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FORGOT YOU ANYWAY
Words and music by The Spitshine Kid
© 2005, Steve Savitz
CAN’T MAKE YOU HAPPY
SO I MIGHT AS WELL MAKE YOU SAD
CAN’T MAKE YOU ANGRY
SO I MIGHT AS WELL DRIVE YOU MAD
YOU MAKE ME LONELY
I’M A LONELY MAN ABOUT TOWN
YOU WERE MY ONE AND ONLY
DON’T KNOW WHY I STUCK AROUND
DON’T MEAN A THING
FORGOT YOU, FORGOT YOU
DON’T MEAN A THING
FORGOT YOU ANYWAY
GONNA’ TEAR MY HEAD OFF
LET IT SAIL CROSS THE DEEP BLUE SEA
I CAN’T LET YOU GET OFF
NOT WITHOUT AN SOS FROM ME
I CAN SEE YOUR EYES THINKING
OH, HOW YOU WISH I WAS SOMEONE NEW
I CAN SEE YOUR LIPS SYNCHING
ALL OF THE WORDS TO I LOVE YOU
DON’T MEAN A THING
FORGOT YOU, FORGOT YOU
DON’T MEAN A THING
FORGOT YOU ANYWAY
I SPIT YOUR NAME OUT OF MY THROAT
NO MORE PAIN, JUST A SQUASHED FOOTNOTE
ALL THAT REMAINS ARE THE LETTERS THAT YOU WROTE
I THINK ABOUT YOU
I THINK ABOUT YOU
A THING ABOUT YOU
I KNOW A THING ABOUT YOU
A THING ABOUT YOU
I SING ABOUT YOU
NOTHING ABOUT YOU
I NEVER THINK ABOUT YOU
I SING ABOUT YOU
I NEVER THINK ABOUT YOU
YEAH, I KNOW A THING
OR TWO ABOUT YOU
I KNOW YOU NEVER THINK ABOUT ME
I NEVER THINK ABOUT YOU
YOU NEVER SING ABOUT ME
YOU-OOOUUU
I THINK ABOUT YOU
(man, how come you’re never singin’ about me?)
I THINK ABOUT YOU
(what about my needs? I feel like I’m talkin’ to a ghost)
ABOUT YOU
ABOUT YOU
(you gonna’ miss me bad!)
ABOUT YOU
ABOUT YOU
(you’ll see)
ANYWAY, YEAH
ANYWAY, YEAH
I THINK ABOUT YOU
I THINK ABOUT YOU
A THING ABOUT YOU
I KNOW A THING ABOUT YOU…Etc.
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2. |
down to the riverside
05:09
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DOWN TO THE RIVERSIDE
Words and music by The Spitshine Kid
© 2005, The Spitshine Kid
Em / D
Ready to go down to the riverside
Em / D
Gonna’ pawn all my things, gonna’ run and hide
Em / D C Em
Gonna wash my sins in the riverside
Em D
Ready to go down for the final ride
Em D Em
Gonna’ go and leave all my things behind
See what tomorrow brings in the river tide
Em / D C Em
Gonna run, gonna’ leave all my things behind
Em D
Ready to go down to the riverside
Em D
There’s nothin’ for me here.
Em D
I guess that much is clear
Em D
no one to shed a tear
C Em
Oh yeah
Em D Em
Gotta run before they take me alive
Em D
There’s nothing for me here
Em D
Tired of this noise
Em D C Em
Men my age used to be dead
Em D C
Many centuries ago
Em D Em
Many centuries ago
Em D
There’s nothin’ for me here.
Em D
I’m tired of this noise
Em D C Em
Every one I know is dead
Em D C Em
And there’s no where left to go
Em / D Em
Gotta’ leave this place
Em / D Em
Before I lose my face
Em / D Em
Gonna’ leave here soon
Em / D Em
Following the moon
D C
This planet has a blind spot
C D
It’s called reason
D
It’s called Reason
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3. |
pavlov was a punk rocker
02:06
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i don't have the lyrics handy but this is the original poem that the song came from:
Your tears are like bullets
Every one one is meant to pierce
I want retribution
But my heart is switchin gears
Who am I and what must I give up?
Who am I and what must I give up?
Accept embrace unwind and absolve
Surrender to the pain but what have we solved?
