1. |
Gettin’ So Old
03:41
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GETTIN’ SO OLD
(Brian Stabile)
Scott Barnes — Bass
Bruce Hanson — Lead guitar, background vocals
Mark Orlandini — Drums
Brian Stabile — Guitar, lead and background vocals, keyboards
I wanna see broken barriers
I wanna see something new
I want it to feel like the first time
Like when you were in your room
Everything seems to leave me cold
’Cause I’m getting so old
Everything seems so bought and sold
Yeah, it’s getting so old
I wanna reach out and touch things
I never felt before
I want it to feel like the first time
When someone kicked in the door
Well, maybe I’m sounding a bit too bold
’Cause I’m getting so old
Seems like everyone’s doing
What they’ve been told
Yeah, it’s getting so old
Momma always said
“Show your money at the bar”
Pick up that electric guitar
Maybe you can be a star
Watch out, the living is hard
Gotta take care of yourself
‘Cause they might hear you
Playing on the radio
Maybe I’m sounding a little too cold
’Cause I’m getting so old
Everything feels so bought and sold
Yeah, it’s getting so old
I’ve been around long enough to know
Yeah, it’s getting so old
Momma always said
“Show your money at the bar”
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2. |
Back of the Bar
04:05
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BACK OF THE BAR
(Bruce Hanson)
Scott Barnes — Bass
Bruce Hanson — Acoustic and electric guitars, lead and background vocals, tambourine
Mark Orlandini — Drums
Brian Stabile — Lead and rhythm guitars, background vocals
we hit all the right notes
right at the wrong time
but time never stands still
and still I don’t mind
do you mind if we shake off
the shakes like we used to?
’cause we’re used to the back room
that’s our “room with a view”
one thing leads to another
and another ends up down on the ground
and from the ground up
it’s “drink up” at the back of the bar
so we better move fast
fast as the shadows
that are shadowing daylight
like a light through a jar
you know that young kids turn into old men
they been old men
since the day they were born
but they were born late
late enough to stumble this far
to the back of the bar
to the back of the bar
to the back of the bar
to the back of the bar
that’s farther on and on then gone
we hit all the right notes
right at the wrong time
it’s wrong that we aimed for
so our aim was all right
we’re right on the edge now
the edge of a hole now
a whole lot of know-how
just to know when you’re down
one thing leads to another
and another thing’ll show who we are
one thing leads to another
and another thing’ll break it apart
one thing, just the one thing
one thing hidden under a scar
one thing that’ll tell us
that we took it too far
at the back of the bar...
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3. |
Running Partner
03:35
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RUNNING PARTNER
(Brian Stabile)
Scott Barnes — Bass
Bruce Hanson — Lead guitar, mandolin, mandocello
Mark Orlandini — Drums
Brian Stabile — Guitars, lead vocals
Out on the street
Down at the bar
Back at your house
Hope you got a running partner
Watching your back
Taking your side
Go for a ride
Good to have a running partner
Yeah, run like the wind
Tear up the town tonight
Late in the night, after you’re done
You do it again
Do it again
Life on the brink
Hey what you think?
Let’s get a drink
Good to have a running partner
Pass me a smoke
Tell me a joke
Let’s go for broke
Good to have a running partner
Yeah run like the wind
Tear up the town tonight
Late in the night
After you’re done
You do it again
Do it again
Yeah, run like the wind
Tear up the town tonight
After you’re done
Late in the night, After you’re done
You do it again
Do it again
Out on the street
Down at the bar
Back at your house
Hope you got a running partner
Hope you got a running partner
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4. |
Good Old Dead and Gone
04:54
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GOOD OLD DEAD AND GONE
(Bruce Hanson)
Scott Barnes — Bass
Bruce Hanson — Acoustic guitar,
lead and background vocals, organ
Mark Orlandini — Drums
Brian Stabile — Lead guitar,
background vocals
we were faster than refraction
split apart of blinding light
with that prism making birds
out of our fingers
yeah, that mirror’s last reflection
dissipated in the dark
and a faded memory is all that lingers
still there’s time enough to while away
so let the faster clowns prevail
these days are growing dim though no one’s counting
the horizon’s getting closer
and fewer hours remain
make our peace before the
darkness comes surrounding
make a toast to all the
good old dead and gone
a toast to all the good old dead and gone
a toast to all the good old dead and
to all the good old dead and
to all the good old dead and gone
we could throw a whiskey funeral
stumble blindly in a rage
’cause do you really wanna know
if you’re damned before you have to?
