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Humanzee - Shenandoah w/ Keys

Humanzee - Slow And Steady (Live @ Rubys)

The alarm clock is buzzing like a parrot in a pet store squawking.
Mama is cooking breakfast, eggs frying in a cast iron skillet.

Sunlight leaking through the blinds.
Pick apart the orange, throw away the rind.
Reading books to massage my mind.
Cops fight crime, mops fight grime.

Boys teasing girls to tears, girls teasing boys to fists.
Mesmerized by vixens, legs in every direction.

I never learned how to smile.
Wake up, wipe the crust from your eyes.
I can feel my cells divide.
In heaven, proper attire is required.

Cast Iron

So long pointless word problems.
Begone crowded shopping malls.

Drinking name brand water.
Wearing name brand clothes.
Eating name brand food.
Snorting name brand drugs.

People packing their plates at all-you-can-eat buffets.
Their eyes want more than their stomachs can take.

No longer holding elevator doors.
No more freezing cold winters.

Drinking name brand water.
Wearing name brand clothes.
Eating name brand food.
Snorting name brand drugs.

People packing their plates at all-you-can-eat buffets.
Their eyes want more than their stomachs can take.

Word Problems

Find yourself a grassy spot to sit on your hands for warmth.
We can trade the bright and shiny marbles rolling around inside our skulls.
Fine tune the balance between the chemicals in my brain.
Hold your horses, everything is fine, but the news will convince you otherwise.

Fields of grass drinking from sprinkler systems.
Shoes soaked through from the condensation.
Perfect circles made by hay balers.
Clouds of pollen give me hay fever.

Like a bored boy in a department store hiding in a rack of clothes.
Hammering nails into barn wood, transforming sticks into swords.
They say time is money, I say money is a waste of time.
Taking advice from bathroom stalls.
Postponing retirement with credit cards.

The old just want a little conversation.
Trinkets on shelves for memory retention.
Photo albums begging for adoration.
Stuck behind a funeral procession.

Hay Fever

I told you once before that I’m okay.
And maybe we’re better this way.
Because I don’t have the time or cash for you.
And there’s always something to do.

Like take my sorrows out for a walk.
But I can’t feel if I tried.
Those days are long gone, but I still look back.
Me, myself, and I had many talks.

I wanna go outside and kick the can and roll around.
But I just sleep the day away.
I wanna drive about and sing along to “Twist and Shout.”
I was born in the wrong decade.

And when it comes around my thoughts begin to slow me down.
What the fuck is MTV?
And I won’t let you in because later on you’ll just let me go.
You’ll turn my mind into soft putty.

Mind Putty

No sunlight on my horizon.
More people to the avoid.
I'm told everyone is in it for themselves.
No trouble, no profit, and no help.

Here, take my favors and get lost, get out of my sight.

Undissolved and unimpaired.
I'm uninvolved, I'm unaware.
I rushed the job, I spent the pay.
I might be wrong, I might be late.

Not rushing, not moving too slow.
Just floating and I know it's fine.
And I thought the future was so far away.
Tried to look around it, but it stayed.

Here, take my favors and get lost, get out of my sight.

Undissolved and unimpaired.
I'm uninvolved, I'm unaware.
I rushed the job, I spent the pay.
I might be wrong, I might be late.

No Rush

Why must everyone talk so loud?
I can't hear a thing above the sound of the crowd.

Pleasure extended.
Government warnings about cigarette smoking.
It's oh so dangerous for your health.

A cup of your strongest coffee would mean so much to me.
I could really use the caffeine.
Baby, that's all you need to excite me.

Throw the day away.
Who wants to live anyway?
Until payday, I have nothing to do and nothing to say.

Like a chocolate bar on a sidewalk, I feel like melting in the sun.
My only allergy is fun.
Could you please pass the butter?
We have enough guns.

Like a capless tube of superglue, the stench follows you.
The oxygen leaves the room.
Could you go find another nose to pollute?

Pleasure Extended

Start my days by yawning.
Start my nights by sinning.
Go open up the window.
Lick your finger, feel which way the wind blows.

Be all that you can be?
Well I don't think the military is for me.
Just sign on the dotted line.
Then write home to Mama, tell her everything is fine.

Sand my troubles down to bare wood.
I got dead friends way too good for this world.
I have the magic beans that you need.
Like a peach, the fruit melts right off of the seed.

Be all that you can be?
Well I don't think the military is for me.
Just sign on the dotted line.
Then write home to Mama, tell her everything is fine.

Be all that you can be?
Well I don't think the cemetery is for me.
Just sign on the dotted line.
Then write home to Mama, tell her everything is fine.

