Michael Castle

Debut recording from Pretty Beggar. Indie pop tune that seriously grooves
Michael Castle: Songwriting, Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Production
Tim Jurasewicz: Drums

Lyrics: 

Everything a mystery 
All the words, you said to me
My head was in the clouds
A blessing I can see you now

And I didn’t care where we were
Vision all ablur
Always out to get some more
From the hands I so adore

Cos I’m paid up 
Thousand debts and I made a mess but
I’m paid up 
So look me in the eye and tell me
Yeah

I like when you sit next to me 
Cause life has no guarantees
When is it enough to know
I’m lying at the foot of your throne

So come and tell me how you feel
And I’ll show you how to be real
No one put your shackles on
It's money that's the life-long con
 
But baby I’m paid up 
Thousand debts but I made amends and
I’m paid up 
So don't think twice, just tell me 
Yeah, just say yeah

So here I am, out of a jam and I’ve been been feeling alright 
Got a new lease on a new life

Cause baby I’m paid up 
Thousand debts but I made amends and
I’m paid up 
So don’t think twice just say 
Yeah, just tell me yeah

I’m paid up 
Thousand debts but I made amends and
I’m paid up 
So don't think twice, just say yeah
Just tell me yeah

Paid Up

A soul track for every rock'n'roller

Michael Castle: Songwriting, Guitar, Bass, Lead Vocal, Harmonies, Production
Tim Jurasewicz: Drums
Artwork by Antonio Rodriquez Photography: http://photosantonio.com
Lyrics: 

Well I’ve been feeling down 
You come along to bring me up 
I’ve been void of affection 
You come by all full of love

I've been twisting and writhing
You come and help me to relax
I've been cheating and lying
You come along and kick my ass

I've been running up and down the streets of this lonely town
Looking for somebody to turn me around
And I was in a free fall for the bottom babe and then I see you
Ooh and baby you just look so cool       

I’ve been feeling crazy
You come along and make me sane
I was burning from both ends baby
You came along and brought the rain

I’ve been quivering and shaking
You come along to hold me down 
I’ve been bending and breaking 
You show me I’m just working the weakness out

Oh darlin’ I've been running up and down the streets of this lonely town
Looking for somebody to turn me around
And I was headed break-neck for the bottom babe and then I see you
Ooh and honey you just look so cool
Baby you just look so cool

Oh you look so cool
Oh you’re looking so cool 
How do you look so cool?
How do you look so cool?

The million miles before stumbling over you
Are gone and forgotten to the rear of my view
And the shit that I’ve waded through over all of this time
Is suddenly so for gone from my mind

Well I’ve been feeling grey 
You come along and color me
I've been sleeping through the days
But you've beautifully woken me 

I've been running up and down the streets of this lonely town
Looking for somebody to turn me around
And I was headed break-neck for the bottom babe and then I see you
Ooh and honey you just look so cool
Baby you just look so cool

Lookin' So Cool

Even the least reputable of characters deserve someone............don't they?

Michael Castle: Songwriting, Guitar, Bass, Keyboard, Vocals, Production
Tim Jurasewicz: Drums
Artwork by Pretty Beggar

Lyrics:
Can I get a witness? Yes you can!

Can I get a witness? 
Come on baby marry me quick 
Cos I’m a right clever boy with a criminal wit 
I got them sticky hands and a wandering eye 
But ooh you are just my kind

Can I get a witness? 
Or nobody’s gonna believe 
That 'is righteous little mama gone and fell in love with me
Cos I'm a lifelong sinner with a penchant for greed
Pretty Beggar tell me how do you plead? 

I'm saying can I get a witness? Yeah!

Can I get a witness? 
Come on baby marry me quick
Cos I'm a bad motherfucker with a big old dick
I got some handcuffs and a pile of cocaine
And I'm ready to make you say my name

Can I get a witness? 
Or nobody’s gonna believe
Yeah they'd hit me with glass bottles and then call me a thief
Cause I'm a heartbreaker and a ramblin’ man
So grab ahold of me baby when you can, now

Can I get a witness? Yeah!

