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Old 97's
Old 97's


Background information
Origin Dallas, Texas, USA
Genre(s) Alternative Country
Country Rock
Roots Rock
Years active 1993—present
Label(s) Elektra Records
Bloodshot Records
New West Records
Idol Records
Associated acts Rhett Miller
Website Website
Members
Rhett Miller
Murry Hammond
Ken Bethea
Philip Peeples



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Old 97's Album


Fight Songs (04/27/1999)
04/27/1999
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Crash On The Barrelhead (vocals by Murry Hammond)
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Valentine (vocals by Murry Hammond)
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What remains of the day remains to be seen
By the TV that we never turn on
Each other's enough I never had it so rough
Ever since I been gone

White noise swells in my head
Making me worry it's the summertime
But itá•s the dead of the fall itá•s the dead of the night
Hell yes I mind

CHORUS:
I would give anything not to feel so jagged
Iá•d give anything not to feel so jagged
Iá•d give anything not to feel so jagged

I couldn't drink enough to make this make sense
But I think I'm gonna give it a try
There's no settling down there's only driving downstate
So I drive

REPEAT CHORUS

OUTRO:
I'd give anything not to feel so jagged


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It was a lonely holiday
I was alone -- you were away
In Fayetteville or in another state
There's so many towns I hate

When you leave me, it breaks me like a bone
But it's never as bad as when you come home
Thought so much about suicide
Parts of me have already died

CHORUS:
Lonely -- baby I'm not lonely
Baby I'm not -- I've got my imaginary friends
Happy -- baby I'm so happy
Baby I'm so -- I've got my imaginary friends
And if you don't love me, would you please pretend?

It was a lonely holiday
I was alone -- I was afraid
The bedroom walls were closing in
It must be closing time again

When you leave me, it breaks me like the note
That you said got stuck in your throat
Thought so much about suicide
Parts of me have already died

CHORUS


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Me and this girl we've been falling in love
Beneath a quarter moon beneath a quarter moon
Me and this girl I've been living above
On a road called Oppenheimer

Tar on the roof there were stars in her hair
Beneath a quarter moon beneath a quarter moon
Me and this girl we were going somewhere
On a road called Oppenheimer

Me and this girl we've been working it out
We've got a long way to go we've got a long way to go
Me and this girl we've been having it out
On a road called Oppenheimer

Me and this girl we've been getting it on
Beneath a quarter moon beneath a quarter moon
Watching it go until its all the way gone
On a road called Oppenheimer

And the days gonna be today
LyricsAnd the time is gonna be right now
No I'm never gone fall for anyone else but her
And the place is gonna be right here
On a road called Oppenheimer Oppenheimer

Me and this girl we been falling in love
Beneath a quarter moon beneath a quarter moon
Me and this girl I've been dreaming above
On a road called Oppenheimer

Tar on the roof there were stars in her hair
Watching it go until its going somewhere
On a road called Oppenheimer

And the days gonna be today
And the time is gonna be right now
No I'm never gone fall for anyone else but her
And the place is gonna be right here
On a road called Oppenheimer Oppenheimer

Oppenheimer
Oppenheimer

Me and this girl we've been working it out
We've got a long way to go we've got a long way to go


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Well the room was Mediterranean and the meaning was two-
fold
We got busted by your mother though you're 29 years old
And the pictures wrapped in cellophane like sandwiches or
stamps
Burned holes in my pockets and in the inseam of my pants

And your graduation date is in absentia today
And you wished you was there with her, but you told her not
to stay
And the redwoods and the oak trees and the double yellow
lines
Although they're in perfect symmetry they keep imperfect
time

I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe, I'm indefinitely, I'm
indefinitely
I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe, I'm indefinitely, I'm
indefinitely

And the car was Japanese perhaps or Hungarian and blue
LyricsAnd it followed you down highway one, kept almost out of
view
And it symbolizes something although you don't know what it
is
Like loneliness and longing for a future perfect kiss

I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe, I'm indefinitely, I'm
indefinitely
I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe, I'm indefinitely, I'm
indefinitely

And the second hand's the first thing that you see when you
wake up
It rolls by in slow motion and you rub it for good luck
Time is gonna tell your little secrets to me
There's a frightened girl inside of you, I'm gonna set her
free

I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe, I'm indefinitely, I'm
indefinitely
I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe, I'm indefinitely, I'm
indefinitely
I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe, I'm indefinitely, I'm
indefinitely


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Well the hour is late for a visit on a whim
Well the hour is late for a quiet drunken talk
I don't begrudge you the anger in your voice
No I don't begrudge you anything at all

'Cause I know...that the time is scarce in Laredo with your friends
Your on hoiday, on a bender, in a daze
You find all nite food in a diner full of noise
Where the bad mood walks like ants across your plates

Chorus:
'Cause I know what this is
This is what we talk about
When we talk about love
When we talk about love

Yeah I know what this is
This is what we talk about
When we talk about love
When we talk about love

Well the city lights are on fuses that have blown
So the city sleeps, 'cause there's nothin else to do
Well the couch is deep and the phone receiver's warm
I miss you much too badly to convey to you

Repeat Chorus


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You're gonna crash on the barrelhead son
You'll regret the things that you done
One of these days you're gonna rue
All the messed up things you do

You're gonna die the way you live
And the way you drink you're like a ri-
ver bound for falls and not much fun
You're gonna crash on the barrelhead son

Chorus:
You're gonna wake up in your shoes
No one you love a'watching you
You'll hate you're face when the morning shines
On the mirror frame and you're guilty mind.

