Clones

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1.
03:31
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
2.
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
3.
04:03
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
4.
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
5.
04:31
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

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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 April 15, 2002

Music by Dave Lowensohn and Misha Chellam, with Rob & Blake Gearheard.

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