but like a Maillard reaction
we’ll just taste better when we’re burned
they can roast us all as fools, but they’ll get no ashes
up in smoke like all the
good old dead and gone
up in smoke like all the
good old dead and gone
up in smoke like all the good old dead and
like all the good old dead and
like all the good old dead and gone
set ’em up, knock ’em back:
trace the rise and fall
set ’em up, knock ’em down:
what’s gaining on us all
set ’em up, knock ’em out:
slainté, skoal, cheers
let’s call upon the
good old dead and gone
then disappear
make a toast to all the
good old dead and gone
spare a thought for all the
good old dead and gone
raise a glass to all the good old dead and
to all the good old dead and
to all the good old dead and gone
I was faster than refraction
I could beat it to the punch …
faster, faster, pass it on
looking lowly, looking down
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5. |
When You See Her
02:57
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WHEN YOU SEE HER
(Brian Stabile)
Scott Barnes — Bass
Bruce Hanson — Guitars,
background vocals
Mark Orlandini — Drums
Brian Stabile — Guitars, lead and
background vocals
When you see her
Tell her I’ll be waiting for her
By the gates in the park
I’ll stay there ’til its late if I have to
But I know, no she’ll never show
When you see her
Tell her that I miss her love
I’m still with her sometimes
But it’s all in my mind
’Til I wake up from my sleep and realize
That she’s gone
When you see her
I found an old photograph
Where she smiled and she laughed
Reminded me of all the good times
That we used to have
When you see her
Tell her that I miss her love
I’m still with her sometimes
But it’s all in my mind
’Til I wake up from my sleep
And realize that she’s gone,
She’s gone, she’s gone
I just saw her in a dream
And it felt so real
She turned and walked away
And now I’m left without her
When you see her
I can hear her voice sometimes
Telling me It’ll be alright
It’ll be her
When you see her
Tell her I miss her
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6. |
Tricks of Light
04:24
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TRICKS OF LIGHT
(Bruce Hanson)
Scott Barnes — Bass
Bruce Hanson — Guitar, lead and
background vocals
Mark Orlandini — Drums
Brian Stabile — Lead guitar,
background vocals
I thought I left you long ago
a heart that breaks
with every chord change played
in a back room filled
with broken strings and notebooks
you can hide but you can’t fade
a harmony that breaks
before the notes all line up right
a v.u. meter blinking bright
with tricks of light
well, it’s a little like amphetamines
but now the thing I need the most is sleep
and the comfort feeling doomed and tragic
now just comes from all these magic beans
if the blood is set
to burst out of my eyes
then maybe I’ll be finally blind
to tricks of light
to tricks of light
analog back then we were
somewhat of a kind
then we went digital
and lost our bleeding minds
to tricks of light
you were my last d.j. when the radio
went on the fritz for good
so I wrote you one last message
on my cigarette just like I said I would
scraps of paper, tiny black holes
singed in white
burning embers taking flight
make tricks of light
tricks of light...
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7. |
Don’t Let the Devil In
03:28
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DON’T LET THE DEVIL IN
(Brian Stabile)
Scott Barnes — Bass
Bruce Hanson — Lead guitar, background vocals
Mark Orlandini — Drums
Brian Stabile — Guitars, lead and background vocals, baritone guitar, tambourine, seed pods
This is how it begins
It’s not all about sin
I’ll say it again and again
Don’t let the devil in
Make the sign of the cross
You can talk to the boss
Keep positive thoughts
Don’t let the devil in
Don’t let the devil in
One of the days we’re gonna go higher
Either that or it’s fire
Some people say
We’re just food for the worms
Think and do bad things
It’ll never turn out well
’Cause you know you done wrong
Aim your sights high
Reach for the sky
Pray for the win
Don’t let the devil in
Keep your nose clean
Try not to be mean
Love is your vaccine
Don’t let the devil in
Don’t let the devil in
Fire
Think and do bad things
It’ll never turn out well
’Cause you know you done wrong
When you make your own hell
And you’re gonna get burned
This is how the song ends
Be good to your friends
End regret with amends
A helping hand you can lend
It’ll pay dividends
You get it back on the other end
Use the energy you spend
Don’t let the devil in
Don’t let the devil in
Don’t let the devil in
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8. |
Supercollider
04:39
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SUPERCOLLIDER
(Bruce Hanson)
Scott Barnes — Bass
Bruce Hanson — Acoustic, electric, and e-bowed guitars, lead and background vocals, noises, loops
Mark Orlandini — Drums
Brian Stabile — Lead guitar, background vocals
you said i could spend all my days off
at the supercollider
you said i could sleep on your couch
if i got too excited
i said i’d reduce everything
to its virtual essence
you said i could stay for as long
as it took to get better
supercollider
if i was inside it
i’d be delighted
i said there’s no difference between
a wave and a particle
you said not to fret about things
that’ll never be known
in a supercollider
if we were inside it
we wouldn’t be fighting
’cause everything is nothing
but disturbance in a field
one quark gets perturbed and
miles away, its partner reels
we’re up and down and strange and charmed, we’re spinning on our heels
the closer you look at the world
the less that is revealed
you said i should pack up and move
to the supercollider
you said i should send you a postcard
when i get enlightened
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9. |
Favorite Song
03:30
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FAVORITE SONG
(Brian Stabile)
Scott Barnes — Bass
Bruce Hanson — Electric guitar
Mark Orlandini — Drums
Brian Stabile — Lead and background vocals, guitars, cowbell
Pretty girl, walking in a rhythm
Fireworks, the night is just beginning
Feel the vibe, something good’ll happen, Singing
She’s singing, hear her singing,
Her favorite song
Little boy, sitting at a table
Keeping time, tapping out a rhythm
Can’t sit still, rockin’ and a-reelin’, singing
He’s singing, can you hear him singing...
