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Demonstration

by A Paper Tugboat

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1.
I was a big fool I was a liar cheating my limbs but now I've retired to spend my evenings up in my head. A girl in a green dress She moves so soft and sweet in the street all stuck in her head trying so hard to fight what she feels While old men on bar stools gossip and gloat about all the wars that they've been fighting and all of the people that they're fighting for. You're boy is true blue. He looked after your kids after she left you. Always in his head Trying to remember the words that you said: Don't race the sun.
2.
Magazines 04:00
I sit and stare in crowded rooms while women dance in silk cocoons They spread out slow on silent stages making noise. They were burning through your blood like baby boys. Your friends inject through all of their veins that salty taste, that drug perfume. The poison seeps into your veins You felt used. It was all that you could do. You were so set on your dreams that you were meant for the magazines so you just spread out like they want you to. Your raccoon eyes like "Holy Smokes!" poke holes through all of my favorite clothes But you're the star, so hit the stage wipe the blood from your nose take one more shot to the face and come back home. You were so set on your dreams that you were meant for the magazines but you just spread out like they want you to. And I could dig beneath your feet below the wreckage underneath the burning embers blistering your soul But you've gotta go.
3.
Oh, how obscene we were right to be there in the street in our jeans, with our mouths open wide at the scene of a girl and her dying dog with her mouth open wide in blue overalls she was scanning the scene for the people she needs. But I choose what I do by the weights that erect in my hands and I could stand to be a bit more endearing when I talk, and when I walk away, and when I stand up straight. So please, I agree I am all skin and bones when I speak and it would seem like I never really cared but I'll fake it like an actor with a mouth full of teeth and the money thereafter I was punching at air I was punch drunk and weird wishing you never died. And the men that you thought you loved they were only boys in dress up.
4.
My lover is remote-controlled. She moves so smooth inside of you. She keeps her hair pushed back in clips while she's working. My husband shoots his weight in dope. He's always itching for a fix. The bloodshot eyes and sticky lips, while I'm working. My god is always at the track collecting numbers, placing bets. He stoops out late to his Cadillac, he's not working. My husband blows up inside of you. You swore that you thought that you wanted him to. But it's too late and it tastes like dirt, and she's growing. My husband turns to face my god, says I'm not fit for carrying on. God looms in low and shakes his head: Son, I'm drunk. I don't care if you're dead.
5.
Garage Rock 04:15
Forget those lazy neckin' teens with all their shiny flavored lips. Old men are rubberneckin their wives in a fit cuz they don't pay attention to them. Don't blame me if they catch you I have already warned you You're fighting a battle you can't win and you're only going to lose from here. Save your breath I couldn't ask for a better time those garage rock boys are going to lose their minds. What'll they do when they turn twenty two? And their dads money runs out too? So run your mouth say a prayer for the people you dream about and head for the road like a front man you've got somewhere else to go But they just scream "you bottom feeding fuckers!" you stole my dreams put them on TV, now everybody's watching me. Oh my god they're throwing shit straight at the wall and it sticks, and now everybody's swallowing it. I hardly ever break a sweat when I write rhymes its a crime. So run your mouth say a prayer for the people you dream about and head for the road like a front man you've got somewhere else to go but they just scream "you bottom feeding fuckers!" you stole my dreams put them on TV, now everybody's watching me. Oh no, I lost my self control It fell down somewhere in the back of my throat. Oh no, I think I have to go make somebody happy. Hot damn, I couldn't understand the words you whispered in my ears last Saturday. Rock'n'roll guitars are playing way too loud and I'm going nowhere now. Don't blame me if they catch I have already warned you. You're fighting a battle you can't win. And you're only going to lose from here.
6.
Cash Machine 06:26
All my dreams have turned to rusted beams in burnt out speeding cars left by the side of the road And you know how I make it seem, when the words begin to bleed and that preacher's saying something that I've heard before. I go to work each day and I earn my dollar bills. And I think that makes my mother proud of me. But I still write my songs and my stories in my head I'm never focused on my work at hand. All those ghosts and all those friends got dead bent and headed west where the sun will always shine. And I could try my whole damn life to get that money looking right but I'm up in arms over something I can't do anything about. But I go to work each day and I earn my dollar bills and I think that makes my mother proud of me. But I still write my songs and my stories in my head. I'm never focused on my work at hand. My pinwheel seems to color blue and red and float beneath my bed. It sends shivers down my lonesome spine cowering in the dark. And you know how I make it seem when the lines begin to bleed and that preacher's rambling on and on and on and on and on... Please go and watch your sister settle down and marry a man who seems alright right now. Maybe he drinks, but hey just maybe they'll be fine. What the hell would I know about that? Maybe I'll give up Let your family wear me down. Get a wife and a job and a kid in some white trash Litchfield town.

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Demonstration was recorded in 2009 by Port City Recording in White Plains, NY & Bethlehem, CT.

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released January 2, 2010

Michiel Considine- Vocals, Guitar, Piano, Glockenspiel, Melodica, Organ, Percussion, Assorted Snaps & Claps
Sam Stauff- Guitar, Percussion, Organ tracks 5-6, Group Vocals, Assorted Snaps & Claps
Erick Alfisi- Bass tracks 2, 4-6, Glockenspiel track 6, Percussion, Assorted Snaps & Claps
Chris Barry- Drums tracks 1, 2, 4-6
Brian Nowell- Trumpet tracks 1, 2, and 6
Megan Frechette- Vocals tracks 1, 2, 5, and 6
Additional Brass on tracks 1 and 6 by Kevan Mann and Danny Benbow

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