1. |
Kicking Out
04:28
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Ok!
I’m impressed
Meet you in a couple minutes outback
The crowd leapt to its feet and the house doors
Flung wide open
The will
The way
If you leave then ill probably stay
Sometimes its hard to say no
To the things you really want
There ain’t no love left in this house
If your dropping in then I’m kicking out
There ain’t no room left on my couch
If your getting up then I’m stretching out
Look out
In coming
Frequencies of radio humming
I’m all set to play Bennie and the Jets
On a whim at the piano
Its time
You left
Taking back all the minutes I’ve spent
Keep saying I’m sorry but anyway
Thats ok with me
There ain’t no love left in this house
If your dropping in then I’m kicking out
There ain’t no room left on my couch
If your getting up then I’m stretching out
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2. |
Deep Moat
03:16
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I think of you nightly, ever so slightly
Cause if I thought of you daily, it’d probably derail me
When I call your number on my landline telephone
I hang up immediately when you pick up and “Hello?”
I think of you weekly, because you’re like sweet tea
If I thought of you monthly it could be the death of me
When I call your number on my cellular telephone
I hang up immediately when you pick up and say “Pronto?”
You’re a dreamboat living in a deep moat
You’re an earthquake waiting for your big break
Just stop
Living in a deep moat
I think of you yearly, but not so clearly
A thought of you every decade? Maybe something more frequently
When I call your number on my pre-paid calling card
I hang up immediately when you pick up to say, “Hola, como estas?”
You’re a dreamboat living in a deep moat
You’re an earthquake waiting for your big break
Just stop
Living in a deep moat
Living in a deep moat
Living in a deep moat
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3. |
Astronauts
02:46
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Get your license
Take a ride
Easy access
To the sky
Looking up from a parking lot
Looking up to the astronauts
Sixty miles
Round trip
Speeding rocket
Ready to rip
Looking up for a brighter spot
Looking up to the astronauts
All I want is to land on Mars
After that build a condo on a star
Looking up cause its all I got
Looking up to the astronauts
Started off without a sound
Sonic Boom! Look at me now
What will they do when there’s no one else around?
Looking up for a brighter spot
Looking up to the astronauts
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4. |
Dang Cold
03:16
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Summertime and I’m feeling real fine with my dime piece
Got some raw beats and a vest made of soft fleece
It’s lint
Glasses with tint
Switching from Verizon to a pager with Sprint
Sandwich made of ham and swiss
Baked warm in the sun then I stick it in the fridge
When its hot
I make ice tea
And would share a cup with you just say thanks and please
Thanks
Thanks and please
Sniffs…
“Gross”
Reach down low bring the soap to your toes
In the future we can all get bold
But for now
Its dang cold
My parents drive around with their top rolled down
Got their trunk vibrating with a beautiful sound
Or song
Come on sing along
Verse chorus verse chorus
All day long
Do the twist side to side with ease
One arm at a time through both of your sleeves
We can hang after I rake these leaves
If you could help me out I’d say thanks and please
Thanks
Thanks and please
Cha ching!
“Sold”
Speeding lamborghinis up and down the east coast
In the future we can all get bold
But for now
Its dang cold
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5. |
I Hate Surfing
04:08
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This world’s completely twisted up
And I will not celebrate your death
Elevator music finally takes over
After so many years of neglect
Hay in a bail
Found it on sale
I drove into the sunset
After fueling up at the rest stop
Windows down a lot
The waves… at night
They whisper salty to me
The waves… at night
They whisper salty to me
I hate surfing
I hate everything
It doesn’t feel like long ago
Our mothers dressed us for the snow
Mountains as teeth chew right thru the meat
That is vibrating all around your feet
Old lover
Heart flutters
You can catch me relaxing in a belt
On the couch in the yard
This life is hard
The waves… at night
They whisper salty to me
The waves… at night
They whisper salty to me
I hate surfing
I hate everything
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6. |
Shake What They Gave You
02:54
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I could go with you
If that is what you want to do
Here's a note to read
She wants to dance if you’ll agree
I should make a move
See if this lady will approve
If you want to groove
Then this is what I’ll plan to do
This is your last chance
To drop everything
And head to the dance floor
Show us your moves
Lose control
And shake what they gave you
Pull me out to sea
Using whatever you need
Eyes fixed gaze so cold
Like walking barefoot in the snow
Dip move
Point and shoot
We made the front page of the news
If you want to groove
Then this is what I’ll plan to do
This is your last chance
To drop everything
And head to the dance floor
Show us your moves
Lose control
And shake what they gave you
Shake what they gave you
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7. |
Architects
04:53
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The pattern begins
Held together by string
Stomach in knots
Hands in my pockets
Another mountain to climb
Shoes at the head of the trail
Covered in vines
Starting to bail
On and on and on
Fertilize the dead spots in your lawn
Walking on a path
Build by architects talented at math
As honest as I can be
Never find any tricks up my sleeves
I’ll pick all the fleas
Off your back like an animal
Surrounded by strangers I know
Some of them not half bad
I’m feeling good
And your a clusterfuck of sad
On and on and on
Fertilize the dead spots in your lawn
Walking on a path
Build by architects talented at math
I hear you say
To seize the day
To take a moment
To wait for a second
I”ll take deep breaths
And exhale slow
In through my mouth
And out through my nose
On and on and on
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8. |
Sticks and Stones
02:57
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Sticks and stones
Might break my bones
But names will never hurt me
Stones and sticks
Aim them at the pricks
That are ruining your life
When I get to heaven someday
Will my old dogs coming running towards the gate
Will a wise man or woman tell me how I’ve gone astray
Until then everything is gray
When I get to heaven someday
Will my old dogs coming running towards the gate
Will a wise man or woman tell me how I’ve gone astray
Until then everything is gray
Sticks and stones
Might break my bones
But names will never hurt me
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Mike Chick Asbury Park, New Jersey
Mike Chick is a guy from New Jersey, USA that has a new album out via Mint 400 Records. It's called More Thrills, Less Hills
and you can get your digital copy here.
In addition to these songs, I sing and play baritone guitar for the band Yawn Mower, who is also on bandcamp/all streaming services.
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