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Jellyfish Album



2006
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Worthless Heart (Demo)
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Let 'Em In/That Is Why (Live)
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No Matter What (Live)
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Family Tree (Demo)
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She turned the nightlight on a blew him a kiss.
He stared back through is green crayola eyes.
She traced his likeness from off the back of a disc.
Next to the boxtop promise of the biggest prize.
Joining a fan club with my friends.
Filling our bathtubs with tee shirts and 8 x 10's.
He looks so dreamy,
I'm in love from afar.
When I'm picking up a fallen star.
Downstairs the late show's blasting 'age of the rock'.
The greedy monks playin' last Sunday at the milky way.
Mom's writing checks to the minister in the corner singing 'dig down deep'.
'Cause if you wanna go to heaven all you gotta so is pay to pray.
Joining a fan club with my pen.
Filling my bathtub with Holy water and amens.
He looks so dreamy,
I'm in love from afar.
When I'm picking up a fallen star.
Shake that woody.
Shake it for me St. Pinocchio.
You've paid your money, now watch that money grow.
Joining a fan club, best be warned.
He turns me on when he wears that lampshade corwn of thorns.
We'd be so dreamy,
Sharing his black caviar.
While I'm picking up a fallen star.
Joining a fan club is a big mistake.
I still get heartburn when I think about all of the stamps I ate.
I wished I'd loved him,
Before fate crashed his car.
Say a prayer for the fallen star.

. . .


So this is where she stands at night
On this cold avenue of lights
The red and greens but mostly reds
For you he's stopping

In seeing him she knows him less
His stick is wet, she's half undressed
And all and all they're both obsessed
With so much nothing

I know it's hard for you to see
What lies behind's a mystery
If words could speak they'd mean even less
When the king is half undressed

She dots her "i's" with a smiley face
A work of art in all but taste
The fool deserves the bed he's made
Where idiots slumber

Divine she is to aire this fate
A crack of smile through all this hate
Means nothing more in this nervous state
Of so much nothing

I know it's hard for you to see
The truth behind is misery
If words could speak they'd mean even less
When the king is half undressed

Blue autumns
Sunshine kisses
Hearts and flowers
And broken wishes

I know it's hard for you to see
What lies behind's a mystery
If words could speak they'd mean even less
When the king is half undressed

I know it's hard for you to see
The truth behind is misery
If words could speak they'd mean even less
When the king is half undressed

. . .


Curtain opens, spotlights the gentleman
Signing his love letter "Best wishes, Simpleton"
Dialog swam from his pen like pollywogs
He knew better that perfume was gravity
Pulling him closer to what could be tragedy
Love is blind, deaf and dumb, but never mind

You better catch me when I fall
I'm on my roller skates
'Cause any ole way that I fall
I land in your arms even though it's wrong
'Cause I love my new mistake

Intermission gave way to a miracle
The birth of an accident grew to a spectacle
That couldn't wait
The mother was three weeks late
So Father Mason clutching his crucifix
Baptized the baby in whiskey and licorice
What a lovely way
Drowning sins in tooth decay

Looks like our hero's gonna fall
The bough's about to break
'Cause any ole way that I fall
I'll be in your arms as we lie awake
With our lovely new mistake

You better catch me when I fall
My sugar trampoline
'Cause any ole way that I fall
I land in your arms even though it's wrong
'Cause I love my new mistake

The ending turned tragic when many years later
The baby had grown up and married a pop singer
I guess it was her turn to make (her first mistake)

Any ole time at all
Any ole way that I fall
Any ole time at all
Any ole way that I fall
Any ole time at all
Any ole way that I fall
I just lie awake with my new mistake

. . .


It's not the same without him here
20 years of him dead and gone
This vodka does a memory clear
Though it's too hard to imagine what these tears are for

A walkin' posterboy for all that's good
He got swallowed by the cracks before he understood
She likes to think he loved her but it hurts so bad
'Cause now she knows she's wrong

It always seemed to strike her strange
His working late until the morning spending so much cash
And the sweet smell of his angel's hair
That seemed to cling to his lips just like a wax mustache

A walking monument to DNA
Makin' love under the podium at the P.T.A.
He's the principal of principles this love gone bad
'Cause now she knows she's wrong

It hardly seems worth it baby
Too late in asking why
He juggled his honesty
With 2 balls and an alibi

