Phoebe

by Chris Lambert

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released December 14, 2010

©2010 Dash Heart Dash Music BMI. All rights reserved.
Produced by Chris Lambert. Artwork by Maya Garcia. Additional drumming by Mike Burns. Tracked at Radiant Radish Recording Studio.

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Track Name: Phoebe
There’s no way out of this
I’m empty, and I’m racing fast to exist
If I could stay on the floor
And fondle its fibers, I’d never ask you for more
Cause Phoebe, maybe we won’t work out later
I’ll settle just for a kiss

Stuck to my bottom lip
Face to face, hip to hip
Blushing all through your clothes
Breathing out through your nose

There’s no incentive for this
Our fingers tangled
Our right hands bent at the wrist
But all four eyes on the door
An exit’s coming, but who knows when
Or what for?
Cause Phoebe, maybe we don’t know our places
I’ll keep my distance, for sure

Clung to my bottom lip
Spent the night in my grip
Blushing all through your clothes
Breathing into my nose

If you can’t see this by now
You’re as thick as the smoke in your lungs

Stuck to my bottom lip
Tongue-tied in my grip
Blushing all through your clothes
Breathing out through your nose
You’ve got to have a heart to give it
Here’s a white lie we can live with: “We’ll be fine”
Track Name: Pink All Over
I wonder if she’s pink all over
Or if her face has got a mind of its own
I wonder if she dreams in color
Or if they’re black and white, and dark and alone

I wonder if she’s fixed on me
Or if she’s flexible and free

Did the arrow hit the apple?
Cause I can’t tell, for the life of me

I wonder if I’m so important
That she could put them down and never look back
Some nights, I feel just like an orphan
But with a mouth to kiss
And marks up my back

I wonder if she’s fixed on me
Or if she’s flexible and free
Cause I can’t see

If the arrow hit the apple
I can’t tell, for the life of me
Did the arrow hit the apple?
Cause I can’t tell, for the life of me
Did the arrow hit the apple?
Cause I can’t tell, for the life of me
Did the arrow hit the apple?
Cause I can’t tell, for the life of me
Track Name: Casino Night
We are dissolving
And you’re in a dress that defies gravity
Your legs are distracting
And I’m in a world that decries sanity
If you were offended, I beg your forgiveness
But I’ve never been fake
If you want to change me, it won’t make me angry
I will bend til I break

Cause I’m the kind of guy
Who never gets past ‘friends’
But, on the brighter side
My losses ate my wins
And then some

You are a pixie
And I am the man who denies everything
My heart is an arrow
And you’re the direction it’s been pointing in
We are dissolving
And I dream of all things that could start with an H
If you want to tease, then I’ll make it easy
I will wince as I break

Cause I’m the kind of guy
Who never gets past ‘friends’
But, on the brighter side
My losses ate my wins
And then some
…And then some
…And then some
…And then some
Track Name: Get Out Of Sackville
It doesn’t matter where you’re born
You can’t wait to get out
Though I thought differently before
I see it clearly now
In my head, there’s a plastic molded thread
Holding me up
Above a massive sea of blackness
Get out of Sackville, Chris, before it’s too late

When all the buildings call your name
It’s best to answer back with an arduous refrain
To stifle their attack
Cause in our heads, there are rows of made-up beds
Where we sleep until we learn to use our feet
It takes practice, but get out of Sackville, Chris
Before it’s too late
And you end up like every Sackville hack that you hate
Track Name: Cabazon
We drove 300 miles to see
The brontosaurus on the side of the road
In love with the interstate and the sun
The car was silent, I felt nearly alone
You caught my subtle glances at you
And with a smile, you confirmed what I feared
I forced my focus back on the road
And sat as stoic as the statues we neared

No stops until our exit appeared
We traded bug eyes as I pulled on the brakes
I looked so chivalrous in my head
As I grabbed your hand, like it was my hand to take
Sun-soaked and desert-baked for an hour
The lightest tone of your hair timidly shown
The softest kiss in Cabazon was ours
We got excited for the prospect of home
Track Name: Two Airplanes
I’m a realistic person
But I’m putting too much faith in my windpipe dreams
I’m shaking like a pilgrim
As I fingerpaint your name in the window steam
I can’t get to sleep
So I’m playing back the tapes of the shapes I’ve seen
I’m sick with the grippe
Spitting curses at the ceiling to wash it clean

I’m taking this harder than it seems

I’m an altruistic person
But I’m putting too much hope in the human race
I’m twisting like a dancer
As I canonize your name and the way you taste
I can’t be discreet
So I’m biting on my fingers to save my face
I’m mixed up with you
And my mind is knotted up in the interlace

I’m taking this harder than it seems

And if you want to stay with me
Then let’s take this to the floor

I remember the night
Track Name: The Boy With The Crooked Spine
Trapped in dirty water
Break free from your shelter
Last call: do you want to leave me?

Headline:
Mother, Father Drop Their Dirty Daughter
Tell me, does she want to leave me?

The boy with the crooked spine
Did he ever love her?
Trapped on the other side
He never even touched her
Glass as an obstacle
Did he ever see her mouth
Come clear up her forehead?

Swam through muddy water
Just to find he held her
Last straw
If your hands can find the door, then leave me

The boy with the crooked spine
Did he ever love her?
Trapped on the other side
He never even touched her
Glass as an obstacle
Did he ever see her mouth
Come clear up her forehead?

And I’ve been all around the world
I still can’t find a better girl
And I’ve been all around the world
I still can’t find a better girl

The boy with the crooked spine
Did he ever love her?
Trapped on the other side
He never even touched her
Glass as an obstacle
Did he ever see her mouth
Come clear up her forehead?
Track Name: Limoncello
I can’t remember
When I finally got a look at your hands
But I remember
When you cut them on the lip of a tin can
I can’t remember all the titles
Of the songs that I’ve sung
But I remember
When I finally tasted love on my tongue

I came to walk with you, and worship you
And play with your hair
I slept alone, but when I woke up
You were suddenly there
I spent the summer
In a multi-colored catamaran
I nearly fainted
When I finally got a look at your hands
Track Name: Blended Elephant
I think I’ll start my day
With a blended Elephant
To wash the taste away
I thought I hated everything
But then I looked around the foggy town
I wasn’t anywhere at all
If I could have a wish
I wouldn’t wish for anything

I spent a lovely day
On an ugly chariot
I found a lead bouquet
But I couldn’t carry it
So I just walked around the same old town
I wasn’t anywhere at all
I’d gotten months away
But I couldn’t bury it

Stuck to my bottom lip
Tongue-tied in my grip
Blushing all through your clothes
Breathing out through your nose
You’ve got to have a heart
Track Name: Weatherfield
I didn’t want to see her head
But I was in the neighborhood
Suburban hillsides neatly spread
The sunshine hiding like it should

The fog comes in in blankets
Til I can’t see her
She swears the brand of cancer
Makes it fancier
But I can hardly watch

I didn’t want to see your face
Til I was in a better place
With turtle shells and sugar pills
And sunscreen for my pale face

Do you still remember
In the parking lot
The time we sat for hours
In our parking spot
Until we hurt and cried?