So what’s your game?
Doesn’t matter what you’re playing
They’re all the same
Where I come from, that’s the problem
So who’s to blame
Doesn’t matter who you’re blaming
So what’s your name
Doesn’t matter what you’re name is
No, so know your role
 
And I’ve come back to the place where I come from
Finally back to the days when I won some
I’ve gone back to the ways that I’d undone
No way out
 
So what’s your name
Doesn’t matter what you’re name is
They’re all the same
Where I come from that’s the problem
So who’s in pain?
Call the doctor, call the doctor
So who’s insane?
Call the doctor, call the doctor
Now, we don’t know how

And I’ve come back to the place where I come from
Finally back to the days when I won some
I’ve gone back to the ways that I’d undone
No way out

No Way Out

I'm in trouble. I need some support.
I mean come on, in a bubble don't you know.
Longest winter I have ever known.
I mean come on, winter's gotta go.

Just another thing to try, to keep this dog alive.
Just another way to go, to keep this ship afloat.

Bubble

Hey Drew Barrymore, don't call the cops on me.
Gone just an inch too far, walking down your street.
Oh, what you said in court we both know you didn't mean.
Hey Drew Barrymore, don't call the cops on me.

I'm a quarter mile away on the corner of your block.
Now and then I wonder, if your front door's unlocked…

Hey George Harrison, I'm walking down your street.
Been forever since you wrote something for me.
No, it'll never end no matter how I plead.
Hey George Harrison, don't call the cops on me.

I'm a quarter mile away on the corner of your block.
Now and then I wonder if your front door's unlocked.

Hey there celebrities, stop prosecuting me.
Just want to be your friend that much you must see.
No, it'll never end no matter how I plead.
Hey celebrities, stop prosecuting me.

Stalker

Looked around, took a walk with Mr. Henderson
didn't seem to be as calm as I remember him
sat around drank it down and made the best of it
heard the sound and hit the ground and saw the rest of it.

Good luck and god speed
Mr. Henderson, that's all you really need
Good looking family
Mr. Henderson, you're on a winning streak

Took a drive made my way into East Harrisburg
Tell you what it wasn't half as bad as I had heard
Saw enough turned the cup into a canister
Shook it up and had enough to hit the banister

Goodbye and farewell
Mr. Henderson it's too early to tell
Burn the candle at both ends
Mr. Henderson you're doing it again

Turned around so we all face the washing machine
Tell you what she's in the worst condition I have seen
Saw the words on the cover of the magazine
Saw the scene from the backseat of a limousine 

Good to see you and god damn
Ms. Henderson what's gotten into you
Oh nothing, she smiled at me
When you live like this what else is there to do?

Hendersen

Listen to me, listen up
I know you don’t have time for much
I’m out of pocket, out of touch
And out of time and out of luck,
Oh yeah
 
Oh no oh no I don’t know
If it’s not my problem it’s pretty close
But it’s your party I’m your host
Though we just got started it’s time to go
Oh yeah
 
We’re running out of time
Judging by the sun, low setting in the sky
Judging by the hole, don’t have to ask me twice
Judging by the sun
 
In the fairway, in the rough
It doesn’t seem to matter much
Your knee don’t feel good enough
And some might say you’ve lost your touch
Oh yeah, not yet

Judging By The Sun

Filament, Filament, Filament

Home, I'm sitting all alone
I'm waiting by the phone waiting for your call
I'm down I'll sit here on the ground
I'm waiting for that sound that I know won't come

I'm here, baby I'm sincere
How was that not clear to you all along
I need baby some relief
Anyone can see that I ain't that strong

Home, well baby you're still gone
Knew it all along but I ain't so sure
I think baby I'm on the brink
Gonna have a drink but that ain't no cure

I'm here baby I'm sincere
How was that not clear to you all along
I need baby some relief
Anyone can see that I ain't that strong

I'm willing and I'm able
Gone sit here at this table
I'm silly and I'm stable
And oh so tired

All them dreams they can break your heart
All them dreams taken from the start


Willing and Able

Yes you know the money's good and you're still alive
You're living out your suitcase on the sixty-five
Passing out by East Lake middle of your drive
Don't wake up it's too late right before your eyes

Bring back old lefty Joe
Always rounding third and heading straight for home
Bring back classic radio
Back it back so all the people now can know

It's lonely on the interstate Lord shine me a light
And promise me a new day to get me through the night
And deliver me a different way so I can bear to fight
I feel that I'm in decay I feel that I might die

Bring back 1975
Bring it back to when I still felt alive
In the day man things were good
If I could bring it back lord knows I would

Where you at and what you haul brother, more than I can hold
I've run into a big wall, guess I'm getting old
I'm slowing down to a crawl, think I'm gonna fold
And this will be my last call, if I may be so bold

Bring it Back

What is wrong with this radio
Signal’s gone, tell me where’d it go
Had it on to my favorite show
What is wrong with this radio

All alone on the patio
Gather round on the stereo
Let her down, let her come and go
Turn it loud on the radio

Well I feel as though I've lost control with it
And you never know when time will take its toll on it
So I've given up, it’s getting old
And it doesn't seem to be working anymore

In a while it be getting cold
Start a fire and you never know
Check the line, honey light the coals
When’d we all get so responsible?

All alone on the patio
Gather round on the stereo
Let her down, let her come and go
Turn it loud on the radio

Radio

Out of Itself

"Now the gloves are off and it's just because of a different point of view," sings Ewing Theory vocalist/guitarist Joe Redmond, and it's a statement that can be applied to not only his approach, but to the band's as a whole. On their 2011 full-length A Casual Theft, the group boasted hyper-kinetic solos and dynamic range over a thick, grunge-era backdrop but without the expected machismo.
 
On this year's new Tarantula, Redmond's unique croak is still reminiscent of a marriage between Mudhoney's Mark Arm and J. Mascis of Dinosaur Jr., and there's a rather brilliant air of humility attached to these propulsive tracks. Opening thriller "Nadine" teases the listener with some twinkling guitars before giving way to brisk crashes and an attention-grabbing chorus, while the sunny "Let Me Go" coasts on its breezy verses, making for perfect driving music on a warm afternoon.

Despite what Tarantula may have done to ease up on A Casual Theft's aggression, it's also done wonders for the variety that's abound here. Amongst light blues flourishes ("Willing and Able"), angelic ballads ("Feet") and rustic instrumentals (the sweet two-minute "It Launch'd Forth"), it's clear that The Ewing Theory have opened the door to a wider range of influences, and that approach has helped their already-strong songwriting and cathartic performances immensely.