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1.
Golden teeth and a diamond ring my love, they don't mean a thing. On the cutting floor On the cutting floor O lord, let's waste no more. In the gutter, on the roof oh no, they have got no proof On the killing floor on the killing floor my love, I want no more. The devil's beard is made of gold I want back what I sold The price is low and the cost is high oh lord, I want what's mine. The pornographic song they sing the climax is a diamond ring Call a taxi end the night my love, I don't want to fight. Let's make up our minds what to do Let's waste no more time if we're through Wasted paychecks, dirty gold I want back what I sold Back to back, push to shove oh lord, I need your love. On the cutting floor, gold teeth and a diamond ring my love, they don't mean a thing. On the killing floor on the killing floor oh no, I want no more. Let's make up our minds what to do Let's waste no more time if we're through I want to be home with you I can't be alone with you
2.
It was handed down as part of the past, it was made by hand and it was made to last Put it up on the auction block Get a hammer to break the lock. I built a machine out of steel and wood with a piece of tin for a makeshift hood. Put it up on the auction block Coughing smoke in fits and starts. It's a forerunner of ten year's bad luck while blindfolded and leaning on a crutch. And a horn will blow when you light your pipe and a cock will crow when the moment's right. If the ship of state were to run aground and the king was weighed and a cure was found If they got confused trespassing and bold And they turned the screws trepanning for gold I could tear it down and remove all doubt I could drink pure mud until the sun burns out You've got to make it new You've got to make it new You've got to make it new You've got to make it new Brothers sisters build build a union strong raise the wages high with hammer and tongs Put it up on the auction block drop your guard and take a walk They tap their hollow canes on the cobblestones and in the rosebushes where the drunkards moan Put it up on the auction block Midnight handshakes in a parking lot It's a forerunner of ten year's bad luck while blindfolded and leaning on a crutch And a horn will blow when you light your pipe and a cock will crow when the moment's right If the ship of state were to run aground and the king was weighed and a cure was found If they got confused trespassing and bold And they turned the screws trepanning for gold I could tear it down and remove all doubt I could drink pure mud until the sun burns out You've got to make it new You've got to make it new You've got to make it new You've got to make it new It's a forerunner of ten years bad luck if you don't look down and you don't fuck up You've got to make it new You've got to make it new You've got to make it new You've got to make it new
3.
Just because the earth is hollow doesn't mean we can't bang around. With all these vitamins to swallow take a shovel and dig it down. Eleanor is a granite rock sturdy as an eagle's feather calm despite the coming weather I want her to be mine. There's a ghost who's making speeches to a stormstayed coroner while drowning in some frozen nowhere shooting off his dampened flares. There's a mad dog in parlour with a bad disguise. He says his best girl's at the harbour making bedroom eyes. But Eleanor is a granite rock sturdy as an eagle's feather calm despite the coming weather while out braving the elements sends her postcards to Presidents Who knows what they're gonna do? Who knows what they're doing all the time? I want her to be mine I've seen electric patterns and telltale signs. Who knows what they're doing all the time?
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Ultimatum 03:30
Nervous backseat driver offering reminders in a phantom landscape charging towards some holy grail. Send an ultimatum, come out with your hands up. I know what you're made of, this doesn't need to get rough. Don't you know how it brings me down we're not going to keep chasing our love round. And if I can't meet her demands I hope there's somebody else who can. Fashion plates in plainclothes staking out in unmarked vans. broken pink umbrellas downstream from the tar sands. Send an ultimatum come out with your hands up I know what you're made of this doesn't need to get rough. Don't you know how it brings me down We're not going to keep chasing our love round. And if I can't meet her demands I hope there's somebody else who can. Maybe there's nothing to see, nothing to see in the dark. Maybe you and me should never be apart.
5.
Welcome home you noisy bastards you've been gone far too long. I had thought that you might never return but goddamn it there you are. People sleeping in their beds can pretend that you're not here. Until you start to lose you heads and make your presence clear. There's a great fish sinking in the ocean with heavy lidded eyes. When harpoons come crashing into his fins, his anger's slow to rise. Jet streams turning into steam, clouding up the sky. Minnows take shelter down below as boats start to capsize. Your number's coming up.
6.
In the pockets of your overcoat keys and papers with your scattered notes I can't hold it all in my head, darling I go melting like an isotope You've had your name dragged through the mud They will be calling for your blood This is slander that we will debunk truth is bald-faced as a cloistered monk I can't hold it all in my head, darling the train is sinking and the ship is sunk You've had your name dragged through the mud They will be calling for your blood
7.
The matador chauffeurs a bull to the red carpet magnesium flashbulbs for a news-hungry bull market. Roast hog and lamb shanks for the black dog on the back staircase. I say he has no soul Calling for soup bones. A long-armed eunuch with asbestos gloves has a hard time demonstrating his love. Twelve o'clock comedian with a wink and a gun reading out the lottery keeps the jury hung. His concubine is restless; she's ruining the mood with the garbled cryptoquotes she's howling at the moon.
8.
If you know Thelma who was carnival queen they caught her with the mayor and now people are steamed. They'll run her out of town to some distant shore the grit in her eye could polish a floor You can unring a bell Tell me what you're trying to sell Pass it down the gunpowder trail Like an empty water pail If you had three hours that you wanted to spend We could take a rickshaw to an opium den and let all the colours bleed themselves to death, roaring at the lions on the family crest I can tell that trouble's closing in on me and that the troubleshooter's lost at sea. We will go where the wind has no bones And the street-lights aren't driving me blind You can unring a bell Tell me what you're trying to sell Pass it down the gunpowder trail Like an empty water pail You can unring a bell Don't you think that I can tell That trouble's closing in on me And the troubleshooter's lost at sea
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Cakewalk 02:46
Stolen watches back in '38 stowed away inside a packing crate. A hynoptist with a quivering lip couldn't talk talk talk me out of it It's a cakewalk on pavement crumbs wet socks and a faithless tongue I'm gonna come through I'm gonna come through for you Risked my money for a ticket home on a pinstripe suit and a pocket comb We put our nickels on the rails, stretch them out to pay your father's bail It's a cakewalk on pavement crumbs wet socks and a faithless tongue I'm gonna come through I'm gonna come through for you Rusted cranes, all deaf and dumb They raise their antlers to the sun Drove home through the smokestacks to the basement flats and the stock collapse and the cinder block towers paying gravity tax
10.
These saints and these martyrs write letters in braille to the Chamber of Commerce and villains in jail Misers and spendthrifts have sleepless nights their knives on their grindstones and hope in their sights I want a North Pole funeral pyre, drinking pruno, accusing liars. I'd cut your hair and I'd dye it white we'd walk like priests with our downcast eyes when your sleeping, safe and sound, I'll go home through the underground. Usurpers and turncoats feel no regret. They'll ransom your daughters for all they can get Grifters and swindlers wear toothy grins they'll steal all I own while singing me hymns. I want a North Pole funeral pyre drinking pruno, accusing liars I'd cut your hair and I'd dye it white We'd walk like priests with our downcast eyes when your sleeping, safe and sound, I'll go home through the underground. Long in the tooth and much too thin at the beach with tattoos fading. If I can't have you by my side, I'll be restless, but I'll abide

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released October 21, 2010

This is a collection of songs from EPs we put out between 2009-2010.

We recorded Civic Virtues EP with Dan Ledwell, the Troubleshooters EP with Adam Gallant, and Dirty Gold EP with Adam Gallant engineering and Dan Ledwell as producer.

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