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released 01 September 1997
© 1997 Jed Davis
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Track Name: The Diner
After all the football games
After all the shows
After all the dances
Where do we go?

Past the round glass case of pies
Over mozzarella fries
In our third booth on the right
A smoke, a laugh, a fight
But that's not all tonight
That's not all -

One more inside joke
One more vanilla Coke
And I won't be back for a long, long time
Let me finish this last bite
And I'll do my best to write
But if I don't, don't hate me
Just recall me fondly
Please

The ashtray overflows
The pile of empty sugars grows
The waitress says she'll be right back
I hope she just forgets
May she never bring the check
May she never end this -

One more inside joke
One more vanilla Coke
And I won't be back for a long, long time
Let me finish this last bite
And I'll do my best to write
But if I don't, don't hate me
Just recall me fondly
Please

After all the football games
After all the shows
After all the dances
Where do we go?

This place is ours
It will always be ours
This place is ours
It will always be ours
This place is ours
It will always be ours
Until we're not us anymore.

One more inside joke
One more vanilla Coke
And I won't be back for a long, long time
Let me finish this last bite
And I'll do my best to write
But if I don't, don't hate me
Just recall me fondly
Please

After all the football games
After all the shows
After all the dances
Where do we go?
Track Name: All-New
There's a nouveau monde
And it's time to allez
So baby, pack for success
And put the fucking yearbook away

You can all stay if you want
I'm kinda glad I'm not you
'Cause you'll be stagnant and old
And I will be all-new

I will be all-new

All-new

You don't bring toys to college
You don't bring comic books
Don't you want to become a man?
Track Name: Patterns Of Organic Energy
Run away from home today
Corner of Conklin and Main
Shiny bus is on its way
Metal cell though pavement vein
Pumping life in sync with the patterns of organic energy.

Girls to pain and work to drain
And schools to laminate the brain
Sealing out the fresh and free
Patterns of organic energy.

It's in a quark in an electron in an atom in a blood cell
In my heart within my chest within my body on this bus stop
On this corner in this town within this county in this state within this
Country on this planet tucked within this solar system
In this galaxy this universe whatever else is out there in the
Patterns of organic energy.
Track Name: Clothes Make A Man
I got a big red "S" upon my chest
I got my hair just so, and here I go
I strike a cool pose in my favorite spot
I got my shorts outside my pants - I'm hot!

I got a deck I don't know how to ride
But I'll never, ever be denied
Because as long as I have my nosering
I don't need to know a fuckin thing

Notice me.

I got a big red "S" upon my chest
I go peroxide hair, a glassy stare
I got a nifty wallet on a chain
And absolutely nothing on the brain

But all the girls know that these baggy pants
Are the secret to a great romance
I don't need a personality
To make the betties want a piece of me

Notice me.

I got a Miller can in either hand
I don't know where I am, but life is grand
You know I earned the letters on my shirt
By whacking off on a cookie and eating dirt

I spent last night in my own shit
In another drunken puking fit
But all the girls find me delectable
Because a frat makes you respectable

Notice me.
Track Name: Mean People Suck
Sure I'm numbed, man I'm really bummed
I even put my devil sticks away
There's no show anywhere tonight
And there's no hackey sac today.

Will I have to pay attention now?
Will I have to finally get straight?
Anybody want a beat-up van?
Say, does anybody know the date?

It's not supposed to be like this
Man, the ride's not supposed to end
Sure it's true that we had never met
But that man was my best friend
Just don't tell me I live in the real world now.

Brother, can you spare some sackcloth and ashes?
Cut my hair, dry my eyes, get my shit together now
Jerry's gone and the world spins on.

Pass it here, man, and pass me a beer
I can't deal with this right now
I'm gonna have to get me all the LSD
The cash machine will allow.

Maybe I'll go sell some stuff -
Anybody want a pair of shoes?
Anybody got an extra buck?
Even hippies have to pay their dues.

Mom and dad, send me money please
I need a little more time to mourn
Mom and dad, would you send me money please
I need a nice new car to mourn
And some dancing bear stickers to show the whole world I mourn.

[My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah, I adore it
Hallelujah, Mary loved her son
Why don't my mother love me?]

Brother, can you spare some sackcloth and ashes?
Cut my hair, dry my eyes, get my shit together now
Jerry's gone and the world spins on.

Mom and dad, send me money please
I can't ever do it on my own
Mom and dad, this is my life now -
You had better leave me alone

[Heroin is Nature's way of calling you an asshole;
Heroin is Nature's way of telling you your music sucks.]

