Dan and Rachel - Damn Monsters!
All songs written by Dan Costello and Rachel Devlin, except:
"He Loves You"
written by Debe Dalton (used with permission)
and contains elements of "Oh Susanna" by Stephen Foster and "Butchers Boy" (traditional)
"Tiny Streams"
written by Douglas Black (The Purple Organ) (used with permission)
Recorded at St. John's Lutheran Church in Greenpoint, Brooklyn
And at home in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn.
Mastered by Brian Speaker for SpeakerSonic
Artwork by Piwi
(c) 2010 Pumpkin Guys (DIY). All Rights Reserved.
1. FEAR YET
If'n I want it and you got it then you gotta give it over
I'm a lucky leprechaun and you're a four-leaf fucking clover
And pretty soon you're gonna feel my lucky charm
So put your hands on the hood and get ready for the baby arm.
And it's a dangerous road but you chose to drive it
And now you might be thinking you won't get out alive
Put the belt over your shoulder, say another Hail Mary
Cuz the movie isn't over and you thought that this was scary already…
But you haven't felt fear yet (fear yet)
You should be afraid.
But you haven't felt fear yet (fear yet)
And you wanna be saved.
Roll a horseshoe in my cigarette
And smoke it till we're tripping.
I been sifting through the hash sack
You been double dipping.
I need nicotine and wine like a banana needs a monkey
I'm a doubt-clad, stout-lad amphetamine junkie.
And I really don't care, no I really don't care
And the truth is (truth is) I didn't mean to scare you…
But you haven't felt fear yet (fear yet)
You should be afraid.
But you haven't felt fear yet (fear yet)
And you wanna be saved.
And if you haven't felt fear yet, fear yet
Why are you so afraid (and if you haven't felt)
If you haven't felt fear yet fear yet
Why do you wanna be saved?
That's all you really want (they just wanna…)
2. WOH BANANA
Woh Banana, woh banana, woh woh woh Banana
Woh Banana, woh banana, woh woh woh Banana
Woh Banana, woh banana, woh woh woh Banana
Woh Banana, woh banana, woh
Cavendish or Gros Michel
Which one is better nobody can tell
Clone after clone no variety
Monoculture a boring society
Woh banana...
The banana, the world's most popular fruit
Somewhere in Malaysia if first spread its roots
Moved to India in 600 BC
Where it appeared in the writings of the Buddhist Pali
Alexander the Great, he liked the taste
Took it to the west where it spread to Africa, the Caribbean, and Central America
In 1876 bananas first caught the eye of the businessmen looking of the next big buy
They drew up a plan to export them from the warm southern hemisphere:
The banana trade was born
Woh banana…
You've lost your color and you're starting to peel
Your destiny puts you under a heel
Down came the cradle, baby and all
I tell you banana you're heading for a fall
Woh banana....
Technology was brought to a real rural place
so Americans could get that fresh creamy taste
Railroads, radios, refrigerated boats
replaced rainforests on the Costa Rican coast
Chiquita called it the Most Perfect Food
but banana apocalypse was coming soon
In the 1950s Big Mike's were humungous
but identical bananas are susceptible to fungus
Banana Republics crowned the Cavendish
And supermarket shoppers didn't know there'd been a switch
The banana was saved…for a time…
Woh banana....
Dessert bananas don't fry up brown
You have to use a plantain is you can find one
Get some sweet at the corner store
They travelled a thousand miles or more.
In plastic bags with little sun
Temperature controlled at forty one
Then sprayed with a gas to make them ripe
They sit in our cereal, every bite
Well the next set of bugs will be their doom
And the Cavendish will be the fruit of the tomb
Panama disease is coming to get you
Who'll be next and come to the rescue?
Will it be the sweetheart? (U.S. Patent Pending)
Or a radish gene? (NO GMO, NO!)
Will we just eat apples or…could it be Goldfinger? (Woh Banana.)
3. WANT YOU
I want to want you
And I want your want too
Sharp as a dagger
Served on a platter
I want to want you
But you are untrue
And you are unfit.
Your words are bullshit.
Keep on trying to be someone
And I’ll keep trying not to disappear
Put your money where your mouth was
Hide your spear inside the cashmere
So many voices
So many choices
Two is too much
I look but I don’t touch
I want to want you
Please discontinue
Cuz I ain’t got none
And you’re still looking for something.
Keep on trying to be someone
And I’ll keep trying not to disappear
Put your money where your mouth was
Hide your spear inside the cashmere
Eat your breakfast in a stairwell
Then eat mine inside a glass house
Throw your mattress on the fire
Burn your eyes as they are heading south
Mark your words with Roman Numerals
Then mark mine with dripping wax
Call the poison animal controller
To take the monkey off our backs.
Keep it up, now that’s enough. (I want to want you.)
4. HE LOVES YOU (by Debe Dalton)
I know you know he loves you you know
I know you know he loves you you know
He loves you, you know, he loves you.
I know you know he loves you you know
I know you know he loves you you know
He loves you, you know, he loves you.
