hello monday
by Chad Nixon
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Digital Album
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Girl Named Monday
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Carry-on Bag
04:36
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IOU
05:16
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1000 steps
04:18
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BFD
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Good TV
03:50
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Hire Me
03:55
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about
This is a living, breathing album. It will progress and grow old; and, when I am done with it, it will die.
credits
released 01 January 2012
Jeff Hulett: most everything I didn't.
John Whittemore: owns a pedal steel.
Jeff Hulett: most everything I didn't.
John Whittemore: owns a pedal steel.
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feeds
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Through a yellow-lit window, half obscured by a small bush, can be seen a fidgeting young lab rat tirelessly mixing chemicals and waiting for an explosion.
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- Track Name: Girl Named Monday
- Tell the story of a girl named Monday came out her momma wearing high heel shoes hailed a cab and went her merry way she owned the room like a grand piano she worked a party like a pogo stick she took a drag and blew the boys away at age eight her dad got her a pony she didn't need she had a red corvette she had men who were giving her money for work she ain't even done yet fell in love with a girl named monday she was everything i'd never have i was told there never was a date every day was always wednesday it went on like for several years i chewed the bones that fell down from her plate one wednesday she leaned into tell me i could smell the wine all on her breath her eyes kept shooting me daggers thought i might catch my death fell asleep on a girl named monday tried to make it but she kissed all wrong there really ain't that much to say nobody ever tamed ole' monday she had some husbands and they pay her bills that bird has up and blown away one wednesday she leaned into tell me i could smell the blood all on her breath her eyes kept shooting me daggers thought i might catch my death
- Track Name: Carry-on Bag
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Minivan in the fastlane
can't seem to get around
just one more obstacle
on my way out of this town
Radio has been scanning
since I got out of bed
just a shifty companion
for the noise inside my head
I'm carrying everything everything I own
in a carry-on bag
I'll slip in through the back door
find a clique and a pen
Note the person they're missing
and buy some clothes for him
Let's say I have an opinion
Let's say I love Mountain Dew
unless you're checking my luggage
it's of no consequence to you
I'm carrying everything everything I own
in a carry-on bag
Her eyes were a color
that I had never seen
fell in love like an idiot
and slowly let her in
Then the act got confusing
she was bound to catch on
Caught me down in the basement
with a Steelers jacket on
I'm carrying everything everything I own
in a carry-on bag - Track Name: BFD
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I can smell bacon
In the living room
Or the den
She calls it that
There’s nothing like
There’s nothing like
There’s nothing like
Breakfast for dinner
Sweet as pancake
Syrup she is
The butter
That tops it all
There’s nothing like…
Breakfast for dinner
And how can I explain myself?
My love I can’t explain myself
When she calls me
And says come on
I’ll be running to the kitchen
To go and get me some
With empty plates
And stomachs full
And closing eyes
We both agree
There’s nothing like…
Breakfast for dinner - Track Name: Good TV
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There were cameras in the mirrors in the floor and in the cake
We knew from the start this was all a mistake
But the hottub looked good and our love seemed strong
So we moved into their house and we sang along
We sang
La da da dot da
La da da dot da da da
La da da dot da
Bring it on.
By episode two the cast already had the blues
Everything seems more important when you put it on the news
But we made friends with all the camera men
And we faked a smile that knew no end
Singing
La da da dot da
La da da dot da da da
La da da dot da
Bring it on.
We know what’s good TV
We know we know
We know what’s good tv
You gotta put on a show
The cameras kept rolling and so did the show
As we poured the gasoline all over the floor
While it all went up into a bright orange sea
I could see the director behind it, and he was smiling at me
Singing
La da da dot da
La da da dot da da da
La da da dot da
Bring it on.
There was a house on a lake, a gazebo too
A poodle name Terence, a pussy named Sue
A tired tree, that same old routine
And two struggling actors on channel 13
Singing
La da da dot da
La da da dot da da da
La da da dot da
Bring it on.
We know what’s good TV
We know we know
We know what’s good TV
You gotta put on a show
