Songs for Strippers (and other professions)

by Swallows

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    Swallows 2008 debut album.

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1.
I'll bet I'm lookin' pretty ugly I'll bet I'm lookin' pretty sad Why do you act so disappointed? I'll bet I make you pretty mad I don't want empty conversations And I don't wanna meet your dad I want to push myself against you I need to taste you pretty bad Just take one look at me I'm not your kind of man What I lack in feelings I make up in stamina I look so good when we're together You don't look it but you should Just take one look at me I'm not your kind of man Every time that we're together You push, you push And you think it's pretty clever To push, to push, to push, to push, to push I'm feelin' pretty seasick Fucked up, misunderstood I put up with all this bullshit Just to see that little bush You want passion, you want meaning I want ecstasy and joy I need to have it in the moment Don't need a man, you need a boy Just take one look at me I'm not your kind of man Just take one look at me I'm not your kind of man Just take one look at me I'm not your kind of man
2.
04:11
I'm holding communion with my autograph On the back of a postcard to an old girlfriend I’m so guilty for my lack of identity I don't want to be the campus president Or a mealy-mouthed hipster from the psychic orient I just want to be a merry man I don't want to be a Jack Kerouac Expending all my energy And returning right back To where I began I don't want to climb any corporate ladder Fending off my enemies with super-slick diplomacy I just want to be a merry man I don't want to be a brain-dead patriot Or a Christ-loving Marxist conspiracy nut I just want to be a merry man I don't want to be a Jack Kerouac Expending all my energy And returning right back To where I began Great American spirit Sang the song of himself Lost and lonesome icon He fell off the end of the earth Fell off the end of the earth Fell off the end of the earth I don't want to be a Jack Kerouac Expending all my energy And returning right back To where I began
3.
You can't remember what cut you to pieces The flash of that knife still holds you down You see yourself as some battle-worn princess But you're more like quicksand than bullets and shrapnel You draw the line but can't seem to hold it Homesteader between the lost and loved You want someone Who knows what you're missing, But your scars remind you You're all alone Hold on, hold on You've had enough But I won't let you down You like everything fast, hard as steel Take a fist to a slap in the face You hate people who cry when they suffer You're like concrete that cracks but won't break Come close to your heart and it ceases beating All gauges zero and every clock stops You're like a squad car first to the crime scene You've got a way of shutting down the block Hold on, hold on You've had enough But I won't let you down Down Down Down Hold on, hold on You've had enough But I won't let you down Hold on, hold on You've had enough But I won't let you down
4.
I've got a taste for some raw red meat Girl or boy, young and sweet (or old and nasty) Transmutation as the sun goes down Myopia makes the world so soft and round I don't feel like I'm coming through clear at all 3 a.m. in the produce aisle Shiny wet fruit goes on for miles and miles No fun bathing in the hyper-light Everything so clean and bright and real I don't feel like I'm coming through clear at all I feel alive I'm the craven king I'll come in close Yeah, I'll make you scream I've been reading the Marquis de Sade How to tie a good knot and make it feel like love Candles, incense I don't mind I'll bring the whips, you shut the blinds I don't feel like I'm coming through clear at all I feel alive I'm the craven king I'll come in close Yeah, I'll make you scream Daylight shoves me up against the wall I built it up, so I'll tear it down Edges edges everywhere I need some respite from this glare I don't feel like I'm coming through clear at all I feel alive I'm the craven king I'll cut you nice Yeah, I'll make you scream I'll take your dignity And strap it to your soul I'll dress your wounds after I sink my teeth right to your bones
5.
04:22
You come to me You come to me You come to me Come alone You come to me My heart is cold You come to me Or I'll come to you You come to me Your flesh is warm You come to me And drink my words, my blood I'll teach you I'll teach you I'll give you life and air to breathe I'll leave you begging me I'll leave you hurting, all alone Waiting for me to come back home You come to me I'll cover you in oil You come with me And I'll cleanse you Yeah, I'll cleanse you You come to me My heart is cold You come to me Or I'll rip into your soul I'll find you Yeah, I'll find you I'll break the flesh 'til there's no pain No thoughts dividing suffering In full presence you will come To the light behind the image of the living one I promise you I promise you I promise you I promise you
6.
04:09
Got my mind made up I'm not scared Better listen up Get prepared I'm movin' on Like long, long gone I'll let the government Take its share But you're no charity Let's get that square You're a real hard ball And your back's against the wall Too many headaches Too much pain If I tell another lie I'll go insane I want it all And I'm headed for a fall You don't open up very well You need to live it up Can't you tell? I won't be on call When you've got me crawling Up the walls You'd better lighten up Learn to share You'd better find a way To drown your cares In drink or song Or whatever gets you movin' on Too much bullshit Too much pain If I watch you cry again I'm gonna fucking scream You’re gonna stall 'Til I yell fuck all You've got a sick lie Perched in the place of love And you're gonna feed that bird 'Til it eats you right up You never knew when love flew past you I'll have a heart attack Lose my hair Gain a hundred pounds of despair That's why I'm movin' on Like long, long gone You'd better hold on tight Better hold on good I'm gonna catch a ride Through these petrified woods I'd better roll Before I get bulldozed Yeah, I'm gonna hitch a ride Before this gets real mean I'm not explaining nothing No words to turn on me I'll burn it all Before I let you make me crawl I'll burn it all Before I let you make me crawl I'll burn it all... Hardball
