic-gifted mom and her man Mantra Sam
Invite me to a desert starlit incense feast,
smoothing it off, small talk
On and on, drop out and drone on aimless
banish thought to swim with the olives
What a din, what a din
All ages banished to the lowest rung,
smoothing it off, small talk
Wake up
Hold his back and lay him down
Anywhere will do
Clean his mouth and hold his arms
He might wake up
He can hear us, keep it down
Who knows where he is
He went over hoping that
He might wake up
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