You're gonna crash on the barrelhead son
And do the walls know what you done?
And do they listen in on you?
Do the walls know what you do?

Chorus


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And the hole
In the screen is barely big enough for you
And not near enough for me to go

And the whole damn complicated
Situation could've been
Avoided if I'd only shut the window

CHORUS:
And I may be leavin' myself open
To a murder or a heart attack
But I'm leavin' the back door open
'Til you come back, 'til you come back

And I may be movin' myself closer
To a real untimely end
But I'm leavin' the back door open
'Til you come home again, 'til you come home again

And I told
The neighbors, I put pictures up
And handed out some flyers at the show

And the whole town speculating
Situation could've been
Avoided if I'd only shut the window

CHORUS

REPEAT CHORUS


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I watch, as it stops for a girl,
A moment, elaborate and weak.
I am easy in her midst,
Why elaborate, when there's no need to?

But I do, all night,
My words ring like money off a bar.
But she's here, asleep now,
One can only go alone so far.

One can only go alone so far.

I dream of a deep dark grave,
Seven feet below Saint Augustine.
And she's so easy in her breathing,
Why fall in love, when there's no need to?

But we do all night,
Sleep like spoons, forget whom we are.
But she's here, and she's wound down now.
One can only go alone so far.

One can only go alone so far.


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There was a fine rain
There was a red wine
There was a long whistle
and it was a good sign

There was a band playin'
Somewhere upstream
There was a girl sayin'
"Come clean."

CHORUS
In a dream
On a busted afternoon
In a haze
On a busted afternoon
In a bad way
On a busted afternoon

There was a sad truth
There was a punchline
and there was a long whistle
and it was a good sign

And there was a long goodbye
There was a long goodbye

(Repeat Chorus)


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Nineteen
Is not the age of reason.
I didn't have a reason
For setting you free.

I've seen
A lot of love go sour.
But that's not our love.
You see the problem was

I was only nineteen.

Yeah, I was only nineteen.
Finished up with high school.
Headed for a state school.
Wandered into you.

Big screen
Kissing in a movie.
God, you moved me around.
We got seriously down.
Lyrics
But I was only nineteen.

Chorus:
All I ever wanted to do
Was lie around in bed with you.
I was only nineteen. I was only nineteen.
I was only nineteen. I was only nineteen.

I've seen
A lot of love go bad now.
That's not how our affair
Would've wound up I swear.

But I was only nineteen.

Chorus

I was only nineteen.


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There was a half a harvest moon up on the hillside
Our love is made almost entirely of downside
Who would have thought it could feel so much better then?
Now there's a half a million things I wanna tell you
They tap the phone line and the speaker at the drive thru
Who would have thought it could feel so much different then?

Downtown, so weak
Let the idiot speak
Let the idiot speak
Let the idiot speak

Now there's strange way and awkward feelings
I'm bouncing off the wall, I'm talking to the ceilings
Who would have thought it could feel so bad sometimes?
Now there's a half a million reasons we can argue
You're right in front of me now and there's no one to talk to
Who would have thought it could feel so bad sometimes?

Downtown, so weak
Let the idiot speak
LyricsLet the idiot speak
Let the idiot speak
Let the idiot speak
Let the idiot speak
Let the idiot speak

Downtown, so weak
Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak)
Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak)
Let the idiot speak
Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak)
Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak)
Let the idiot speak
Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak)
Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak)
Let the idiot


. . .



Heartbreak, old friend, goodbye it's me again.
Of late, I've had some thought of movin' in.
Of all the many ways a man will lose his home,
Well, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on.

True love, I knew some thought of, some thought of leavin' you.
Bad thoughts I had, when valentines were due.
Of all the many ways a man will break his heart,
Well there ain't none meaner than he pulls his own apart

CHORUS:
Valentine, the destroyer, Valentine, you belong
In the stars, where you are, always rollin' on.
Cried, I've cried till I couldn't carry on.
It's a lonely, lonely feelin' when your Valentine is wrong.
It's a lonely, lonely feelin' when your Valentine is wrong.

Of all the many things that you were countin' on,
Well, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on.
No, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on.

(Repeat)


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