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Afraid of the Dark
 
I don't believe you're afraid of the dark.
I can't see what you see at night.
There's nothing there, it's all in your head.
The howling at night is the wind in the trees that you hear.
There's nothing to fear.
The scarecrow who chases, just an old bag of leaves in the Peterson's yard,
pulled round by the dog.
When the sun comes up it's just another day in the town where you live.
Don't be afraid.
I don't believe you're afraid of the dark.
I can't see what you see at night.
There's nothing there, it's all in your head.
The ghosts in the lights, just moths in the night gathered up in a crowd,
with nowhere to go.
No troll on the hill pushing rocks at your house, just the wind and the rain,
breaking up the terrain.
When the sun comes up it's just another day in the town where you live.
Don't be afraid.
I can't believe you're afraid of the dark.
I can't believe you're afraid of the dark.
I can't believe you're afraid of the dark.
I can't believe...
 
lyrics: Dave Hiney
 
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After All

It's like my mind, made up my mind and after all we've been through, after all we've been through.
It's like the time, time after time and all the things we've been through, all the things we've been through.
It's like the day, after today and after all we've been through after all we've been through.
It's like my mind, made up my mind and after all we've been through, after all we've been through.
It's like the time, time after time and all the things we've been through, all the things we've been through.
It's like the night, after tonight and after all we've been through, after all we've been through.
Open the door.
Sit at the table.
We could have a talk, if you're able.
Open the door.
Sit at the table.
We could have a drink, if you're able. The door.

Original words and music by: Boat
Drums: Don Lapora
Guitar/Vocal: David Ledgerwood
Bass/Backing Vocal: Dave Hiney
Air Organ: Matt Shimabukuro

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Antenna Array
 
Passing Through the bushes, and over the trees its aimed right at my head.
Yes I'm receiving your transmission, full lights reading red.
Go ahead and explain yourself away, to my antenna array.
Go ahead and explain yourself away, to my antenna array.

Skipping across the ocean and floating on the seas, are the endless microwaves.
I must consult with my electrician, caught in you wire maze.
Go ahead and explain yourself away, to my antenna array.
Go ahead and explain yourself away, to my antenna array.
My antenna array.
My antenna array.
My antenna array.
My antenna array.

Hang up and dial again, I feel like we've been disconnected.
You sound like your far away, even though I'm standing right next to you.
Hang up and dial again.
Hang up and dial again.
Hang up and dial again.
 
Backing Vocal/Drums: Don Lapora
Lyrics/Guitar/Vocal: David Ledgerwood
Mumbles/Bass: Dave Hiney
 
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A Short Life (Instrumental)
 
all: Dave Hiney
 
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Banquet of Stars
 
Cows feed on stars, it's the history of the milkyway.
This banquet begins with the meaning of our lives.
Mr. Wobbles knows it's hard discipline, just to survive when your sensors can't show you the way.
Some where beyond... outerspace, with our four-legged friends, yea, all our four-legged friends.
There's a snake in a hole, tasting the air, feeling the ground.
Be careful where your stick your nose, traveled too far, into the fray, strikes your face.
Stars turn round your head, feel your dead, just not yet.
At night Moon Maidens appear, from their dark side, watching the fields of space,
for the cows to congregate, filling the pails of dreams, feeding the milk of stars,
consist of who you are.
Just like yesterday, and today, everyday.
 