Can I get a witness?
C’mon baby marry me quick 
We could bail out forever with these pennies I nicked
Cos you’re a sure thing and I made up my mind
And there’s no way I’m leaving you behind 

Can I get a witness
Or nobody's gonna believe 
Cause they'd pay for your lovin’ but I got it for free
I got my five lives and my luck on my sleeve
So let’s riot and make a few enemies

Can I get a witness? Yeah!

Witness

Hot and sweet, fresh out the oven

Michael Castle: Songwriting, Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Production
Tim Jurasewicz: Drums

Lyrics: 
Well, my love is the cat on the prowl   
Your love is the pretty little mouse 
But your love is a half lit cigarette
My love is the burned down house

Your love comes bit by bit
My love honey comes in droves
Your love is a little pack of rabbits girl
My love is a pack of rabid wolves

Yeah, yeah, yeah (tell me you want me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well I, want, you, but you're gonna kill me
But I'm a glutton, for punishment so, come over here now, and give me a thrill babe

My love is like chilli pepper chocolate 
I make your tongue tingle and your heart beat
Your love is like an overdose of novocaine
One shot and I'm numb for a week

Your love is like punk rock music
And my love is like a 12 bar blues
But when we get together, Heather
Our love is fireworks in a phonebooth

Yeah, yeah, yeah (tell me you want me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well I, want, you, but you're gonna kill me
But I'm a glutton, for punishment so, come over here now, and give me a thrill babe

You're emotional fire like gasoline
Fed by a match right through nicotine
Burn all the evidence til it cleans
And roll away like you couldn'tve ever seen a thing

Your love is like a shot of adrenaline
New high like I could never guess
But to give me that dose of revival
You, had to put the thing right through my chest

I, want, you, but you're gonna kill me
But I'm a glutton, for punishment so, come over here now, and give me a thrill babe
Yes I, want you, but you're gonna kill me
But I'm a glutton, for punishment so, come over here now


Chili Pepper Chocolate

The pretty side of Pretty Beggar

Michael Castle: Songwriting, Lead Vocal, Harmonies, Piano, Guitar, Bass, Production
Time Jurasewicz: Drums
Song Artwork by Rachel Koltes

Lyrics: 
The blues got a hold of me lately
And I can feel a warm wind trying to take me 
The last of the memories driving me crazy
Try as I might I just can’t escape it, I can’t escape it

I’m sorry for my hands when they start their shaking
I’m just a stubborn boy out trying to make it
It’s ok if you gotta hate me 
I’ll see you in your Sunday morning paper baby

Tell you what baby, you come around 
To the lights on the dark side of town
Tell you what baby you come on by 
And I wont have to change your mind

If I stand here waiting on a marigold
I’d be fading until I’m too old
So I’ll keep waiting for my time to come

Tell you what baby you come around 
To the lights on the dark side of town
Tell you what baby you come on by 
And I wont have to change your mind


Tell You What

Positive Vibrationsssss

Michael Castle: Songwriting, Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Production
Tim Jurasewicz: Drums
Artwork by Pretty Beggar

Lyrics:
I don't care who you are or what you do
All I got is love
Tell me your secrets and I'll tell you too
Ain't nobody giving me up

Now, don’t bother with the negative
They pleasure in seeing a fall
They use it as a sedative
It's high time we say, fuck em all, fuck em all

Well I might make it up
And I my get it wrong
But I’ll find something new
And it'll be my gift to you

Well everything I say to you (try to make you laugh)
And all that we like to do (try to make it last)
All that we experience (never wearin’ a mask)
And when we find offence (then we call it a wrap)

(...)

