Clones

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"We recorded Clones over a weekend in April '02 and have been wondering what to do with it ever since. After years of letting it run free, we ultimately decided to put it on the internet, where it remains to this day."

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released 15 April 2002
Music by Dave Lowensohn and Misha Chellam, with Rob & Blake Gearheard.

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Track Name: Clones
He writes books and she buys pants
They listen to the television, go to the dance
She's looking for the hookup, he's looking for romance
He's giving her a look although he never had a chance

With the white girl listening to hip-hop
Driving on a Tuesday in her daddy's SUV
'Cause it's a white boy kicking it in flip-flops
Representing uptown chilly cooling cold like a G

Who's set to spread the lips, spread the seed, spread the word
That the private reserve won't be tapped by a nerd
He's out to set you straight what you thought that you heard
That the breaking of the pack had straight never occurred

And everywhere I look I see the same shirt
Talking 'bout BanaCrombie AberGap and Fitch on the one-two
And everywhere I go I hear the same song
Talking bout the Fat Pink ZeppeJimi DaveBob Crew

I'm thinking we're in trouble 'cause unless I'm seeing double
We've been slowly taken over by clones
Did you ever stop and wonder if the world is going under for the
Sake of keeping up with the Joneses
Fucking up the timing 'cause we never got the rhyming
I've been stealing all my riffs from the Stones
The world'll start burning when the tables stop turning
I can feel it in the back of my bones

The wood grain of the windowpane
Has been covered up with siding to protect it from the rain
The driveway begins at the end of the drain
'Cause the houses in my neighborhood they all look the same

We come home at six, scratch the heads of our pets
Crack a beer and watch the news and that's as good as it gets
Feed the kids, fuck the wife, pay the credit card debts
If there's more to life than this we haven't found it yet

But we go to the office and we go to the church
And we go to the pusherman to help us with the search
'Cause we wanna stop dying the life we could be living
Jocking cock with Deepak, Doc Spock and David Niven

Only everywhere I go I see the same shirt
Talking 'bout the Perry Farrah Lauren Prada Chaps on the one-two
And everywhere I go I hear the same song
Talking 'bout the smooth flat jazz of FM 102

I'm thinking we're in trouble 'cause unless I'm seeing double
We've been slowly taken over by clones
Did you ever stop and wonder if the world is going under for the
Sake of keeping up with the Jones-es
Fucking up the timing 'cause we never got the rhyming
I've been stealing all my riffs from the Stones
The world'll start burning when the tables stop turning
I can feel it in the back of my bones
Track Name: Hitchhiker's Guide
Before you say a word I should tell you that I've heard it all before
And you should probably save your breath
Your feelings of disgust, your thinly veiled mistrust
My friends have lectured me to death

The people on the news predicted he would lose
And this was never part of anybody's thoughts
But something must have gave, or someone must have caved
'Cause now he's up there and they're calling all the shots

And now most everyone's been taking turns at pointing out the flaws
Accusing us of sabotage and fracturing the cause
With fingers pointing everywhere and flapping of the jaws
I just avert my eyes and take the abuse

In social situations I keep mostly to myself
'Cause no one wants to hear about my failing mental health
And party conversation, I just keep it on the shelf
'Cause I've discovered it's of very little use

And now I'm here
Stopped at the red light
Watching the headlights
And what if it's all a trick that I fell for
It's happened before more times than I would care to own up to
And I don't know about you
But I've been getting so tired
Of holding out my thumb for salvation
The indication is that no one really feels like slowing down

I listen to the Clash, I separate my trash
I'm pretty vocal when I feel like things are getting out of hand
But nothing that I do is ever getting through
And I just wonder if nobody understands at all

The revolution won't be televised 'cause television's free
And no one's really sure just what the price is going to be
We're slowly going broke, our scene's become a joke
For coked-up funnymen and everyone but me

I like to think that what we had was more than just a fad
That it was rooted in some bigger kind of truth
But friends just shake their heads, make jokes about the Dead
And tell me that they used to think the same things in their youth

I'm stopped at the red light
Watching for headlights
And what if it's all a trick that I fell for
It's happened before more times than I would care to own up to
And I don't know about you
But I've been getting so tired
Of holding out my thumb for salvation
The indication is that no one really feels like slowing down
Track Name: Beach Song
Woke up this morning it was 1969 and I was
Tangled up like christmas lights around an old girlfriend of mine
We'd watch the east bring up the dawn, race west and drink our kisses as the
Sun sank down to drown within the sea