7.
I said goodbye to nothing I can't take it anymore To have you waiting for me When I don't give a damn So, you've given up hope So, I wasted your time Days like this You're feeling cold as hell Days like this Slow motion, slow to fade You're dessicated You still fear the water, still fear the air You can't stand the surface But you can't swim these depths Slow, so slow to move So, you won’t save yourself I know you're out there Caught in a trap You won't let go But I won't watch the days pass me by I won't dry up No, I won't fade I won't let the will in me die Days like this They're like a slow suicide Days like this Will eat you alive Days like this Will cut you with cold steel Days like this Slow motion, slow to fade
8.
I'm still thinkin' that you're near On the couch or up the stairs Your voice wakes me in the night I hear you come in to tell me, "It's alright" I sense your laughter in the air The scent of soap left in your hair Your polished wit Your quick-draw mind Shooting back at me Like bullets from the divine I saw you last night at the bitter end With your high boots on Sexy little child Bright-eyed and free Turning every head your way... Even the ghost of you A moment's view Could bring me right down to my knees I took a drive out to the coast To find those cliffs Where we got lost Two happy drunks Too stoned to get far I threw the last of you To the waves and to the stars I saw you last night at the bitter end With those high boots on Your coquettish smile So charming and free Playing the French courtesan Who will pull you close Like you're the one Who will bring her Every gift that she needs I've come a long way to find you here Past the river Styx and the ferryman You ran away from my last goodbye And the light flew away with you I saw you last night at the bitter end With those high boots on Sexy little child So bright-eyed and free Drank one last happy shot Then the bar cleared out The lights came up My world shut down And you were gone I saw you last night at the bitter end With those high boots on Sexy little child So bright-eyed and free Turnin' every head your way Even the ghost of you A moment's view Could bring me right down Even the ghost of you A moment's view Could bring me right down Even the ghost of you A moment's view Could bring me right down To my knees
9.
04:36
Standing outside It's late and I'm anxious and tired I'm trying to shake off that feeling I shouldn't have done what I've just done I hope I didn't give you my number I hope you don't remember my name I keep walking back through the same old things You'd think I'd know which way to turn To turn You'd better look at yourself And take back that moment The one where you came undone Lost your head and your heart The day that your soul went numb I don't even know what your name is I don't even know what I came for I'm feeling so worried and wasted I'm never coming 'round again 'Round again 'Round again I don't even know where my car is I hope all I told you were lies I'm feeling so worthless and wasted I'm never coming 'round again 'Round again 'Round again You'd better look at yourself And take back that moment The one where you came undone Lost your head and your heart The day that your soul went numb You'd better learn what you want What you want What you want What you want What you want
10.
I'm learning to swim again Navigating the underworld Big fish, small life I feel lighter, can finally breathe Jet streams write mute symphonies Arhythmic, sublime And I don't want to hear everybody say You swim away from your troubles That gills and fins are no substitutes For lungs and air and surfaces I'm overwhelmed by humidity Heaviness bearing down on me My own special gravity I'm a slave to geography Can't see what’s controlling me But the roots run deep And I don't want to hear everybody say You've turned away from your promise You're lost, you can’t follow the map You walk away from the obvious ways . . . To spread your wings and fly Spread your wings and fly Into the bright, clear sky But I'm no insect, no butterfly larvae I'm a lungfish or some bottom feeder Bad character who prefers the dim light To the harsh glare and hard surfaces Maps and clocks and directions Mathematical, tried and true methods Zip-locked and marketed, anti- Bacterial, airbrushed and polished Cleaner than clean can be clean Shiny lovely 'Til daylight 'Til daylight 'Til daylight Puts an end to night Puts an end to night I'll take my bow and dive Take my bow and dive Into the deep divine
11.
07:01
Let's put our party hats on And get out tonight We'll drink to our future 'Til we're hopeful and bright And we won't destroy the moment Worrying about money and life We're gonna make our last stand And do it up right We can care about tomorrow When we turn out the lights I really can't remember The last time that we felt right Wash over me, eventide Come down to me, eventide I'm sorry for the hard words The distrust and lies And the drunken tirades In the dead of the night I guess I've lost my balance I'm probably less than alright Wash over me, eventide Come down to me, eventide I don't know whose side I'm on I don't know what went wrong Oh, maybe I'm wrong Oh, baby, you're gone [when you comin' home now?] You've been pretty restless Tired of drifting through life I promise we can get through If we focus our sights On the life we should be living The one where we're happy and light Wash over me, eventide Come down to me, eventide Wash over me, eventide Come down to me, eventide Watch over me Watch over me Watch over me Watch over me