Vocal/Bass/Lyrics: Dave Hiney
Vocal/Guitar/Lyrics: David Ledgerwood
Lead Guitar/Backing Vocal/Lyrics: Matt Shimabukuro
Drums/Backing Vocal/Lyrics: Don Lapora
Backing Vocal: John Glassco
 
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Big Coyote Fuzz Tail (Instrumental)
 
Drums/Guitar: Don Lapora
Guitar: Matt Shimabukuro
Bass: Dave Hiney
Guitar: David Ledgerwood
 
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Blue Racer (Instrumental)
 
Guitar: Matt Shimabukuro
guitar: David Ledgerwood
Drums: Don Lapora
bass: Dave Hiney
 
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Cats Fly Dog Kites
 
Cats fly dog kites, feather in the wind.
Must be careful dogs bite, a paw needs to mend.
Human beings live for friends, they live for Oreo's.
Throwing caution to the wind, then they catch a cold.
Birds bet, cats fight, money on the wing.
Must be careful, cats bite a bird may never sing.
Human beings live for sun, they worship it with skin.
Throwing caution to the wind with harmful evolution.
Worms duck birds fight, with a kamikaze grin.
Must be careful birds bite, swallow you end to end.
Human beings live for thrills, they live for climbing high.
Throwing caution to the wind, with a chance that they might die.
Cats fly dog kites, feathered in the wind.
 
Drums/lead vocals: Don Lapora
Piano/Air Organ/Bass/Backing Vocals: Dave Hiney
Lyrics/Guitar/Backing Vocals: David Ledgerwood
 
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Cattle Train
 
Cattle Train is coming to town.
Cattle Train is rolling home.
Cattle Train is coming to town.
Cattle Train oh oh oh.
Iím a man who couldnít survive, past the city on a bankers hours.
Too much whiskey, I fall down. I canít wear boots they blister my feet.
Sheís out on a dusty trail, a six gun shooter is her best friend.
Sheís rough in the saddle and she wonít wear lace. I woke up again in a bunk house dream.
Cattle Train is coming to town.
Cattle Train is rolling home.
Cattle Train is coming to town.
Cattle Train oh oh oh.
The stockyard is looking low, I know my baby is coming home.
When I hear the whistle blow, Iíll take her love like the engine groans.
Wasting time on indecision got to play my best hand.
Looking for that last horizon, heading out the lonesome trail.
 
Lyrics/Bass/Vocals/Nuts: Dave Hiney
Acoustic Guitar: Matt Shimabukuro
Drums: Don Lapora
Electric Guitar/Backing Vocals: David Ledgerwood
 
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Children's Song (not suitable for children)
 
There once was a little bunny rabbit, who love to sing jump and play.
One day the bad kids dun grabbed him and rubbed his fur the wrong way.
Now something inside of him is different, something has caused him to twist.
Now when you reach down to pet him, he?ll take off your hand at the wrist.
There once was a little fluffy ducky, who loved to swim around all day.
One day the fishermen dun moved in and now there boats get in the way.
So he went and hijacked a tanker and dumped it all in the lake.
Before the fishermen could get out he tossed a match and watched them bake.
 
Lyrics/Vocal/Guitar: David Ledgerwood
Guitar: Matt Shimabukuro
Bass: Dave Hiney
Drums: Don Lapora
 
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Chocolate is poison to dogs
 
This is a public service announcement.
For people who treat their pets like children.
Coco no no.
Coco no.
A sweet-tooth that persist in the family.
A weakness to their constant begging.
Coco no no.
Coco no.
Chocolate is poison to dogs.
Chocolate is poison to dogs.
Chocolate is poison to dogs.
Chocolate is poison to dogs.
 
Banging/Backing Vocals: Don Lapora
Noisy Guitar/Vocals/Lyrics: Dave Ledgerwood
Thumping/Backing Vocals: Dave Hiney
Dirt Guitar/Backing Vocals: Matt Shimabukuro
 
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Crisp (Instrumental)
 
Noises / voices: Don Lapora, David Ledgerwood & Dave Hiney
 
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Duke
 
John Wayne's Kittens name is Duke and his paws are flying.
He meows what he thinks, scratches out how he feels and no one calls him a liar.
The neighbor dog has long sense run away.
He's had enough of that cats scratch.
And all the cats that live in that neighborhood, look up to him and his scruffy patch.
John Wayne's Kittens name is Duke and his paws are flying.
 
