Plenty

by Shout Magic

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credits

released 15 January 2010
Steve Bozzone, Drums, Percussion, Vocals
Mikey Casalaina, Vocals, Guitars, Autoharp
Michael Hicks, Guitars, Melodica, Vocals
Chuck Zak, Bass, Guitars, Vocals

w/ Alexander Bockman, Keys, Vocals
Dawn Webster, Trumpets
Barry McCommon, Trombones
Mike Kania, Saxophones

Recorded at Window to the Woods, Sylvania PA
and Chief City Recordings, Philadelphia PA
Spring-Summer 2008

Artwork by Alina Josan

All songs and recordings by Shout Magic
Mixed & mastered by Steve Bozzone except
Rock 'n Soul Part 2 mixed by Josh Pannepacker
Produced by Shout Magic for Chief City Recordings

www.shoutmagic.com
www.chiefcity.com

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Track Name: Sylvania
"Is that hail? Holy shit."
Track Name: Shadow Traffic
We go from hidden driveways
to shadow traffic
blacktop leading to a backdrop,
backlit

A better commute
in radio times when
the streets have fleas
between where the lines end

What am I, your chauffeur?
What am I, the livery?
You belittle me,
'til it cuts down to the middle of me.

We move in atlas van lines
get necklace tan lines
"one time only"
special offers

Helvetica suits
medical times when
the manes will lead to a sneeze
in the lion's den

Her bridges, crumbling
Her plumbing is rusting
We're driving from something
to nothing

What am I, your chauffeur?
What am I, the livery?
You belittle me,
'til it cuts down to the middle of me.
Track Name: Just So
It's a misplaced heart of gold
that needs it just so
You'll unfold as it unfolds
and it's just so

Such a gentle stranglehold

Hit or miss or hot and cold
I believe so
You'll unfold as it unfolds
and it's just so
Track Name: My Kiss Is Off Your List
You drew the floods
until I'd had enough
of this
and I'm off your list

And I'm off the grid
you're off, offering
something
I've squarely missed

I know what I did,
cause I did it.
I couldn't keep the lid on
It was so much like
a transcript,
the minutes
from beginning it to finish
I wish I'd left you right
right…

In time it'll serve me right.

I'm calling my own bluff
haven't you had enough
of this?
cross me off your list
Track Name: On Board
Alone again,
I get to thinking about the big x
bid the best,
and heading fast toward the Delaware.
Track Name: Sois Delgado
¿Porqué?
Track Name: Meteoric Rise
You took too long to decide
what you thought you thought
was right
You put all kidding aside
in an attempt to make light.

You go off on my even hand

You tip scales and motion to whales
to give a buck to the elephants
You're surprised when everything fails
you deny the evidence

You'll even go off on my even hand

Take a tip from the meteoric rise!
The prehistoric demise
in favorable light.

You took too long to decide
what you thought you thought
was right
You put all kidding aside
to get your name in the by-line
Track Name: Astrocytes
They'd given up
on what they shouldn't've:
free love can't buy me oil.

Their children, coddled, spoiled but unloved,
doing what they shouldn't've done.
That's what we've done,
and done, and done.

Astrocytes, astrocytes can ignite
in a bright flash of light
with our synapses firing.
And we won't calm down.

Dad comes up,
a cigar box full of drugs,
saying, "C'mere son,
what have you done?"
"What Jesus wouldn't've done!"
That's what we've done.
Watching 'em
watching us learn from 'em.

Arteries, arteries
part of me wants to be
at the part of the heart that's beating.
But we won't calm down.
Track Name: Rock 'n' Soul Part 2
Our cousin just saw Hall and Oates
at a balloon show.
He said the crowd went 50 rows,
I suppose.

It sounds like a dance, a stance,
with your hands on the neck of a guitar

And at the birth of rock n' soul
could they've known?
Daryl to John, "This shit is gold."
"I suppose."

It sounds like a dance, a stance,
with your hands on your hip
it sounds like a dance, a stance,
with your hands on the neck of a guitar
Track Name: Puppet Jobs
You're not missing anything,
You'd end up in the same place,
Only this way, we're one step better,
we're unhappy

You're not missing anything,
It's a sunshine state of the union
in a state in the backwards limelight,
like puppet jobs, we're unhappy.

We're unhappy.
We're unhappy.

It's a dilemma
then, then, then, you try
you try to get it back
but you can't get it...
Track Name: Hard Right
Overnight, we fell on hard times
it's still a far cry.
They took the national anthem and panned it
hard right
they took a hard line
and pushed a harder line

but there's still love in the W. era

After years, the fear is
that the calls of the fallen
will have fallen on deaf ears.
Track Name: Phone Call
You give me nothing at all, save for a phone call.
Track Name: Dark Part
All our plans have fallen through
All our hands point at you
All our palms open
to no one like we've ever seen
and there's no chance in hell
we'll skip the dark part of the dream

All our hands point at you
All our palms open
we're soft-spoken; we've broken knees
and there's no chance in hell
we'll skip the dark part of the dream

We won't be subdued
when we've so much to loose
We won't bury our lips
or whisper bits that'd be better screamed
and there's no chance in hell
we'll skip the dark part of the dream
Track Name: Frost Coated Pies
Never falter ... nevermind,
falter or fall as often as you like.
Never bother to apologize,
no sense in baking frost-coated pies

or minting fur-plated dimes
you say there's money and it's coming our way,
then you toss us pennies
like well-wishers at Ben Franklin's grave
or have you forgotten already?

Never the bridesmaid, never the bride
we slip to our paranoid side

Off and on, off and on, on the mend.
Cutting us off here again,
until we steer clear of dear friends.