Archive for the ‘Squeeze’ Category

Cigarette of a single man

Thursday, August 11th, 2011

(Difford/Tilbrook)

The cigarette of a single man
Burns in the ashtray by his bed
He pulls the ring of another can
And holds it up beside his head
The book he reads is on the floor
He’s read it several times before
What you got to go home to?

The cigarette of a single man
Sits in the...

Tempted

Wednesday, June 29th, 2011

I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste, a flannel for my face
Pajamas, a hairbrush, new shoes and a case.
I said to my reflection, Let’s get out of this place.
Pass the church and the steeple, the laundry on the hill
Billboards and the buildings
Memories of it still keep calling
And calling
But forget it all I know I will

I’ve Returned

Monday, June 20th, 2011

I’ve returned
I’ve returned
I’ve returned

Last night I played the drunken fiddle
Disabled love with a word of dribble
On and on about some jumbled subject
I said your friends were a bunch of muppets

Said your sister should’ve grown a moustache
Said you didn’t need to take off your mask

Mumbo Jumbo

Saturday, June 4th, 2011

(Difford/Tilbrook)

Eyebrows plucked and toenails cut,
I’ll pick you up with a little luck, all prim and proper.
Shaven legs and calls to Fred,
It all depends o’ alright then, I can not stop her.
The makeup box has always got,
Ever such a lot of odds and sods, in there to offer.
She needs paints...

When the Hangover Strikes

Saturday, May 28th, 2011

(Difford/Tilbrook)

When the hangover strikes
And I open my post
And the coffee is on
And I’m burning my toast
I let the battle commence
I see a sun in the trees
And a draught at the door
With my head in my lap
There’s a day to explore
But I’m left without sense
As the...

First Thing Wrong

Thursday, March 24th, 2011

(Difford/Tilbrook)
WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.

There’s evil in goodness and goodness in bad
Remember the first kiss, the first kiss you had
Choked on her tongue and bit on her lip
She gave her number but that was...

When the Hangover Strikes

Wednesday, December 15th, 2010

(Difford/Tilbrook)

When the hangover strikes
And I open my post
And the coffee is on
And I’m burning my toast
I let the battle commence
I see a sun in the trees
And a draught at the door
With my head in my lap
There’s a day to explore
But I’m left without sense
As the...

Love Circles

Friday, December 3rd, 2010

(Difford/Tilbrook)

The first circle comes around
You don’t want to leave her side
You’re staying in and don’t go out
You’re having such a perfect time
You make your bed and you lie in it
And time is precious every minute
The next circle comes around
And so domestic you become...

Out of Touch

Wednesday, November 3rd, 2010

(Difford/Tilbrook)

You find a hair on my jacket
And you know it’s not mine
You look at my pillow
But you’re wasting your time
Because I’m out of touch with you
Your smile no longer sings
I’m so out of touch with you
Now your phone forever rings
You see a code in my book

Grouch of the Day

Sunday, August 15th, 2010

(Difford/Tilbrook)

I feel my chin hit my chest
As I do my best to stay calm
I feel my face start to ache
As I try to shake the alarm
As I roll on my side
There’s a smile on her face
That says much more than words ever will
About how she maintains all the spirit she’s gained
When I’m...