Vocal: Lon Lapora
Lyrics/Guitar/Backing Vocal: David Ledgerwood
Bass/Backing Vocal: Dave Hiney
Backing Vocal: Matt Shimabukuro
Noises: Michel, Mary, Jade, Matt, Dave, Don and David
 
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Ever Little Thing (cover)
 
I act so dumb when we're alone.
My heart beats faster than those techno beats you played me on the phone.
You took the tiger by the tail.
They dropped your worst mistakes from message boards to minor cords.
And oh, oh, oh, oh, oh?  we're saving every little thing.
You saddled up and sang along.
Despite my best attempts I couldn't make you love me with a song.
The former Kings of Norways rule.
You changed directions like commuter trains and coastal rains.
And oh, oh, oh, oh, oh?  we're saving every little thing.
You made the leap in half the time.
I read your diary but that's ok cause I know you read mine.
Who's gonna document these days?
Some things were overlooked
To pen the note you finally wrote.
And oh, oh, oh, oh, oh?  we're saving every little thing.
 
Original words and music by Sean Tollefson and Tullycraft
Vocal/Guitar: David Ledgerwood
Guitar/Backing Vocal: Matt Shimabukuro
Drums/Vocal: Vocal: Don Lapora
Bass/Backing Vocal: Dave Hiney
 
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Fits and Spats
 
Dropped the knife, cut yourself in the kitchen.
Hand in the sink let it wash you away.
That's what you get when you have butterfingers.
A cut in your life and your down for the day.
With fits and spats you take off and hide in every mood.
That's when your climb ends in a stall.
With fits and spats you fly off the handle at every turn.
Let's begin your emotional crawl.
Searching head lights for the ones with the treasure.
High speed chase, has you end in a crash.
Are you in pain or is it just complaining?
Broken wheels and your stuck in a cast.
With fits and spats you fall back to the empty room,
That's were you'll kick and scream all night.
With fits and spats you falling back to the empty room.
Want a new life like the one in the pictures.
The end has you in a happier place.
But what you have is you washing dishes.
The slippery knife will cut in your haste.
With fits and spats you take off and hide in every mood.
That's when your climb ends in a stall.
With fits and spats you fly off the handle at every turn.
Let's begin your emotional crawl.
 
Lyrics/Vocal/Guitar: David Ledgerwood
Guitar: Matt Shimabukuro
Drums/Backing Vocal: Don Lapora
Bass/Backing Vocal: Dave Hiney
 
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Force Field (Instrumental)
 
All: Dave Hiney
 
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Freshly Painted Tractors

 

Freshly painted tractors, they are standing out in there fields, were they don't show their age when they till the ground.

Freshly painted tractors, come in a rainbow of colors, but the ones that mud around get painted brown.

On special occasions we will open the gates and let them go to town, teasing the cows.

Tractor, tractor your so attractive.

Tractor, tractor your so vain.

You like to look at yourself in the mirror.

 

Lyrics/Guitar/Vocal: David Ledgerwood

Bass/Backing Vocal: Dave Hiney

Guitar: Matt Shimabukuro

Drums: Lon Lapora 1/25/2009

 
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Go to the Circus
 
Everybody go to the circus, Going to the circus, Gonna go.
And the elephant he tries to kill everybody, Try kill everybody, Try to kill.
And the clown scares all the children away, Scares the children away, Gonna scare.
Everybody go to the circus, Going to the circus, Gonna go.
And the dancing horse is gonna kick you in the head, Gonna kick you in the head, Gonna kick.
And the human cannonball is going to blow you away, Gonna blow you away, He's gonna blow.
Everybody go to the circus, Going go to the circus, Gonna join the circus.
Ladies and Gentlemen, and children of all ages.
Now in the center ring for your entertainment.
 
