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Mary isn’t the girl I thought I’d be with
When I traded vows at the altar
She’s not even the one that I meant to phone
when I thought the “5” in that number was “4”
I was only talking about the weather
When I said things were getting rough
By my estimations this disaster
Was something I just never would’ve dreamed of
I remember the times when she used to laugh
Just to make me feel like a joker
In the end it was I pretending to smile
When her insincere sense of humor had died
Bathing in the alcoholic sunlight
Warms imperfect memories
When my common sense
No longer burns bright
Could explain the feeling that I’m
Waiting around in the dark
You’ve been busy making a fool of my heart
But if you want to love me then you should be around
Mary isn’t the girl I thought I’d be with
But now I feel alone when without her
She’s not even the one I thought that she was
When I wondered what in the hell I had done
Indifferent to all the cars and stoplights
While I was barely driving by
When my common sense no longer works right
Could explain the feeling that I’m
Waiting around in the dark
Looking at our past in perfect focus
Makes the imperfections
Seem so obvious
And more ridiculous
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2. |
Young Again
05:34
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Recently divorced
He left for Dewey Beach
With some old high school friends
Sucked in his gut and bought
Some new swim trunks
To try it all again
I could be in love again
Bottle & Cork late night
Heavy heart and cigarettes
Fresh ice in my gin
I could be in love again
Picture on the postcard
Lonely eyes can be concealed
Covered up by cheap Ray-Bans
And he feels like he’s Young Again
Like a girl in a summer dress
As she walks down the boardwalk
Young Again
Resolve strengthens
as he sips on a fresh gin
he’s pulling his hair from the side
I could be in love again
Picture on the postcard
Perfect sunset, perfect tan
I brush the hair away from your skin
And he feels like he’s young again
Like a kid on Christmas day
As he stares at the new sled
Young Again
As he walks to the dance floor
His resolve will be crumbling
They’re all so young and beautiful
Young Again
And all the college boys say
I’ll never be like him
When I grow up
I won’t be that lonely
I used to share that sentiment
When I was 10 years old
Like the ‘Bastards’ Paul Westerberg
Once sang about
I think I know now
And the laughing and pointing
Just a big disappointment
Suck it in all you want, man
We all want to be young again
He retreats from the dance floor
This is not like the postcard
As he slams down the rail drink
The lights begin to spin
This is not like the postcard
Drunk alone in a strange bar
How the hell could you leave me?
Supposed to be death ‘til us end
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All That She Pretends
05:06
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Love me if you please
Been cut off at the bees knees
I can’t even tell you why
Rivers jump their banks
This isn’t that different
Memories will fade
Or tighten up like shrink-wrap
This should come as no surprise
I’m afraid of breaking the promise
She’s got a finger
Pressed upon her lips
‘This will be our secret’
She’s got the patsy
At her fingertips
Everybody knows it
Making me believe the lie
Was easier than she first thought
It’s all that she pretends to be
Beauty as she glides
Been caught up in your landslide
Nothing ever seemed as clear
Nature sometimes kills
This isn’t that different
Things get overlooked
Like common sense in romance
This should come as no surprise
Passion comes in pretty disguises
How can you stand
That she’s a million miles away
She’s holding your hand
But she’s a million miles away
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4. |
Coming Home
03:15
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Packed up from Chicago at 3:00am
Sweat soaked through your favorite shirt
I wore it out again
I forget the big appeal of cigarettes
But they’re piling up in the ashtray
As we drive away from the West
Coming Home
About a million songs
About coming home
I’m so goddamn arrogant
That I decided to write one more
Hope you sing along
Coming home
Bright lights of Bloomington at 6:00am
Phil’s asleep beside me
I wore him out again
I’m so tired of seeing your face through a telephone
The Replacements are on the radio
Singing ‘Can’t Hardly Wait’
Coming home
Pennsylvania Turnpike and we’re almost home
Hope you bought a paper and put some coffee on
Every time I see you now I’m almost gone
Wilco’s on the radio
Singing ‘Don’t Forget the Flowers’
Coming Home
You said I’d never written you
A real love song
Here is your love song
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Maybe God is a practical joker
And he knows I’ve got a short fuse
Maybe I’m in this thing for the last time
And it feels like there’s everything to lose
Maybe love is the answer
to my questions
I know I can’t refuse
And I know
I could love this life forever
If I could be with you
But I’m gonna be all alone
Maybe God has a Hollywood ending
That he’s under some pressure to rewrite
Switched the signs at a fork in the highway
And I’ve fallen off the narrow path tonight
Maybe love
is the only true salvation
I know I can’t refuse
And I know
I could love this life forever
If I could be with you
But this is the irony of truth
The punchline is set
The joke is through
I’m gonna be all I am to you
I’m gonna be all alone
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6. |
Honeysuckle
03:32
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Looks like she’s leaving
She’s gonna miss a beautiful season
This time she’s’ going
‘round the time the blooms start showing
I’m staring at a runway
Hoping she’ll make it back someday
If the honeysuckle won’t keep you here
It’s blooming all along the fence now, dear
The way you left
You made things clear today
Who cares anyway?
