The Bull Moose After Party

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Things here aren't so good You'd leave if you could You can't seem to find One guy worth your time The message on the telephone is some old flame Back in town again and looking up your name You meet him at the coffeeshop but he's the same And you don't want to be the ball in his old game You leave him with the tab, grab a cab and now you're rolling back the way you came You don't have to sell your soul You don't have to lose control You don't have to do the things they want you to You don't have to wait their tables, let the tables wait for you Job where you can't think Driving you to drink Shift goes on too long Boss thinks he's Don Juan And everybody here has got a tale to tell The kind of tale that people tend to know to well You're running all around and yet you're bored as hell Moving on before you get a chance to jell You're living in a pumpkin shell and it's keeping you unwell You don't have to sell your soul You don't have to lose control You don't have to do the things they want you to You don't have to wait their tables, let the tables wait for you
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05:05
the first chord's the favorite of everyone indeed it rings of possibilities, of all the things you thought a song could be of all your hopes and dreams la dee dee dee dee dee the next chord it dissapoints, it dissapoints like me it heads in a direction, and it stifles other opportunities of what the song could mean la dee dee dee dee dee and now i'm calling you, and it's a sunday, and i'm feeling like a whore and now i'm telling you, things i've told you, about a thousand times before the first time i kissed you we heard different things for sure i thought it was a lovesong yeah, but a short one yeah, well you were hearing more we both heard different chords we're different that's for sure and now i'm calling you, and it's a sunday, and i'm feeling like a whore and now i'm telling you, things i've told you, about a thousand times before well it's the last time that i'll hurt you i scream, at the top of my lungs what the hell has happened to the way things used to be when freedom meant much more than living harnessed gracefully and i could tell you that i loved you and believe it faithfully, dee dee dee dee and now i'm calling you, and it's a sunday, and i'm feeling like a whore and now i'm telling you, things i've told you, about a thousand times before well it's the last time that i'll hurt you i scream, at the top of my lungs
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02:26
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
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03:52
Did you come here to say, I was too much play Or did you come to explain, that life’s no game Or did you think in your head, that life should be bled Well I’ve already read those lines and more And I decline, to undermine my time, here dying in the sand I’d rather be up in the sky And I insist, that this sweet tryst I’m in, will give me room to fly, and kiss From the other side How did you handle my soul, did you need control And when you looked in my mind, only anodynes And did you leave what I fed, did you eat what I shed Well I’ve already read those lines and more And I decline, to undermine my time, here dying in the sand I’d rather be up in the sky And I insist, that this sweet tryst I’m in, will give me room to fly, and kiss From the other side And my dreams, keep on falling down And my dreams, keep on falling down But my dreams, keep on falling down, they’re falling down, they’re falling down And I decline, to undermine my time, here dying in the sand I’d rather be up in the sky And I insist, that this sweet tryst I’m in, will give me room to fly, and kiss From the other side
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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
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02:55
I never want to be strangers again, she says There are tears in her eyes And later on when I’m all by myself, There are tears in mine We sell our love like it was fresh lemonade We yell as cars go by Run up to strangers and we tug at their coats And plead with them to try But you, you’ve taken all of my dreams And melted them to stone And you’ve skipped them across the water and they’re gone But you, you gave me nothing at all But hope when I was weak And now you’re gone, I played along, and I’m alone Growing up is just betraying ourselves We do it all the time A year ago I was in love with a girl, Now she’s gone I’m fine Well here we are together Well here’s our favorite song We talked about forever, yeah, Well maybe that’s too long But you, you’ve taken all of my dreams And melted them to stone And you’ve skipped them across the water and they’re gone But you, you gave me nothing at all But hope when I was weak And now you’re gone, I played along, and I’m alone And I’m alone, she left me And I’m alone, tired and weak And I’m alone, it’s raining, and I’m wondering if I’m happy Well I’m alone, talk to me please, And I’m alone, breathe me in deep And I’m alone, ask me to leave, let’s go grab a beer or something
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02:52
