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Vowels in Her Name
01:53
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The years keep changing, but the gun's still in my heart.
And there's a serpent on the sideline telling me that I'm a star
Oh well.
I read the message in the bathroom of the bar. It said,
"well, if you like to party and you're bored give me a call"
So then impulse whips across me like a coked up disco ball
And that message in the bathroom becomes an encounter in the stall
oh well
I want to dance with the girl with the vowels in her name
You know, the one who thinks that conversation is interesting.
She can help me fix my life, and lend me dollars when my budget's tight.
And we can fly to Paris on a plane!
And she can keep me out of bars on a Tuesday afternoon
We'll go skating in the park and talk about the headlines in the news.
But no one's really interesting, it's all choreographed and real depressing
And she's sitting here with me because we got drunk.
Yeah, no one's really interesting, it's all choreographed and real depressing
And she's sleeping here with me because we got drunk.
Yeah, no one's really interesting, it's all choreographed and real depressing
And she's moving in with me because we got drunk.
Yeah, no one's really interesting, it's all choreographed and real depressing
And she's living here with me because we got drunk.
Because we got drunk.
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The Bouncer Up At Stubbs
02:19
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I got wasted in my home, I went out of it alone.
Then I ran into some guys, I used to hang out with sometimes.
Then we all gathered up inside the bar.
I was feeling pretty good when I went up for my first refill
Then I locked eyes, with this beautiful girl.
I told her about my issues and disregard for virtue.
She said, "you know what, babe, you don't have to sleep alone"
So! I threw down my drink and grabbed me keys.
We started touching all sexually.
We fell out the bar, and into my car, and into my home
Where things got animated.
Yeah we got animated.
And then the morning came, the girl was gone
And I was dressed in sheets.
I looked around for her number, but she hadn't left anything.
I asked around...
but no one knew her.
I asked around...
Someone said, "she dates the bouncer up at Stubb's...
the guy's enormous, he's always hanging around the pub.
I'm pretty sure he's a headcase, and that he thinks he's in love"
I asked around
"She dates the bouncer up at Stubbs"
"She dates the bouncer up at Stubbs!"
"She dates the bouncer up at Stubbs"
It was two in the morning, and I was looking over my shoulder
and I fell down
then I thought I saw that lover looking at me under the covers
Then I passed out. So help me God.
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3. |
NICE GIRLS
03:34
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4. |
W/O Regret
02:36
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Kicking around waiting for you to want me.
Living out my days sort of like I planned.
And if I ever told a lie, well, it was then.
And If I ever was alive, well, it was...
Kicking around waiting for you to want me.
Living out my days sort of like I planned.
And if I ever told a lie, well, it was then.
And If I ever was alive, well, it was then
And if these days go by without regret,
then you'll know I never said what I meant.
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5. |
Half of ATX
01:53
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She's having unprotected sex with half of Austin, Texas,
but I still answer her phone calls in the night.
And my record collection is an accurate reflection,
of the unemployed rejection dressed in black.
It's sort of like a TV show or a disaster at an Autozone,
where no one's laughing at the jokes you made.
It's pathetic and offensive, but I'm going on the offensive,
and I'm taking back the pitchfork and the fire.
She reminds me of a train ride through the Midwest in the summer.
Or a bookshelf full of picture books, but a wallet full of money
She's got tattoos of corporate logos in the middle of her back.
She went crazy when I passed outside the party,
well I simply could not find my way in.
Well, she went crazy when I passed outside the party,
man, I really could not find my way in.
She went crazy when I passed outside the party,
She's having unprotected sex with half of Austin, Texas,
but I still answer her phone calls in the night.
And my record collection is an accurate reflection,
of the unemployed rejection dressed in black.
It's sort of like a TV show or a disaster at an Autozone,
where no one's laughing at the jokes you made.
It's pathetic and offensive, but I'm going on the offensive,
and I'm taking back the pitchfork and the fire.
now she's fucking every asshole in town. (WOAH!)
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6. |
Sterile Treasure Island
02:50
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Steadfast, no action, the cars on the road.
Safe in a test tube with panels of foam.
Girls in bikinis, sick pregnant and poor,
selling me aspirin dipped in remorse.
Fade from the weekend into the dirt
Manifest nations for buckets of worms.
Holding the ace card up against your shirt,
her sterile treasure island's my semen resort
All poor results,
backflips and salt.
Ten days in one.
I only paid for four.
She's depressing,
manages to hold her own
I kept her letter on a page
inside a notepad.
A verse from the good book rolled up in my hand,
Stale clouds of smoke keep the kids in the band.
A trip for the summer, a walk in the park,
manual labor, no questions, he's dead
Tanja's got textbooks, a coat, and a badge.
Amber's an actress obsessed with her dad
The bike's in the gutter and stuck in reverse,
but that's not a reason to stay where you were.
All poor results,
backflips and salt.
Ten days in one.
I only paid for four.
Work's depressing,
stays around for good.
I kept her letter on a page
inside a notepad.
Steadfast, no accent, the cars on the road.
Safe in a test tube with panels of gold.
Girls in bikinis, sick pregnant and sore,
selling me aspirin dipped in remorse.
Fade from the evening into the dirt
Manifest nations for buckets of germs.
Holding the ace card up against your chest
her sterile treasure island's a safe place to rest.
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Ah, ah, Kentucky.
Why don't you come back to Virginia?
I could make some t-shirts that say,
"Hey! Part of Kentucky's Coming Back Home!"
And we'll remember.
That a significant part of Kentucky
used to belong to Virginia.
Used to belong
to Virginia.
To Virginia,
my sweet baby girl.
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8. |
Before You Reach Waco
02:21
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Waiting on my drawbacks to soak up in your bed.
You don't like opinions or drinking on the bend.
I don't mean no harm, but I think it's time you know.
That when that bus takes off for Dallas, you'll be riding it alone.
...yeah you'll be sucking off my enemies
....before you reach Waco
I packed your bags, they're waiting by the door.
Now here's an US Magazine for the road
Baby don't cry, both you and I know.
That you'll be sucking off my enemies before you reach Waco.
See, I like wading through the tall grass and wrestling with the dogs.
Postponing important decisions and drinking on the job
I don't mean no harm, but you just get in the way.
So here's your bus ticket to Dallas, now get out of my face
I packed your bags, they're waiting by the door.
Now here's an US Magazine for the road
Baby don't cry, both you and I know.
That you'll be sucking off my enemies before you reach Waco.
...yeah you'll be sucking off my enemies
....before you reach Waco
I said, before you reach Waco,
Oh hun, before you reach Waco
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Wilson Getchell
Wilson Getchell is a singer-songwriter currently based in Raleigh, NC. He's fronted numerous bands over the years, most notable Thirsty Curses and The Whiskey Decision.
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