Slang Chickens

by Slang Chickens

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1.
Tropics 02:31
All she could do Was try to sort shit out Trying to trade her shameful doubt Don’t wanna hear bout any other one Like how they knew ya, what they did to ya I’m moving to the Tropics Rid sadness from my mind Seashells and abalone In the sand I draw the line She cleared her plate, lost weight And moved to Japan Dyin', tryin' to find a better man Don’t wanna hear bout any other one He seen the pictures, no he don’t miss her I’m moving to the Tropics Rid sadness from my mind Seashells and abalone In the sand I draw the line
2.
Row My Boat 01:36
Row my boat to shore Gonna row my boat to shore Row my boat to shore pretty Peggy-O Row my boat to shore Ain't gonna sail that ship no more I’ve got to row my boat to shore The captain in me is dead Just these wounds and a wooden leg I left my anchor stranded on the dead land I should be floating, but I'm sinking down Might the wind come to carry me home? 
Both feet on dry land They’d like to hang me if they can They’d like to feed my bones to the highway I like the water when my tide is high Might the wind come to carry me home? I like the water when my tide is high Might the wind come to carry me home?
3.
Club Love 03:18
Club love is her favorite in town Though I don’t believe its true A lover may never be found So I’m finding it true Never wanted that for you Never wanted that There are days where she wont make a sound Though I don’t believe it’s you Above her head there lays a crown So I’m finding it true Never wanted that for you Never wanted that
4.
Got blues Dripping down my leg Got blues Dripping down my leg I should go to the doctor But I really wanna stay in bed Loose screws Drilling in my skull Loose screws Drilling in my skull I could call up the head shrinker But I don’t care at all Didn’t want to believe it Did not want to believe Came dripping on down Blues gone dripping down my knee Awww Mama Blues is dripping down my leg Did not want to believe I did not want to believe it but The blues is dripping down my leg
5.
Come on I know you’re parasited out I know it’s just something you do You say you’re such a lonely cancer But I heard you were not born in June Don’t wanna save no world I know you think just like I do Maybe some other time I know you think just like I do No I do not like her burning answers But I like’em better than I like the truth She said she’s always been a dancer Well I like, I like to watch her move Don’t wanna save no world I know you think just like I do Maybe some other time I know you think just like I do Don’t wanna save no world I know you think just like I do Maybe some other time I don’t believe your kind I know you think just like I do
6.
Let's Microwave Hold me close until your dying age I try but it’s so hard just to behave So when it’s late at night I sit and I pray That I might wake up in your microwave Let's Microwave So cold outside I dream of warmer days Running around a dirty summer’s haze Even across the pond I’ve heard them say They dream to wake up in your microwave Let's Microwave Stop
7.
Never never have I been so sure Never never have I wanted to score Wanna take a ride down the lake shore I feel alright Never wanna end up on the chalkboard Gonna take my time till I’m sure Never again will my brains feel so sore I feel alright
8.
Skippin' town no reason to look back Now that all the flowers turned black Women dried up just like the well This whole mother fuckin' place has gone to Well, I guess things could be much worse They could send me off in a white hearse Gonna go down south gotta find me a nurse Look back at this town with a laugh and a curse As the night walks to your door And the light pours in your room I send flowers to your door More and more These ain't the badlands no more Balands come and badlands they go Badlands seem to follow me every other way I go Well maybe it’s not the badlands, maybe its me Because I find this place in every God damned country And I guess things could be much worse They could send me off in a white hearse Gonna go down south gotta find me a nurse Look back at this town with a laugh and a curse As the night walks to your door And the light pours in your room I send flowers to your door More and more These ain’t the badlands no more 1985 and all I wanna do is get stoned Well, well, well Come down easy As the night walks to your door And the light pours in your room I send flowers to your door More and more These ain’t the badlands no more
9.
Wild Winds 05:37
I’d walk through the wildest winds for you Do things even lovers think through You say there’s no place for you to fear And that there’s no business for me here These wild winds I’d swim through the oceans blind for you Lay down beside a tiger too Well if there’s no place for me to fear I guess there’s no reason to come near These wild winds It’s never coming back again These wild winds Hurricanes blowing through my town These wild winds It’s never coming back again I watch the windmills spin round and round I fear it’s harder than you think Life moves much faster when you blink You go so lucky who’s to thank I fear it’s harder than you thank These wild winds It’s never coming back again These wild winds Hurricanes blowing through my town These wild winds It’s never coming back again I watch the windmills spin round and round
10.
You walk around telling them all that I’m easy Like you’d know the first thing bout what it takes to please me She don’t care Mama, she don’t care Mama She don’t care You can blame this life on someone else
Beside your pride you’ve got your money and your health Black don’t turn blue Even if you want it to Some call it cool though I think I'd call it sleazy When I’m away for days, and you tell them how you've seen me She don’t care Mama, she don’t care Mama She don’t care You can blame this life on someone else
Beside your pride you’ve got your money and your health Black don’t turn blue Even if you want it to Don’t you ever wonder? Don’t you ever care? Don’t you ever stop to wonder? Don’t you ever care?
11.
Young Money 03:07
Young Money Oh, Young money I don’t need a temperature of my own Just to get the feeling heat ain’t on Young Money Oh, Young money Call me up just to ask for a loan I just wanna know what side your on Young Money Oh, Young money Young Money Oh, Young money

about

1. Tropics
2. Row My Boat
3. Club Love
4. Blues (Dripping Down My Leg)
5. Parasited Out
6. Let’s Microwave
7. I Want To Score
8. Badlands Blues
9. Wild Winds
10. Black Don’t Turn Blue
11. Young Money

Recorded by Michael Lawrence Harris in Los Angeles at

Big Game Lodge, Van Nuys
Canyon Hut, Laurel Canyon
Fortune 500 Studios, Hollywood
1628 EPA, Echo Park

Mixed and Mastered by Pete Lyman at Infrasonic Sound

credits

released January 15, 2010

All Songs Written by Evan Weiss and Dash Hutton. Arranged by Slang Chickens and Darren Weiss. © and  2009 Mopey Ballad Music (SESAC) / Huttonious Monk (SESAC)

The Chickens:
Evan Weiss – Vocals, Guitar, Banjo
Dash Hutton – Drums, Vocals
Zach Dawes – Bass, Vocals
Travis Schneider – Guitar, Vocals

Lap steel on Tropics, Row My Boat, Blues (Dripping Down My Leg), Slide Guitar on Badlands Blues, and Loopage on Wild Winds provided by Devin Johnson

Trumpet on Blues (Dripping Down My Leg) and Club Love by Spencer Ludwig

Artwork by Jon Seaton
Burlap jackets sewn by Lisa Ziven
Layout by Tristan Keller-Finn

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