We could be like kind or not a bit
All I got is love 
Show me your mind and I will tender it
And together we’ll know enough

Those who wallow in the bitterness
Cast a shadow like a cityscape
Stay forever getting colder
Or step out into the sun's rays

Well I might have to make it up
And I'll surely get it wrong
But I’ll find something new
And it'll be my gift to you

Well everything I say to you (try to make you laugh)
And all that we like to do (try to make it last)
All that we experience (never wearin’ a mask)
And when we find offense (then we call it a wrap)

Whoever you used to be (leave em in the past)
The weight that you’re carrying (lay it in the grass)
Forget all the enemies
We can just quit it and just be

We're all just human beings
Love, here is everything 
And joy is a necessity 
So open your arms because I'm coming in! 

Well everything I say to you (try to make you laugh)
And all that we like to do (try to make it last)
All that we experience (never wearin’ a mask)
And when we find offense (then we call it a wrap)

Whoever you used to be (leave em in the past)
The weight that you’re carrying (lay it in the grass)
Forget all the enemies (and kick back)
We can just quit it and just be

Well everything I say to you (try to make you laugh)
And all that we like to do (try to make it last)
All that we experience (never wearin’ a mask)
And when we  find offense (then we call it a wrap)

All I Got Is Love

A punk-y brew, stirred by Pretty Beggar

Michael Castle: Songwriting, Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Production
Time Jurasewicz: Drums
Artwork by Rachel Koltes
Lyrics
Faded black t-shirts
Calloused fingers hard down to the bone
Headlights pointed out to California and no plans to ever make it home 

Cigarette in ready lips
Scars of rebellion lingering in tow
Tattoos marking what we understand and nobody else’ll ever know

Well we were beatnik boys with nothing but a head full of soul
All we own is what we carryin’
Sayin, I forged a mind from the boredom 
And now I can’t be bothered to not be boogyin’

Starry eyed driver boy
Lead footed methodica never knowin doubt
Head in the heavens level with the gods and no ropes to pull it down 

Promiscuously vagabond
Counter culture Kerouac in us all
Even though we ain't making any money I'm standing 50’ tall

Well we were beatnik boys with nothing but a head full of soul
All we own is what we carryin’
Sayin, I forged a mind from the boredom 
And now I can’t be bothered to not be boogyin’

Surviving by a clever wit and daily we’re hanging by a thread 
Pickin pockets like monkey stealin bread
Tank out of gas, n’just enough cash for Arizona
But that’s alright
I could make a fine life there in Sedona

Well we were beatnik boys with nothing but a head full of soul
All we own is what we carryin’
Sayin, I forged a mind from the boredom 
And now I can’t be bothered to not be boogyin’

Beatnik Boys

Let the groove get in 

Michael Castle: Songwriting, Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Production
Tim Jurasewicz: Drums

Lyrics:
Pacing, As I’m waiting, For my ladybug
To come around the corner, dress polka-dotted on her
Time is, crawling, while I, vibrate

Fawning, her nirvana, I never wanted 
To live within her absence, candy canes and absinth
Help me, to forget my, hunger pains

But oh good God, I can hear my lady coming now
And oh good lawd she gon’ turn this aching body out
Oh good golly miss molly when you come around
Ain't nothing in the world that could keep my two hands bound

Breathless, getting restless, and my chest is
Pounding like a bass drum, as she leave her bread crumbs
Gotta, make it, back ‘fore, sunrise
 
The roar of, her aura, through the floor I feel it
Tickle with pleasure like rare Roman leather
Upon my, skin it, makes me, tremble

Oh good God, I can see my lady coming now
And oh good lawd she gon’ turn this aching body out
Oh good golly miss molly when you come around
Ain't nothing in the world that could keep my two hands bound 

Awakened, elevated, I gravitate towards
Hair of red haze and ‘em freckled shoulder blades
Only, sun and, skin abounding

Oh good God, I can hear my lady coming now
And oh good lawd I done turned that little body out
Oh good golly miss molly when you come down
Have yourself a drag  and we can throw in for another round

Ladybug

Written by Michael Castle and Tim Jurasewicz
Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Percussion: Michael Castle
Drums: Tim Jurasewicz
Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Brian Lanese
Engineered by Orlando Mestre
Graphic Design by Bigshot Robot
www.prettybeggar.com
@prettybeggar
(c) Pretty Beggar LLC, 2017

Lyrics: 
I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know
What it feels like to be normal
So I’ll take my sideways eyes n’ go
And I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know
What it feels like to be gorgeous
These days your beauty's bought and sold

Well I could stay and obey
But I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know
I how it feels to behave
No I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know
Chances are I’m gonna crash and burn it 
But fuck it oh well
Who will know if nobody ever goes?

