American Rhymin

by Matt Monta

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1.
Well the waves are crashing in and I'm washed up on the shore I been swimming for my life since she threw me overboard Never did I think that I'd make it out alive With her spirit trying to drown me, hangin round inside my mind Her spirit trying to drown me, hangin round inside my mind. So hallelujah to the weekend, Hallelujah to sin, Hallelujah to the death-defying shape that I'm in I could use another blessing, Maybe one more round So hallelujah to the whiskey that'll put me in the ground. Hallelujah to the whiskey that'll put me in the ground. The devil dances in your pockets when there's lust on your lips And she's pulling back her belt to show the tattoos on her hips She's blowin in your ear cause you're singin her song But you can't have a future when you're thinking that it's wrong Man, you'll never have a future if you're thinking that it's wrong So hallelujah to the weekend, Hallelujah to sin, Hallelujah to the death-defying shape that I'm in I could use another blessing, Maybe one more round So hallelujah to the whiskey that'll put me in the ground. Hallelujah to the whiskey that'll put me in the ground. Some are looking for a thrill, some are looking for a kill And there's pretty girls who'll tell ya that they won't, but they will. And things'll get ugly when you start coming down And you wanna get out of this one horse town Man, you're so sick and tired of this one horse town So hallelujah to the weekend, Hallelujah to sin, Hallelujah to the death-defying shape that I'm in I could use another blessing, Maybe one more round So hallelujah to the whiskey that'll put me in the ground. Hallelujah to the whiskey that'll put me in the ground. Hallelujah.
2.
03:11
I got a place out on the west side I got a woman who treats me right I still play rock-n-roll and get to sleep about every night But just when I thought that your ghost Had passed on through Ah, these pills... they remind me of you. I take one in the morning I take three before bed Two go to my heart And the others to my head And I've got no trouble now Sorting out what is true. Oh, but these pills... they remind me of you. I saw you on the east side Decked out in your leopard dress You asked if I'm still crazy And if my life's a mess And I said "Honey... I never even think about those high heeled shoes." But these pills, they remind me of you. Just when I think I'm straightened And that nothing could go wrong And my typewriter's on fire And I write a hundred songs And I think that I've forgotten Every little thing you put me through. Ah, these pills, they remind me of you. Yeah, these pills, they remind me of you.
3.
Sand and oil stickin in the spinnin engine blades Sun so hot it's been rising for days You count the holes for the laces in your shoes When there's bombs goin off and there's nothin to do And ya 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 All good children stay alive Ya 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 Ain't nobody comin back again There's echoes in your ears of the whispers in the alley Notchin with your knife as you burn up the day's tally And ya count down the marks that you made out of fear When there's bombs goin off and ya pluggin your ears And ya 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 All good children stay alive Ya 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 Ain't nobody comin back again The butcher's boys are holdin out mirrors from the shadows And your wonderin why they're out there since ya three months from the gallows And ya count the copper shells flyin outta your gun When there's bombs goin off and ya shootin for fun And ya 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 All good children stay alive Ya 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 Ain't none of us comin back again
4.
Far too many times you hold and tow the line Even when you're caught finding out how bad it can be. And you get brought down to your knees. Well I heard you got a thirst for truth My friends have got some work for you You may be gone a day or two and awake with the rising sun. Might even get to hold a gun. That's the way we're paid: Diggin up the graves. La di da di da La di da di da. So it might seem like your work's cut out And your judgement may cloud up with doubt But when that feedback makes that moanin sound Bet your lips will curl to a smile And you'll feel lost for a while. Then you'll be prayin for the seventh curse, For the river to run in reverse Cause everything always gets worse Before it ends. And the last S.O.S. gets sent. That's the way we're paid: Diggin up the graves. La di da di da La di da di da. Now don't ask how we came up with it Just shut your mouth and read the script Another diplomat gets blown to bits And then, the picture's gonna fade Smile, babe, we're all "self made" And there ain't nothin but fake gold and jewels In the hearts of those that follow you But without us, how could you, how could you... How could you get along? C'mon, have we ever steered you wrong? That's the way we're paid: Diggin up the graves. La di da di da La di da di da. That's the way we're paid: Diggin up the graves.
5.
03:24
