High Wire Lover

by The End Times Spasm Band

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1.
Summer Song 03:06
It’s a blistering, bubbling day No degree of relief from the shade As you stagger and sweat to the store Just to loiter by the freezer door But you can’t stay too long So you’re singing your summer song And feeling very red and blue today Frieman Square is our own swimming hole It’s just the way that we roll Splishing and sploshing along Until we crave coney dogs The sun beats down Main Street A steady pulse of city heat That robs your motivation and control Under blankets we dream’t when it was cold out Our cheeks a rosy tint We’d sleep through til summer, I’d no doubt Riding bikes til the hour is ten And off to the Rail once again Inside is a packed sweating stew Out back a hipster petting zoo Feeling that urge to roam To any old where but home Or any of the places that you’ve been
2.
It was over before it began From the moment he first took my hand So take from your pocket A cotton tissue As unfolds a sad tale of an intimate issue My dear so-and-so I thought I saw you yesterday Pushing about the riverside drinking Watery lemonade With her Oh yes, with her My dear could’ve-been I’m glad it went down your damn way Sneaking around your old haunts cheatin’ Til I found out that day It was her It always was her But I’ll tell you why I’m not gonna cry When I saw that baby carriage I knew our love just had to die My dear nobody You know it was never meant to be Cause you never would’ve had that ugly baby with me
3.
Black Coffee 02:01
4.
The pitter patter of the rain on a window Like footsteps on a walk Reminds me that you are far As I wait for your knock The rhythmic brushing of the apple tree branches Outside the bedroom wall Sounds just like your breath Coming down the hall I’m still leaving the porch light on From nightfall until dawn Gazing out on the morning dew For any sign of you The quiet moaning of the floor as I’m pacing Echoes my heart’s cry How could you leave me here Without saying goodbye
5.
Beelzebub 03:04
You work that fancy language Like Beelzebub at my ear The words you speak Ain’t the same as the message That I’m gettin loud and clear You pass that loco reefer Like the ice cream man on my street And all the while You think you’re clever As if I couldn’t keep my feet You scheme and plot and run the numbers Until they come out right Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday night But with Sunday comes the paper With a headline loud and true: If you think You’ll win me over Then you better get a clue.
6.
Kick off your shoes Sit you down with my home brew Listen in while I relate the news I been done wrong Now I’ll sing my done-wronged song Even a red hot mama gets the blues Done all I can Runnin’ round with a no-good man He ain’t worth being treated cruel Some things won’t change Til your life is rearranged Even a red hot mama plays the fool His ghost lingers But the whiskey washes him down Tried to hide in all the saloons in town Yo-da-lay-hee-hoo The morning wakes and reminds me that Even a red hot mama gets the blues Folks it’s a fact Can’t teach a man how to act If you excuse his savage abuse Send him away If you heard a word that I say Even a red hot mama gets the blues
7.
You want to stay in You want to go out And catch a movie You want to call friends or keep it just you and me Don’t like it too hot Don’t like it too cold Or inbetween Don’t like too much fat or worse when it’s much too lean Oh frustrating, oscillating baby of mine Ain’t gonna be no loving till you make up your mind How can I understand What you want from me When you play games This indecision is gonna drive me away You push and you shove You want lots of love You’re breaking me down I’d give you a kiss and you would call me a clown You think that I’m nice You think that I’m nean You’re causing a scene You’re sinking this ship, we’re both singing off key Oh frustrating, oscillating baby of mine Ain’t gonna be no loving till you make up your mind How can I understand What you want from me When you play games This indecision is gonna drive me away
8.
Wake Up Bix 02:55
Wake up, Bix If you don’t Want to miss another minute of this Open up your eyes Shake away that sleep And pull yourself in from the deep Second fiddle’s Not such a drag You know most of us live in the middle Confess your fear To the open sea And realize it ain’t better to leave Some will settle Some will bend Some will let the very road take the pedal But not you You’re head is strong Even though you might be wrong But one hair Can always break The back of the mule unprepared So please let A friend take some weight After all you might find they relate Wake up, Bix So you won’t Ever miss another minute of this Don’t be afraid Don’t be scared Don’t worry ’bout how you compare You can’t always Be the best But you still have to live one more day Keep your feet dry And when you’re okay You’ll realize that you want to stay
9.
I’m a high wire lover. When you give me a squeeze I start to tremble from my heart to my knees. To one burning kiss like a moth I’m drawn, One gentle wind and my loving is gone As I fall! Just when you think you had me, It’s like you never knew me at all. I’ve traveled the world, lived every occasion, At one time or other held every persuasion. If I give you my loving, I’ll love you only, But don’t ever believe that I’ll be lonely When I fall! Just when you think you caged me, It’s like you never held me at all.

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Our first full length album! Distributed by Chain Smoking Records.

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released July 2, 2011

The End Times Spasm Band are Lyndsy Rae Patterson, Elizabeth Helms, Zach Wright, and Eric Stuckey.

Engineered and mixed by Geoff Montgomery at The Ensomberoom, Fort Wayne. Mastered at The Boiler Room, Chicago.

Sleeve art by Portley Colwell.

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