DON’T ROCK THE BOAT, SINK THE FUCKER
released april 2011 on lovitt records
recorded by jonathan fuller (black iris) & kurt ballou (godcity)
TRACKS:
my saddle is waitin’ (c’mon jump on it)
girls get ruff
bonne chance, asshole
ashley’s song
ftw, y’all!!!
howard’s hour of shower
it’s only a bargain if you want it
two hearts are better than one
my saddle is waitin’ (c’mon jump on it)
i wanna die with a halo
on my head
for all my friends
i need to find a place to lie low
where i can learn to be good to them
i wanna saddle up at sunrise
after the death of a dusty night
in a cabin in the carolines
where ain’t nobody gonna find me
oh to be perfect for the ones we love
i gave it a shot
but i am not
& i never was
if i keep dragging all these anchors across my scars
i ain’t never gonna heal at all
you know you died with a halo
on your head
for all your friends
if you had asked we would’ve said so,
that you had learned to be good to them
oh to be perfect for the ones we love
i gave it a shot
but i am not
& i never was
if i keep dragging all these anchors across my scars
i ain’t never gonna heal at all
i know i’m dying alone
i know that my drinking makes this hospice feel like a home
& i know i’m using drugs
every morning when i wake up
to quiet the symphonies of lovers who will sing so sweetly to
me
they will sing
sunshine
oh this is what they said
i’d love to keep on loving you my dear, but yr already dead
girls get rough
let’s be swingers
let’s be brothers
let’s be lovers undercover at the bar tonight
buying drinks for one another
as we fall on top each other
in the back, under the light
you look beautiful in red
with yr hair piled heavy in a halo
on yr head
oh no you don’t need to say it
oh i knew it when i saw you
that you are one of us:
girls who get drunk
as the best way we know how to open up
i will take him home
we’ll start making out before we make it to the front door
wait for it
& i swear that it will come
now yr flashing back to the days when you were younger
woods
behind my house
who’s that man covering up my mouth
when will you understand, as embarrassed as i am
that when i look at the body of a man
oh, what i see
is a stock piling of weaponry
bonne chance, asshole
this town is a dirty dirty town
makes the back of my knees sweat
pulls the drawl out of my mouth
why you wanna leave for so long
just promise me before you go we will grab our bikes & ride
tobacco road
we are lonely when we wake up
we are idling at best
oh at night we drug ourselves to sleep
& dream of all the things we would miss,
had we the good sense to leave this town
but we don’t
in case we change our minds we oughta grab our bikes &
ride tobacco road
ashley’s song
in a dream
there’s a boy
twice my age or maybe more
and his hands are cut like stone
& i don’t know what he’s doing, but he’s inside of me
in a car
on the lot
after a movie with my mom
are the words
that won’t sting
they’ll just burn & keep burning he’s still inside of me
my knees are weak, my anger’s thick, my bones are brittle,
my body’s sick
& all i’ve ever known
is when i fuck, i fuck to prove him wrong
i know, you know, i saw & you saw
your hands in portland, oregon
baby in the car last night were you gonna pick a fight
lover i will count to three, say a little prayer you’ll leave
by the time our friends arrive, will the cuts have cauterized
maybe you can open them, let it leak out
when i was young
there was a boy
twice my age or maybe more
& his hands were cast like stone
& he practiced what he’d learned
inside of me.
ftw y’all!!!
summer of 2001, june 10th
we parked the car & slept under a bridge
i’d had it bad for you
for months
to no effect
& then you invited me on this trip
it was hot as shit in the car
who’d remembered
the drive to new york was so far
oh you traced the tattoos on my wrist
& then you pressed your face against my face & we kissed
to much time spent in chapel hill those years
cuz when that town starts talkin
it’s a whisper
but it’s all you hear
she’s a queer
and
he’s a junkie with a thirst
oh i can hear them betting horses on which one of us is
gonna break first
we meant to prove them wrong, we did
but it’s hard to alter who you are
you were getting strung out every day
& i was fucking every girl who looked my way
but we had to give it a shot, i kept thinking
hey, every love hits a rough spot
who was i kidding
so we broke up
& so far
we show no signs of fucking that up
what they don’t understand
i’ve got another ex-lover, but i’ve also got a new best friend
it hurts like hell to go to sleep at night
but i know
that in the morning you will call me, tell me
hey, we’re gonna be alright
hey, we’re gonna be alright
howard’s hour of shower
well i think that you’ve got lovin all wrong
it ain’t some show you put on
while you wait in the wings
& set your sweetheart wandering…
…to figure out what a fraud you are
how yr life’s really a mess
how you’re weird about sex
how every time you cry it’s because you wanna die
& are you scared of what he’ll find out when you’re drunk
cuz see,
love…
it’s a scavenger hunt
& when you’re ready for the truth
you will be excited
for all the things he will uncover inside you
& when you find a lover that you wanna keep, i think you’ll
talk to her first
before you tell her you don’t love her
decide things are fucked
& then leave
i’ve got the same name as everybody else
call a cab, you can keep the change, just get out of my
house.
oh we both knew i was upfront at the start
i ain’t in love with you
i said i’d like to be
to ease the pain of you being in love with me
& i can feel you working on me like a clutch
i pull away
you pull in
i pull away again…
girl this has got to end
cuz see i found a lover that i wanna keep
his love is pure as light
it ain’t too hot, it ain’t to bright
wherever it is that we be goin, we’ll be gettin there alright
it’s only a bargain if you want it (for travis)
mr t,
you saved my life.
indian summer
where the van
was my home
it was my ride.
oh my band
was a joke,
& my lover was a lie.
you will always be my girl.
two hearts are better than one
i hope you come & stay with me
we can camp under the old fig tree
i’ll draw yr bath & i will fix yr tea
all for the girl who said that she would marry me
baby if we cut out what’s between us, all the miles & the
mountain tops
i know that we could count on it
honey, we could live a life of cowardice, or we could build a
little bower nest
something to believe in
besides this awful mess
i got this anchor on my finger now
i got yr blood pumping through my veins & still somehow
when i am with you dear, i cannot breathe
i gave my heart but then you took my lungs from me
baby get on an aeroplane to napoli
let’s buy some land & start a family, whatever you ain’t never had
honey, we could stay in bed for hours, talkin shit & telling stupid jokes
& working on our garden
where we will sow
all of our restless hope
