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Dentures of Peril

by The Spitshine Kid

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Sarah Galvin
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Sarah Galvin The Spitshine Kid is a passel of talents: visual artist, musician, writer, and comedian all wrapped up in a single bundle of strange entertainment for our utter enjoyment. Favorite track: 99 Cent Store.
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forgot you anyway (free) 03:09
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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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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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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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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kamikaze man 04:40
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 (live) (free) 01:04
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 (free) 05:04
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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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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spitshine talks (free) 01:32
to get lyrics, send an 8x10 glossy and a dead creeping charlie to tom waits.
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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 (free) 02:51
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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Andromeda 02:38
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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let it rot 02:30
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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take the long way (free) 03:24
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Low fi folk, punk, rock, jazz and a little comedy - all hydraulically scrunched into one cd and then freshly sealed in a sardine tin. More hooks than a slaughterhouse. Sure to make you queasy with delight.

This low minor-masterpiece was recorded on New York's Lower East Side (in my bedroom using Gargeband). it's my first album but hey, 5 of the songs received honorable mention from the Billboard International Songwriting Competition. For real!

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released June 1, 2008

Spitshine Kid (aka Steve Savitz) - vocals and instruments except:
Lead rapper on 99 Cents: Mr Clown

cover art: Steve Savitz

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