All of the world could use a good time, Catchy summer song to sing
Think of just how it makes the
Summer feel so good
When you’re singing, you’re singing, when You hear him singing,your favorite song
Pretty girl, moving and a-shaking
Neon lights, night is for the taking
Hears a song, soundtrack to the summer Singing
She’s singing, can you hear her singing...
All of the world could use a good time, Catchy summer song to sing
Think of just how it makes the summer feel So good, so good
When you’re singing, singing, can you
Hear ’em singing, your favorite song
Can you hear ’em singing your favorite song
Hear ’em singing,
Hear ’em singing,
Let me hear you singing,
The soundtrack to the summer
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10. |
Empty Head
03:58
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EMPTY HEAD
(Bruce Hanson)
Scott Barnes — Bass
Bruce Hanson — Banjo, guitars, lead and background vocals, chicken fryer, aluminum pot
Mark Orlandini — Drums
Brian Stabile — Lead guitar, background vocals
i’m thinking maybe i’m going nowhere
what do i have to show
for all this age and gray?
a lotta crap that clutters up my house
i go to look for something
I can’t find a goddam thing
where is that book that had
a right for every wrong?
where is that record, man
it had my favorite song?
the sun is rising, my mood is falling
rumble awake from sleep
at near glacial pace
I don’t got a straight job
and i don’t shave much
some days i work all day
in just my underwear
when i go out i wear my hat to fight the cold
i take it off inside to be polite like i was told
and somehow, something,
breaks its way into my empty head, why?
so where’s the payoff? i spend my day off
among my fellow humans
on this mortal plane
signals are beaming, someone is screaming
but i’ll be fucked
if i can make out what he says
to block the noise
i pull my hat down to my chin
and when i take it off
all the abuse comes pouring in
something cracks into my empty head, why?
courting disaster out in the desert
I thought I’d find some solace
in that solitude
so I went airless and self-awareless
the world was made for those
who haven’t got a clue
just peace, just rest, no wonder
what I’m trying to find
that reaches bell-like through
the clamor in my mind
everywhere at any time
in every place
and every corner
I can get back to my empty head
why?
