Come At Me

Stoop Kid

This Is The Best Part

I'm Right

Renaissance Man

Written and arranged by Paco Higdon
Produced by Paco Higdon and Josh Karpowicz
Mixed by Chuck Alkazian
Artwork by Aimée List (Alchemy Photographic)

MUSICIANS:
Paco Higdon- guitar, vocals, drums, beer bottles, belching, programming
Neal Warner- bass

LYRICS:
Three, one, two!

It's midnight on a Saturday
my night has just begun
I'm off to ye old public house
for some microbrewed liquid fun

Like an IPA, that's aromatic, 12% and a zillions IBU's
But judging by this draft list, I'll be stumbling home tonight with the Labatt blues

But wait...
What are the Labatt blues, you ask?
Well, let's fill you up and fill you in

So say you're quite the connoisseur of all the finest suds
You're at the local dive with all your fairest-weather buds
You yearn for hops and porters, belgians, bocks, and barleywines
But unless it ends in "light", this joint has nothing of the kind
They'll try to tell you High Life and Shock Top are top of the line craft brews
And if you ain't bud the weiser, you're the reason folks like me got the Labatt blues

Abandon hope, for thou hast entered the House of a thousand Coorses
Is this what Toby Keith's been feeding to his horses?
If life's too short to drink bad beer, I might as well be dead
I think they accidentally served me water instead
But looking on the bright side, I guess it saves a dollar or two

Barkeep, over here… see me, waving my white flag? Yeah… just uh… just get me a Blue Moon

Well I've never been mistreated
by my woman, or The Man
No I've never been mistreated
by my woman, or The Man
But I never thought I'd be betrayed
by the bottle, tap, or can


Labatt Blues

From the upcoming album, Sophomore Slump.

Written and arranged by Paco Higdon
Produced by Paco Higdon and Josh Karpowicz
Mixed by Chuck Alkazian
Artwork by Aimée List (Alchemy Photographic)

MUSICIANS:
Paco Higdon- guitar, vocals, bass, drums, keys, clown horn, slide whistle, whoopee cushion, programming

LYRICS:
I always kinda knew that I'd never fit in
With my polka-dot suit, and my big, red grin
An odd facade for a broken man
drinking rubber chicken soup for the soul by the can

I never seen a college ever giving degrees
for scaring all the kids at a Mickey D's
A hardened harlequin, pantomime waste of time
Slapstick sidekick, pound foolish, penny wise

And I got big shoes to fill
Got some really big shoes to fill
Yes I got big shoes to fill

So shoot my body from a cannon, honey
Kill the joke until you think it's funny
Clownin' around

Slap me silly for a modest paycheck
Nothing's better for a runaway than 
Clownin' around

We’re just clownin' around

Working to earn that rubber nose, I'm
no Juggalo, just a crusty old bozo, 
You know I don't play that, laughter is power
so lean a little closer and smell this flower

Am I crazy like Pogo, or a killer from outer space?
Well it sure beats a custard pie to the face
Come and laugh at the pagliacci
Si può, si può, signore, signori

Smokey’s always singing how he's so sad
But Smokey doesn't know sad
Smokey’s always singing how he hurts so bad
But Smokey don't know bad

So shoot my body from a cannon, honey
Kill the joke until you think it's funny
Clownin' around

Slap me silly for a modest paycheck
Nothing's better for a runaway than 
Clownin' around

Well, come on over to the tent, now won't you
have some fun at my expense and don't you
Dare ever frown

Twist balloons in the shape of my heart
and pop that sucker with a passionate fart
Clownin' around

Crashing the clown car, better take a head count
Crashed the clown car, gonna need a head count
Crashed the clown car, gotta take a head count
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve
thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty
twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six,
twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine,
thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four and more!


