Produced by Tim Brickley and David Rheins. All songs by Tim Brickley and David Rheins, except "Mission of mercy." by Pete Gable, Tim Brickley and David Rheins.
SIDE ONE It's over (the fat gal is singing.) Step in peace (tic tac toe.) Maryjayne (it's four twenty and I think of you.) Be apart.
SIDE TWO Walking into town. (I want to give to) Charity. All I can say (I got nothing to say.) The days have gone against us.
SIDE THREE Kalispell. The family. Mission of mercy. Getalife (tm.)
SIDE FOUR You always were the first to go. Tell John and George (we said hi.) I love this place. Into the end.
It’s either yes or it’s no. It’s either stop or it’s go. Stop hiding and take the next step.
You’re either in or you’re out. Stop mucking about. Stop hiding and take the next step.
It’s over, the fat gal is singing. She’s bringing good tidings of joy (fucking joy.) It’s over so stop all your hiding, your lying and trying to control.
Jeff Chapin: drums. Robin Reuter: drums. Dr. Tom Waldo: bass. Brett Cantrell: electric guitar. Larry DeMyer: Feedback Sea and The Big Riff. Amanda Lumpkin: The Sweet Harmony. DR: vox, etc. TB: acoustic+electric guitar, Wurlitzer EP, vox.
Time to write another love song, this time while it’s hot. Gonna sing about what it is and forget about what it’s not.
Here’s to hope and old-fashioned romance. To breathing in calm and breathing out smile. To being in the present moment and celebrate the wonder of it all.
Tic -tac -toe (tic-tac-toe) I step in peace (I step in peace) and my peace into your peace equals more than one. Tic-tac -toe (tic-tac-toe) I step in peace (I step in peace) and my piece into your piece equals more than one.
Time to write another love song, a ramblin’, ambling, title’s-way-too-long song. Thank you, baby, for making it great. I’m living once again.
Time to write another love song, this time while it’s hot. Gonna sing about what it is and forget about what it’s not.
Tic -tac -toe (tic-tac-toe) I step in peace (I step in peace) and my peace into your peace equals more than one. Tic-tac -toe (tic-tac-toe) I step in peace (I step in peace) and my piece into your piece equals more than one.
Peace.
Brian Parsley: drums. Dietrick Klooster: bass. Connor Gehlert: electric guitar. Larry DeMyer: electric guitar. Brett Cantrell: electric guitar. Leonard: deep vox. Amanda Lumpkin: harmony vox. TB: acoustic guitars, Wurlitzer EP, vox.
It’s four twenty and I think of you, Maryjayne. Since you ran out on me things ain’t quite the same, Maryjayne. There’s no color in this lonely sky, without you honey I just want to cry. I’m sad and only feeling pain, without you, Maryjayne.
I miss your tender touch and your sweet smell, Maryjayne. Without you darling, I don’t do so well, Maryjayne. You left me high and dry, without you, honey, I just wanna die. I’m sad and only feeling pain, without you, Maryjayne.
Maryjayne. Maryjay-yay-yay-yay-jayne.
We met back in high school, Maryjayne, my-my Maryjayne. Out in the parking lot laughing at their silly rules, Maryjayne. You showed me how to laugh and sing, you flower/angel/anything. I know someday freedom will ring, we need you, Maryjayne.
Maryjayne. Mary Jay-yay-yay-yay-jayne.
It’s four twenty and I think of you, Maryjayne.
Jeff Chapin: drums. Tim Williams: percussion. Ben Wah Salami: Garden Weasel. Brett Cantrell: rocking lead geetar. Connor Gehlert: cosmic reggae guitars L/R. Flatland Harmony Experiment: ghost vox. Neil Cain: much-copied intro guitar riff. Jenni Gregory: vox. Mark Kocher:bass TB: acoustic/electric guitars, bass, Wurlitzer, basket shaker, vox.
When they want you to conform, to exchange your ideals for the norm, to stay in line or to reform, be apart.
Be apart in everything that you do. Be apart any manner that you choose. Be apart doesn’t matter win or lose.
Life is not a game. Winners and losers are the same as long as you remain true to the ways of your heart. Be apart.
Be apart from those Xeroxed heroes around you. Be apart from the pettiness that surrounds you. Be apart never join, never compromise. Be apart never give in to those plastic guys.
The limit is your inner skies, the dreams you have may all be realized as long as you be apart.
Stay true to your heart. Be apart. Be a part.
Brian Yarde: drums. Jonathan Stombaugh: bass. Rob Dixon: alto saxophones. TB: acoustic and electric guitars, Wurlitzer EP, Omnisphere, vox.
No sir, I didn’t have a chance, guy comes up to me and says, “You just lost your money, mister. You gotta play the game, you gotta play the game, you gotta play the game.”
See, you still owe up on the ante, and you’re playing for your future’s sake.” I don’t remember wanting to play. But everybody’s doing it. Why? Nobody says. Why? Nobody says. Why? Nobody says.
Walking into town. Walking into town. Walking into town. Walking into town.
I’ve been walking for a fortnight, and my feet shuffling is the only sound. I’m so tired of this tramp’s plight and so I’m walking into town.
Not an ancestor in the county. I’ve been judged out-of-place. They say I’m carrying bounty But I’m sure we burned the last trace, we burned the last trace, we burned the last trace.
Walking into town. Walking into town. Walking into town. Walking into town.
No sir, I didn’t have a chance.
Matthew Price: drums. Dr. Tom Waldo: bass. Brett Cantrell: electric guitar. TB: acoustic + electric guitars, Wurlitzer EP, synthi, vox.