You’re like an old headline and a stale cigar
You kidnapped my integrity and stuffed it in a jar
I’m tired of watchin over me
I’m tired of goin to class
Just lookin for some ovaries
So shove it up your ass
You smoked a camel thru your pediatric teeth
And your Cotton t-shirt clingin to what’s hangin’ underneath
When you drive me to crazy you can look me in the eye
Underneath the eucalyptis I’ll be hangin out to dry
You’re ornamentation in a surplus world
You want an ovation but you’re just an average girl
Your addle-brained emotion’s always running away
Your thoughts are so transparent I can see to yesterday
I’m out of hope and I’m out of wish
Just give me some rope and let it swish
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4. |
stay away from people
06:54
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STAY AWAY FROM PEOPLE
© 2005, Steven Savitz
People come out
They follow you out
They call you up
When you least expect
People go out, yeah
they cough and they shout
they fill you with doubt
no, I don’t want company
You sneeze and you cough
You smell like a trough
Your fabric softener
Makes it hard to breathe
Those vapors and fumes
And the mold in your rooms
I can’t shake you off
all your perfume and cigarettes
Stay away – stay away
Stay away from people
Stay away – stay away
Stay away from people
Don’t come around – don’t tell your father
Don’t come around - you are not my friend
Don’t come around - don’t know why do you bother
I smell your scent comin’ round the bend.
Don’t come around with your insect repellent
Don’t come around with your hairspray on
Don’t come around with your nail polish smellin’
Don’t come around
Don’t come around
Don’t come around
Don’t come around
Stay away
I can see you’re gonna want a favor
Stay away
You’re offending me in 50 flavors
Stay away
I can see you’re just biding your time, yeah
Stay away
Go away, I’m enjoyin my meal now
People comin’ by on visiting day
I tell them all to go away
I’m not taking on any friends right now
So don’t come around
Don’t come around
Don’t come around
Don’t come around
Stay away
Your fabric softener’s givin’ me a migraine
Stay away
Your cigarette is clouding up in my brain
Stay away
I had enough of your big opinions
Stay away
I don’t wanna be one of your minions
I know that we don’t see eye to eye
Go away, don’t touch my pillow
No, I don’t want a ginger ale,
Can’t have no bread, can’t have no sugar
Your intentions are loaded, yeah
I can tell, I can tell by your inflection
Your cologne is makin’ me crazy
Stay away, stay away for your protection
God bless those afflicted
From this rare disease
These chemical sensitivities
Have got me on my knees
I miss all my drinking
And I miss all my fun
Environmental illness
Has got me on the run
All these fumes are foggin’ up my brain, yeah
Go away, I don’t remember my own name.
Stay away
Don’t come back now, ya’all now
Stay away
Stay away, don’t forget your iPod
People coming by on visiting day.
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5. |
kamikaze man
04:40
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KAMIKAZE MAN
© 2005. Steven Savitz
If I knew right from wrong, baby
I’d probably steal your car
And drive it thru the auto wash
And then I’d break your heart
Whatever game you’re playin’
the house will always win
the righteous, they all suffer
and waste away in beds
thru their slits in bandages
dying without knowing
Your memories will disappear
But your toenails keep on growin’
Just when you’re awakening
that’s when they pull the plug
you say this can’t be happening
peering out from the ditch you dug
Just when you’re awakening, oh yeah.
The dogs of want, they run
Into a fenced alley
The clock is always tickin’ now
My cells are changin’ me
The retro-virus gets stronger
The spirit fizzles out
The stylus of the diamond
digs deeper grooves each round
Oh, Pithecanthropus
I know didn’t have no choice
I hear a contradiction
Deep within your voice
In your voice
in your voice
in your voice
Depression has evolved from this
Rigid social life
Take me to Soutine’s house
or the iris of Van Gough’s eye
So I too, may see the candy
Yellow sweetness of
This peasant’s life is not for rent
This heart is not for love
Stop me if I played this one
But it’s the critic’s choice
Goodbye Hunter S Thompson
Hello Village Voice
Pithecanthropus Man
Doin’ what i understand
this life is for suffering
I heard that from Ayn Rand
This planet is lost in space
I die for you on camera
When I look at the Everglades
I’m at a loss of palabras.
