1. |
Let You Down
04:30
|
|||
|
Today I'm 35 and I plan to stay alive
I told you on that stage that I'd love you till you die
And I'm not gonna let you down
No, I won't let you down
Signing off on yet another song of myself
Celebrating nothing but still toasting to my health
And I'm not gonna let you down
No, I won't let you down
Avoiding psychedelics, saying no to Nate's cocaine
Getting high on life is how you truly go insane
But I'm not gonna let you down
No, I won't let you down
Pounding margaritas like I did at 22
Only turns me into someone alien to you
So I'm not gonna let you down
No, I won't let you down
Sure to find some comfort in a mid-range Tuscan red
Just to think about it's going straight to my head
But I'm not gonna let you down
No, I won't let you down
No, I won't let you down
|
||||
2. |
Enchirito
03:32
|
|||
|
Think of the perfect flowers
Think of the perfect seeds
Now throw them in a blender
And take a look at me
Drove to Escondido
Lester Bangs's hometown
Ate my enchirito
With the windows down
I don't know you
Get out of my head
At least for a little while
Else we'll end up dead
I don't know you
Get out of my life
I'm a simple man
Two cats, one wife
Went to the seminary
Studied to be a priest
Came out a poet junkie
Hustling melodies
It's not that I'm a liar
It's not that I'm a cheat
But sometimes my desire
Gets the best of me
I don't know you
Get out of my bed
I'm a married man
I'm not your boyfriend
I don't know you
Get off my mind
At least for a little while
If you'd be so kind
The camps down at the border
Are an onerous mistake
We're all a bunch of assholes
We'll be burned at stake
If we live to see it
But there's a question mark
Hanging around your ankles
Where no shackles are
I don't know you
Get out of my house
I'm a peaceful man
I couldn't hurt a mouse
I don't know you
Get out of my head
Ain't much left to do now
Might as well be dead
|
||||
3. |
Atlanta
05:22
|
|||
|
I knew a girl, she took medicine
She doesn’t take it anymore
She’s thinking about taking it again
I don’t blame her, that’s for sure
I met a guy selling scratcher tix
He made a dollar, maybe more
He’ll trade it for a menthol cigarette
But I don’t smoke those anymore
Living in Atlanta, Fulton County, Georgia
Twenty-first centry antebellum era
Living in Atlanta, Fifth District Georgia
Living in the South but I’m from California
Twenty-first century antebellum era
Twenty-first century antebellum era
Oh no
Forgot about the anniversary
Of the offbrand fascist state
I felt like shit so I ate some Fentanyl
America’s never looked so great
You see, down here we do things different
We talk to Jesus all the time
Our dicks get hard for mama’s barbecue
Going to church, and getting high
Living in Atlanta, Fulton County, Georgia
Twenty-first century antebellum era
Living in Atlanta, John Lewis Georgia
Living in the South but I’m from California
Twenty-first century antebellum era
Twenty-first century antebellum era
Oh no
Thinking about moving north again
New York, maybe somewhere else
Get a job and have some children
Rob a bank and buy a house
I bought a burger from the president
Came with a bachelor’s degree
Now I’m managing a Waffle House
Whistling old Dixie
|
||||
4. |
Laura
09:05
|
|||
|
January 5th, 2018
For those keeping track, that’s tomorrow morning
January 5th, 1985
Thirty-three years passed, somehow I’m still alive
But there ain’t no sign
Of Laura
Going with my wife to the rock show
Seeing all the faces of people I know
Drink some shitty beer, smoke a little weed
If she were still around, this’d be her scene
But there ain’t no sign
Of Laura
What if I told you everything is beautiful?
What if I told you everything is great?
Then I’d be a liar, but not a bad one
Have you heard this one before?
I hesitate to repeat myself cause there ain’t
There ain’t no turning back
Late February 2018
Driving a rental back to Philly
Listening to Cursive and thinking about here
Crying so hard I should probably pull over
Late February 2013
Hit me like nothing that I’d ever seen
If I had loved you more, I don’t know what that would mean
But the things I didn’t know couldn’t change anything
Cause there ain’t no sign
Of Laura
No, there ain’t no sign
Of Laura
I thought I saw you in the ice cream parlor
You were drinking milkshakes, milkshakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
I don’t think you knew you were in this song
I hesitate to repeat myself
Cause there ain’t
There ain’t no turning back
|
||||
5. |
Everything Must Go
04:02
|
|||
|
The gates of hell, the two of us
The soiled sheets, The Right Stuff
The orange couch, the coffee beans
The onyx pipe for those bad dreams
Been thinking about this time for weeks
Now that it’s here, it's giving me the creeps
Been thinking about this time for months
Now that it’s here, can’t sleep for once
There’s something you don’t know
It’s what I forgot to show
It’s my heart and it’s my soul
Everything must go
Everything must go
Martin Luther’s limousine
Projecting gospel on the movie screen
Mothers vaping in the streets
Their children cry in the magazines
Been thinking about this shit for months
Now that it’s here, can rest for once
Been thinking about this shit for days
Now that I’m home for the holidays
There’s something you don’t know
It’s what I didn’t want to show you
Here’s my heart and here’s my soul
Everything must go
Everything must go
Walking down Fifth Avenue
I figured out what’s best for you
Chocolate milk, Uzbeki food,
A lover in a better mood
Been thinking about this shit for weeks
Now that it’s here, it's giving me the creeps
Been thinking about all this for years
So glad I have, cause now you’re here
|
||||
6. |
Grifter Blues
03:36
|
|||
|
Rich young Brooklyn mother
I want to take you to Mexico
Rich young Brooklyn mother
Run away with me to Mexico
I’ll get you far from those babies
And we’ll spend some time alone
Upper East Side mama
Buy me a ticket to Monaco
Upper East Side lady
Fly with me to Monte Carlo
We’ll take in the Riviera
Blow a wad in the casino
If you ain’t never had
The things that you lack
The tastes that you acquire
The ideas that you have
Can turn out pretty bad
Now isn’t that sad?