It's not supposed to be like this
And I'm calling you collect to say
It never has to be like this
I'm telling you -
Light 'em up, thank God for Trey

Brother, can you spare some sackcloth and ashes?
Dry my eyes, load the van, sell some CDs if you can
"Got an extra cigarette?" Cool, I haven't lost it yet.
Jerry's gone and the world spins on.

Brother, can you spare some sackcloth and ashes?
Cut my hair, dry my eyes, get my shit together now
Jerry's gone and the world spins on.
Track Name: It's Always Christmas In Siberia
I drifted up here, wayward, like a snowflake
And as soon as I arrived, I wished that I was home
But a good friend said, "My man, this is your home now
Thought it might be stark as molten hell, as cold as frozen Nome.

"I know you're stuck a long, long way
From your sweet, warm house in the USA
And cold has more than one way to turn you blue
But here we relieve the inner chill with a choice word or two."

It's always Christmas in Siberia
Santa practically lives in this town
Such a winter wonderland, Siberia
And I never have to take all of my lights down

You know, I used to hate the winter
'Til I moved here, where it's winter all the time
It's been so long, I can't remember summer
Winter's all I know, so it suits me fine.

It's always Christmas in Siberia
Santa practically lives in this town
Such a winter wonderland, Siberia
And I never have to take all of my lights down
[Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow]
[I'm dreaming of a white Christmas]

It's always Christmas in Siberia
Santa practically lives in this town
Such a winter wonderland, Siberia
And I never have to take all of my lights down
It's always Christmas in Siberia.
Track Name: Our Helpful Public Servants
One more service charge for one more tow
One more traffic summons to go
Drink my taxes away as I pay for you
One limb at a time

I was speeding, but you're guilty
Two counts of highway robbery
Have a round on my ticket and numb yourself
One limb at a time

Rob me blind, beat me deaf, and choke me dumb -
This is what you're supposed to protect me from.

Did you find the kids who stole my bike that day?
Or the guys who Maced me in the face?
You fined me
One limb at a time

Rob me blind, beat me deaf, and choke me dumb -
This is what you're supposed to protect me from.
Track Name: Pal
Today I sat with three of my friends
Discussing herpes over lunch -
Sean said he had it and was taking medication to relieve it.
Eventually the conversation turned to AIDS
I just smiled and said, "Guys, I'm not afraid of AIDS
'Cause I don't use IV drugs,
And I don't know a single girl who would fuck me."

I'm a pal, I'm a shoulder, I'm an ego boost
And there's nothing between my legs
I'm a 24-7 complaint line
And I'm an all-purpose backup plan
If I meet one more girl who just wants to be friends
Man, I'm off to the monastery
And the only social disease I've contracted is bitterness.

Sean says, "Hey, it's a dangerous world -
I think maybe I should slow down
'Cause I don't know which of those ten girls gave me herpes."
I said, "Sean, you're a dick. Man, I can't believe
You've had sex with ten times as many women as me -
But then again, that's not exactly true, is it -
'Cause ten times zero is still zero."

I'm a pal, I'm a shoulder, I'm an ego boost
And there's nothing between my legs
I'm a 24-7 complaint line
And I'm an all-purpose backup plan
If there's one thing in the world that turns off a girl
It's a straight up honest guy
And the only social disease I've contracted is bitterness.

I can't believe there was ever a time when I did not know your name
Now it's years and years and years and years
And I wish I'd never heard your name
And we can talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk for years
And I can sing this song a million times, but this is all the woman hears:

Blah blah blah ya ya ya da da da blah blah blah.
Track Name: Ready For The World
In a coffee shop somewhere under Lark Street
I am sitting waiting, waiting for the next thing
Will she be a cool girl or another dumb idea?
I don't know, but when she comes, I'll be waiting right here.

And there are a million better places for both of us to be -
Tell me, when you're ready for the world,
Would you mind being seen with me?

Do you like it here, working under Lark Street?
Everyone's a hipster, everyone's a rock star
Everyone's a mover, everyone's a shaker
Everyone is everyone is everyone is everyone is...

And there are a million better places for both of us to be -
Tell me, when you're ready for the world,
Would you mind being seen with me?

In a coffee shop somewhere under Lark Street
I am sitting waiting, waiting for the next thing
Will she be a cool girl or another dumb idea?
I don't know, but when she comes, I'll be waiting right here.
Track Name: You Move
You write - you create and express
You roleplay (but not really)
You got over your angst a long time ago
But you'll never forget it.

