Beak

by Griddle

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released August 30, 2002

Produced by Xifer Fortier and Kimo Ball
Mixed by Xifer Fortier
Mastered by Tardon Feathered

Recorded between 2000 and 2002 on the Mobile Griddle Meat Packaging System
and at Chez Rhombus
Except for "So Slow (To A Cigarette)," engineered at Mr. Toad's
by Jeff Byrd and Marvin Humphrey, all located in pastoral, scenic 415 (SF)

Written by Griddle
Except for "A Move About Me And You," written by Robert Sprankle and Griddle
And "Available," written by Michael Rivo and Griddle
Published by Tunesmith Worldwide (ASCAP).

Griddle is Kimo Ball, Xifer Fortier, Chris McGrew, and Guy Seal
Aided and abetted by Jon Birdsong (coronet on "So Slow"),
Kelley Stage (additional vocals on "Fairest Of The Mall" and "So Slow"),
and Rosie Panzarello Ball (additional vocals on "Fairest Of The Mall").

Artwork and design 2002 by Joel Elrod : joelelrod.com

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Track Name: Yr Bitch Ass Job
YR BITCH-ASS JOB

Another day becomes a week
And there ain't no time to speak
Take a paperclip, and stretch it out
Do it again 'til it breaks the skin
While you're punching in, punching out
The boss at your bitch-ass job tells you
You are slow, slow as shit
But you don't know the half of it

You've got some fly hanging files
Take care of all her dangling
Things undone, got her back
Well keep it up, that's a damn good welcome mat

Your bitch-ass job is just a homemade habitrail
The door's unlocked, it's not the same as being in jail
You can walk out with your shovel and your pail
And the documents you wrote in braille

Every night she will cite
Remote decisions from small municipalities
She will try to catch your eye
In an effort to minimize fatalities
She can be just what she wants
The boss can do what she chooses
Take you in, price you out
But it's a recipe for bruises

She's obsessed, nicely dressed
You can't hear a word she says
Because you're aiming true
Trying to flick the little planets from around her head

Your bitch-ass job is just a vampire in disguise
It takes your soul and steals the fire from your eyes
And once you're free, it's just a child and his cries
And the mirror that shows your actual size

Grab a bite, ham on white
Think of tonight when you'll buy a sack
And you're leaning back in your seat
Lost and heavy on your feet
As you make a call, take a break
Cook your lungs like a sirloin steak
Which you wish you had, fat and red
But you're dead 'cause you bled instead

Your bitch-ass job is just a homemade safety net
To keep you happy with your couch and TV set
Which shows you all the things you don't have time to get
You better run for your life, it's not over yet
Track Name: Give It Up
GIVE IT UP

There may come a time when I wake up
There may come a time when I wake up and be a man
Wake up from infatuation and all these expectations
And give it up for free

I don't know if I can restrain myself
I don't know if I can train myself to be more patient
When it's time to watch you go
And I'm left here on my own
I will give it up for free

It's not the giving that hurts, it's the waiting to receive
There's a melody I want to play with you
But we're not playing the same song

What I desire more than anything
What I desire more than anything is to lose my pride
I won't make demands, let it slip right through my hands
When I give it up for free
Track Name: Like A Walk
LIKE A WALK

Like a walk up to the ticket counter
Give me five bucks or you're gonna get blasted
My first balloon ride at the county festival

The one who wore the pickle hat
And bubblegum-snapping cotton candy girls
Who talk as if we weren't even there
Said it's business as usual, we've seen it all an hour before
Nowhere to go, don't try to run

We take these things as true:
That trees are good, TV is bad,
Grover never had no lips,
Only straight white boys play air guitar,
And the pending revolution can owe me

Like your mother said when you were young
Swing both ways before you cross the street
Sit up straight with shoulders back
Say please and thank you always
Get whatever the fuck you want
My twenty bucks, and the fluid ounce of peace