She's a silky smooth beauty She's a lonely man's darling She's a concrete king's dream Of what he thinks must be starlight She's the full moon at midnight She's why the watchmen keep waiting She's the flash of inspiration In the great masters' paintings She's the nails in the door frame She's that urge to applaud She makes the madmen climb mountains To get closer to God She's the tide on the rocks She's why the Queen wears pearls She's the ambition in men To take over the world. She's your grandma's Victrola She made Pheidippides run She's the power of an idea Whose time has finally come And with all of these empires Gettin brought to their knees Oh what luck could have struck That she'd be standin with me?
6.
03:16
Hear the rumblin of thunder down along the mountainside Steel slappin box-cars colliding side to side Down below the foothills the boulders are turning The new leaves are gettin green and the old ones are burning The brakeman didn't know that the lights had gone out He pulls down the lever and he lets out a shout "Hang on tight, hang on tight! This thing's goin off the rails "Move everybody to the front and put their pictures up for sale." Jealousy is ugly and fear is overrated The clearest windows to our souls are the most understated You couldn't help but turn over the error of your ways Ain't it strange you never felt happier than you do today? Hiding behind a mask, you can't keep yourself from laughing About the fires in the orchards and the demons that are passing. I may not be smart, but I'm still a good person So take back those barrels that you keep all your dirt in. Mama keeps it cool and tries to play it real nice Even though boys are interrupting when she's givin you advice. And the fruit trees of Eden hang just about your heads So reach up and take it instead of waiting til you're dead. I like steamed rice and chicken beneath my red beans I like a thirty dollar pair of shoes and dirty old jeans. And I laugh at anyone who puts their soul in their possessions Cause something that don't grow ain't nothin to invest in. I don't mean to preach to you with a cautionary tale but half the ship is sinkin, the other half is in the whale. And a country boy ain't so funny when he's wound up and bound A debutante ain't so pretty when she ain't in a gown, But the losers and the dreamers keep hanging around While the poets from the city hang the flag upside-down. I would, if I could, I would heal up every bruise But the ocean's waiting quietly for its turn to cut loose And rise up thick, a hundred feet above our heads Do you understand what I meant or did you just hear what I said? Now i don't mean to be pushy, I don't expect you to rush I'm not angry at what you do, I just expect too much. Our cheeks are flush and your soft breath is warming Let's lay like this til the light of the morning.
7.
02:47
I was walkin through the backwoods where the Clear Fork River runs, Wrapping regret on my tongue for every stupid thing I've done. The dark of dusk departed and the red sun broke the sky, I got a little older, found her shoulder, and I forced myself to cry Sayin "Darling, I know that this could be Somethin beautiful for you or for me." It's a shame we gotta let failures get in the way It's a shame we gotta let failures get in the way I've been drinking too much recently and stayin up too late I scare myself and get pulled into hysterics of hate. Last night I got so angry, I tore down all my shelves And I told everone who loved me they can fuck themselves. Short of breath now, it's hard for me to stand. But I swear to God, I can be a good man. It's a shame we gotta let failures get in the way It's a shame we gotta let failures get in the way I see the devil's face to clearly, it's like she was never gone. It makes me sick how beauty moves so quick when the lights come on. And I know there's something evil, lurking in that lace. She's holding out that red apple, remember how sweet it tastes? And ya never know what's comin round the bend. Sometimes the past can be a terrible friend. It's a shame we gotta let failures get in the way It's a shame we gotta let failures get in the way It's a shame we gotta let failures get in the way.
8.
03:14
I wanna get a girl who's got real high standards A firecracker who won't take no for an answer A singer, a painter, maybe a dancer Who's real good at playing the cards life hands her But for now, I want you. I want you, I want you, I want you. I wanna get a girl who can juggle and whistle Who's burned out of rose thorns and cuts just like thistle Who'll bring me my lessons in bruises by the fistful Who won't chew the fat by tearing out the gristle But for now, I want you. I want you, I want you, I want you. I wanna get a girl who won't keep me busy By runnin in circles and making me dizzy Just a sweet little thing, who's real soft and kissy Someone who'll wait around, someone who will miss me. But for now, I want you. I want you, I want you, I want you. Someday I'll live in a place that's got real nice scenerey Settle down, raise a family, and give my life meaning Share feelings in a way that ain't self-defeating And make love in a way that ain't real demeaning. But for now, I want you. I want you, I want you, I want you.
9.