Kamikaze man on call
When the end just can’t be stopped
Jones’n for the atom bomb
Be careful, we just mopped
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Daddy’s tale
© The Spitshine Kid (aka Steve Savitz)
Daddy doesn’t go pickin thru the garbage anymore
Daddy doesn’t smoke crack with a 2 bit Juarez whore
Ever since I landed in jail
They use my ass as a garbage pail
So I don’t go pickin’ thru the garbage any more
Your daddy ain’t a doctor or a lawyer
But he makes his daily porn shop reconnoiter
Well I drinks my thunderbird
While my horse is always comin in third
took a bath with a pidgeon
While I read him The new york post
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DOG VS. HYDROGEN BOMB
© 2006, The Spitshine Kid
I’M JUST A LITTLE MAN
THE WORLD’S TOO BIG FOR ME
OH –OH OH
BE NICE TO ME BABY
CAUSE YOU KNOW IT AIN’T MY FAULT
YOU COME SWINGIN THROUGH THE WINDOW
ON A CORDLESS PHONE
AND YOU PUT ME THROUGH GESTALT
SO MANY TIMES
THE TIDE CHANGES
EVERY TIME SHOVE TURNS AROUND
PUSH IS SNIFFIN IT’S FAT ASS
YOU CAN’T SHAKE THIS YO YO OFF YOUR FINGER, YEAH
OH –OH OH OH
AND DOG SITS ON A CHAIN
SITTIN’ IN THE RAIN
AND A 4 FOOT DOMAIN
AIN’T VERY MUCH FUN
AIN’T VERY MUCH FUN
‘TILL YOU TOSS ME A HYDROGEN BOMB
BUT I FETCH IT ON MY DOG LEASH
‘CUASE IT’S A DOGGIE THING TO DO
AND I LOSE 7 YEARS FOR EVERY 1 OF YOURS
AND PRETTY SOON, BABY I’LL TURN 42
AND YOU SAY YOU GOT A SAD, SAD STORY
ONE THAT DON’T FADE OUT TOO SLOW
WELL, YOU DON’T HAVE A CLUE
HOW MUCH I’D RATHER BE YOU
THAN DOWN HERE WHERE THE BLOSSOMS DON’T GROW, YEAH
I’M SITTIN’ ON A CHAIN SITTIN’ IN THE SUN
IT AIN’T VERY MUCH FUN, YEAH
BUT YOU TOSS ME A HYDROGEN BOMB
AND I FETCH ‘CAUSE IT’S A DOG THING TO DO
BUT I LOSE 7 YEARS FOR EVERY 1 OF YOURS
AND PRETTY SOON I WILL TURN 42
(guitar gently weeps)
AND I’M STANDING ON THE PORCH AT 3 AM
WITH RIVULETS STREAMING DOWN
MY CROOKED ABS
YOU TAKE A FRIGHTENED STEP BACK
AS YOU LEAN OVER THE WOODEN RAILING, YEAH
YOUR ASS WAGGIN’ ME AND YOUR HAIR SPILLING OUT
LIKE MOSS OVER THE GARDEN DISTRICT
IT WAS SO SWELTERING YOU COULD
SCRATCH MY DEAD SKIN
LIKE ICING UNDERNEATH YOUR NAILS
AND YOU’RE SHOWING ME PICTURES THAT YOU DREW
YOU REALLY DO GOT SOMETHING GIRL
MY HEART WAS POUNDIN WITH FEAR
WHEN YOU DANCED IN THE HYDRANT
ON A RUN-DOWN STREET OVER BY LOUIE ARMSTRONG’S
CEMETARY
WE SHOULD’VE MADE IT TO
PRESERVATION HALL
A LOT OF THINGS WE SHOULD’VE DONE, YEAH
BUT LIFE DON’T HAVE NO
INVENTORY WAREHOUSE
WHERE YOU CAN CROSS THINGS OFF YOUR LIST
YOU WERE COUNTING COCKROACHES
AND PUTTIN’ THEM BACK
ON BOURBON STREET
IN THE MOONLIGHT AT 3AM
IN THE MOONLIGHT AT 3AM
YOU TUSSLED WITH ME IN BED FOR A SPELL
BEFORE YOU RAN OUT, YEAH,
I HEARD YOU GASPING
GIRL I HEARD YOU GASPING
OH YEAH
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8. |
crack a breathing hole
03:04
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CRACK A BREATHING HOLE FOR ME
© 2006, Steve Savitz
YESTERDAY BETRAYED ME
TOMORROW WALKS WITH A NIGHTSTICK SWINGIN’
I CAN HEAR THE WHISTLE
ALL THE WAY DOWN
DOWN THE CORRIDOR
CAN’T FOOL ME
CAN’T FOOL ME
THE CORRIDOR BLEW OPEN
BUT ALL I SEE ARE THE TORCHES LIT
WHEN THE ICE SLIDES OVER MY HEAD
I’LL BE BACK IN THE FREEZING WATER
WITHOUT AIR
IF YOU HAPPEN TO SEE ME
CRACK A BREATHIN HOLE FOR ME
IF YOU HAPPEN TO SEE ME
CRACK A BREATHIN HOLE FOR ME
CRACK A BREATHIN HOLE FOR ME
WITH YOUR NIGHTSTICK
NO ONE HERE BELIEVES ME
BUT SOON YOU’LL KNOW THAT I WASN’T JOKIN’
THE EAGLE FLIES ABOVE ME
CIRCLING AROUND
MY GRAVE
IF YOU HAPPEN TO SEE ME
CRACK A BREATHIN HOLE FOR ME
IF YOU HAPPEN TO SEE ME
CRACK A BREATHIN HOLE FOR ME
CRACK A BREATHIN HOLE FOR ME
WITH YOUR NIGHTSTICK
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to get lyrics, send an 8x10 glossy and a dead creeping charlie to tom waits.
