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For some reason I always think about the girl wearing a Lloyd Cole shirt on the steps of the Cal State Northridge library. I should've talked to her more.
Hey, the name across your chest deserves inspection.
It says quite a lot about your record collection.
I don't think I saw you at that show
but I was kinda drunk so there you go.
You wear your heart on the sleeve of your band shirt, girlio.
Shrink to cling for all to see.
I just wanna sleep under the green glo of your stereo.
That's what matters much to me.
Hey, I wanna cross you off my "to do" list.
You got some but you only got the gist.
You draw a panty line no one can cross.
Go on and draw your boundaries. It's your loss.
The least you can do is gimme a call.
The least you can do is nothing at all.
(a little bit louder now)
I wasn't born on Leap Day. (too much information)
I could walk and talk on my first birthday
and by the next I was reading at the 4th grade level
and by number 3, I felt so pre-teen
and that's a tender early age to get so disenchanted
but all the other kids seemed to take theirs for granted
it's "Time To Change" forever
Peter Pan would be better
i hang my head and sigh
and calendars pass me by
ahead of my time on 2/29
2/29 i'm sorry bout your belated valentine
2/29 it's never too late to say that you'll be mine
so you think it's rough being born near Christmas?
try coming out on a day that doesn't exist
in 3 years out of 4
i'll have faith no more
in my god given right to closing eyes and making wishes
the combo of the hats and those stupid paper dishes
call me on march 1st if you've got the nerve
i could stand the test of time if they graded on a curve
and don't go counting candles
that's more than i can handle
i might live long but won't get to see 29
2/29 i'm sorry bout your belated valentine
2/29 it's never too late to say that you'll be mine
privileges of youth have been revoked
sooner than i hoped
i'm aging faster at a quarter of the speed
my will to live don't have a lifetime guarantee
i wanna leap off the deep end
i hope i fall on a weekend...
Silly cityfolk.
You noticed a bit of a country twang
from this city boy's mouth when he got up and sang.
Well, my daddy never learned me how to rope no steer.
Ain't never been on no farm.
Ain't never drank no beer.
chorus
But don't speak slower.
Don't talk louder, now.
Get off yer high horse
and put your honey where my mouth is.
You say I shouldn't wear a cowboy shirt
till I spend a night out on prairie dirt.
Well, you don't think it's right for me to yell "Yahoo"(TM)
Hey baby, can't I like Patsy too?
Well I ain't talkin' picket fences of white.
I'm just sayin' you look good tonight.
An almost note for note ripoff/tribute to John Andrews' "The Light". Seriously though, can I get my Mats cd back? I miss "Date To Church" so bad.
We've got some shoes to fill.
Flat feet just won't do.
Gimme back my Replacements album.
Can't find one for you.
Dear John,
Don't just sit & mow your lawn.
Dear John,
John Deere's fun but so's your song.
Don't you wanna jump around some?
Don't you wanna play?
Don't let your guitar get dusty.
Don't just fade away.
Dear John,
Got 6 strings that you can pawn.
Dear John,
Cinderella story prom.
A song about goodbyes in the sky, guided by Pollard in parts.
Guess who woke up with "It's over" on her lips?
and rambling on her mind?
Made a beeline for the runway down the road
to take off one more time.
There's no clouds to help the sunset
but there's a mile high goodbye note
I could've read forever
but that's all she wrote.
That's all she wrote.
And I am guided by the stars at high noon
and the big dipper in my mind.
And I am proofing the plane, writing my name,
whiting out blue in the sky.
T-E-H spells typos.
But it fades away.
But it fades away.
What does it have to do with Spandau Ballet? Absolutely nothing.
The Pavement is pounding
but I prefer the falling in the lap thing.
Can't you swing some connections?
Nina pass some pens & pull some strings.
All your cookies are empty.
Nothing to be read.
I look in your direction
but all your fortunes end in bed.
All your fortunes end in bed.
Quit yer complainin'.
Lord knows you don't need the practice.
In just two short semesters,
you'll be able to be pro at this.
and when I say "Man overboard",
it's more like I'm bored senseless
and when I feel like all the rest,
it's more like I'm just restless.
How do you keep Hope Sandoval and Grace Slick in suspense? I'll tell you tomorrow.
I've
got something to tell ya
I'll tell you later.
That way you can worry
And
worry and worry and worry
And drive yourself crazy.
Got no rings on these
fingers
But look 'round my eyes.
I don't need commitment
To sing me some
good ol' sad bastard goodbyes.
And no, I don't watch you buy clothes
that
he'll take off tonight with his teeth.
And no, the small talk just puts off
the big talk
That ends everything and starts giggles and grief.
Mazzy
Starship flies tonight.
Hope and Grace duet in flight.
I've got something
to tell ya
I'll tell you tomorrow.
'Cause it's way past your birthday
and
you'll have the whole weekend to mull it on over.
Not the right mixes
But
you came in sixes.
And I want my finder's fee
Delivered to my place in
sickness & health.
And no, I don't regret the conjugal visits to
playgrounds at night
And no "I told you so's"
even though I was so right.
Hopefully
I'll bow out gracefully in time.
It's for goodness sake.
It sure as hell
ain't for mine.
Credits:
Tracks 1, 3, 5 & 9 recorded by Pete Bejarano at KSDT
Tracks 6, 8 & 11 recorded by us at the Garden of Speedin'
Additional engineering & mixing by Mike Kamoo at Earthling Studios
Photos by Beth Twamley, Melanie Martinez and Oliver Deighton
Design & layout by Michael Brown, Michael Swart, & Adam Gimbel
All songs written by Rookie Card copyright 2002
except for
"Dear John" written by Rookie Card & J. Andrews
"Keep On Loving You" written by K. Cronin
"...in bed" written by Rookie Card & G. Kemp
"Last Nite She Was An American Gurl" written by J. Casablancas & T. Petty
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