Craig Moorhead's THE PROBLEM W/ TROUBLES
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THE LYRICS:

Fanfare pt.1
(instrumental)


Cover Charge
(vocals by Mis B)
They posted a sign
For a cover charge
Because from now on
Nobody is getting in for free


Thank You, Mis B
Risa's not short for Teresa
At least I don't think that it is
But if I was wrong I doubt she'd tell me
For fear that she might make me feel bad so
Risa's not short for Teresa
But that's my assumption I guess
It's just been one week and I feel like I know her
But obviously there are things to learn
Like if Risa is short for Teresa
The spellings are not similar
Except for the R and the S and the A
There's little to link these names together now
Three hours
Three hours in the sun
A mellow
That cannot be undone
A fellow is waiting
His question is this


Fail (You're Prone To Failure)
(solo by Diz-ave Ris-nies)
Remember back in high school
The science teacher said
It's alright to fail
There is a method
To how you wrinkle brains
And it can't be bound no how
Hypothetical constructs
For experimental bang
And all the neurons sang

Na na na na na naaaah
Na na na na na naaaah

And back in high school
The dreamers were not dead
Yeah I could tell
But ever since then
I've seen the sparkle fade
Yeah I've been fanning my own embers
But just a little failure
Like in those golden days
When all the neurons sang

Na na na na na naaaah
Na na na na na naaaah
Na na na na na naaaah
Na na na na na naaaah

Now back in high school
Tried Fairies and Poison
I tried redheads and Day
Tried drugs and alcohol
Tried telling truths and lies
And looking in my grandmother's eyes
Persistence and flicker
That's how my heart was won
Then sang all the neurons

Na na na na na naaaah
Na na na na na naaaah

It is fail
You're prone to fail
You're not suppose to win each time
And maybe when you do
You've failed at failing
Maybe you have failed at failing
Maybe you cannot stop failing


The Problem W/ Troubles
The problem with troubles is there's never any doubt
That some day you're gonna have to let them go
And sometimes you don't want to let them go
But you'd be much better off if you let them go
And moooove on
She said she needs to moooove on
But you don't want her to moooove on
And that's the problem with troubles


ILY3
I love you
I love you more
I love you 3
I love you 4
I love you in
I love you out
I love you grin
I love you pout
I love you now
I love you then
I love you once
I love you again

I love you
I love you uh-huh
I love you up
I love you under
I love you fall
I love you stand
I love you dull
And I love you grand
I love you fuck
I love you love
I love you make something out of

I love you
I love you more
I love you 3
I love you 4
I love you


Dialtones
I wish we were kissing
It would be awful fun
Something sweet and painful to be ending on
As it stands
As it stands
I'm afraid
I'm afraid
But there's a time we've left wasted in these days

I wish I was staying
Though I can't wait to leave
My head full of big knowledge that you're sending with me
As it stands
As it stands
I'm amazed
I'm amazed
But there's a time we've left wasted in these days

I wish it was raining
So that we could both be dry
To hold brightly those worlds which hide inside your eyes
As it stands
As it stands
I'm ashamed
It's a shame
That there's a time we've left wasted in these days

Now do you agree
Do you have something left of me
Cos I feel something's missing
I think it's strange
How quickly this was all arranged
How perfectly you have disappeared

I wish we could listen
Yeah, I wish that we could talk
Dialtones now just remind me of what I lost
As it stands
As it stands
If I sit here and complain
Well, the world just gets older in these days
Yeah the world just gets older in these days
There is a time we've left wasted in these days


I'll Bet Sally's Jealous
Burned up I am
You are my ghost
On chairs in lights
Through eyes that's all
You say you're down
Well it goes around

Here's another song about you
Turning you feline if it's true
We are closed they tell us
We drive late and careless

A curvey line
Straightens my spine
But it's way in back
Now ain't it strange
This current state
Distance is closeness

Here's another song about you
It is a tune about me too
I hope you're not embarrassed
There's no need to be embarrassed
Nonsense is need
Ed nonsense is
Needed nonsense
Here's another song about you
Turning you feline if it's true
Fake days and umbrellas
All your other fellas
What exactly will time tell us