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10. |
black eyed uzi
03:53
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BLACK EYED UZI
© 2004, Steven Savitz (The Spitshine Kid)
I don’t know where I’m going to
And I don’t know where I been
Like a light inside a firefly
I’m gliding on belief
I don’t know why
I even care to try
But I’m crazy man, that’s me.
Got a key in my pocket
But unlike you
It don’t own me any more
I hope that you’ll still visit me
Through the spokes of my misery
I know I am a living ghost
Out the corner of your eye
‘Cause I’m thru with doors
And windows and the mirror
And the telephone and wine
I don’t know why
I’m laughin and I’m cryin’
But I’m crazy man, crazy man.
And I don’t think I
Can even bat an eye
This time, black baby this time, this time
Welcome to my night
It’s a Hindenberg blaze
but I just can’t seem
To unwind this maze.
I can’t run away
cause I’m stepping on a mine
got my shoes hangin’ up
on the telephone line
You can set your sights
On the crown of my head
You can pull all the triggers
Till I’m poisoned with lead
Forever has no meaning
When you’re living day to day
A thousand years are smoking
In the crucible of love
Aiding and abetting
While you just sit back and watch
a televised beheading
Only takes a pint of scotch
You’re canvassing my town
With the promises you made
But you bomb every village
‘Till we all fade away
Crawlin on my side
through a pile of debris
you’re a tanker full of pride
and you’re burnin up the sea
See how they scatter
When the devil’s at their door
Watch em all start to run
When the rain begin to pour
Too late for religion
Though you need it more and more
I have to write this epitaph
‘Fore they nail me to the door
My planet drifts away from this
And there’s nothing that I can do.
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99 CENT STORE
© 2005, Steven Savitz (The Spitshine Kid)
Not hungry, not starving, got some money to spend
I see a 99 cent store comin’ round the bend
I look in the window and I can’t resist
Watch out boys, I got a shopping list
Snapple and popcorn and Chef Boy Aur Dee
Sunshine dog food and Chicken of the Sea
99 Cent Store, 99 Cent Store
I brough home twice as much as I was sent for
99 Cent Store, 99 Cent Store
Think of all the money I’ll have to pay the rent for
Ponchos! – (chorus) 99 cents!
Cat food! – (chorus) 99 cents!
Gourmet pickles! -- (chorus) 99 cents!
Tea biscuits! – (chorus) 99 cents!
Cracker Jax, Ajax and Borax too
Windex, Stridex and Wheat Chex and glue
No need for a holdup, I put down my Gatt
At 99 cents, even I’ll pay for that
There’s so much to choose from and so much in stock
Here’s rubber erasers to put on my—(BLEEP)
Number two pencils and VO5,
Palmolive and olives and birthday cake jive
99 Cent Store, 99 Cent Store
I brough home twice as much as I was sent for
99 Cent Store, 99 Cent Store
This is what one stop shopping was meant for
Non-skid tub mats ….(chorus) 99 cents!
Twist towels!..(chorus) 99 cents!
Epoxy!…(chorus) 99 cents!
Foxy…(chorus) Lady!