Now she knows that
Now she knows that
Now she knows she's wrong

A walkin' posterboy for all that's good
He got swallowed by the cracks before he understood
She likes to think he loved her but it hurts so bad
'Cause now she knows she's wrong

A walking monument to DNA
Makin' love under the podium at the P.T.A.
He's the principal of principles this love gone bad
'Cause now she knows she's wrong

. . .


so there it is
all the truth is on the table
nothing to forgive
it's ok to start again

the wedding cake
almost fades into a memory thrown
in cupid's face
love's just frosting anyway
they both think back to long ago
when thoughts of them both
growing old
had given them the grey hair they
deserved
singing bye bye bye...
well i've come to take you home

another wife
neglected to the end
lives her on prison life
solitaire's not just a game

she called his bluff
even thought the token and gold
watch were never enough
to tell the time and start again

it seems all of these tragedies
that last and last eternities
have broken every bank and every
bone singing bye bye bye..
well i've come to take you home

. . .

Worthless Heart

[No lyrics]

. . .


I knew that when I saw her
That my life would soon move over from the fast lane
Gone would be the days of all my drinkin' and my carrying on
But when I settled down
The party king uncrowned
This stubborn memory hadn't faded
Too many dumb mistakes
And all the grief it makes
Left nothing else to be debated

And if you say that you understand then you're lyin'
But if you figure that I'm alright now I can't deny it

Baby's comin' back
Baby's comin' back
So I'm on my best behavior
I can't take it anymore
I just woke up on the floor today
I've long run out of my last chances but she's on her way

If I had a dollar
For every single time I fought her
I'd buy a handgun (I'd buy a handgun)
But that couldn't shoot away
The bullseye that she made on my heart

And if I sound like a beaten man well I guess so
But on her way is the sweetest prize and I can't let go

Baby's comin' back
Baby's comin' back
So I'm on my best behavior
I can't take it anymore
I just woke up on the floor today (yeah, yeah)
I've long run out of my last chances but she's on her way

What I told her on the telephone was that I'd been so bad
I wouldn't blame her if she mowed down these wild oats I'd sown
But when she said she'd give me one more chance
I said knock three times when you arrive

Baby's comin' back
So I'm on my best behavior
I can't take it anymore
I just woke up on the floor today (yeah, yeah)
Baby's comin' back, my darlin'
Baby's comin' back this evenin'
I've long run out of my last chances but she's on her way

. . .


I've known him all my life
It seems so inconceviable
At thirteen we shooks hands but we've
Been always inseparable
He's cinnamon on my toast we're so
Close

That's not to say we haven't had our
Share of arguments
He's so unpredictable he winks
Acknowledgments
When I would rather he closed his eye
Than push me aside

My hand's a five leaf clover
It's palm sunday over and over
I never had the luck of swingers
Till I was wrapped around your finger

He's my best friend
He's my best friend
He's my best friend
I'm his best friend
He's my best friend

You don't need a brain to have a
Stroke of genius
Or a beautiful girl to let down
Your curls
Cause growing up is hard enough
When your a powderkeg for
Powderpuffs
(Whether we're stayin' in or hanging out)
I'd never ask another on a date to
The ball
He doesn't need a rubber sweater or
Alcohol
Cause he gets tipsy from exchanging looks
And a little misty reading sticky
Blue dirty books

But he's my best friend
He's my best friend
I'm his best friend
He's my best friend

My hand's a five leaf clover
It's Palm Sunday over and over
I never had the luck of swingers
Till I was wrapped around your finger

He's my best friend
(We could hold hands for hours)
He's my best friend
(In the bedroom or shower)
He's my best friend
(I pick him up when he's feelin down)
He's my best friend
(I guess he's always been hangin around)
He's my best friend
(He gets lonely now and then)
He's my best friend
(And he gets shy around another men)
I'm his best friend
(It seems I've reached the end of my best friend)

. . .


Ever since I was a twinkle in my father's pants
They told me I could have it all and more when given chance
"We'll get you anything that you want"
A Ferrari on my 16th birthday
"We'll get you anything you need"
But what I need from you is so much more

All I wanna be is wanted
All I wanna be is wanted by you
All I wanna be is wanted
All I want is everything

I think I'd like to play guitar and be a Beatle
That'd be so swell
And every show I would just dedicate this song to you
And I would envy all my fans
While I bitch about the price of fame
To my french maid Lou-Ann
She looks so sincere but she don't understand

All I wanna be is wanted
All I wanna be is wanted by you
All I wanna be is wanted
All I want is everything

All I wanna be is wanted

All I want is everything
All I wanna be is wanted
All I wanna be is wanted by you
All I wanna be is wanted
All I want is everything
All I want is everything
All I want is everything....

