The Wimps

by The Wimps

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1.
Finale 03:24
Hope you know just what you’re doing I’m a mess, I hope you don’t come to ruin Cause nobody ever moved on without making a trade I’ll break a bottle but I won’t sing in a parade I know you’re trying to do better So I will try to be good, oh I’ll be good I ain’t asking for a boot of leather I’m only wishing that you understood I never thought that I’d be your thorn Cut your tooth on me if that’s how you learn Cause nobody ever moved on without making a trade I’ll break a bottle but I won’t sing in a parade I know you’re trying to do better So I will try to be good, oh I’ll be good I ain’t asking for a boot of leather I’m only wishing that you understood
2.
There’s an overcooked machine in the observation deck And I’m carrying it all in the back of my neck Who trusted me with all of this machinery? Who’s pumpin this confusion into my scenery? Poor Alexander You got so much to prove Can’t you leave it on the curb? Poor Alexander Tell me when will you rest? How much more do you deserve? Who’d wanna look on anything in despair? How’d I get in such a state of disrepair? Poor Alexander You got so much to prove Can’t you leave it on the curb? Poor Alexander Tell me when will you rest? How much more do you deserve? Poor Alexander You got so much to prove Can’t you leave it on the curb? Poor Alexander Tell me when will you rest? You’re gonna get what you deserve Oh deserve
3.
Hush 03:42
I can feel the furniture rearrange In the parlor room I can hear your syllables separate I’m in between them Aw my head is buzzing, I think I know too much Everybody’s screaming, underneath the hush We laugh too loud, too desperately In the parlor room Every one of us would kill for love When the chips are down Aw my head is buzzing, I think I know too much Everybody’s screaming, underneath the hush Hush now babe, don’t you weep We’re gonna lay the truth to sleep Hush now babe, don’t you cry We’re gonna rewind the lullaby
4.
Foxhound 03:53
Our love was dead a long time ago But I still hear it on the radio There are things I still owe you and I should take an interest in the interest Come on give me an x that I can’t uncross Aw let me be a bullet that you dodge Need time I got a minute Need space I got a shoebox Forgive me, said the foxhound to the fox Can you turn a page, but not a shoulder? Can you bow to all my ridiculous demands? You know I can’t stand to have you thinking of me poorly But poor was my heart, cold are my hands Come on give me an x that I can’t uncross Aw let me be a bullet that you dodge Need time I got a minute Need space I got a shoebox Forgive me, said the foxhound to the fox I know I left a lot of holes Careful darling how you fill them
5.
Bloodline 03:49
How did I end up where I am? Won’t you trace my bloodline back a few seconds? Suppose I was a child once, but when? My mom has the photographic evidence I wanna point my finger to a section and a clause Where do I end? Tell me how do I begin? Won’t be long till you figure me out I’m just a cardboard cutout I’m flatlining again Won’t be long till I’m given away I’m just a projection display Who do you say that I am? 24, 6’2” and O positive It don’t add to what I wanna know Laying down another empty layer It’s a journey to the center of who knows? Won’t be long till you figure me out I’m just a cardboard cutout I’m flatlining again Won’t be long till I’m given away I’m just a projection display Who do you say that I am?
6.
Quick Snap 03:30
Drown, drown it out Quick snap while your upper half’s away ’Cel, accelerate Slip a little bit of lipstick on decay Where did I go? I left the car on Tell all my friends that I’m having fun No fingertips, nothing on my thumb Mud in my head, blood under my tongue One, one by one Shingles are flying off the roof Interrupt Won’t you slip a little lipstick on the proof Where did I go? I left the car on Tell all my friends that I’m having fun No fingertips, nothing on my thumb Mud in my head, blood under my tongue
7.
Sour Peaches 02:41
Tell me more until I snore honey Sour peaches You’re talking loud, aw but where’s the money? Who believes it? You’re hanging pretty low up on that vine Somebody’s gonna have to tell you the time Oh I’m on the tip of your tongue I know exactly where you belong Go home and put a clean shirt on If I’m a pig then you’re a bore honey Sour peaches You’re talking loud, aw but where’s the money? Who believes it? You’re hanging pretty low up on that vine Somebody’s gonna have to tell you the time Oh I’m on the tip of your tongue I know exactly where you belong Go home a put a clean shirt on
8.
Broken Folks 04:02
If I pay attention You drop a clue or two, ooh And I can see you’re hurting Even if you don’t want me to Maybe it’s a broken dream Could it be a broken home, ooh If your heart’s a broken record, ooh Aw babe you’re not alone Drown your pain Pour out your joy Join the parade You broken toy It’s a little scary Everyone is haunted, ooh Everyone is nursing, ooh On a secret wound And I go running off to fix it You pick me up off the floor, ooh I wonder if we’re any better, ooh Than we were before Drown your pain Pour out your joy Join the parade You broken toy
9.
I got another complication There’s a static in my mirror See all the urges of the ages Are gonna have it out right here Lemme go baby on the hinges Down on a bended knee Lemme go baby at the finish Of a disassembly You know that I’m a man of reason Aw but it’s a dead man’s head See there’s a monument to treason Aw to which my soul is wed Lemme go baby on the hinges Down on a bended knee Lemme go baby at the finish Of a disassembly
10.
Dream Girl 04:48
I wanna draw you from the water I wanna feel you on my shoulders You’re not allowed to be someone’s daughter You’re not allowed to bleed And when I fall it’s ’cause you catch, the right light Dream girl And when it’s wrong I got my knife, held tight I give the cutting room a whirl Oh no What would my momma say? I’m mixing movie reels with DNA No spiral staircase to that pedestal Dream girl, dream girl I want it now, just add water I’m gonna build you out of every song I’ve heard You are the clay, I the potter I will put flesh to the word And when I fall it’s ’cause you catch, the right light Dream girl And when it’s wrong I got my knife, held tight I give the cutting room a whirl Oh no What would my momma say? I’m mixing movie reels with DNA No spiral staircase to that pedestal Dream girl, dream girl Dream, Dream Dream Dream

credits

released April 8, 2016

All songs written and performed by The Wimps

Brent McCormick — Vocals, Guitar
Eric Godsey — Drums, Vocals
Fitzhugh Ralph Mason III — Bass, Vocals
Gilson Fearnow – Keys, Percussion, Vocals

Recorded by Russell Lacy at Virginia Moonwalker.
Mixed and Mastered by Adrian Olsen at Montrose Recording. Photography by Shane Butler.
Design by Brent McCormick

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