Clownin' Around

Written and arranged by Paco Higdon
Produced by Paco Higdon and Josh Karpowicz
Mixed by Chuck Alkazian
Artwork by Aimée List (Alchemy Photographic)

MUSICIANS:
Paco Higdon- guitar, vocals, drums, keys
Neal Warner- bass
Taylor Izak- fiddle

LYRICS:
Take a look in the mirror, assess what you see
Is the one looking back who you want them to be?
Possibly yes, probably no
Regardless, there's something I think you should know

We live in an era of body positivity
where thick's the new thin, and we struggle for natural beauty

But if I'm as perfect as all of those pop singers say
Why do my prospects keep running away?
They still call me ugly, they still think I’m fat
It's society's fault that they see it like that?

Though it's totally fine to be comfortable in your skin
It's probably time now that someone who cares filled you in

Some people just aren't going to like you
Some folks are illogical, biased, or rude
Some people hate brains, some people hate beauty
Some women drink whiskey, some men like it fruity
And most important of all
You'll probably never know what you did wrong

There are 7.2 billion fish in the sea
Some of them, opposites of you and me
They say one man's quirks are another man's flaws
It's useless to protest these natural laws

Yet you might believe there are some who're immune to this fate
Like all those celebrities nobody's able to hate?
 
Like Scarlett Johansson (she's got a plain face)
or Jennifer Lawrence (she lacks any grace)
Benedict Cumberbatch (looks like a lizard)
Emma Watson (she's not even really a wizard)
JT (that guy dresses like kind of a douche)
Tom Hanks (don't think we forgot Turner and Hooch)
What about Kate Upton (her chest is too ample)
Dave Grohl? Well, okay, bad example

My point is that taste can be fickle and hard to discern
And sometimes contrarians just want to watch the world burn

Some people just aren't going to like you
Some folks are illogical, biased, or rude
So don't bother asking, cuz they'll never say
Why there's prejudice tattooed to their DNA
And most important of all
You'll probably never know what you did wrong

In fairness to all of the good men and women I trashed in the previous verse
I've made up a list to remind all of you that you definitely could have it worse

Paco Higdon, that guy's got a bit of a gut
He wears baggy pants that don't flatter his butt
That mop on his head is both creepy and weird
And it's kind of pathetic he can't grow a beard
His shoes look straight out of Goodwill (they are)
His room might as well be a landfill 
He nibbles his nails, a most hideous vice and
His nose is the love child of Squidward and Streisand

But still he found a lady who just doesn't care
let's him dress like a hobo and grow out his hair
His blue eyes are pretty, he's got a nice smile
His humor and wit take him that extra mile

He's proof that it clearly takes more to being manly than having some scruff on your chest
His heart is so big that it makes up for all of his parts that are average at best

And I know that some people just aren't going to like me
Some jerks won't know skill if it bites their behinds
Snorting the line between fact and subjective
Whatever, we're all just a little defective
And most important of all
We'll all never know what is we did wrong
We'll all never know what is we did wrong


Some People Just Aren't Going To Like You

From the album Sophomore Slump.

Written and arranged by Paco Higdon
Produced by Paco Higdon and Josh Karpowicz
Mixed by Chuck Alkazian
Artwork by Aimée List (Alchemy Photographic)

MUSICIANS:
Paco Higdon- guitar, vocals, drums, keys, percussion
Neal Warner- bass
Keith Kaminski- saxophone

LYRICS: 
I see my muse just up and quit today
got sick of working behind the scenes
She bet so much money on my mind
my vision is tinted green

These just desserts have a funky after-taste, 
but at least it gives me something to eat
So put the pencil to the paper, 
and join forces with the anarchy
Believe you me

How I love to work for free

I need a job to get experience
and experience to get a job
Cease and desist with all your handouts
I've trained hard to be a lazy slob
Don’t be a snob

Cuz I love to work for free
(It's good exposure)
I’m a desperate devotee
(If I don’t take it, someone will)
A starving artist’s life for me
(Nobody’s fault but mine)
Boy howdy, I love to work for free

How I love to work for free
(It's good exposure)
I’m a desperate devotee
(If I don’t take it, someone will)
A starving artist’s life for me
(Nobody’s fault but mine)
Look at my bachelor’s degree!

Paco Higdon

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