Seasons came and seasons went, love got made and love got meant
Wake up late to pass out spent, play all day and pay the rent
And things were finally starting to make sense, the world was ours to save
And every day it seemed like it could last forever

Woke up from that dream and it was 2001
Shirts tucked in and drinks with gin and living on the run
Our happy ending never got around to getting done, it seems like
Everyone's still playing games but they sure don't look like fun, and they tell me

You don't have to change the world, you don't have to save the girl
You don't have to live your life like you believe in something more
You shouldn't want for her to wait, you're pretty good but you're not great
Just sit back down and take your mind off everything you think you should do

People I meet say to cover your feet and try a different pair of shoes every night
But what do you do when it's shoe number two that seems to be the one you fit just right
Do you go ahead and roll with the moment even though you both know it's gonna
Hurt like a mother when your foot comes out
Or do you throw it away and keep shopping
Or think about stopping there to wear it till the sole gives out

And I'll be back to save the world, sing my songs and get that girl
And I will try to live my life like I believe in something more
And when it all seems less than great I guess I'll put my trust in fate
Just sit back down and take my mind off and try to stop aching for you
Track Name: Blood On The Frets
Just another westside story
A California kid out to drink himself to glorious excess tonight
I'm dressed to fight, and maybe get my shit together if it sets just right

'Cause I've been walking like a hawk with too much on my mind
Staring at the clock and taking what I can find
To let the tension increase I need a tension release
To find some quiet for my head and not to mention some peace

So it's a no tie, bringing Y.O.B. affair
People getting stupid and forgetting their cares
It's just a Saturday scene, you know what I mean
I find some people in the crowd to stick myself in between

Soft-spoken, pot-smoking through the broken-down curls
But I never hit my stride with the southern-fried girls
This one's got a sun dress, the other's got pearls
Nice and easy on the eyes but never rocking my world

And now I'm homebound thinking 'bout a girl that I shouldn't
Start to write a letter though I told myself I wouldn't
Pine away for her, I'd pray for her, if I thought there was a God
Who'd let me stay with her

Did she get my last tape, did she think it was great
Did she kick herself again for not remaining my mate
Or did she throw it away, get on with her day
And cuddle up against a lover in the usual way

My eyes are wet, there's blood on the frets
And something's telling me that this is good as it gets
Until the next go-round, I've got to slow down
Or I'll be just another topic for the talk of the town

I got a brand new cell, but it's the same old hell
I'm just a walking sack of sorrow with a story to tell
But in a city of shit, who's got the patience to sit
And watch a broken-hearted emissary throwing a fit

The bile rising up in my throat's straight acidic
My record with the women like Ted's at Chappaquiddick
It's the wrong track, but you can never go back
And now I'm down and out the mission with a head full of flak

It's holding me upright, but making me uptight
And bouncing out my speakers so it's keeping me up nights
I'm broken in two but what the fuck can I do
I try to clear my mind but only find I'm thinking of you

'Cause while the lovers make love in moonlit parks
I'm drinking Heineken and playing with myself in the dark
I like to think that you're mine, and everything's fine
That I could take you home tonight and not be way out of line

My eyes are wet, there's blood on the frets
And something's telling me that this is good as it gets
Until the next go-round, I've got to slow down
Or I'll be just another topic for the talk of the town
Track Name: Divided
We were like the last Indians
Defending our own land with desperate hands
We were told that youthful love grows old
And nothing's here to stay, to stow our love away

And you were high upon my shoulders
And you were trying to reach the stars
And you were certain that if you wished it hard enough
Then it would be just us again

The bugle sounds, the uniforms come in
With flags to shield their sins, my doorbell rings
The new-found girl, she says to move on fast
A silent treaty's made, I've signed my love away

And you were high upon my shoulders
And you were trying to reach the stars
And you were certain that if you wished it hard enough
Then it would be just us again

So here I stand, oh I have traded for
More stable living plans to meet demands
Our sacred grounds, oh we knew secrets
That we thought we'd never tell, now others know as well

And you were high upon my shoulders
And you were trying to reach the stars
And you were certain that if you wished it hard enough
Then it would be just us again