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Night cricket, bug snatcher. What happens after the capture? Tummy aching, belly laughter. Insects hang from the rafters. Two people made me. Two people made Mewtwo. Two peas in a pod: they're all like you. Night cricket, bug zapper. What happens after the transfer? Frog body to frog spirit. Mosquitoes don't want to hear it.
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Each night, all I want is you (love). No one else quite compares to you. I need you + I want you = It's true. "Come back to me." I don't know what I did, but it was bad. Let's be good again. Each night, I sit and wonder, "Why, babe? Why does sap come out of trees? I see it. It’s syrup. It’s real: explain that to me. I don’t know how it works, but it is good." Let's be bad again.
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Living in the city wears me to the ground. Walking the roads with my diamonds down. The best made plans make you laugh. Nobody notices the time go pass. Living out here, it can be fun. I got more rocks than a coal-man's son. Wouldn't it be morbid if the tax-man came and stole my bag? City living's not so pretty. Got to have a girl or things turn shitty. City life, man it's rough. I got more barks than the a stump has bugs. That girl, she’s the talk of the town. She’s the conversation. When the world tries bringing me down, she's my elevation. She's got a body of work. You really ought to see it. That girl's up against a wall. One day she's going to beat it. City living's not so sacred. There's no magic way to make it. I've got a heart- I'll take it to the end. I'm not going back to seven out of ten. City living's not so pretty. Got to have soul or things turn shitty. City life, man it's tough. I got more gripes than a vineyard boss.
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Take off your clothes, it's time to die Go running naked into the night. Nobody murders a well-dressed person, but in the buff you can’t be so certain. You'll never be safe in the shower again. In the back-seat, shagging your man. Brushing your teeth on a hot summer's night. You slip off your top / the drop of the knife. Take off your clothes, it's time to die. Pay the price for a promi$cuou$ life. If want to survive, I strongly advise you put an end to your romantic ties. 1) First you hold hands, inviting the blood-bath. 2) Want to woo her, don't hear the intruder. 3) When you're kissing there' s something your missing 4) the swing of some guy's axe comes as you climax. Take off your clothes, it's time to die. Go running naked into the night. Pay the price for your promiscuous life. He’ll put an end to your romantic ties.
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I'm going back to my room. I'll see back in my room. I'm going back to the room. You pay for what you get with a price like this. Got a bed, got a sink, got a light switch? Nice. "Can you turn up the heat as we unwind?" "Got a show coming up." "But we still have time." "Pop a cork." "Pour a glass." "Do you think we should call cabs?" "About a half an hour left." "If you want to go get changed..." "All right then." Standing shoulder-to-shoulder at another rock n' roll show. I think, "Am I getting older?," as I wait to place an order. I tip the barman nicely, just to be jostled by some asshole who's passing out on nitrous, falling down to the dancefloor, but no one seems to notice, so I keep on dancing lightly while the night is going nicely, not that that's unlikely. Now we're standing shoulder-to-shoulder after another rock n' roll show. I think, "Am I getting older?," as I'm waiting for the Uber. Another fun night in the books. It feels good. It feels good to be back in my room.
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I don't really give two shits about you, so walk away. You've been acting like an asshole, trying to ruin our day. Go fuck yourself, why don't you? Go fuck yourself. And if you can't, I'll help you do it with a bat upside the head. You're a piece of shit, admit it. Always ruining the plan. If you want, let's get into it. I'm not really a fighting man, but for you I'll make an exception with the palm of my hand.
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I need a bath so badly. Give yourself one moment to relax.
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Sailor said the sky is red. I thought it blue, but I'll trust what the sailor said. "Hey man, the tides are...nice?" "That they are; in fact, we’re setting sail tonight." Jettison from the docks. I've never seen a comet shooting in the dark. Now we’re pretty far from shore, just past the archipelagos we saw before. Jack be nimble, jack be quick. Elementary, my dear Watson, does the trick. "Hey boys! Clear the deck! There's something coming over yonder- turn your neck!" "Hey Charlie, come look at this. Seems like the captain has been turned into a fish." "My god! Are you sure it's him?" "Look: there's a hook where there should be a fin." "Are you thinking we try mutiny? I can't be under the scrutiny of some sushi-looking guy."
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You’re my sunshine- the light of my life. You're my fun guy- weekend honey-pie. Had a flask, drank it all. Pass along, that a girl. Spinning out, like windmill fins. Don Quixote runs right to it. I thought lots about. I don't think I’m wrong. Won't you join me for this one? I don’t think I can believe this. Wake me up- I must be dreaming. I crashed into the Earth, and, boy, it didn't seem good, but I pulled something from the earth, and it improved my mood. Suddenly, it's happening. Suddenly, it's not so bad.
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I want to be a duck with oily wings. Go out sailing in the rain. Got to stick to the plan. Wash the oil from my hands, but they say a frog will never fly. I want to be a bird with colorful wings. Go out dancing every day. It’s OK to be crazy when your love is happening, but they say a frog will never fly. I want to be a bat with leathery wings. Flying up over everything. And if frog never flies, how does it find paradise? I want to be a frog with feathery wings.
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released December 27, 2021
Music and lyrics by R. Verspoor
Vocals on track 10 by A. Britton