Making Sally jealous
Making Sally jealous
I'll bet Sally's jealous


15min.
It's a fifteen minute song
It is not fifteen minutes long
I started it at 12 o'clock one day
By 12:05 the song was underway
By 12:15 I had a finished song

It's a fifteen minute song
It is not fifteen minutes long
Someone spilled milk in the parking lot
If the sun comes out, that will stink a lot
But if it rains the milk will go away

It's a spilled milk parking lot
It is not a flower shop
At the flower shop a girl works with her mom
Mom doesn't know where her daughter is coming from
But that's okay the girl makes good bouquets

It's a right popular shop
It is not an astronaut
The astronaut ain't feeling great these days
He's not an astronaut but who cares anyways
The astronaut has just learned how to fly

It's a lonely astro


The Lonely Astronaut
(additional vocals by Mis B)
I'm a lonely astronaut
Flying through the air
Looking back at earth
Looking for my kids
Looking for my wife
Thinking about my life

I just recently learned how to fly
Now I'm going to give it a try

I'm a lonely astronaut
In a rooftop orbit
Not sure how I got here
The birds they don't see so high
They don't talk and they can fly
Dadblame it so can I

I just recently learned how to fly
Now I'm going to give it try

I'm a lonely astronaut
Flying through the air
Don't know anyone who cares
Spent all of my time
Trying to stay inside
Trying not to hope

Cos hope gets too heavy to fly
And I'm going to give it a try
Cos I feel like I've wasted my time
Got no kids got no wife
Got no life I can live
Tired of negative
And I'm tired of shy
Now I'm going to fly

Yes I'm going to fly
Up into that glad sky
Up past the stars and up past that guy
And if should get to where I wanna go
There'll be no more pain
There'll be no more snow


Central America
You put your arms around my equator baby
You kept me in the middle of your thoughts
I had my fill of central America baby
Got sick of watching it get knocked out
You always loved that central America baby
You always pulled it off with such style
When Sarah sang about angel arms baby
It would implode my heart every time

Each time I came home to you
And each time I would leave you blue
But on each trip down 85
I was sure we could survive

We made promises that broke baby
And now I'm writing past tense songs
My friends tell me it's such a shame baby
But they can't tell me what went wrong

You said you thought I could replace you baby
You said you thought I was never in love
You must've been talking about yourself baby
And I think it is a shame but good luck

And now I've got nostalgia
For central America
You sang lullabyes that woke
And you told fairy tales when you spoke

And now I've got nostalgia
For central America
You sang lullabyes that woke
And you told fairy tales when you spoke


It's Exciting To Be Excited
(instrumental)


The Trouble W/ Problems
The trouble with problems is you've got to figure out
That big secret that everyone else knows
And I don't know what everyone else knows
But when I know the thing that everyone who knows it knows
I'll moooove on
(she says she needs) I'll moooove on
(but you don't want her) I'll moooove on
(And that's the problem with troubles)


Checklist
Yeah now I've got my toothbrush and I've got my comb
I've got glass from the window and a cord for the phone
But I lied before cos I don't own a comb
But I've got a dresser and a polaroid

Yeah now I've got pictures of my friends of mine
They are all pulchritudinous yeah they're looking fine
I've got a dictionary which you may have guessed
And a digital watch that I laid to rest

CHORUS - If I were to leave anything behind
That would make me very sad
So I'm checking off my checklist
Is there anything to add

Yeah now I've got my posters and I've got my gum
I've got all your letters and I treasure 'em
I've got my elephant that is made of rock
It is a gift from my friend with the golden locks
Yeah now I've got my comics and my two guitars
With all the stuff I have it'll take two cars
It is a painful headache but ya know I don't care
Cos it'll all be worth it once I get there

CHORUS


Frozen Again
It snowed and everything got quiet
Quite a sight sigh and give in
Covered like the rest of that town
Covered up I'm staying in
I'm staying in
I'm staying in

Time to think time to sit and think
Think about what happened here
Things got so covered up here
Covered up I'm staying in
I'm staying in
I'm staying in
Frozen again

What I need now is something round
Something that's soft moves and won't stop
What I need now is something real
Something that bleeds feels and can't see