Magic Beans [WXJM Live]

If you need me, you can find me at the very bottom.
Because there ain’t no digging me out of this hole.
If there’s one thing that my shoes and I have in common.
It’s that both of us ain’t got no soul/sole.
I can’t hear you over the sound of my stomach grumbling.
Man, I need to put some food in my bowl.
I can’t stand the sight of all the fun these kids are having.
Damn, when did I become so old?

If you need to feel free.
Baby, put some miles underneath your feet.
Hit the road for weeks.
Live on the cheap.
Pack a bag for me.

Paint the town red if you’re feeling blue.
I have food in my fridge that is older than you.
I have nothing to prove.
That’s the cold hard truth.
This place is a zoo.

One of the eggs in this omelet is rotten.
The boy is yellow as a yolk.
Before you go throwing all your money in the fountain.
You should know that superstition’s a joke.
When I become a burden, thank God for euthanasia.
Don’t leave me in an old folk’s home.
When you talk so much that your throat starts hurting.
That’s God saying, “Shut the fuck up.”

If you need to feel free.
Baby, put some miles underneath your feet.
Hit the road for weeks.
Live on the cheap.
Pack a bag for me.

Paint the town red if you’re feeling blue.
I have food in my fridge that is older than you.
I have nothing to prove.
That’s the cold hard truth.
This place is a zoo.

Feel Free

The paparazzi waits anxiously.
For girls in tight dresses stepping out of limousines.
Have you heard of decency?
Is this the life you want to lead?

My whole life is a flash in the pan.
Do I have what it takes to be a man?
Well I have a suitcase and a plan.
And I look great when I have a tan.

I feel fine.
I’ll give life the old college try.
I can be such a baby sometimes.
But the sound of that Hammond organ makes me want to cry.

I rise up early with the sun.
But my eyelids weigh a ton.
After all is said and done.
Well I don't know if I can say I had fun.

The market here is deaf and blind.
You enter the race at the back of the line.
You put on your best suit and tie.
You work your whole life but don't earn a dime.

I feel fine.
I’ll give life the old college try.
I can be such a baby sometimes.
But the sound of that Hammond organ makes me want to cry.

My Eyelids Weigh a Ton

Say goodbye to everything you think you know.
We aren't professionals and I think it shows.
Stick your hand out the window, feel the air flow.
Going back in time ain't as easy as changing time zones.

“When did life become such a rat race?”
Said the traveling salesman living out of his briefcase.
I prefer to live at my own pace.
I can make myself disappear without a trace.

Guitar and Vocals - Matt Jarrels
Guitar - Chandler Dang
Drums - Jon Yoder
Bass - Vince Paixao
Background Vocals - Peter Mulcahy, Jr.
Recorded and mastered by Peter Mulcahy, Jr.
Album Artwork by Congo the Chimpanzee

Humanzee - Time Zones

Why must everyone talk so loud?
I can't hear a thing above the sound of the crowd.

Pleasure extended.
Government warnings about cigarette smoking.
It's oh so dangerous for your health.

A cup of your strongest coffee would mean so much to me.
I could really use the caffeine.
Baby, that's all you need to excite me.

Why don't you throw the day away?
Who wants to live anyway?
Until payday, I have nothing to do and nothing to say.

Like a chocolate bar on a sidewalk, I feel like melting in the sun.
My only allergy is fun.
Could you please pass the butter?
We have enough guns.

Like a capless tube of superglue, the stench follows you.
The oxygen leaves the room.
Could you go find another nose to pollute?

Guitar and Vocals - Matt Jarrels
Guitar - Chandler Dang
Drums - Jon Yoder
Bass - Vince Paixao
Background Vocals - Peter Mulcahy, Jr.
Recorded and mastered by Peter Mulcahy, Jr.
Album Artwork by Congo the Chimpanzee

Humanzee - Pleasure Extended

Recorded at Hotel Appalachia and at North American Audio in Harrisonburg, Virginia.

Songs recorded at Hotel Appalachia and engineered by Eric Shy and Michael Stover:
-Please Be Kind, Rewind
-Over Blue Ridge Mountains I Roam
-What A Peach Life Can Sometimes Be
-I Once Was Square But Now I'm Round
-Fogged Up
-What Was Yours Now Is Mine

Songs recorded at North American Audio and engineered by Peter Mulcahy:
-Water Myself Down
-Time Zones
-Pleasure Extended

Matt Jarrels - Vocals, Guitar
Chandler Dang - Guitar
Jon Yoder - Drums
Will Light - Bass, Cello

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