I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know
What it feels like to be misunderstood
So I cut the censor from my mouth 
And I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know
What it feels like to be in regret
So I will see all that time allows
 
Well I could stay and obey
But I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know
I how it feels to behave
No I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know
Chances are I’m gonna crash and burn it 
But fuck it oh well
Who will know if nobody ever goes?
Yeah, who'll know if nobody ever goes?
 
Well I could stay and obey
But I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know
I how it feels to behave
No I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know I don’t wanna know
Chances are I’m gonna crash and burn it 
But fuck it oh well
Who will know if nobody ever goes?
Yeah, who'll know if nobody ever goes?

Tell Em We Say Hi

IDWK

Written by Michael Castle and Tim Jurasewicz
Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Percussion: Michael Castle
Drums: Tim Jurasewicz
Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Brian Lanese
Engineered by Orlando Mestre
Graphic Design by Bigshot Robot
www.prettybeggar.com
@prettybeggar
(c) Pretty Beggar LLC, 2017

Description:
A driving upbeat indie punk storyteller track told from the perspective of an over zealous and over indulgent protagonist who becomes overwhelmed at the sight of several lovely items.

Lyrics:
Some days my impulses get the best of me
Grabbing on to it all until I got no money
Well I’m window shopping ain’t stoppin for nothin 
All the pretty ladies got a fresh coat of paint and they poppin
Among these hollow body honeys I'm a brand new beast 
I’ve been starving for months but now it’s time that I feast 
I’m sayin

Oh my oh my oh I just wanna take you home I
Oh my you bout as sweet as honeycomb I
My my tap the phone and you’ll be all mine
Yeah well put it on credit and we can get it
Girl git it 
God knows we can git it 
Anytime you want yeah you can git it

Some days I'm stumbling all over my passion
Staring at all the pretty faces while they passin
To the right to the left mysterious silhouettes
Yeah they make my head swivel and pirouette
And now I'm falling in love every five feet that I step
Stoic and kind yeah but deep down inside 
I'm sayin

Oh my oh my oh I just wanna take you home I
Oh my you bout as sweet as honeycomb I
My my five minutes and you’ll be all mine
Honey anytime you want yeah you can get it
Girl git it 
God knows we can git it 
Anytime you want yeah you can git it

Ah you make me say oh my oh my 
Oh I just wanna take you home I
Oh my you bout as sweet as honeycomb I
My my one day you will be all mine
Work that layaway and we can get it
Girl git it 
God knows we can git it 
Anytime you want yeah you can git it



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Oh My

Self destruction in 3.......2........1.........

Michael Castle: Songwriting, Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Production
Tim Jurasewicz: Drums
Artwork by Pretty Beggar

Lyrics: 
Well I don’t wanna go home
Can’t stand to be alone
Sitting rough all on my own
And no one calling on the phone
I just sit around and hit the suds
Yeah I just can't seem to get enough
Under these melancholy moons when my
Friends don't seem to come around much

So can I stay a little while?
Home is oh so many miles
I drive and I pretend to smile
Pride is aching all the while
C'mon just a, just a few minutes more
Or I could just crash here on the floor
Cause it's one of those days when my
My baby ain't needin no touch

So I'll go buy myself amends
When I know on em I depend
All the money that I spend
For my mind to let it bend
Ooh yeah I let it bend
Yeah I just can't seem to put an end
To my less reputable actions on
Days when my people don't poke they heads up
So I guess I'll just throw my hands up
Maybe it's time I gave up
Can't believe my bad luck