Lyrics: Dave Hiney, David Ledgerwood & Don Lapora 1999
Drums/Backing Vocals: Don Lapora
Bass/Backing Vocals: Dave Hiney
Guitar/Lead Vocals: David Ledgerwood
 
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Holy Grail
 
The Holy Grail is in Israel or in Canada or in Rob's garage.
The Holy Grail is in Cereal wrapped in cellophane for the kids to find.
Your lover can never grow old or so the story is told.
On a quest for a carpenter's cup, worth more than its weight in gold.
The Holy Grail comes in your junk mail with Ed the Man in his Victory Van.
The Holy Grail is Blue Light Sale stacked on isle two next to high lift shoes.
Your lover can never grow old or so the story is told.
On a quest for a carpenter's cup, worth more than its weight in gold.
 
Lyrics: Dave Hiney & David Ledgerwood 2000
Drums/Keyboards: Don Lapora
Guitar/Keyboards/Vocals: David Ledgerwood
Bass/Keyboards: Dave Hiney
 
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Iron Horse Socks (Instrumental)
 
Keyboards: Don Lapora, Dave Hiney & David Ledgerwood
 
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King of Cutting Corners
 
The king of cutting corners, catch you in the hallway,
said to unlatch all the window and to open up all of the doors, then get the hell out of the way.
The king of cutting corners, said we can't afford to take any chances with him,
so you'll have to stay and fight, while the kingdom slips neatly away.

The queen said her love is dead, he's obsessed with quickness.
The queen said there's not much left, a crust of bread and her dress.

All hail, the king has put the kingdom up for sale, you can get it for a bargain.
All hail, the king has put the kingdom up for sale, but only for a week.

The queen said her love is dead, he's obsessed with quickness.
The queen said there's not much left, a crust of bread and her dress.

The king is lost, in the woods.
His short cut crossed, with no good.
 
Lead Guitar: Matt Shimabukuro
Drums/Vocal: Don Lapora
Lyrics/Guitar/Backing Vocal: David Ledgerwood
Bass: Dave Hiney
 
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Mandoor
 
Step into the Mandoor.
Put your hand on the sander.
Salute the commander.
Don't give in to the panderer.
Step into the firetrap.
Watch out for the bacon snap.
Set off the blasting cap.
Wander cross the topographical map.
Step into the Mandoor.
Bad taste of slander.
Electrocute the condor.
Open up a late night second hand store.
 
Lyrics: David Ledgerwood & Dave Hiney 2001
Guitar/Vocals: David Ledgerwood
Piano/Percussion: Don Lapora
Bass/Harmonica: Dave Hiney
 
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Mariana Trench Wars
 
Sometimes when surface dwellers fall overboard into the sea.
They loss there breath and start to sink to the bottom.
Sometimes they can drift for a week.
Waterlogged and a cellular breakdown, descends like marine snow.
Comes to rest on a stony table, where the unseen deep sea creatures go.
Mariana Trench Wars
Baa Ba ba baa
An eerie glow of bioluminescence lights up its over sized teeth.
The eels,the sharks and the octopuses, join forces to inflict its defeat.
A crab army joins into a tank cluster, to stack its clam on the choices meats.
The starfish gather in a circle, to watch there backs and to cover there feet.
Mariana Trench Wars
Baa Ba ba baa
 
Vocal/Guitar/Lyrics: David Ledgerwood
Bass/Backing Vocal: Dave Hiney
Drums/Backing Vocal: Don Lapora
Keyboard: Matt Shimabukuro
 
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Minibike
 
I like to ride my minibike, that's what I like, my minibike, that's what I like.
Faster then I can walk, I talk the talk, runs like a champ, I take the ramp.
I don't have far to fall, it's two feet tall, I take the fall, don't hurt at all.
I like to ride my minibike, that's what I like, my minibike, that's what I like.
I like to ride my minibike, that's what I like, my minibike, that's what I like.
I'd like to ride it at night, it has no light, so goes the fun, there goes the sun.
 
 
Drums: Don Lapora
Lyrics/Guitar/Vocal: David Ledgerwood
Bass: Dave Hiney
 
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Meanwhile at the Beach
 
Seagulls and sand shifts, swimming in the ocean, whatís at the bottom of the sea.
I came with a friend who, looked like my father, he was like a brother to me.