I hope you choke or slip on something
Walking down the stairs
From the landing to a turnstile exit
Men with ropes and hats like fishing boats running
And I walked, I walked away
And girls they stopped and they'd say
It's business as usual, we've seen it all an hour before
Nowhere to go, don't try to run
We take these things as true:
You ripped me off, it pissed me off
And life is short but it's wide

And I'd like to just forgive you, but it tears me up inside
Track Name: Metro To Norwood
METRO TO NORWOOD

Took the metro to Norwood with a pencil in my hand
Heading down to the music store on Montgomery
That was the last time I heard that song

Bobbing her head to the radio station
The same one I was listening to
Her lips were perfect in time with everything
And I nearly missed my stop

My first evening with Courtney
We heard Frank Vincent play
Down at the Harley Hotel on Montgomery
That was the first time I heard that song

She was so so scandalous
Courtney knew every line, every word
Her lips were perfect in time with everything
I couldn't make a sound

It's a joy to read your lips
Track Name: Liner Notes
LINER NOTES

I know everything that's happened in rock and roll
Elvis and before and after, right on down the line
If they had Jeopardy for folks like me
I could win a million trillion dollars every single time

History of Rock and Roll by Rolling Stone
Said Zappa never s#*t on stage
But Ozzy ate the pigeons
And Gene Simmons kicked the shit out of Shaun Cassidy
The jury's still out on whether
Rod or Elton ever had their stomachs pumped
They found a pint of Bowie's semen
I know I'm not dreaming 'cause I read it in the liner notes
I read it in the liner notes, and hence it has to be

I got at least a dozen "drunken with Todd Rundgren" stories
Met him at a show and talked about the Grateful Dead
And I know the photographer who got punched out by Nilsson
While John Lennon marched around
Sporting a tampon on his head

It's nice to meet you
Have you heard of this great pop minutia
Happened back in '78
The Allmans and the Skynyrds got together
And they shared and Cher'd alike
Duane dressed up like Sonny Bono
I know it sounds outlandish and bizarre
And a little bit like blasphemy
But an interview with Chastity
Was written in the liner notes
I read it in the liner notes, and not on MTV

Whatever happened to Tim Buckley
Well, I'm the man to tell you
He ate broccoli, beans and bleach
And killed himself with rancid farts
And lawyers for Thin Lizzy are uniting
To prevent the sale to Michael Jackson
Of Phil Lynott's private parts

And I know the facts on who played what instrument
On every single tune
And while we're on the subject
Chynna Burton sang the cool parts on Dark Side Of The Moon
That three-part Beatles special didn't tell me
Even half what I already know
My friend Joe knew Sid and Nancy
Me, I'm not that fancy, I just read it in the liner notes
I read it in the liner notes, they wrote 'em just for me
Track Name: Available
AVAILABLE

I've been looking at you, now you caught my gaze
Are we the only ones alone in this place
What you want is just beyond your grasp
Anyone that available you'd be looking past

I sleep on a futon
If that causes you a problem
I'll change that if you want me to
Did you hear I'm available, available
I'll be there if you want me to

Did you notice, were you waiting for someone to talk to you?
To those who hide behind their masks of cool
You are just the same as me, too available

Everything I own is disposable
My forks are made of plastic
Got a TV cart with a microwave
Did you learn I'm available, available
I'll be there if you want me to

'Cause everyone notices
They talk about our loneliness
I'll change that if you want me to
Everyone notices
They talk about our loneliness
I'll change that if you want me too
Track Name: Hit Parade
HIT PARADE

This record could almost be played on the radio
Its tones are sharp and clear
With a disposable melody that might just catch their ears
One fears

Maybe we should go on and hold our tongues
Maybe we should go on and hold our tongues

We're headed straight for the fools' parade
Straight for the hit parade, we've got it made
In no time we'll all be getting played and overplayed