Well my left and my right is all twisted up 
My top and my bottom’s all spun about
The voices in my head give me the run around
And for all that I can do I can’t stop the sound

WELL WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!
I'm waking up out on the lawn
Dignity so long gone
Maybe I've been crazy all along
I’m just so goddamn sick of it all 
Yeah I just can’t seem to take a fall 
And make it look good 
On these days where my people don't come around much 

Sudsy

Howlin' for ya

Michael Castle: Songwriting, Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Production
Tim Jurasewicz: Drums
Artwork by Pretty Beggar

Lyrics:
Oh it's a black day 
Even what’s shiny seems a little dimmer in the sun 
It's a black day 
Nobody's out here having any fun 

Soon as I got up, started feeling low 
Ducked a couple jabs, then caught another blow 
Was a VIP, but then I missed the show 
Your day is incredible? Mine is so so so dark

So let me lay, my aching head, upon your chest 
And you can just sing to me sweet and low 
Sing to me sweet and low 

Oh it's a black day
All of my emotions: set to stun 
Baby it's a black day
Out in about, but ain't knowin' no one 

Soon as I got up, started feeling blue
Stepped out for a stroll, but then I lost shoe
Turned on the TV to nothin but bad news
Trying to hold it together, but I ain't got any glue 
So I'm in your queue 

Just let me lay, my aching head, upon your stomach 
And you can just sing to me sweet and low
Sing to me sweet and low 

Well I’m callin for help
Cause I’m brawlin with my darker self
Can’t stall him any longer
I’m howlin for you woman
C’mon

Just sing to me sweet and low 
Sing to me sweet and low 

Sweet N' Low

Couple of shy young raggamuffins boasting hypotheticals 

Michael Castle: Songwriting, Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Production
Tim Jurasewicz: Drums
Artwork by Pretty Beggar

I'm a mover
And a shaker
A tide breaker
Well I ain't no beginner boy

I'm like a spider
An outsider
But I'm a survivor
I ain't no beginner boy

And I get louder
Because I'm prouder
Yeah I'm a shouter
I ain't no beginner boy

Yeah but East Town she goes, East Town she go got my head down
Act like we know, act like we know but our heads' down

They call me a loser
And a boozer
A drug abuser
Well I ain't no beginner boy 
 
I'm no accuser
Kilometer fuse, yeah
But I got them bruises
I ain't no beginner boy 
 
Well I'm a speaker
A loudspeaker
But I ain't a preacher
I ain't no beginner boy 

Yeah but East Town she goes, East Town she go got my head down
Act like we know, act like we know but our heads' down

Well I'ma prove it, got this word and I’ma use it
Yeah I’ma groove ya, take my hand and let me move ya
I’m for hire, walk these feet across a wire
Take it higher, keep my body above the fire

Nah but East Town she goes, East Town she go got my head down
Act like we know, act like we know but our heads' down

Beginner Boy

Hardest grooving ballad on the planet

Michael Castle: Songwriting, Piano, Vocals, Bass, Production
Tim Jurasewicz: Drums
Artwork by Pretty Beggar

Lyrics:
Well you can find me on the low, moseying slow, finger to the front lines,
Collar to the cold, shoes shuffling
And you can find me on the street, kickin with the freaks, under underpasses, 
Dreamin of the beach I ain't never saw

So if you see the world be sure to let me know if you ever figure it out
And I’ll be sure to let you know if I ever get it figured
Until then, I’ll be on the low

Well you can find me on the low, hidden in the flow, melancholy jazz, 
Setting tempo, shoes shuffling
Yeah you can find me at the hideout, kickin with the burnouts, hanging with the low-lifes, 
So that I can stand out, sort of

So be sure to let me know if you ever get it figured out
And I’ll be sure to let you know if I ever get it figured
Until then, I’ll be on the low

