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Birdstain​-​EP

by al Riggs

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Submarine 03:02
Thinking 'bout a number between 1 and 42 Doesn't matter if you get it right or wrong I'm still mad at you I wanna grab you by the ears and pull you back home Until you finally admit that I'm not Better off alone Writing letters to the girl who owns a submarine It's quite a long way down underwater 15,000 leagues Until your head explodes from pressure from the Underwater walls I won't miss you at all OK, I will 'Cause there's nothing for me here above ground Looking for the splendid sound Of silent pleas for sanity You really affected me
2.
Well, I see signs on the side of the road that say "Firewood for sale" With all the Rs spelled backwards and all of the signs Missing the Es Another sign on the side of the road said "Suicide's not the solution" Well, I don't know Don't you think it'd make for a good song to write? CHORUS Wave 'bye' to Jesus, kids The Christ of The Ozarks Is on the way to Dairy Queen Day old coffee and magazines When you're busy stacking books on the table The Hitchhiker's Guide and the Bible Don't look that different On my way to Red Bank, NJ With my dad on summer break Stopping at the Mystery Hole, I can't breathe a word My faith was based around movies I was too young to see But back then, I understood every word of them CHORUS
3.
I was stuck on auto-pilot, heading towards A plasticine mirage You cleared all the drums and synthesizers out of my Run-down garage I rode rocket ships down snowy tips of mountain tops And water slides You blamed all the damage on yourself and pinned your Elbows to your arms And I said I should be dead after all the blows to the head That I received when you and me went off to see sights Still unseen All in a day's work for the Mystery Driver Greased up like a pig at the state fair on our Independence Day I glided through the stratosphere and sang all the songs They wouldn't play I faced every decision with enough panache, I never Had to think You looked above and slapped your hand Down on the bar, demanding more to drink Your eyes would water when your daughter Stepped right up to join in on the slaughter Your son would be the only one who'd say that Being tied up's pretty fun All in a day's work for the Mystery Driver Have another drink on me and see if your Dreams come true in the end Drag your children to my evil lair And I'll prove to you who's a real friend to whom All in a day's work for the Mystery Driver
4.
Spaceboys, hello, how are you? How are things way back in '72? Are the people still people in the sense that they screw All the money that you have accrued? And I don't know how long it'll last Only so many people still live in the past The rest have tied their idols to the front of the mast You can only get so far with a God-given ass And the records still sell pretty well All the conflicted young men still sit for a spell And let your music take them out of their hell It catches them if they ever fell Spaceboys, hello, how are you? It's the year Aught-Eleven and they forgot about you Each copy of "Hunky Dory" that they snap in two Makes me wish I was back in '72 Oh, I wish I was back there with you.
5.
Boy, I'm getting tired of your accessibility It's getting to me, it's getting to me Grabbing everything you can regardless of what you see It's getting to me, it's getting to me Throwing stones into the ocean Life during wartime is in motion Can't you give me nothing but surrender? Can't you give me nothing but surrender? Boy, I'm missing all the times you talked about your fears Open up to me, open up to me It's not like I've been deaf and dumb for 3 long years Open up to me, open up to me Throwing stones into the ocean All of the plans are put in motion Can't you give me nothing but attention? Can't you give me nothing but attention? Six ships sank thanks to pettiness and ignorance You don't wanna turn the lighthouse on You just wanna dance You just wanna bounce around You just wanna paint the town red Like you did last night I'm done with putting up a fight Throwing stones into the ocean We used to be poetry in motion Can't you give me nothing but a sign, babe? Can't you give me nothing but a sign, babe
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I drove it deep into chests I drove my points back home They called back in response "Bring your points back home, We're not done with them yet" CHORUS I'm just riding breaks Down your steep hills I'm just riding breaks Just for the cheap thrills The bass guitarist went home Kicking a can all the way The lead guitarist followed Neither of them came back To work the next day CHORUS What would I have to do without you?

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This is a collection of songs I recorded to get myself started. Only a few of these songs will make it onto my first album "Swanville Revisited", which is half-way done. The EP is much more indie-rock influenced than "SR", whereas "SR" is more influenced by folk, glam rock, and piano ballads.
Please enjoy what has kept me up at night for months and months on end.

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released February 17, 2011

AL Riggs- guitars, piano, keyboards, bass, accordion, banjo, additional percussion, shouting, hand claps, trumpet, trombone, laundry hamper, cardboard box

All drums are loops from Apple's GarageBand program.

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al Riggs Durham, North Carolina

Sad Songs For, About, And Written By Birds

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