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Please call and say, “come over” when you’re done with your homework and you wanna come play
I’ll try and play it cool while my heart is racing like it wants to get out
I can’t wait, no I can’t hardly wait
It’s like a Friday evening with the weakest promise of chocolate ice cream
When we can get together, it’s all candy confection, it’s my favorite thing
So long, so sad
When you’re gone
Well, come back
We’ll sing like this
“Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah!”
I can’t wait, no I can’t hardly wait
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The ashtray stain
Gives a human face
To your mother's place
Where we held the race
For your father's pride
And his country bride
While your mother lied,
“I'm doing fine.”
Hey, ain't that apparent?
Ranz hoarding thoughts
Like unsorted mail
Stacked on the floor
Next to materials
I just took three
And asked for more
I don't know why
I took those for
Hey, ain't that apparent?
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Becky, don't you know that's not the way that its done
Russell’s chasing after Moses with his old shotgun
and Becky
Cant you choose the one you love?
Terry’s not an honest man
He's stealing from the trucks at work
and Becky, please
Go home
You've been sleeping on the couch for days
Drinking all the beer and saying
You ain’t got no reason
you ain’t got no reason
you ain’t got no reason to go home
Sister liz is out there telling tales
She's at grandmas and she's got her on the telephone calling Russell saying,
“Russell go and get your gun.
You won’t believe what our sweet little becky has gone and done!”
and Becky, please
Go home
You've been sleeping on the couch for days
Drinking all the beer and sayin’
Rusty’s kicked Dilaudids
He's calling on the phone and he's crying in my ear, saying, “Man, I need my Becky
Man, I need my Becky
Man, I need my sweet becky at hooooome!”
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I woke up on Sunday morning
Tempted by the thought of sleeping in
But then you hooked your arm around me
To whisper please,
“Make eggs for me”
And so I did
With eyes forward
You snuck up on me in the kitchen
Moved by scarlet thoughts of lips to lips
And when you wrapped your arms around me,
I said, “Please, set the table for me,
And call the kids”
With eyes forward
And when you wonder why
Makes me wonder how
All the memories we buried under the ground
Found their way back to town
After the sun has left
No light behind to reflect on
All the memories we left back eating our ground
In that tidied town
I won't find work as a pilot
Nor build a house or dig a grave
Loving you's fine work
And we're so good at doing our jobs almost every day
With eyes forward
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longest hours, they get spent
casting a gaze upon it
like a puzzle of pieces
that just don’t fit
I taped to the shower door
and used as a poor compass to find the floor
and when the morning thanks the breeze
for
growing through the windows of the trees
I feel at ease
I feel at ease
elbow neck up a purpled highway
a sentient walking stick, screaming,
“Don’t look my way”
hide behind mohawk’s punkish coat
a demon’s reaching out from behind his back
and he’s planted where he stands
and when the morning thanks the breeze
for
growing through the windows of the trees
I feel at ease
I feel at ease
intersecting minds with parallel lines
somebody’s words, probably mine
and when the morning thanks the breeze
for
growing through the windows of the trees
I feel at ease
I feel at ease
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I need some
I'm in a lot of pain pills
temporarily relieve me of my ills
I need a tempo I can dance to
so I can get drunk
and scream out that I love you
now
before I go
I just wanna let you know
before I go
I just wanna let ya
I think we should be perfectly honest
each of us has a little dirt on us
all I need's a little hope and water
to clean up myself after my self slaughter
now
before I go
I just wanna let you know
before I go
I just wanna let ya
all these drugs
never make you disappear
they just help me smile
through my time here
I need some
I'm in a lot of pain pills
temporarily relieve me of my ills
I need a tempo I can dance to
so I can get drunk
and scream out that I love you
now
before I go
I just wanna let you know
before I go
I just wanna let ya
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the zombie
apocalypso is the song of this prudish
melody we’re calling “God”
and all his daughters
are conjuring up six pagan dogs with their priestesses with fiery red flesh headdresses on her
and all the muddy
rivers of this vital Earth are over teeming
with six corpses giving birth to awful armies
rape the world and giving head to the master, all the dead look simply understated in his arms
and I was certain to be the wander
certain certain certain certain
certain to be the wander
certain certain certain certain
certain to be the one
certainly the wandering eye of 666
keep me abreast, keep me abreast, keep me abreast of the
zombie
apocalypso is the song
of the prudish
melody we’re singing, God
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Some folks say
Not today
Lord Satan, weep
Cause I got away
By luck's design
I've won this time
Fuck you, Satan
Not today
But I won't
Live life that way
Biding my time
'till Satan tempts yours and mine
No, I'll make a stand
Make a fist with my hand
Fuck you, Satan
Today!
Today, Satan
Today, Satan
Today, Satan
Satan, Today
Today, Satan
Today, Satan
Today, Satan
Satan, Today
When you unfurl your wings
I'm sorry to say that you're just not as scary as you think,
Satan
Today, Satan
Today, Satan
Satan, Today
Today, Satan
Today, Satan
Today, Satan
Satan, Today
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I go to the liquor store
run out and go back for more
and in the evening when I leave the bar
I stop at the drive through liquor store
yeah
I got good genes in me
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West Michigan's Shiny Red Nothing passionately performs some of their biggest hits in this collection of live performances, culled from a year's worth of recordings, taken from a cell phone suspended over a cylindrical tin ashtray in the practice space known as Mexico (which the Shinies share with a mariachi band).
released September 14, 2019
Shiny Red Nothing is:
Jeremy Strickland - acoustic and electric guitars, banjolele, vox, and screams
Stephanie Cole - vox and tambourine
Tyrannosaurus Justice (TJ) Meyering - bass and back-up box
Shiny Red Nothing sometimes includes:
Tim Harrell - acoustic and electric guitars, banjolele, mandolin, and vox
Nick Kiekover - acoustic and electric guitars, xylophone, and back-up vox
Kevin Foster - cajon and back-up box
Zack Turner - drums
All songs by Jeremiah Strickland; ©2019 Punk Rock Superhero Music
except "Hope and Water" by Jason Wells ©Grandpa's Chili Music, originally performed by For Algernon
Apparent, Becky, Go Home, Chorus of the Zombie Apocalypso, & LetMe Be Your Liquor Man were originally performed by The Minni-Thins
www.shinyrednothing.com