No need for price tags, no need for receipts
No need to price check these Hormel lunch treats
Index cards and coconut cookies
so much crème, you’ll be squealin’ like a wookie
Lint free cheesecloth and Sara Lee cheesecake
So many note books it’ll make your knees quake
Shower caps, oven mits and a meat thermometer
I can see paper goods for a good kilometer
99 cent Store, 99 Cent Store
I brough home twice as much as I was sent for
99 Cent Store, 99 Cent Store
this is what livin’ the good life was meant for
Who would have thought
that all of life’s treasures
Could be so easily bought
for such reasonable measures
Some say the city has got no charm
I’d like to see them buy all this stuff on the farm
Pakistan merchants you did a good thing
For 99 cents you can live like a king.
Finally my wallet’s on even footing
Look at all this Snack Pack pudding
99 cent Store, 99 Cent Store
I brough home twice as much as I was sent for
99 Cent Store, 99 Cent Store
this is what livin’ the good life was meant for
Talk about getting a bang for your buck
You get a penny back and you can keep it for luck
99 cent Store, 99 Cent Store
I brough home twice as much as I was sent for
99 Cent Store, 99 Cent Store
this is what livin’ the good life was meant for
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12. |
Andromeda
02:38
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ANDROMEDA
© 2005, The Spitshine Kid
LIKE A SKEWER THRU THE HEART
THIS GHOST NEVER STAYS SHARP
THE ANSWER NEVER COMES FROM
BEHIND I GOT A QUESTION MARK AND
MANY YEARS AGO
IT TRAVELS AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT
SOME DAY I’LL GET TO ANDROMEDA
THE BLUES FLASH THEIR LIGHTS ON ME
AND THE SHUTTLE ALWAYS LANDS IN THE SEA
MY THOUGHTS ARE REALLY WEIRD
JUST LIKE WET RAGS
THEY ALWAYS BUNDLE ME BUT ONLY MAKE ME COLD
THEY BUNDLE ME BUT ONLY
MAKE ME COLD
LIKE AN ARROW THRU MY BRAIN I’M ONLY
ONE STROKE FROM INSANE
I WISH UPON THE MOON BEYOND THE STARS
BEYOND MY WINDOW PANE
AND MANY YEARS AGO I
TRAVELED AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT
AND SOME DAY I’LL GET TO ANDROMEDA
AND THE BLUES FLASH THEIR LIGHT’S ON ME
AND THE METRONOME CLICKS IN MY KNEE
WELL MY SPACESHIP RADIO’S DEAD IT’S GOING SQUAWK SQUAWK SQUAWK
NOW I MUST LIVE ON PLANET EARTH ETERNALLY
I MUST LIVE ON PLANET EARTH ETERNALLY
MY HEART IS ALWASYS DRIVING ME
INTO THE RENTAL LOT
BACKING THRU THE EXIT SPIKES
TILL THE TIRES ALL GO POP
OH YEAH
ONE DAY I WANT TO SEE
ALL MY FRIENDS IN 1 PLACE
BILL WEENER AND WILLY AND
CLOWN AND KNG AND RALPH AND RON AND RON
AND SHUKOVSKY AND NICK
AND MAN AND MIKE AND STU
AND CRAZY DENNIS TOO AND
ANDY
A FINE DAY WE’LL ALL HAVE
A FINE DAY WE’LL HAVE
A FINE DAY WE’LL HAVE
A FINE DAY WE’LL HAVE
MARIA AND MITAS AND LESLIE TOO
AND KATIE AND ALL THE REST
A FINE DAY WE’LL ALL HAVE
AS WE COMPETE
TO SEE WHO GOT THE CHEAPEST SPACEFARE
A FINE DAY WE’LL HAVE
A FINE DAY WE’LL HAVE
A FINE DAY WE’LL HAVE
A FINE DAY WE’LL HAVE
WHEN WE COMPETE
TO SEE WHO GETS
THE CHEAPEST
SPACEFARE
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13. |
Spitshine leaps in
03:32
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14. |
let it rot
02:30
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LET IT ROT
© The Spitshine Kid
Let the sink drip
let the sky fall
let your pants slip
let your skin crawl
let the clock tick
let the food spoil
strike the match stick
to the crude oil
let the mountains crumble
let the roads decay
let the gangs fight
let the president lie
let the trees ignite
let the 3rd world die
let the sky darken
let the glaciers melt
let the knives sharpen
let the point be felt
let the poor go hungry
let the fires rage
let the pipes rust
let the factories blow
let the banks bust
let the weeds grow
let the races clash
let the coffins float
let the markets crash
let them steal the vote
let the armies dwindle
let the bodies rot
let the smoke kindle
let the bodies rot
let the bodies stack
Ahhh
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15. |
accordion spirit
05:43
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17. |
briefcase monkey man
04:46
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