You get mad when I give you shit -
That's how it should be.

You move - you get things done
You have stellar aspirations
You got over your dreams a long time ago
But you'll never forget them.

You move on when I give you shit -
Now wait a minute -

You write - well I guess you'd call it that
You put words down on the paper
And you are just another girl and you need to hear yourself
Tell the world you have a future.

I don't care how hot he is -
He'll never be me.
I don't care how cool he is -
He'll never be me.

You move - you leave me in the dust
That's fine, you'll see me later
You got over me a long time ago
But you'll never forget me.

You will remember this face this hand this mouth
You will be thinking my name my name my name

The song is closing over me, the words fall in my eyes
You're everything you need to be, I'm just another guy.
And all the venom in my pen can't poison history
And I'll remember you long after you've forgotten me.
Track Name: Capitaland
I'm giving up, I'm getting gone
I learned a lot of things here, and I'm taking them home
I learned that being an original doesn't pay
Because the people with the money only want cliché
They want it tried and true
Spaghetti-tested
Proven safe to sell
And unmolested by the facts
Who wants the facts? It's just as well
Tired of showing you; I'm gonna tell
Here's a metaphor you'll understand:
You can fuck yourself, Capitaland

You're all used up, and who will want you now?

I'm giving up, I'm getting gone
I learned a lot of things here, and I'm taking them home
I learned you better get used to an empty room
Unless you sound like Phish, or you're friends with Bloom
They want it tried and true
Spaghetti-tested
Proven safe to sell
And unmolested by the facts
Well here's a fact: You won't get signed
On a Friday night at Valentine's
Been here long enough to understand:
No one cares about Capitaland

I guess I'm all washed up, huh?
Who will want me now?
All washed up, and who will want me now?
Track Name: I Can't Help You Anymore
Four years for you
A failed experiment
Pulling songs out of you
Wringing blood from cold cement

I have to do it on my own
And you'll have to do it on your own
You can hate me if you want
I can't help you anymore.

There are so many songs
Buried under Albany
You can smother them all
But I'll take this one with me

I have to do it on my own
And you'll have to do it on your own
You can hate me if you want
I can't help you anymore.
Track Name: Fries With That
I hand you the $5 and it strikes me funny:
You used to have to beat me up to get my lunch money.
Once I had to stay out of your way
And now you have to say "Thank you" and "Have a nice day."
Employee of the Month, huh? You always were a winner.
Good for you. Now hand over my dinner.

Ha ha, look at the clown in the BK crown
Who was bred for success and who's now just a mess
Ha ha, look at the clown, it's a long way down
Going bald, getting fat, ask me if I want fries with that.

You'd better be careful who you say "no" to -
Someday you may need them to tip you.
Varicose veins and bags under your eyes
And now you go to bed early and wonder where they guys went
All the red roses are dull memories
Unlike the sag in your ass and the ache in your knees

Hey hey, Queen, where's your crown and your long white gown?
Now the prom's an old joke, so go get me a Coke
Hey hey, Queen, where's your crown? It's a long way down
Going gray, getting fat, ask me if i want fries with that.

Now the King is a clown in a BK crown
And the Queen tore her gown on the long way down.
Track Name: Silhouettes
And I turn to the back of the book from the shelf
To the pages that a hundred people signed
We were so quick to say "forever and a day"
But I guess out of sight, out of mind

Silhouettes, flickering shadows
Silhouettes, all that you've left me
Are faded names on yellowed pages
Wish you were more than a memory.

In the years since we left, we have changed, we have grown
We have all gone our own separate ways
Now we pass on the street and pretend we'd never met
Trying hard to avoid one another's gaze

Silhouettes, flickering shadows
Silhouettes, all that you've left me
Are faded names on yellowed pages
Wish you were more than a memory.

Silhouettes, flickering shadows
In my mind, the clearest that you get
Is a tiny voice all wrapped in static
Just a blur, just a silhouette.
Track Name: Enlightenment
After all the football games
After all the shows
After all the dances
Where do we go?

I stand on the corner of Conklin and Main
As the clouds roll in and it starts to rain
The rain is warm, and it weighs me down
And I know I'll never leave my town.

You can change all the faces and lose the name
But a town is a town, every one is the same
And there's gravity and there's entropy
And that's physics enough for me.

I stand on the corner of Conklin and Main
As the clouds roll in and it starts to rain
The rain is warm, and it weighs me down
And I know I'll never leave my town.
Oh, I know I'll never leave my town.