Well people we’ve got a problem, 
I don’t want to solve em, you don’t wanna solve em, they don’t wanna solve em
And that’s a fucking problem
I don’t want to solve em, you don’t wanna solve em, they don’t wanna solve em
That’s the fucking problem
I don’t want to solve em, you don’t wanna solve em, they don’t wanna solve em
This is a fucking problem

Well you can find me on the low, moseying slow, finger to the front lines,
Collar to the cold, shoes shuffling
Yeah you can find me at the hideout, kickin with the burnouts, hanging with the low-lifes, 
So that I can’t stand out, kind of

So be sure to let me know if you get it all figured out
And I’ll be sure to let you know if I ever get it figured
Until then, I’ll be on the low

On The Low

It's alright to get angry sometimes

Michael Castle: Songwriting, Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Production
Tim Jurasewicz: Drums
Artwork by Pretty Beggar

Lyrics:
One day, I’m ‘on be the rain, come in quick and leave my mark on everything 
Yeah one day, I’m ‘on be the rain, raise up a flood and wash away the lame
I’d be mother nature baby 
Ain’t nobody gonna stop me  

One day I’m ‘on be the sea, rise from the shore and swallow up everything 
One day I’m ‘on be the ocean, meet you at your front porch and carry you away 
You won’t hear me coming
I’m the ocean baby I don’t knock on any doors

Well you better look both ways before crossing me cos I’ll 
Fill your house with a cloud of cigarette smoke while you sleep and I’ll 
Hang you from the edge of a grand canyon by your fingernails

My sweat glows rainbow wet like the feathers of a peacock
Eyes so bloodshot from staring down the hands of the clock
And a heart beating every bit of anger through the white knuckles on my fist 

Swing low, sweet lariat
Wrap around my throat, what’s it like to get 
Love until I choke? Won’t you show me quick?

Oh how long til you break in two?
Never felt so strong, how about you?
My marrow is gone, only cement left inside my bones  

Rain

Written by Michael Castle and Tim Jurasewicz
Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Percussion: Michael Castle
Drums: Tim Jurasewicz
Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Brian Lanese
Engineered by Orlando Mestre
Graphic Design by Bigshot Robot
www.prettybeggar.com
@prettybeggar
(c) Pretty Beggar LLC, 2017

Lyrics: 
Sitting here in the evening basking in the TV glow
And the whip cream on top of my coffee is how nobody knows
Well I sat outside 
Til the moon hung high 
Now it's way past midnight but I got time 
Just give me the evening to can clear my mind 
I’m so tangled up I'll knot if I don't unwind

Yeah you see, lately I ain't been leaving no footprints
But nobody's outside asking me the size of my shoes
And I know that you freshen like peppermint
Yeah but tonight just might be better without you cos
All at once I got time 
Precious seconds to be whoever I incline 
Oh it's about time that I got mine
 
Got a little rum a little lemonade
Just enough to last til the end of the day 
Drink it slow curtains closed
Maybe I could string a few days in a row
Yeah baby that sounds so divine 
I’m so tangled up I'll knot if I don't unwind

Yeah you see, lately I ain't been leaving no footprints
But nobody's outside asking me the size of my shoes
And I know that you freshen like peppermint
Yeah but tonight just might be better without you cos
All at once I got time 
Precious seconds to be whoever I incline 
Oh it's about time that I got mine

See the thing about me
Is I can make friends with different sides of myself 
He's impressed by me I'm impressed by him
We theorize and drink wine in the kitchen 
And we talk to each other until I fall asleep 
Well today I’m the company I keep
Oh but I like him cos he's just like me

Ah yeah you see, lately I ain't been leaving no footprints
But nobody's outside asking me the size of my shoes
And I know that you freshen like peppermint
Yeah but tonight just might be better without you cos
All at once I got time 
Precious seconds to be whoever I incline 
Oh it's about time that I got mine

Curtains Closed

Michael Castle: Songwriting, Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Production
Tim Jurasewicz: Drums
Artwork by Pretty Beggar