To live your whole life knowing
Just what you could have had
Connecticut divorcée
Rent me out your extra room
Connecticut divorcée
Let me stay in your guest room
Late one night over Barolo
I’m gonna sidle up next to you
|
||||
7. |
Seven Day Waltz
04:04
|
|||
|
Thursday in the park
You and I and all
Your cousins in New York
Thursday in New York
Your cousins in the park
Friday after dark
I’ve had three beers or more
I’m thinking about that part
When we get home
Friday after dark
That’s my favorite part
Saturday alarm
That furry drummer’s drumming
Can’t barely feel my heart
I’m so alone
Saturday alarm
Can’t barely feel my heart
Sunday at Walmart
In Chalmette, Louisiana
Drinking in our car
Driving you home
Sunday at Chalmart
Daiquiris to go
Mondays spent apart
While you’re out making headlines
It’s not the hardest part
But it feels that way
Mondays spent apart
Can be the hardest part
Tuesday after all
A week’s worth of complaining
Music to my ears
Tuesday rolls along
Just like a country song
Wednesday night at eight
I’m taking you to the movies
You’d better not be late
Film Forum at eight
Consider it a date
|
||||
8. |
Port Authority
06:20
|
|||
|
Excuse me son, thank you for stopping
I noticed you walking
At quite a pace
But hear me out
I’ve got to ask if you’d be willing
To sling me shilling,
Whatever you’ve got
I don’t know what the future holds
But the past, it’s been a mess
If you knew just what I’ve been through
You’d lend me what you can
Can you help a struggling vet get a little dinner tonight?
Can you help a struggling vet get a little dinner tonight?
I’m no saint, I’d be first to tell you
I ain’t trying to sell you
No horseshit
(Pardon my French)
But ever since I came to the city
Things have been pretty...gritty
Been down on my luck
These last few nights have been something else
Something hard, something rough
A bite to eat, something cold to drink
Would surely be enough
Can you help a struggling vet get a little dinner tonight?
Can you help a struggling vet get a little dinner tonight?
|
||||
9. |
Life
04:33
|
|||
|
They were riding on the subway
They were dancing in the gloom
They were sunbathing on Broadway
But we stayed in our room
They were talking through the movie
Eating takeout at Grant’s Tomb
They were chasing truth and beauty
We were logging on to Zoom
Life
Doesn’t have to
Stop at your front door
Remember what the hell
You’re living for
They were passing legislation
They were blowing up balloons
They debated escalation
While we binged on cartoons
They were posting necrophilia
They were jerking it to Dune
They were headed for the highway
We slept in till noon
Life
Doesn’t have to
Stop at your front door
Remember what the hell
You’re living for
|
||||
10. |
Letting Go
04:18
|
|||
|
Gonna call up my dad
Agree with everything he said
Gonna stand on my head
Before I let you go
Gonna dial 911
Confess to every sin that I've done
Gonna stare at the sun
Before I let you go
Gonna change my career
Finally gonna pierce my right ear
Gonna miss the premiere
Before I let you go
Gonna cry, gonna shout
But I'll let you go
Gonna move to Phoenix
Gonna amputate my very own penis
Gonna give it all to Jesus
Before I let you go
Gonna dig my own grave
Bathe in truck stop aftershave
Bound to misbehave
Before I let you go
Gonna rant, gonna rave
But I'll let you go
Gonna run for Congress
Leak all the dirt they've got on us
Gonna steal, gonna pry
Gonna squeal, gonna die
Gonna look into your eye
Before I let you go
Gonna plead, gonna curse
Gonna make things even worse
Gonna say goodbye
And let you go
|
||||
Pizza Guy New York
Deposition coming Fall 2024
Pizza Guy recommends:
Sounds From the Parallel Present
by The LeBarons
I contributed keyboards to this minor masterpiece from Dan Frankeberger & Nate Bergquist.
go to album
Andrew Marzoni in four songs.
go to album
New East Berlin & Other Stories
by Shouts & Murmurs
Bryan Gottshall's & my 2015 New Orleans debut.
go to albumIf you like Pizza Guy, you may also like:
The Studio Recordings Part One
by Fly My Pretties
The New Zealand's collaborative group's first studio album is chock-full of delightful folk and country music.
go to album
String Theory
by Fly My Pretties
featured on Bandcamp Radio Nov 8, 2016
go to album
Dakota Blue Moon
by Jackson Harden
Gorgeous acoustic Americana from North Carolina, stripped-back and sublime.
go to album