Hugged by the flowers
She’s leaving in another hour
She’s really leaving
She’s gonna miss a beautiful season
I’m staring at a runway
Hoping she’ll make it back someday
If the honeysuckle don’t’ keep you here
It’s blooming all along the fence now, dear
The way you left
You made things clear today
If the gravel road won’t bring you back
To kick an old tire down a railroad track
The way you left
I hope you’ll get back this way
It sure hurts anyway
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Sputnik, Baby!
02:46
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I built a satellite to win you over
Your best friend said
You weren’t impressed
Too many lovers and
Not enough time to spend
Put me in orbit with the rest
Let me come down
I thought about it & it made me crazy
Just to hang around while you decide
I cried for three days straight
While we disintegrate
Burn down your happy satellite
Let me come down
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I think you know me
Better after 10 years now
Maybe we should just pretend
That if we look real soft
We’ll overlook what we’ve lost
Maybe we should just pretend
Cause I feel like I could die
Trying not to make a sound
And I feel like we’re in danger
Feeling like we’ve run aground
And I feel like letting go
Slowly let it slip away
And I feel like we’re in danger
I think it’s awfully silly
What we just can’t admit
Maybe we should just pretend
That the beginning of me
Is the ending of me and you
Cause I feel like letting go
Slowly let it slip away
As the sound of pens on paper
Separate what little remains
And I feel so underwhelmed
As the words that we had one time vowed
Are like echoes in the water
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9. |
Waltzing the New House
04:10
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I’m waltzing the new house with you
Cause nobody else knows what we’ve been through
The hard times and battles
By now they’re out of view
And I’m waltzing the new house with you
You pulled us over
At the house on the corner
You took my hand from the wheel
You took your high road
And I knocked you over
But we never forgot how to feel
I’m waltzing the new house with you
Cause nobody else knows what we’ve been through
The hard times and battles
By now they’re out of view
And I’m waltzing the new house with you
Now you’re beside me
And we’re growing older
The wind blows much harder up here
So we’ll throw a party
And invite all the doubters
And dance through the good time and tears
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10. |
Not Enough You
03:45
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Too much time
Without enough to do
And I’ve been reading dark,
Southern fiction novels
that make me feel blue
Another shit town
I’ve got something to prove
And not enough you
Too much road
Not enough home
When I called you up on Friday
You sounded so alone
You sit tight
I’ve got more road to do
And not enough you
I’ll come home
You’ll pretend you don’t care
We’ll sit down over coffee
I’ll tell you all about my year
A lot of bad luck
And a lot of bad food
And not enough you
Not enough you
We keep reliving the problems
That we’ve been through
I’ll come home
Darlin’ we’ll pull through
Me and you
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Quitter UK Fairfax, Virginia
In 2003, DC music veterans, Todd Watts & Scott Brotemarkle teamed up with longtime friend David Strickland to play acoustic shows as a 3-piece. Soon after, old pals Chuck Andrada & Eric Vislay joined up. The ten songs on the album showcase the band's versatility and disdain for genre pigeonholing. From power pop to country to lounge music, Quitter leaves the categorizing to its listeners. ... more
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