Ohh, ohh, ohh ohh
Ohh ohh, ohh ohh

I adjusted, sport sunglasses the sand was all that I could see.
The wind it picked up, blew us backwards closer to the salty sea.

Ohh, ohh, ohh ohh
Ohh ohh, ohh ohh

The last thing he said, before he left us, was thank God for you for me, thank God for you for me.
 
Original words and music by Dave Crane and Boat.
Bass: Dave Hiney
Air Organ: Matt Shimabukuro
Guitar/Vocals: David Ledgerwood
Drums/Backing Vocal: Don Lapora
 
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Model Railroad
 
In starting up the engines, you give them fuel to run.
Most reliable as you can find, never breaks down, always on time.
In passing through a small town, see the gates drop, feel the ground pound.
People stand at the station, but they're glued there, have no patience to wait.
Can't
Stop,
Gotta go.
Rolling hills, rolling hills, rolling hills.
Oh, oh, through the tunneled ground, over River Bridge, past the basement fridge.
See them kneel down to the track, the young control how slow or fast.
Imagination puts on a show, and lets them see how far they can go.
 
Lyrics: David Ledgerwood 1998
Drums: Don Lapora
Guitar/Vocals: David Ledgerwood
Bass: Dave Hiney
 
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Moving
 
Time to pick up, time to pick up yourself and all of your things.
The light is moving, the light it moves, try to keep yourself in the sun.
The constant drifting, the constant drift of the land and tidal waves.
Keeps you moving, keeps you moving to a place you can not stay.
Try to find a com-for-ta-ble place.
Iíll follow you, anywhere.
 
Lyrics/Lead Guitar/Acoustic Guitar/Vocals: David Ledgerwood
Acoustic Guitar/Backing Vocals: Dave Hiney
Tambourine/Backing Vocals: Don Lapora
Acoustic guitar/Backing Vocals: Matt Shimabukuro
 
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Mr. Pissed Off
 
Self taught by the age of one.
The more outraged the more its fun.
Throwing things around the room, let profanities bloom

He's the man that makes the incision.
He's the man that controls your decision.
He'll drop you in his prison, and shun.

I can't believe the words that he said, a crown fire burns off the top of his head.
Mr. Pissed Off.
Mr. Pissed Off.
Mr. Pissed Off lighting the fuse.

Provoking eyes with a detached brow.
Stoved up neck and a chafing scowl.
Quick tempered fist beat a savage tune, its a menacing brood.

He hasn't heard a word that I said, a crown fire burns off the top of his head.
Mr. Pissed Off.
Mr. Pissed Off.
Mr. Pissed Off lighting the fuse.
Mr. Pissed Off lighting the fuse.
Mr. Pissed Off lighting the fuse.
Mr. Pissed Off lighting the fuse.
 
Lyrics/Guitar/Vocal: David Ledgerwood
Lead Guitar: Matt Shimabukuro
Bass/Backing Vocal: Dave Hiney
Drums/Backing Vocal: Don Lapora
 
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My Bell
 
See how hard you can hit the bell.
See how hard you can hit the bell.
My bell.
My bell.
 
Lyrics: Don Lapora, David Ledgerwood & Dave Hiney 2001
Guitar/Vocals: David Ledgerwood
Bass/Vocals: Dave Hiney
Drums: Don Lapora
 
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Origami Snake Pit
 
You've opened up to reason and given me the thumbs up,
but every now and then you will fall back to your old tricks,
and your paper fix then just for kicks, you create your
origami snake pit
origami snake pit
origami snake pit
origami snake pit
 
Lyrics/Guitar/Vocal: David Ledgerwood
Guitar/Backing Vocal: Matt Shimabukuro
Air Organ/Backing Vocal: Dave Hiney
Drums/Backing Vocal: Don Lapora
 
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Our Yearly Watch
 
Ole oxen free, set the oxen free, we can't use them anymore.
The river twists and bends and leaves its banks again,
the sand can't hold it anymore.
We'll gather at the church, the steeple a good perch,
the water won?t come up to its floor.
And when the flood subsides,
we'll go back to our lives and leave the high water mark on our doors.
 