It snowed and everything became clear
I was all frozen again
Being too new to be frozen
What was covered I would reveal
I would reveal
I would reveal

Are you limping are you shaking
Is it too heavy to steer
Maybe we just need a break here
We just need a clean break dear
Another break
Another fake
Another year

What I need now is something round
Something that's soft moves and won't stop
What I need now is something real
Something that bleeds feels and can't see

And it hasn't snowed this hard since 1992
You know it broke my heart
And now I'm wondering just how well I know you

What I need now is something there
Something that's gone to turn off and on
What I need now is something to lose
Something that can leave me confused


I Love Me Some You
I love me some you
It's true - it's true
A moonlight bath
A cat claw scratch
You are so cool

I love me some you
It's true - it's true
Between my thumbs
A blade of grass
Vibrating some

I love me some you
It's true - it's true
You waited while
I was a child
You're still Superman

I love me some you

I love me some you
It's true - it's true
A fairy tape
You said was great
It's strange indeed

I love me some you
It's true - it's true
A Lombard
To my Wargrave
And still on stage

I love me some you
It's true - it's true
Now take your time
You're such a prude
Now take... your time

Space Boxers?
Up in Denver
When them four yellow fellas came together
Sitting at a table
Surrounded by all them small walls

To avoid the snow beat
Two years before the century's complete
No bullfights or iron
They tore down a Great Wall

The rotten Apple
Not to be outdone on this debacle
Stopped the presses
And presented a bite of Mandarin

The xenophobic
Who'd seen the open state as something horrid
Marched on Peking
In numbers doubled by their fists

They said they needed some space

Foreign nations
Were now on the way definitely
To open Fists
And not Harmonious necessarily

And up in Denver
Them four yellow fellas now were tethered
And they promised
The lie would be kept gravely discrete

They said they needed some space
They said they needed some space
They say you see it from space
From space
From space


Crickets In Your Sleeve
His pants look like overcooked hot dogs
And that shirt makes him feel like Peter Pan
If you have the quarter he needs
He'll ask you for it

And the girls have a picture of llama
Over the TV
One girl I've seen in her pajamas
The other two are just friends

Another guy does the Dew diet
He sleeps across the hall from me
And when he's asleep
He's really asleep

And this town holds us on a backroad
That looks like a crime scene
The deer will stare at your headlights
Crickets will jump in your sleeve

Crickets will jump in your sleeve
No I can't believe
Those crickets will jump in your sleeve
No I can't believe
The crickets will jump in your sleeve
No I can't believe
Those crickets will jump in y our sleeve
No I can't believe


Pretty Girl
(guitar sample by Nicky P.)
I'm amazed
You're pretty
It's Sunday
And I'm pretty amazed
You're a pretty girl
You're a very pretty girl
It's Sunday
You're pretty
It's Sunday
C'mon pretty girl
It's Sunday
You're pretty
It's Sunday
I'm pretty amazed
It's Sunday
You're a pretty girl
C'mon pretty girl


C'mon
(solo by Diz-riz-ave Riesmoninoff / extra yellin' by Mis B)
Well c'mon
Get in this van with me
We're gonna drive cross town
It is a pretty day
It is a bit windy
What shall we talk about
Maybe I'll make a joke
About the things you like
Then we'll make a movie
Then maybe you'll fade out
I'll get all covered up
Listening to Portishead

And thinking of my past
Like a movie soundtrack
I think I've listened long enough

So c'mon
It's nearly Christmas now
I'm driving to your house
You don't know I'll be there
I'm a little bit scared
Then we will roll your friends
Down in your basement
I cannot climb the steps

You hug me at the door
As shoes lay all around
You whisper something in my ear

Now c'mon
Get in this car with me
I wanna drive you
Down through the mountain pass
Down through the piney trees
So you'll see dead man's curve
You'll see the tree that hums
We'll stay up late at night

Under the Christmas lights
And now I'm thinking back
To something you whispered in my ear
About a nice surprise
And I wondered what you meant
As I crunched back through the leaves

In your yard
On the way to my car (x7)

On the way in your yard to my car

C'mon (x6)


Fanfare pt. 2
(instrumental)