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Squirrels
Someone was talking about the sun today
and the things that they'll say
About how its going to blow up anyway
In a billion years
Someone was talking about the crazy day
that it's been
So kiss it away
Someone was talking about the squirrels today
and their radio act
They alternate from particle to wave
Yet they remain intact.
Someone was talking about what a shitty year
it has been
So kiss it away.
Someone was talking about this passing year
There is no sadness in seeing this one slip away
And it seems that's the feeling everywhere,
so kiss it away
Breaking My Fingers
I said Id really like to see you again you laughed and layed down in front of a train You know Id give up my eyes If
youd take off your disguise Id give up my sight for the Visions you see
Your breaking my fingers I broke your heart I gave you my word but you tore it apart.
I broke down your door on New Years Eve you only let me stay to try to get me to leave and now Im standing out
in the hall and I think I know youll never call oh, Youve got my number and you know what I mean
(worst line ever)
You dislocated my hip joint Ran over my head I offered a blanket and you wrecked my bed
(tapping my spine, ice pick in my eye, etc...)
track 7 written by Molla/ Lowery/ Krummenacher/ Segel/ Pedersen/ Lisher published by Bug Music obo Camper
Van Beethoven Music (BMI) all other tracks written & published by Robert E McWhorter (ASCAP) all rights reserved recorded
at Hermetic Medical Records; January thru March 2007, mixed and mastered April 2007. executive producer: Hector Chomsky
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The Waiting Life
and i dont get how you get by, youve closed your eyes, youre so surprised when you wake up everyday and
its not yesterday again if you paint the windows black the sunlight cant attack you anymore.
but you dont get what you gave up, you keep your home like a waiting room, and freedoms just another word
for crippled by your fear so turn up the tv set and watch them ringing in another new year.
how can you say its the end? when you never even really began, and theyre calling your name but you pretend
you dont hear, youre only as real as you feel,
and you dont have to feel a thing.
you dont have to feel a thing, you dont have to say a word, you dont have to sign your name or tell them who
you are, or even if...
you have no right to do no wrong, dont sing along with my mistakes, if thats what it takes to shut you up,
and move along, theres only one more verse to rehearse before you can quit the band.
how can you say its the end when you never even really began? and theyre calling your name, you pretend
you cant hear. youre only as real as you feel, and you dont feel anything at all.
you dont feel anything at all...

front photo by Martin McWhorter (Picasso, Barcelona, Spain) rear photo by Mark Lester (The Palace, Pioneertown,
CA) one billion thank you's to JOhn Mockmore, Derek @ CD Baby, Eric @ MonkFunk, the Lulu folks, and Tami for letting me
steal your words. Good Guys & Bad Guys is for CVB/Cracker and all the Crumbs, Sometimes You Know is for Steve & Rosemary
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Surreal
the distance between us is only miles the space between us geometry and i hope that this is real how i feel we
got everything on our side except for time surreal
so were standing at some turning point exposing how we feel and ill take off my skin for you surreal
Sometimes You Know
i can believe in fate. tonight, i can believe in destiny i can believe what the stars are have written out
i just cant believe that you fell for me.
a beat to which we are all a pulse. i can believe that everything is alright. sometimes when the winds blowing
right, in the dead of night and you say i think this might be love- and sometimes you know.
sometimes the world turns your way. sometimes everything just feels right. i can believe this where we are meant
to be . i just cant believe that this is for real. sometimes you know.
Let's Get Uncomfortable
You say you're not the relationship type
Well I can never live up to my own hype
There's not a force on Earth that can make this
But that doesn't mean we can't try
And two wrongs still don't make a right
I think it's up to at least eight or nine
We've got nothing to offer each other except
your space and my time
Let's Get uncomfortable
Sometimes you want someone to hold
and sometimes it's awkward and cold.
lalalala la la la
yayayaya yah yah yah
And you'll know my life is wrecked
When I'm calling you collect
We'll get too close too fast to make it last
But at least we'll go out with a bang.
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