Lyrics:
Today, I miss, East Side Johnny with the quick wit
He used to come around just to kick it and crack wise when we were feeling down

But the time won’t stop moving on
And it’s leaving all my people long gone
And here I am carrying on

And today, I miss, Downtown Sally with the big tits
She used to come around, gather all the boys, and then pull ‘em out

Today, I miss, Crazy Eyed Katie, never gave a shit
About, Who’d put her down, just confidently killing it in a mad crowd

But the time won’t stop moving on
And it’s leaving all my people long gone
And here I am carrying on

And today, I miss, Pretty Little Penny with the skinny wrists
Always, she’d get, fucked up and lose all of her bracelets

Yeah, and today, I miss, Southpaw Scotty with the heavy fists
He used to come around just to get us out of trouble when it went down

Bracelets

Oh the feel of an even keel

Michael Castle: Songwriting, Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Production
Tim Jurasewicz: Drums
Artwork by Pretty Beggar

Lyrics: 
 Here I am, ready-made, but overworked, and underpaid
Got a fire, and a stoke, but I can't burn these oars, I gotta row

Well it's better that you know me
Better than I know myself
Cause I'ma jump it in with both feet 
And tomorrow I'ma need your help

Yeah I'm jumpin in with both feet
Honey can you spot me 
A dollar for your ever-ready heartbeat
Shot from a cannon
Reckless and abandoned
Comin’, but I'm comin’ empty handed

One-way, dead end, same thing, if you spend
Everyday, westbound, aw some day you're gonna drown

(chorus)

Well bum me a cigarette
And I’ll roll you a joint
Take me to the arcade
And I’ll steal you a satchel full of coins

Give me your word
And I will write you a verse
Then you’ll pen me a symphony
And honey I will reimburse

Give me your love (dolla foa dolla)

Come and pick me up
And I’ll throw you in the air
You’ll pull me to the clouds
And we’ll divide the view in equal shares

Say my name
And I’ll put yours in a song
Then you’ll write us a romance
A thousand pages long

(chorus)

dolla Foa dolla

Michael Castle: Songwriting, Production, Vocals, Guitar, Bass
Tim Jurasewicz: Drums
Artwork by Big Shot Robot: http://www.bigshot-robot.com/

Lyrics:
Man, these shindigs in these prim digs are always a drag
All the cool kids and the cruel kids dress in drag
You and I so much alike both so out of place
All the boys are wearing cufflinks for fucks sake

Yeah, but, if there’s anything I know
Know it’s how
How to not give a damn, man I don’t give a damn

If there’s anything I know
Know it’s how
How to make good use of my pearly whites

So why don’t you come over here baby, 
Won’t you take center stage
Take all the time you need
To act up half your age

No reason to be shy
Turn up and act a fool
Ain’t nobody know better
How you’re supposed to do you

Ok so you showed up to this party but you don’t want anybody to know
With skin like Minnie Driver and a set of confident bones
Well you’ll never put your puzzle together if you don’t spread it around
Nothing magical ever happened while we were lookin down

If there’s anything I know
Know it’s how 
Get your weeds out of a tumble


If there’s anything I know
Know it’s how
Cut the cake and get to the good stuff

So why don’t you come over here baby, 
Won’t you take center stage
Take all the time you need
To act up half your age

No reason to be shy
Turn up and act a fool
Ain’t nobody know better
How you’re supposed to do you

So I says to her I says
Baby, midnight is approaching and I don’t have anybody here to dance with me
So why don’t you trade that dress in for a sweater 
Cause it looks like it’s withholding your motion
I’ll be waiting right here out in the open, so I says to her
Soma
All we’ll do is get a bit older
So come down and sit on my sofa we can keep it light

So why don’t you come over here baby, 
Won’t you take center stage
Take all the time you need
To act up half your age

No reason to be shy
Turn up and act a fool
Ain’t nobody know better
How you’re supposed to do you

Michael Castle

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