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11. |
Breaking Records
04:03
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BREAKING RECORDS
(Bruce Hanson)
Scott Barnes — Bass
Bruce Hanson — Lead vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, harmonica, tambourine, cowbell
Mark Orlandini — Drums
Barry Stabile — Lap steel guitar
Brian Stabile — Lead guitar, background vocals
we unfurl our beat up sails
at the hint of a gust
‘cause if we ever stop moving
you know that we’ll rust
meteoric speeds are keeping us clean
metaphoric if you know what i mean
here comes the hiss and rumble again
our wheels roll on slightly out of the round
every couple of feet it seems
we pop off the ground
but each small bounce
is teaching us how to fly
maybe someday we can
get through the sky
breaking records
breaking boundaries
breaking free
i think you think i think it’s a joke
but none of that matters
the throttle’s wide open
or maybe it’s broke
we got smoke, perpetual motion
and beer in the back
CD changers, two tape players
and a turntable racked
that old vinyl tends to crackle and skip
but you can’t beat on this kind of a trip
breaking records
breaking boundaries
breaking free
well, the sun goes down and the most
we can hope is that it comes up again
and when the day comes
around that it don’t
we’ll be surrounded by friends
love and mystery sit side by side
from the morning we’re born
until the night that we die
breaking records
breaking boundaries
breaking free
meteoric speeds are keeping us clean
metaphoric if you know what i mean
breaking records
breaking boundaries
breaking free
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12. |
Help Me Stand
03:59
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HELP ME STAND
(Brian Stabile)
Scott Barnes — Bass
Bruce Hanson — Lead guitar, background vocals, hand claps
Mark Orlandini — Drums
Brian Stabile — Guitar, lead and background vocals, hand claps, percussion
Just an ordinary bub
Gettin’ little crazy at the club
Must’ve stayed at the bar a little too long
Yeah, I’ve been down this road before
Where my legs don’t work no more
Looking to drink my troubles away
Gone wrong
Guess I took the edge off a little too much
Can you do me a favor, come over here Now, be my crutch
Help me stand, Help me stand,
C’mon help your fellow man
Help me stand, help me stand
Strike up the band, gimme your hand
You know I got a little out of hand so
Help me stand, help me stand,
Help me stand, c’mon now
With the room spinning round and round
I fell laughing to the ground
Another night of crazy drunkenness
It’s becoming my usual view
Looking up at someone just like you
Wondering how I ever became such a mess
Guess I took the edge off a little too much
Do me a favor, come over here now
Be my crutch
Help me stand, Help me stand,
C’mon help your fellow man
Help me stand, help me stand
Strike up the band. gimme your hand
You know I get a little out of hand so
Help me stand, help me stand
Help me stand, c’mon now
Help me stand
Help me stand, Help me stand,
C’mon help your fellow man
Help me stand, help me stand
Strike up the band. gimme your hand
You know I get a little out of hand so
Help me stand, help me stand
Help me stand, c’mon now
Help me stand …
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13. |
Oblivion Bop
03:42
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OBLIVION BOP
(Bruce Hanson)
Scott Barnes — Bass
Bruce Hanson — Lead and background vocals, guitars
Mark Orlandini — Drums
Brian Stabile — Lead guitar, background vocals
irregular guys
in irregular guises
irregular heart beats
make irregular timing
circling drains
circling wagons
but I ain’t gonna curl up
or go out with my hands up
dancing the oblivion bop
waiting for the music to stop
drop, roll and live it up
dancing the oblivion bop
they say that hell’s just on the horizon
it sure makes an impression
and it’s got my attention
fire and bone
I’m tired and windblown
so I’m working my tan up
sitting next to the brimstone
dancing the oblivion bop
waiting for this movie to stop
drop, roll and live it up
dancing the oblivion bop
it’s gonna be all right
it’s gonna be all right
it’s gonna be all right
it’s gonna be all …
awaiting the oblivion bop
when molecular motion will stop
scream, cry and suck it up
breaking the oblivion bop
awaiting the oblivion bop
the existential bubble will pop
hop, flop and cue it up
here comes oblivion …
it’s gonna be all right
it’s gonna be all right
it’s gonna be all right
it’s gonna be all right
it’s gonna be all right
it’s gonna be all right
it’s gonna be all right
it’s gonna be all right
until it goes wrong
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14. |
Last Call
04:47
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LAST CALL
(Bruce Hanson)
Scott Barnes — Bass
Bruce Hanson — Acoustic guitar, lead and background vocals, piano, “cellos”
Brian Stabile — Lead guitar, background vocals
it don’t hurt like hunger or bleed like war
but like beggars and chooser
there’ll always be more, more, more
it’s not overblown here, it’s just underlit
so congratulations
you got a pretty good fist
everyone’s running
and I’m too drunk to fight
last call is coming and
there’s not enough night
who chases numbers or how they add up
’cause if nobody’s counting
we’re just shit out of luck
and no one’s unfaithful
between dusk and dawn
but the sun don’t mean nothing
if a cloud comes along
everyone’s running
to down that last pint
last call is here
we’ve run out of night
I’ve still got a drum beat
bass line and chords
my ears and my fingers
ain’t that what they’re for?
everyone’s running
and time’s getting tight
last call is over
last call is over
there’s just not enough night
tonight
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Dogpile on the Rabbit Hightstown, New Jersey
Original rock ’n’ roll built from the ground up by four amicably grizzled veterans of the form — grimy, uplifting, of the tradition yet shocking like new. Featuring Scott Barnes (bass), Bruce Hanson (guitar, vocals), Mark Orlandini (drums), and Brian Stabile (guitar, vocals). ... more
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