about

"It is seldom that one gets to enthusiastically introduce new bands with raw talent, but this is one of those moments. . . . This quartet brings a blend of classic blues, a barrage of eclectic instruments, and warm yet gritty Nick Cave vocals to a state otherwise known for Atmosphere and Sage Francis." - David Buchanan, CONSEQUENCE OF SOUND

"Eleven tracks of vintage rock and roll that will tear you up." - John Siwicki, THE COMFORT COMES

"Sometimes feeling East Coast in direction, with that raw New York rock sound . . . a little post-indie guitar twang that breaks into a gritty vocal line that brings to mind Tom Waits. . . . This is definitely an album that you need to let play. If you just listen to the first song and give up, you're going to miss something that could be very important." - Marcel Feldmar, THE RED ALERT

"There is enough here to keep me happy including the riffy 'Not Your Kind Of Man', the ballad 'Come To Me' and the almost Blues-like 'Days Like This', which are the highlights on this eleven track set. . . . It's the kind of album that Bad Seeds/Grinderman fans would warm to . . . well worth checking out." - Stuart Hamilton, ZEITGEIST (UK)

"Swallows delivers some straight ahead rock and roll; very Headstones-esque." - Robert Lines, BROKEN PENCIL

"Every so often this all gets put together with a sense of truly lovely craft - 'Bottom Feeder' becomes a neo-sea shanty, complete with strings, that nearly takes the whole album to a new level on its own - while around the corners there's bits of random psychedelia creeping out ('I Won't Let You Down' draws on the same late-night moodout that the Darkside's 'Guitar Voodoo' does). " - Ned Raggett, ALL MUSIC GUIDE

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released July 22, 2008

Jeff Crandall - vocals, guitar, piano
Aaron Kerr - cello
Patrick Hennessey - drums
Jason Fritts - bass
Leigh Gregory - guitar
Randy Gildersleeve - mandolin, guitar
Frank Spencer - keyboards, organ

“Days Like This” by Jeff Crandall and Frank Spencer
All other songs by Jeff Crandall
All songs published by Swallow the Music LLC
Produced by Jeff Crandall
Production assistance by Aaron Kerr, Randy Gildersleeve and Frank Spencer
Mixed by Randy Gildersleeve, Jeff Crandall and Frank Spencer
Arranged by Jeff Crandall and Aaron Kerr
Engineered by Randy Gildersleeve
Additional engineering by Jason Orris, Dustin Miller and Damien Rasmussen

Recorded at GilderSound, Forest Lake, MN; The Terrarium, Minneapolis, MN; and smokeandmirrors productions, San Francisco, CA
CD Mastered by JJ Golden at Golden Mastering, Ventura, CA
CD Manufactured by Noiseland Industries, Minneapolis. MN

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