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1.
Beach Song 03:36
I'm gonna tell it to you How I'm headed out of the door Room in the front seat for two Two in the back seat make four We will play by the shore Let it simmer down a little more Now I'm spreading the news How I'm clocking out of the time Note on the front door goodbye Three more bottles of wine Its ok, I feel fine Maybe salty water change your mind Catch the edge of the bay Run it all the way to the cliff Towel a little bit frayed Thumb brought you here on a lift Its alright, its ok Just can't keep it level every day Shake it up Squeeze another lime Come on baby, kiss me one more time...
2.
I knew a guy who knew a guy who knew Ian MacKaye, it didn't get me anywhere But when I met an old gay who had known Claude McKay- then I had ganja to spare You call me even when I tell you to leave me alone, you get me all worked up on the telephone Oh baby, you got the drop on me You know cotton is down to a quarter a pound and my pants are worn through at the knees You said you had a relative in the entertainment business But now I'm sweeping the floor at your uncles TV store What the hell is this? Oh you know I'm just trying to get ahead, but most days you won't even let me get out bed Oh baby, you got the drop on me I try to keep my head down in this miserable town but you just won't let me be Oh I'm good with my hands, I know how to drive stick I can tune a guitar in my sleep But my back's getting bad and the last job I had, they said I was clever, not deep Its not how old I am its how old I feel, and you put a crack in my drivin' wheel Oh baby, you got the drop on me And when I went down to our old hometown they said your brother was looking for me Oh baby, bring your banjo back to Harlem Bring your banjo back to Harlem, come on back to Banana Bottom Baby come on back to me
3.
Oh my car is fucked And the cheese you bought is bad It was already moldy when I opened it And I think the leak in the sink is back And that I'm not your one and only Let's complain, let's complain If we can't be in love then let's complain Let's complain, let's complain Well it's sunny now, but here comes the rain Let's complain, let's complain Well I fell in love with a girl on the radio But at her rock'n'roll show I didn't know what to say to her She's a tough girl in the verses But a sweet girl in the chorus And she won't ever know what I think of her Let's complain, let's complain If we can't fall in love then let's complain Let's complain, let's complain Well they called it pleasure but it felt like pain Let's complain, let's complain I'd prefer if the way you were Was the way I made you out to be All the same, it's a losing game And yeah, you heard it first from me Now you know its tough to be the only band that's not from Brooklyn And you know how no one ever returns my phone calls So if you don't care as much as everybody else don't I can't see how it matters very much at all Let's complain, let's complain You never listen so why explain Let's complain, let's complain Well I've said it once and I will again Let's complain, let's complain
4.
Your song's too long Your song's too long Your song's too long Your song's too long You opened up nice, with two verses and a chorus But right after that you started to bore us You were four minutes into your first guitar solo When I looked at my watch and it said "TIME TO GO" Had a couple of drinks and I went to the can Came out to find you still stuck in the same jam Your keyboardist locked in a one chord vamp Maybe his hand has developed a cramp Your chops appear real, like the Shroud of Turin But I'm sure I've heard that lick ten times before If I don't fall asleep I'll hear it ten times more Like astronauts that circle back through golden clouds of their own urine I'm beginning to feel like the needle is stuck In a groove thats a trend no one onstage can buck Your song's too long Your song's too long Your song's too long Your song's too long Down at the front the beery crowd was all cheering But I was like Ambrose Bierce, disappearing Your drummer seemed the model of modern restraint But the spotlight went on him and suddenly he ain't My songs all top out at two minutes thirty If I play any longer it makes me feel dirty My lyrics concise, my solos succinct I just took one now but you missed it, you blinked.... Your song's too long Your song's too long Your song's too long Your song's too long
5.
I tried to tell you in the night That with a girl like you I could do without guided tours You tried to tell me in the day That your leading exports were textiles and iron ore Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the only words that I knew for sure Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the three little words that I knew you'd adore Leaving my syntax back at school I was grown for a loss over gender and simple rules You mentioned Kant and I was shocked ... so shocked You know, where I come from, none of the girls have such foul tongues Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the only words that I knew for sure Hasta Manana Monsieur I'm gonna do it now C'est la vie, c'est la mort, say no more, no no more It's all the same , whether here or there or anywhere There's them who have, and there are the others who have not Kimono my house mon amour I am sure that this motion don't need noaccompanying words Gues I was wrong because you've fied Leaving me with Michelin Guide and half-empty foreign bed Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the only words that I knew for sure Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the three little words that I knew you'd adore

credits

released February 14, 2013

"El Rey" Fork- vocal stylings
and
Conjunto Cuchillo:
Jane Boxall- xylorimba and percussion
Ray Paczkowski- keyboards and keyboard bass
Kevin Stevens- electric guitar
Russ Lawton- drums
Raph Worrick- acoustic guitar

Special guests-
Heimo Wallner- trumpet
Karen Ferguson- backing vocals and ukulele
The Casilio Sisters- backing vocals
Matt Rogalsky- backing vocals and saucy sounds

Recorded June 2012 by Matt Rogalsky and Roger Stauss. Additional recording by Jonathan Sahula and Martin Zrost.

Mixed and Mastered by Matt Rogalsky at Memory Device.

All songs by Raph Worrick, copyright 2012 Ray Fork Music (ASCAP) except "Hasta Mañana Monsieur" by Ron and Russell Mael, copyright 1973 EMI/Virgin

This album is dedicated to the memory of Dave Harries, Veronica Villanueva, and Kevin Hurley. They all loved music.

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