Vocal/Drums: Don Lapora
Lyrics/Guitar/Backing Vocal: David Ledgerwood
Guitar: Matt Shimabukuro
Bass: Dave Hiney
 
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Return of the Corndog Man
 
Corndog Man is the man who forgot how to feel.
Corndog Man is the man who forgot how to feel.
Caught in a government crank, you see his heart up and sank.
Corndog Man is the man who forgot how to feel.
Justice wheels are turning on the other side of town.
Corndog Man is coming, so you better not stick around.
Corndog Man is the man with a gun in his hand.
Corndog Man is the man with a gun in his hand.
Last chance to get them back.
They pushed and his mind just snapped.
An angry mob has gathered on the outskirts of town.
Corndog Man is coming, and itís too late to turn around.
 
Guitar: Matt Shimabukuro
Lyrics/Bass/Vocals: Dave Hiney
Lyrics/Guitar/Vocals: Dave Ledgerwood
Drums: Don Lapora
 
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Secret Plane
 
Secret Plane, I know you look at me.
But you see your vision is deafening.
There's no wars or skirmishes inside.
Still the sky is filled with vapor trails.
And you fly, through the hemispheres.
And the lies will spark the fears you instill.
Secret Plane, cutting a cumulus mind.
Releasing rain, the drops are ocean size.
Inner ear, a dizzying outer space.
Tripping wires makes me make an ugly face.
Someone else is looking out my window.
Someone else is shouting out my mouth.
My motors move me, in ways I canít control.
They seam to be taking me out of my house.
And you fly, through the hemispheres.
And the lies will spark the fears you instill.
 
Lyrics: David Ledgerwood 2000
Guitar/Lead vocals: David Ledgerwood
Bass/Voices/Noises: Dave Hiney
Drums/Backing Vocals: Don Lapora
 
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Sinking Ship
 
Sinking ship how long can you hold still your illness spills against my face.
Sinking ship how long can you hold still oh can you feel the coming waves.
A perfect Sunday portrait of my mother painting horses all alone.
Of lovers and of leavers still believing they are free to come back home.
ooooh ooooh ooh oh ohhh
Sinking ship how long can you hold still your illness is all that you are.
A portrait of my father as a baby sleeping underneath the stars.
A small pill of forgiveness I am giving to myself it's what I need.
A small gift of fulfillment I am hoping you will open and receive.
ooooh ooooh ooh oh ohhh
Sinking ship how long can you hold still your illness fills this empty mirror.
A portrait of your lover softly drowning in the warm waters of June.
A perfect Sunday portrait of my mother sending signals through the drum.
A portrait of my sadness finding shelter in the safety of my home.
ooooh ooooh ooh oh ohhhh
 
Original words and music by: Neutral Milk Hotel
Guitar/Vocal: David Ledgerwood
Guitar/Backing Vocal: Matt Shimabukuro
Drums/Backing Vocal: Don Lapora
Bass/Backing Vocal: Dave Hiney
 
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Some how Someway
 
Spread your salt to the earth
Lay your soul down to rest
Some how, someway, Iím in the way
Some how, someway, Iím in the way
A long long journey lies ahead
A distant world steams across the sea
Some how, someway, Iím in the way
Some how, someway, Iím in the way
Some how, someway, Iím in the way
Some how, someway, Iím in the way
A birth, a new, plane will fly
And a legacy is left behind
Some how, someway, Iím in the way
Some how, someway, Iím in the way
Some how, someway
Some how, someway
Some how, someway, itís O.K.
 
lyrics: David Ledgerwood & Dave Hiney 2001
Guitar/Lead Vocals: David Ledgerwood
Drums/Backing Vocals: Don Lapora
Bass/Backing Vocals: Dave Hiney
 