. . .

Let 'Em In/That Is Why

[No lyrics]

. . .

No Matter What

[No lyrics]

. . .

Family Tree

[No lyrics]

. . .


Ugly apparition, God's gift to oxygen
The puffed up immortal son
How they love him cause he'll become
The ghost at number one

How does it feel
To be the only one?
How does it feel
To be the only one that knows that you're right?
How does it feel
To be a loaded gun?
How does it feel
Inside a chamber packed with piss and spite?

Sure life's no cherry but a cupake for the meek (shootupbopbop)
(Like a valen....tiiiiiiiiiiiine)
So he shoots up his poison until the frosting tastes so sweet
Yeah he's givin' it all he's got the king of rebels hit the jackpot
But his finish line was an artistic flop
Even the critics can't outrun
The ghost at number one

How does it feel
To be the only one?
How does it feel
To be the only one that knows that you're right?
How does it feel
To be a chalkline dollar sign
How does it feel
Up at the address all the widows write?

Mrs.Lynn the fruit of your labour
Gives us a saviour, nappy superstar.
To you we bid congtatulations, to him adulation.
A blessed life begun, for the ghost at number one.

How does it feel
To be the only one?
How does it feel
To be the only one that knows that you're right?
How does it feel
To be a visionary poet
How does it feel
To pack a pen with vinegar and insight
How does it feel
To be the only one?
How does it feel
To be the only one that knows that you're right?
How does it feel
To be a so deep down underground?
How does it feel
To be the only one who knows you've been buried alive?

Mrs Lynn the fruit of your labour
Gives us a saviour.

. . .


Say goodnight, your song is through
Faint refrain we hardly knew
Comes crashin' against the drunken waters of this wake when I hesitate
Because all I can say is "too much, too little, too late"

Farewell, you fool
Spare me the punch line please, I learned it well at Sunday school
Way back when all you loved was the grease paint, not the collection plate
So much for the funny face
Because all I can say is "too much, too little, too late"

Remember when murder was only killing time
And an axe to grind (to grind, it was) was a bitter gulp of strychnine?
What happened to the musketeers of chesterfields?
Tobacco swords behind smoky shields

Say goodnight (goodnight)
Old song (so long)
You're through (set the needle back and hum a new tune)
Faint refrain (refrain)
Make room (so soon, so soon)
For new (until the hook can pull the bridge into view)

Spare me the vague, not-so-clever couplets
The ones I would have loved when I was you

'Cause now all I can say is "too much, too little ..."
And all I can feel, feels like the heaviest weight
'Cause all I can say is "too much, too little, too late"

. . .


I Wanna Stay Home (A. Sturmer)

When you need someone
And there's no one there
There is always the nine o'clock train
To take you out somewhere

I take the train in town
Like I did for years
There is only seven more blocks
I could walk from here

I wanna stay home
I wanna stay home right here
I wanna stay home today
I wanna stay

It's only six o'clock
When my day begins
There is always my alarm clock
To wake me up again

When I realize the weight
That's firmly on my shoulders
I just try and find the place
I can take a walk on my blind side

When these memories fade
In my ripe old age
Please remember my dear...

I wanna stay home
I wanna stay home right here
I wanna stay home today
I wanna stay

I wanna stay
I wanna stay
I wanna stay
I wanna stay

. . .


In the breathless hush of four a.m.
In the dark sits a sad cliché
Cloaked in the navy blue
Of slowly fading stars

Tell me how this came to be
Sleeplessness talk to me
She'd say over and over again

Fumbling through a cut-glass vase
Passing lipstick, cotton spools
Burning jealous pictures of marriages
Of friends

You never asked to be
The glutton of sympathy
She says over and and over
That this is the end

'Cause I see it in your eyes
What you don't know, time to let go
I see it in your eyes
There is so much more out there to be learned

Such mournful words
On this white snow vacant page
All the lessons that she learns
She packs away

Will you never cease to be
The glutton of sympathy
She writes over and over
Again

That's when I see it in your eyes
What you don't know, time to let go
I see it in your eyes
There is so much more out there to be learned

Tossing, turning, roll away
Indecision, won't you ever make up your mind
Lifetime, nighttime, wake the day
'Cause tomorrow will see
If you've had your fill of sympathy

Will you never cease to be
The glutton of sympathy
Oh, don't you know the stars are all fading
Let the sunshine capture the sparkle of your smile

. . .