And he cries and pines and writes be mine
A million times, over and over and over. He loves no other.
And he thinks all his prayers will be answered
All his prayers with one moment shared
But it’s not true, cuz it’s only you. Yep it’s only you.
I know you know he loves you you know (Oh Susanna)
I know you know he loves you you know
He loves you, you know, (Don’t you cry for me)
He loves you. (I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee)
I know you know he loves you you know (Oh Susanna)
I know you know he loves you you know
He loves you, you know, (Don’t you cry for me)
And he can’t let go. (I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee)
There is a tavern in this town
Where the butcher’s boy goes and sits down.
He takes that strange girl on his knee (Cuz he’s just a boy, oh he’s just a boy, but with the purest heart that I have ever known)
And tells to her (Be kind)
What he won’t tell me (He loves you)
And everything he thinks he’s missing,
It’s not missing it’s just sleeping in his own heart.
In his own pure heart.
And he just has to look, he has to look
He hasta, hasta, hasta look in his own heart.
And not plead for yours. Not bleed for yours.
Be kind, he loves you.
Cuz he’s just a boy, yeah he’s just a boy (Oh susanna)
But with the purest heart that I have ever known (Don’t you cry for me)
Be kind, he loves you. (I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee)
5. SLOWLY
I walk slowly when I’m walking with you.
Time goes faster than I want it to
It’s cold outside but I’m warm straight through.
Walk slowly, hey hey hey.
I dance slowly when I’m dancing with you
Cheek to cheek like the old folks do
Suddenly there’s no one else in the room
Dance slowly, hey hey hey.
Slow Down, Slow Down, Slow Down...
Slowly!
I love slowly when I’m loving you.
Long lasting, every move
Takes me higher into the blue
Love slowly, hey hey hey.
Slow Down, Slow Down, Slow Down
Walking with you, dancing with you, loving you...
Slowly!
6. BLANKET ON THE WALL
She's a real thick Brit with an accent that matches
Watch her skimp dress split as she bats her eyelashes
Your Madonna's a Medusa when she's pouring you a single malt
Playing with your gear shift, pretty soon you're gonna stall.
I been hurtin hard like the wrath of the recession
And I tumble into circumstance, this is depression
I'm a grown man kickin like a two year old baby
And I wanna stop the bleeding but I don't have any Band-Aids
CH:
The blanket on the wall keeps me dreaming
Keeps the screams in
I keep writing but I’m fighting
And the blanket on the wall keeps the light out, til it’s bright out
Then I walk outside, unless it’s right now
It's a hairpin turn down to Hatfield Road
With a line drawn in the quicksand it's time that you unload
The birthday party boyfriend just can't cut the mustard
But she puts her finger to your lips and tells you just to trust her
I say No No No you can't take me to your mother
You can't listen when I'm silent and you fear the wrath of others
I say No No No I am spinning plates of whiskey
I am running down a dream, Tom Petty’s gonna get me
CH
When the rain stops falling there is light inside the cover
And the puddles on the sidewalk retreat from one another
The label maker magazine is full of contradiction
It is either Time or TimeOut, it's either fact or fiction
I got a pin from a friend who says I'll see you in the summer
But I got too many plans, man, I'll disappoint you brother
I bum a cigarette from a kid outside the heater
And he tells me it's okay, but I cry into the theater
I say No No No I have little left to offer
I can give you good advice but it won't fill up your coffer
I say No No No pour me one more cup of coffee
And I’ll climb up the mountain if these insects will get off me.
CH
She’s a Hurricane hatequake, Lysistrata Back-break
Keep up your defenses cuz that girl is gonna kill you
She’s a Tarentella Wombat, Thunder like a lion
If you need a place to sleep there's a bordello on the bayou.
CH
7. MY MASSERIA
Mmmm, My Masseria
Mmmm, My Masseria
Mmmm, My Masseria
My Masseria Mmmm
Got fig trees
Long green beans
Bread and Cheese
in my Masseria
My Masseria, Mmmm.
Got eight dogs
Two little cats
Newborn Baby
in my Masseria
My Masseria, Mmmm.
Ice Cream Cones
Chicken Bones
Rolling Stones
in my Masseria
My Masseria, Mmmm.
Late at night
Feelin alright
There’s always a light
on my Masseria
My Masseria, Mmmm.
8. EASIER
I perk up and then it fades
The end of a cigarette
Keep reaching for the stars
My two feet don't like the ground
I chatter and I type
I reason and then I rhyme
I jitter and then I waste
I do what I do with time
When does it all get easier
Maybe today maybe not yet
If you remind me maybe I will get it right
I'll remember or maybe I'll forget
Doesn't have to improve
Might not get any better better
Could be something I said
Could be poison in a letter.
You whisper and you work
I tiptoe and I tease
I give you want you want
You didn't even say please
I shiver and I want
I worry and I dream
I eat up and then I drink
It's water down the stream
When does it all get easier
Maybe today maybe not yet
If you remind me maybe I will get it right
I'll remember or maybe I'll forget
Doesn't have to improve
Might not get any better better
Could be something I said
Could be poison in a letter.
