hello monday

by Chad Nixon

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This is a living, breathing album. It will progress and grow old; and, when I am done with it, it will die.

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released 01 January 2012

Jeff Hulett: most everything I didn't.
John Whittemore: owns a pedal steel.

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Chad Nixon Memphis, Tennessee

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
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
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
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