I hope you remember me, I was your daddy once,
Wearing a sailor cap and dirty nails
To you I'm just a picture on your mother's mantlepiece
who chose to fight the good fight in time to fail

into battle
and in your shadow
your daddy loves you still
yes i do

I never thought it'd be so hard to see you grow so fast
and turn into the man I used to be
but I hope you have more sense than I in matters such as these
medals don't mean shit when a family is lost at sea

I save every moment I've reached out and almost touched you
but they all fade away must be a bad memory

. . .


Calling Sarah, crawling back to Sarah cause you're the one
I know it sounds unfair, she's like a painting standing there
I thank the heavens up above for the one I'm thinking of
Calling Sarah, crawling back to Sarah, cause you're the one
Sometimes it's awful hard to take, the way she takes me all the way
She's delicious beyond compare
I'd love to tell her but instead I stare
Calling Sarah, crawling back to Sarah
And when you ask me if I really love you I can't wait to tell you
And if you ever feel you don't believe and don't you trust your feeling
Cause it'd be so hard to take your away i wouldn't last one day
That's why I'm calling sarah crawling back to sarah
Calling Sarah, crawling back to Sarah cause you're the one
and when you ask me if i love you i say ye ye ye
and when i ask you if you want to you say ye ye ye
and when you ask me if i miss you you say ye ye ye
and when i ask if i can kiss you you say ye ye ye oh you say
and when you ask me if i love you i say ye ye ye oh i say
and when i ask you if you want to you say ye ye ye
and when you ask me if i miss i miss you i miss you
and when i ask if i can kiss you you say ye ye ye
Calling Sarah, crawling back to Sarah
Calling Sarah, crawling back to,
Cause you're the one

. . .


Wake up!
Miss Toadstool, it is I, your one and only King,
Bowser Koopa
I'm a turtle as you've seen
A little slow and a little green
But on the whole I'd say
Super duper

Princess Toadstool, I know you're frightened
'Cause if you knew just why you're here
Your fear would just be heightened
So let's just say
Ignorance is bliss

Oh, well, I hate to be a bummer
I've brought you here to bring me plumbers
You know those brothers
Oh, what's their names?
Oh yes, Mario and Luigi
Just the sound of them makes me queasy
I'd like to take that monkey wrench
I'd play my own game

Princess Toadstool, you're so misguided
I've never been fond of bookworms
But then again this one does make good Mario bait
I can't wait
Ignorance is bliss!

With my magic book
I'll shower those clumsy lizards with my power
Until Dinosaur Land is nothing but fossil fuel
My only problem with these spells
Is that I know not what they tell
So every hex leaves me perplexed
And all I want are those plumbing fools

Princess Toadstool, you're not so clever
All your words are alphabet soup
A picture tells it better
I'll say it again
Ignorance is bliss

Haven't you heard? A picture's worth a thousand words.

You call yourself a princess but you're a brainiac in a dress
I can't believe you waste time with these books
You remind me of my kid sister
She read so much she got a blister
A big one, I mean big, on her brain, what a snook!

(I'd like to get my hands on...)
(Just one time with a monkey wrench...)
(I'd fix their plumbing...)

Princess Toadstool, I know you're frightened (You're so misguided)
'Cause if you knew just why you're here
Your fear would just be heightened

Princess Toadstool, you're not so clever (Pictures say it better)
All your words are alphabet soup
A picture tells it better

For the last time -

On second thought, I think I've made my point.

. . .


Sit beside the breakfast table
Think about your troubles
Pour yourself a cup of tea
Then think about the bubbles
You can take your teardrops
And drop 'em in a teacup
Take 'em down to the riverside
And throw 'em over the side
To be swept up by a current
Then taken to the ocean
To be eaten by some fishes
Who were eaten by some fishes
And swallowed by a whale
Who grew so old he decomposed
He died and left his body
To the bottom of the ocean
Now everybody knows
That when a body decompses
The basic elements
Are given back to the ocean
And the sea does what it oughta
And soon there's salty water
Which is not to good for drinkin'
'Cause it tastes just like a teardrop
So we run it through a filter
And it comes out from a faucet
Where it pours into a teapot
Which is just about to bubble
Now think about your troubles.

. . .


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