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Standard Issue Insect
 
In silence, you hear them, the quiet reveals they're there.
Antennae sense feeling and pick up on your despair.
In silence, they're creeping, through a crack under the door.
Crawling cross the ceiling to change the motion on the floor.
The Standard Issue Insect stacks things in his favor.
He will defy the truth with wings replaced by razors.
Your action revealing, he's dancing around on all six legs.
Your armor he's peeling, to release the stinger of the day.
The Standard Issue Insect's house is made of paper.
He lights around the room, sets fire to the hatred.
The Standard Issue Insect doesn't do any favors.
They say he's out for blood and blood is his favorite flavor.
 
Lyrics: David Ledgerwood 2000
Bass: Dave Hiney
Guitar/Vocals: David Ledgerwood
Drums: Don Lapora
 
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Texaco
 
Spent the night at the Texaco.
See the semi's come and go.
The crunch of gravel and diesel smell.
The voices they talk and keep us awake.

We showed up a little earlier in the day.
We broke down on the interstate, a nice man, he stopped and towed us to here.
We can make money by selling our braided hair, into bracelets at dollars fair,
you look good with it short and a burrito in hand.

Spent the night at the Texaco.
The police say, that we have to go.
So we abandoned our car and hitch hike out of here
 
Lyrics/Guitar/Vocal: David Ledgerwood
Bass: Dave Hiney
Drums: Don Lapora
 
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Throwing Daggers at Crows
 
Knife thrower sideshow thriller.
Blind folded he's at the top of his game ya.
A knife has never hit his assistant.
Hairs breath split by a razors edge.

Throwing daggers at crows, you know he'll never hit them.
Throwing daggers at crows, you know he'll never hit them, you know he'll never hit them, birds on the wing.

Time past and reflexes fading.
Better pack up and head to the country.
Forty acres leased with sweet corn, now. The crows tend to cut into the profits.

Throwing daggers at crows, you know he'll never hit them.
Throwing daggers at crows, you know he'll never hit them, you know he'll never hit them,
you know he'll never hit them, Birds on the wing. Birds on the wing.
 
 
Lyrics/Guitar/Vocal: David Ledgerwood
Backing Vocal/Drums: Don Lapora
EBow Guitar: Matt Shimabukuro
Bass: Dave Hiney
 
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Weasel
 
Try to catch the unknown weasel.
They think that heís a spy.
They say heís here on business,
But you know that thatís a lie.
Heís some sort of chameleon.
Heís pilot Ron or farmer Ray
Every time that they get next to him,
A haystack gets in the way.
Something caught my eye.
Afraid to victimize.
But donít you realize.
Not everyone has an evil mind.
Try to stop the unknown weasel.
The authorities will make him pay.
They say heís got a new weapon,
And fear will always rule the day.
Notify your next of kin,
Does anyone look out of place.
Profiling is the latest trend.
These are the ones theyíll put away.
Donít repeat the past.
Or sign into a pact.
A patriotic act.
That seems to disregard the facts.
 
Drums/Backing Vocals/Lyrics: Don Lapora
Electric guitars/Lyrics: Matt Shimabukuro
Electric Guitars/Vocals/Lyrics: David Ledgerwood
Bass/Lyrics: Dave Hiney
 
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Whirlwind Machine
 
Okay, turn on your whirlwind machine.
We'll twirl around looking for lawn furniture.
These things cling to the earth, we'll pull them away, then deposit them on your local highway.

Birds steer clear of the whirlwind machine.
Its supercharged winds aren't for the amateurs.
Kicking up in a flash and filling the sky. but its okay, its only dust in my eyes.
 
Lyrics/Singing Saw/Guitar/Vocal: David Ledgerwood
Guitar: Matt Shimabukuro
Drums/Wind Chimes/Backing Vocal: Don Lapora
Bass/Backing Vocal: Dave Hiney
 
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