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PHOTOS








: Bryan Dominik :






Electric Guitar  
Acoustic Guitar  
12-String Acoustic Mandolin Guitar
Rainstick
Background vocals on "You're Breaking Up"
Ocean Recordings







: Derek Jordan :





Drums
Percussion  
Hi-Hat Stomp
Ride Cymbal Bell
Jam Block
Triangle
Background vocals on "Acid Man"
Chuckles on "Acid Man"





: Derrick Arnold :








Vocals
Electric Bass Guitar
Strings Keyboards
Tambourine
Background Vocals on "Acid Man"
Chuckles on "Acid Man"
Co-Ramblings on "Nothing Special"





: Dexter Neeld :













Vocals
Electric Guitar
Acoustic Guitar
Electric Bass Guitar
Piano Keyboards
Organ Keyboards
Maraca
Co-Ramblings on "Nothing Special"
Background Vocals on "You're Breaking Up"







: Adam McGill :





Trumpet







LYRICS










DEAD SWEATER (Arnold)


Maybe you're an angel, but I'm going to steal your wings.

Tear you down from the clouds that you hang so sound,
and strip your halo and gown.
Down here there's a seat in the back of my car.
Drive you down to the lake and watch you sink.

I hope the sand tastes as pleasant as you said.
You never needed those black rim glasses on your head.
I loved that chain you wore around your neck.
Now, it's on your ankle with twenty pounds of concrete to it.

Your smell is still on the sweater I wore.

I'm only letting up so you can catch your breath.

Seems it should go the way it came.
Our meeting was tragic and now should the same.
Soon you'll make your way back home,
but you'll never get back the wings that I stole.


 YOU'RE BREAKING UP (Arnold)

I died in a car crash tonight,
looking out my window 
to see if I could 
see your bedroom light.
I didn't see the light turn red, 
just the pillows on your bed.
Heard an awful noise, 
and then a truck ran into me.

Didn't have my seat belt on.
I was reaching for the phone.
Then the accident,
and I was laying dormantly.
I heard another sound
ringing like a telephone.
Saw the number flash
and the name and it was you.

You're breaking up.
Communications down.

The paramedics came too late.
I was bleeding from my ears.
Put me on a bed.
Rush me to the hospital.
Now, I'm buried in a grave
behind cemetery gates
on a quiet street,
and the house belongs to you.


 SHATTERED IN ONE MILLION PIECES (Arnold) 

What was I suppose to do
when I saw your picture falling?
How could I have stopped the action,
shattered in one million pieces.

Red light, red light, red light. Green light, go.

She goes around.
She gets around.
She's been around before.

How did you get this far
all the way from where it started,
walking on broken glass,
drowning in your medication.


SO SAD NOW (Neeld)

I'll let you find a friend
and tell me when
you two are singing in bed.

And I'll be singing then
happy songs instead
of this one song I'm writing off my head.

'Cause then I'll know.
I'll have a clue.
Do you want me?  Do I want you?

I am so sad now.
I am so sad now.
I am so sad now.

I've got news for you.
I'm going to try to hold you.
I've got news for you.
I'm going to hold you tight.


NOTHING SPECIAL (Arnold)

Towels lining the bathroom floor
where you slipped and fell the night before.
You were the pride and joy of a town,
got knocked up by a clown of sorts.
Now, your left side is aching from a lack of adrenaline.

You were nothing, nothing special.

Welcome to my humble abode
where I sit at a table writing scenes for a movie.
Have a seat, get comfortable.
This next scene is the one where you drop all of the cards,
and your husband replies with a snide remark,

"You were nothing, nothing special."



ACID MAN (Neeld)

"Are you insane?"

Please don't drink me.  I am just a 
cup of orange juice, cup of orange juice.

"Is he always going to be like this?"



THREE NIGHTS A WEEK (Neeld) 


Utero black like the street cat abrogate
and twice as lucky as me,
jack rabbit turns out time will see
who is crazy.
Wolf of greed sits staggering for the bomb.

Aimless fates say the town was sleeping anyway.
Call it "drinking sympathy."


This is my last one more time.


Bright lights that headlight homicide
and, just as foolish as me,
jack rabbit turns out time will heal.
So, we're leaving.
Wolf of greed's still staggering for the bomb.

The word that makes the lie is slowly making you and I,
and I'm sorry.


This is my last one more time.


Get up.  Fall down again.
Get up.  Fall down again.
Get up to fall down again.
Get up.  Get up.  Get up, yeah.


The word that makes the lie is slowly making you and I,
and I'm sorry.


Don't feel loved.  I'm
singing this song up above.
And this is so wrong. I feel 
need.  And
dreaming of stars.
Can't see me.
I'm headed so far away.
Away
Away
Away

She needs me, she needs me, she needs me, she needs me, she needs me three nights a week.

Today is bringing my back together.  Tomorrow's the worst word I know.

Get up.  Fall down - three nights - a week.








SOUNDS














Three Nights a Week


Toy Bell








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