We ain't gonna mess around with them industry kings Even though we know the reasons why All of them blackbirds sing. The gunfire echo down the hillside It don't tell no sorry tales Like the time the things that your mother owned All went up for sale. And we all gotta bite the bullet sometime. Your dinner candle's a-burnin down And your beans are gettin cold And the walls are leakin to the halls And all your secrets are getting told. Your lone protector, he got shot out And well, boy, you know he died Cause they shut off the lights inside your house And disconnected your telephone lines. And we all gotta bite the bullet sometime. We might let our guard down To try and love a man By the raisin of his eyebrows Or with the wavin of his hand Now they're getting all their trucks in line They're paintin them passports blue And they're pullin down the kings While the blackbirds sing Cause that's what they were told to do. And we all gotta bite the bullet sometime.
10.
Cigarettes and whiskey and spray-painted walls The out of order toilet makin puddles in the hall As soon as I was born, I was rock bottom at the fall If opportunity ain't gonna knock for me It sure as hell ain't gonna call And we could be small town kings With two wheels and an engine On the back of devil's wings Oh, we could be small town kings Drunk and disheveled in the back of a police cruiser The old small town hero's now a pill-poppin boozer And it's a hard ride to heaven lookin up from the sewer When from above you're just lookin like another small town loser And we could be small town kings With two wheels and an engine On the back of devil's wings Oh, we could be small town kings Sherry's out dancin, the boys are buyin her drinks again Leann's man's beatin her up for some little thing she said again Jimmy's out cruisin in a stolen Mercedes Benz I guess the party's always harder in the depths of a dead end. And we could be small town kings With two wheels and an engine On the back of devil's wings Oh, we could be small town kings Small town trouble over liquor and paychecks Between wannabe cowboys and fate-bitten rednecks All the pretty girls are lookin for city boys at the complex To start some small town rumors about who's gettin out next And we could be small town kings With two wheels and an engine On the back of devil's wings Oh, we could be small town kings.
11.
The dogs are leavin home and the porchlights are on There's fireflies in the fields and there's kids on the lawn And they're American rhymin, American rhymin Mary has buried her heart deep inside Cause the smallest bit of love is just the biggest waste of time When you're American rhymin, American rhymin. I think about heavy my load is today And I'm just about ready to give it all away To start American rhymin, American rhymin. I know Bobby did it, I know Woody did too And everybody says that it's good for you to do. To be American rhymin, American rhyming. I have an ancient map that lays out the stars You've got the keys and baby, I've got the car And we're American rhymin, American rhmyin I know the night is long when you're sittin all alone But leave a light on so this dog can come home From American rhymin, American rhymin American rhymin, American rhymin American rhymin, American rhymin.
12.
05:24
The guards in the watchtowers Count down the hours While all of their telephones ring The power lines catch fire And smell like burned tires As the falling bombs whistle and sing. And I know a girl there With long curly blonde hair And I hope she remembers my name. Cause this ain't our home now We got nowhere to go now And ain't nothin ever gonna be the same. So Nadine, where ya been tonight? Nadine, it's time to leave. This town ain't never gonna see us again. The smokers bum smokes While the jokers tell jokes But nobody finds 'em too funny. The tycoons sell stars From the trunks of their cars With their greasy hands all over our money. And the nurses get frisky While the doctors drink whiskey And laugh at the hearbeat machine. Their scalpel's been sharpened, Their liquor's been darkened, They're arguing over Nadine. Nadine, where ya been tonight? Nadine, it's time to leave. This town ain't never gonna see us again. So the radio plays a song And we all sing along But don't recall a single word that we say But we'll blast out our lungs Til the gas tank is done And we'll have to walk the rest of the way Now there's ears on the road For a story that's told And sold to the highest bidder Some folks are gonna bluff you Others are gonna cuff you Nadine'll do both if you let her. Nadine, where ya been tonight? Nadine, it's time to leave. This town ain't never gonna see us again. It was just about too late When I jumped the fencegate And landed in the garden of the queen My car was turned over It was burnin on clover And that's when I found my Nadine So please loan me some tokens My wrist watch is broken Not a single train is runnin on time And we gotta move fast, baby Or we'll turn into ash, baby And be sleepin in the dirt and the lime Nadine, where ya been tonight? Nadine, it's time to leave. This town ain't never gonna see us again.

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released March 25, 2013

All songs written and performed by Matt Monta.
Andy Shaw played trumpet on Digging Up the Graves
All tracks recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jay Alton.

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