And if I knew more about fabric I'd be better able to describe your dress I just remember it was blue and it made you stand out from the rest And we were sitting on a beach somewhere You had flowers in your hair The sun was sinking down into the sea And though we must have talked for hours I can't remember what was said As all the words I should have used on you kept bouncing 'round my head You know I tried so hard to be so cool Tried harder still not to play the fool 'Cause something told me we were meant to be But like most things of flesh and bone you had to slip away Somehow I wasn't meant to have you then, not even for a day I tore my heart and skin out thinking about you, Suffered through a life lived without you, Hoping you'd come back when it was time But it'll be a cold day in August by the time I know what's going on And while the meantime weighs upon us I can act like nothing's wrong I'll just keep spitting lyrics into the rain 'Til the fates say I can see you again And we can maybe make up for lost time The problem with my heart is I can't keep the thing in line I'll spend an afternoon beside you and I'll need to make you mine I wish that there was something I could say To make you stay but that's just the way It works sometimes and I won't shed no tears 'Cause it'll be a cold day in August by the time I know what's going on And while the meantime weighs upon us I can act like nothing's wrong I'll just keep spitting lyrics into the rain 'Till the fates say I can see you again And we can maybe make up for lost time
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05:12
Well you started off, you were flying in the air Drunk without a care, on the love of somebody out there And your heart did pound, every time you’d hear the sound Of your true love queened and crowned, and the flowers were smelling like heaven There were walks in the park, there were kisses in the dark And proverbial sparks, that always precede failure And your heart did fly, and your soul was telling lies And you never asked why, this couldn’t all last, forever And there were, granted wishes and heartbreaking bitches And a world too inanimate to grab you by your britches and say That you don’t ever want to be in love, again There were days in the sand, we just kissed and held hands Dreamed utopic foreign lands, where we’d live together, forever And time was a blur, punctuated with a stir It was always cause of her, and always was never enough You start thinking about, all the times you’ve spent without It begets a seed of doubt, in the clockwork peach in your soul And your memories bleed, and your pulse is gaining speed All these thoughts are a disease, and poetry’s one of the flesh And there were, granted wishes and heartbreaking bitches And a world too inanimate to grab you by your britches and say That you don’t ever want to be in love, again Now the world seems strange, all your thoughts are rearranged And you’re feeling quite estranged, oh I hate remembering vacation Now you’re distorting pictures and dislodging fixtures And creating mixtures of truth and reality And your heart’s palpitating, as your world’s disintegrating You begin to start hating, the things that make life life And every time you dream of better All you end up getting is worse And the ability to truly see the changes in your life Could be the ultimate encompassing curse But intrinsically humanity cannot end on such tragedy So here it is the silvery verse, oh I must sing That there are prom night dresses and fairytale princesses And a world too inanimate to openly confess all its sins Love’s the...
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04:53
The people here are crazy They're trying to bring me down But I can't let them faze me I will not leave this town They're trying to get in here But they don't have a key The windows and the walls here Are big enough and thick enough To keep them from me Come inside and set you free Taking you hostage Was easy in my dreams But now that you've lost it It's harder than it seems Take me away The night before the morning after Is always darker than it seems You recognize the patterns But you don't know what they mean And if I had a handle on you I'd carry you from here And if I had a handle I would Turn back the gears Give myself another year Taking you hostage Was easy in my dreams But now that you've lost it It's harder than it seems Take me away I'm going to make you pay For what you took away You kicked away the chair You broke me on a dare And it's not fair, but no one cares Tell me I'm the only one Tell me you're still having fun And tell me that the world is going to end With not a whimper but a crash and burn
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04:34
So you want to be a hero Pull the trigger and you’re fast asleep tonight So you want to be a hero You’ve got the aces, better lay the cards down right Tonight, Tonight, Tonight Bank account is reading zeroes You pull the money from beneath the floorboard hold Walk to the mirror like Deniro You flash your guns and then you wait for it to all Unfold, unfold, it all unfolds And now you’re running as the years flow And now you’re waiting just to fall asleep to dream Your head is humming and your ears know And all you wanted was a chance to see it all Explode, explode, it all explodes
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04:09
Told myself I wouldn't say a word Wouldn't lose my head over the things I'd heard Take it like a man and get along Make like I don't notice everything's gone wrong And you, you're taking me for a spin Tell me this is not about him You lead me on a bit too long But someday I'll be gone for good again Nothing I can do to make you feel Lips are getting colder every kiss I steal Used to be I fit you like a glove But I don't want your body if he's got your love And you, you're taking me for a spin Tell me this is not about him You lead me on a bit too long But someday I'll be gone for good again Everything is telling me to run Get myself a ticket, let you come undone Blood like Mississippi in my veins Both sides overflowing and it looks like rain And you, you're taking me for a spin Tell me this is not about him You lead me on a bit too long But someday I'll be gone for good again

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Twelve tracks of nonstop acoustic rock. Arguably SWLLC's finest first album of all time.

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released September 4, 2004

Music by Misha Chellam, Dave Lowensohn, and Adam Richman. Produced by Adam Richman.

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