Maybe we should go on and direct a video
To further our careers
With a director and lighting and a crew of volunteers
Or we could go and direct ourselves
We could maybe go on and direct ourselves

We're headed straight for the fools' parade
Straight for the hit parade, we've got it made
In no time we're selling Gatorade and Minute Maid
In no time we're on the hit parade, we got it made
In no time we'll all be getting laid and overplayed

This record could almost be played on the radio
Track Name: Positively Jackson
POSITIVELY JACKSON

Sometimes it's crazy, insanity, a poem
A molotov haiku cocktail
It's a rhythm, it's patient, but it's sweet and it's strong
A velvet locomotive

I get three minutes, three months out of every three
Weak in the knees is the way that I feel for her
I don't know nothing until I get out of my head

Sometimes I do that
Spend some time being and looking positively Jackson
In the mirror it's cool, and I'm looking at you
And your hair falling over my shoulder (nice)

It's just the ocean
It's a sweet bowl of motion
Churn up freedom and pleasure often
And it's animal and vegetable and mineral too
And it dances and crashes and quivers
Right then

Sometimes I do that
Track Name: Fairest Of The Mall
FAIREST OF THE MALL

I saw you slip it in your purse
And I can't think of nothing worse
Than a summer spent alone
My number scribbled in blue pen
Two one two, five two five
You can call upon it when your friends
Are out with someone else

Don't go out without your raincoat on
Summer holiday
Maybe it's the way you wear your dress

I swear I will not keep you on the line
But you've been wasting all your time
On boys who don't say much
You chewing gum against the wall
One leg out, one leg up
You're the fairest of the mall
So baby don't be so uptight

I don't have a curfew any more
And your friends are out with someone else
(I saw you slip it in your purse)
You are the fairest of the mall
Track Name: Preoccupied
PREOCCUPIED

I wish I could give you all my time
I always seem preoccupied
Swear that I'll try to clear up my mind
'Cause I don't want to treat you that way

And if I'm not quick with a compliment
I hold it contempt what most hold dear
I love you, my dear
At least I'm sincerely in love with what I love

If you question my intentions
Affectionate men are sometimes cold
They do what they're told
And are told to severely question what they love

I wish I could give you all my time
I always seem preoccupied trying to impress you
I'll try to clear up my mind
I'll try to clear up my mind
Track Name: A Movie About Me And You
A MOVIE ABOUT ME AND YOU

Well, I'm sorry about the dog who died when you were ten
And I'm sorry that I forgot where we supposed to meet last night
I was the bath, I was in a dream
Looking out for aliens in little purple suits

I will swallow the water
I will swallow the fire

If it's the perception of the observer that makes the thing really exist
Then why can't I find my car keys
Or even the way to your heart
Well I dreamed last night that I was on the Johnny Carson show
I was really funny
I told some really great jokes

I will swallow the water
I will swallow the fire

Well last night I saw a movie that was really about me and you
And for people in this movie, things turned out kind of bad
Well I'm trying to make sense
I'm trying to have some peace
But I know that even Gandhi hit his funny bone sometimes

I will swallow the water
I will swallow the fire
Track Name: So Slow (To A Cigarette)
SO SLOW (TO A CIGARETTE)

I press you gently to my lips
And you don't mind, I make you smaller
I make you smolder and decay
You make me cough just like I'm laughing
And when we're driving in my car
You are exhaust, and I'm exhausting you so slow
So slow - you take my breath away

I'm Humphrey Bogart in the rain
You made the stain on my fedora
In our romantic escapade
You are the dangerous stranger
With a past you won't recall
And I'm your maker's mark
He marked me long ago
That's why you're killing me so slow

You burn me like a pistol black as silt
I'm only here to line your daddy's pockets
Before he dies I swear I'll make him rich
You know I've only got myself to blame

You burn me like a pistol black as tar
I'm only here to line your daddy's pockets
Before he dies I swear I'll make him rich
You know I've only got myself to blame