Give us a smile...
Give us a smile...
Give us a smile...
...Could be poison in a letter.
9. DOGSHIT
Dogshit, Bushwick, clean up after your dog
Dogshit, Bushwick, clean up after your dog
We live in Bushwick Brooklyn
It’s pretty sweet.
But when we go to see our friends
There’s all this fucking dogshit all over the street
(and we say)
Dogshit, Bushwick, clean up after your dog
Dogshit, Bushwick, clean up after your dog
So we go to Paris France, (ooh la la)
And the streets are not very clean
And we go to Berlin
And it’s a dogshit machine!
(and we say)
Merde de chien, Montmartre
Nettoyer apres ton chien!
Hundescheiße, Berlin
Schmeiss die Scheisse in Müll
Then we go to Italy (Italy)
So much good wine it’s hard to choose!
And you can stare at the spanish girls
But watch where you walk, you might get shit on your shoes!
Cacca del cane, Italiano
Pulisci la cacca del cane!
Mierde de perro, Barcelona
Limpia la mierde de tu perro!
Then we went to Switzerland.
And there no shit! Happy Dog Solo!
We returned and we moved to Bed-Stuy
Every neighborhood is so unique
But one thing unites the whole world
It really doesn’t matter what language you speak
(it goes)
Dogshit, Bushwick, clean up after your dog
Dogshit, Bushwick, clean up after your dog
10. SWEET MAMA
Well the sunset's faded to black
And I've got no place to lay
I don't want any more toys
I don't want to play
I've lost myself in time
I've lots myself in fits
I only want to be with you and that's it
So won't you please put me to sleep, Sweet Mama
Hold me tonight and keep me warm
Will you take me to keep sweet mama
I won't do you no harm
And my legs are stumps of clay frozen by the heat
I am part of you, you are all of me.
Though memory of lost love steals by waking breath
And you're the only one I wanna be with
So won't you please put me to sleep, Sweet Mama
Hold me tonight and keep me warm
Will you take me to keep, Sweet Mama
I won't do you no I won't do you no harm
Hold onto me I got you (And my heart is made of stone)
This misery soon will pass (And my pulse it feels like fire)
No more tragedy will befall you (And my mouth begins to moan)
This sleepless night will be your last (I’m so tired)
Won't you please put me to sleep, Sweet Mama
Hold me tonight and keep me warm
Will you take me to keep, Sweet Mama
I won't do you no I won't do you no harm.
11. ZOMBIES
I spend way too much of my time
Way too much of my life
Stuck in my head
Stuck in my head
Stuck in my head
My synapses fire in line
There's only one thought on my mind.
Rewind play again
Rewind play again
Rewind play again
Zombies Zombies
Everyone you meet out here on the street
Zombies Zombies
All about a brain, going quite insane
Zombies Zombies
Smoking cigarettes, walking Zombie pets
Pretending they're not dead pretending you're not dead
Pretending I'm not dead
You could convince my I'm fine
Give a banana to my monkey mind
Get stuck in my head
Get stuck in my head
Get stuck in my head
Say that you'll always be mine
It's really just a matter of time
Til we rewind, play again
Rewind play again
Rewind play again
Zombies Zombies
Everyone you meet out here on the street
Zombies Zombies
All about a brain, going quite insane
Zombies Zombies
Smoking cigarettes, walking Zombie pets
Pretending they're not dead pretending you're not dead
Pretending I'm not dead
Love the thing that makes you better
Hate the thing that makes you freak out
Love the thing that makes you better
Hate the thing that makes you freak out
Do the thing that makes you freak out
Hate the thing that makes you better
Do the thing that makes you freak out
Hate the thing that makes you better
I don't look around
I don't see the ground
I don't see the sky
I'm stuck in this cortex (...)
Way way way way too much time (...)
Zombies (...)
12. TINY STREAMS (by Douglas Black / The Purple Organ)
As we fell in love the old ceiling up above would never again look the same
As the walls and normal things became mystic arteries to things unseen
And although we no view the moon came in the room
and shared it's glow with us all just the same.
And if souls are tiny streams then together we're a river only one dream in between.
No stick, no cage, no electric shock can stop love.
And as soon as love is found the pain of the world is drowned
in a single sound that only comes from you.
And your eyes are two trap doors, I fall in, spill on the floor
I am fluid, I'm into it with your lashes wash the ashes from my corpse.
Old unforgiving streets, feel like flowers under feet.
Secret smiles fill the miles of the lonely strangers that we meet
And if souls are tiny streams than the motion of the ocean is our only destiny.
No stick, no cage, no electric shock can stop love.
Martin had a dream about a caged bird that sings
And although it seems free, strange fruit still hangs from the trees
Mahatma had a vision of the salt in the sea
And how a simple march to make it could help set some people free
Martin had a dream about a caged bird that sings
And although it seems free, strange fruit still hangs from the trees
Mahatma had a vision of the salt in the sea
And how a simple march to make it could help set some people free
No stick, no cage, no electric shock can stop love love love.
