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Cards
04:14
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He's out past midnight playing cards
and in their dim sunken den
she takes her pill with two sidecars
Well she used to yell and throw fits and jelly jars
and every neighbor knew it
when he was out past midnight playing cards
But he played his hand and beat her straight
with a royal flush across her face
But lately evenings haven't been as hard
He eats his steak and leaves her
once she's had her pill with a few sidecars
Some nights he reeks of bourbon and cigars
Some nights she knows when he pretends
he's been out past midnight playing cards
He plays his hand all over the place
and she's at home under her poker face
They have a narrow repertoire,
like frozen tracks for trolley cars
She's slurring to herself tonight
and he's out there, somewhere
playing his cards
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2. |
Worse Mistakes
03:40
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She cracks a pack of cigarettes
and lets the cellophane fall away
Oh she knows she'll quit eventually
maybe someday soon but not today
Cause like the smoke she blows out into space
she's drifting in the wake
of worse mistakes
She's held together loosely
like a junkyard car rusty and decayed
Oh she knows she'll quit eventually
someday soon she knows she's gonna breakdown
But she can't think about tomorrow
while she's keeping up the pace
of worse mistakes
She's living like an avalanche
collecting harder questions on the way down.
Like how long can she keep it up
and how much can she take before pays
in the backseat of a strangers car
pinned under the weight
of worse mistakes
Last night she stalled in mid-mistake
sprawled out like a broken flower vase
With no one there to lift her up
no one there to claim her broken face
Tucked away in Sunday's paper like a bottle in a tide
of worse mistakes
Tucked away in Sunday's paper like a bottle in a tide
of worse mistakes
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3. |
Ragged Dick
03:10
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You wake up at 4 to the white noise and snow
and you reach over her and you grope for your ready remote
and with a push of your finger it's gone
and you wrestle with sheets till you give in and turn it back on
Now you're marching in circles to the rhythms of squares
You tap out a beat in the corner where nobody cares
And you're wondering how it could be
you're on the 2 and the 4 and she's hopelessly on 1 and 3
When will the end take the middle away
And the enemies aim at each other and fire and fade
like the screen on the old RCA
you turn off every night
and roll over with nothing to say
Just when you know it it's too late to change
You'll be standing in line at the grocer just acting your age
And when all of your cans have been scanned
you'll forget what it was you remembered and heat up the ham
Kites in the trash can and clouds in the sky
Horatio Alger fell off of his treadmill and died
But the motor purred into the night
like a lover who sighs when you turn off the tube
and the lights
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4. |
Defrost
00:51
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5. |
Hearsed & Rehearsed
02:38
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The fruits are rotten and they're making a stink
and you can hear it from the far side of town
Well everybody's wearing earplugs baby
but nobody's turning down
Hoisting their sails into the flaccid breeze
Hitchhiking naked on a dead-end street
And I laugh out loud until I get a look down
and see my underwear on top of my feet
Jester jester, tongue a blister
That's what you get for giving head to transistors
No one can wait to hear your hidden advice
but if you can't think once you can't think twice
You've got everything we need
to feel complete
Singin' "oooh baby save me yeah well, maybe maybe"
Do do do do do do do
ba da da da da da da da da da da
Ooh ooh oooh
I had a fresh idea, it was a sandblasted notion
like a flower off the top of my head
And when that idea cocoon was gettin' ready to bloom
I was waitin' with my butterfly net
We got together and we gave it a try
The more we flapped its wings well then
the less it could fly
but we hearsed and rehearsed it 500 times
until our fingers were blistered and red
Singin' "oooh baby save me, yeah well, maybe maybe"
Do do do do do do do
ba da da da da da da da da da da
Ooh ooh oooh
And we hearsed and rehearsed it 500 times
'til it was flawless and perfectly dead
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In the End
03:17
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A modern version of the ol' Can Can
has the world in single-file
And in the end as at the start
and in the end is where it smarts
In the end we bent our friends
and had ourselves a time
pretending boots and backsides rhyme
Babies just don't die much anymore
Close the doors and go to sleep
Can't see the forest for the tree stumps
that I dance on tenderly
In the end we danced and sang
and banged on tambourines
it was a tribute to the trees
Wake up with a word stuck in your mind
say it once too many times.
Feels like that first time years ago
you saw yourself on video
In the end was empty
as a dance floor and the insides
of the man fresh from the can
Celebrate the moments
of your re-constructed youth
and a Spanish man will clean up after you
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7. |
People Are Yelling
02:41
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People are yelling!
People are yelling!
People are yelling!
They're yelling and yellin
People are yelling!
People are yelling!
People are yelling!
They're showin' off fillings
In line
in traffic
in stadiums
in unison
At work
at the store
at the kids
at the top of their lungs
People are yelling!
People are yelling!
People are yelling!
Yelling and yellin.
People are yelling!
People are yelling!
Their voices are spilling when
People are yelling
They're strangling the air
They call each other names
Their faces get so red
you can see their veins
People are yelling!
People are yelling!
People are yelling!
Everywhere yellin'.
People are yelling!
People are yelling!
People are yelling!
They're yellin' and yellin'
On stage
on talk shows
on wax
on the verge of collapsing
In videos incomprehensibly
at the wall
at the end of the day
Well it's everywhere you are
Anger's all the rage
Everything's a blast
of verbal hand grenades
People are yelling!
People are yelling!
People are yelling!
People are yelling!
I can't tell you what you wanna hear
I can't tell you what you wanna hear
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First I introduce a motive
reduce it carefully
As we mount a little tension
Your attention starts to pique
The centerpiece is a soft release
It's a lease on time with the inside rhyming
I pretend the world is ending
You pretend you believe
When you find yourself astray
with the ashtray overflowing
your habit's been ingrained
It's a comfort to come home
And take the ride another time
It's a nice device to repeat yourself
When you feel sure, it's all yours
So I say it twice say it twice
Now you know and yes it's true:
I don't have a song to sing but baby I've got you
Now we've made it past the bridge
where we all "Jump Back" like a Go-Go
We're racing down the ridge
I think I've told you all I know
So take the ride another time
It's a nice device to repeat yourself
When you feel sure, it's all yours
So I say it twice, say it twice!
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Choo Choo La Rouge Boston, Massachusetts
Choo Choo la Rouge is a guitar/ bass/ drums rock trio from Providence, Seattle, Boston, Anywhere, USA. Their songs are equal parts Kinks, Richman, Zevon, Big Star, Dylan, and more. They’re celebrating the release of their third full-length album, The Sunshine State, available April 5 on Kiam Records ... more
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