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I threw up on you
I got queasy down deep in my gut then it just came loose
I can’t control my spray
You were sitting behind
me on the roller coaster and the loop-de-loop just messed with my mind
and then up it came. It smelled like gatorade.
I threw up on you
And you never saw it come in and some went into your mouth and then you too did regurgitate
And then pretty soon it was a chain reaction people retching and wearing others puke, a chucked lunch buffet
it smelled like new years day
They pulled us off the ride to hose us down under the board walk
Where they keep the broken ride cars
The vomit washed off and gathered in the sand
But when I saw the blown chunk puddles I had to hurl again
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There is something on the ground looking up at you
When you walk around, rolling with your crew
If you’ve come to mow or you’re pulling out a blade
Want you to know we don’t do well in the shade
(In the morning)
dew dew dew dew dew dew dew
dew dew dew dew dew dew dew
yeah babe
I need sunshine to grow
When people walk on me and they ignore the signs
stay off the grass baby what are you blind?
When I don’t get water I turn from brown to blue
it’s because I’m sad I am an emotional fescue
(In the morning)
dew dew dew dew dew dew dew
dew dew dew dew dew dew dew
Yeah the other day
a dog peed on my face
It was so acidic babe
then she went to chase a frisbee
Yes, I know you could be lush
so much better than a tree or bush
I will be your fertilizing farmer
coming to saves this sad little fescue
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Dan Hawthorne - Jeans On
01:37
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every time I get in the shower
all my clothes are stacked in a tower
but that’s not true
I’ve got a secret I’ll share with you
I wear what nobody knows underneath all my clothes
there’s always just another thing
I'm naked in my cut off jeans
yes I'm
jeans on (x3)
now you know I'm never nude
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Diamond life, carbs are king
There’s a starch that’s top of the charts, such joy that it brings
Cooked up right, and piled up high
When I ac-quire, what I de-sire, it makes me sigh
Pour on some gravy, the brown or the white
Or maybe some sour cream and chives
How could it be wrong and yet be so right? (No need to ask, gimme)
Smooth mashed potatoes, smooth mashed potatoes
Smooth mashed potatoes, smooth mashed potatoes
Topped with cheddar, bacon, au gratin, all the way
Just make sure they’re not flocculated or purée
(They’re) On your plate, now it’s too late
(They) Spill across and now they cross – contaminate
But it’s not so bad, when the result
Means more of the Russet, or the Yukon Gold
So pass me the butter because now I’m sold. (No need to ask, gimmie)
Smooth mashed potatoes, smooth mashed potatoes
Smooth mashed potatoes, smooth mashed potatoes
Topped with cheddar, bacon, au gratin, all the way
Just make sure they’re not floccu-lated or purée
Smooth mashed potatoes, smooth mashed potatoes
Smooth mashed potatoes, smooth mashed potatoes
Smooth mashed potatoes, smooth mashed potatoes
Smooth mashed potatoes,
Smoooooth, mashed potatoes
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When your hearing starts to go
You can feel it fading fast
So you crank it to eleven
And you think it’s gonna last
But you couldn’t have worse timing
And the people in your band
They think that you’re pretentious
They don’t understand
I’ve got ringin’ in my ears
Going on all the time
And it makes it hard to hear
Is you hearing bad like mine?
I’ve got ringin’ in my ears
Going on all the time
And it makes it hard to hear
Is you hearing bad like mine?
Now when everything you hear
Begins to sound like Rhonda Green
It clearly illustrates
That you don’t hear what I mean
The results from the audiologist
Didn’t turn out like you planned
The sounds that fill your ears
You can’t understand
I’ve got ringin’ in my ears
Going on all the time
And it makes it hard to hear
Is you hearing bad like mine?
I’ve got ringin’ in my ears
Going on all the time
And it makes it hard to hear
Is you hearing bad like mine?
You can spend a lot of money
And you can spend a lot of time
You can try the latest tech
If it will ease your mind
After all the things you’ve tried and tried
You find another plan
‘cause the sounds you should be hearing
You can’t understand
I’ve got ringin’ in my ears
Going on all the time
And it makes it hard to hear
Is you hearing bad like mine?
You’ve got ringin’ in your ears
Going on all the time
And it makes it hard to hear
Is you hearing bad like mine?
You’ve got blah, blah, blah, blah, blah-ah
Going on blah, blah, blah-ah
And it blah, blah, blah, blah, blah-ah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah-ah
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A milky bowl of goodness on my table waits
the only cereal that Mikey doesn't hate
I turned my back on you just for a little while
An empty spice rack space and your amused smile
It's not like I'm an imbecile, I see what's happened, I
know you put some thyme on my Life(tm)
I take a healthy bite to prove that you're a dick
expecting it to make me feel a little sick
that leather, earthy musk on chips of rice and wheat
knocks my taste buds directly off their feet
it's something so delectable, but still that wasn't right
I know you put some thyme on my Life(tm)
I know it's unconventional but I do it day and night
You know I put some thyme on my Life(tm)
It's far from undetectable, green flakes on milky white
You ought to put some thyme on your Life(tm)
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