Acoustics

1. Guns & Ammo

You’ve got the files on me
little girl
I’ve got your number
I’m calling it in

Skip to the end:
exhausted bodies in bed,
falling asleep with the lights on

Skip the you don’t understand
skip the you’re such a petty man
skip the girl you never listen,
you never listen

You’ve got the files on me
little girl
I’ve got your number
I’m calling it in

back to the start
you called a planet a star
or something else of consequence

I can lose my wits so easy
and you’re circling around
baby won’t you bring me down

we go round and round and round and round

You got the files on me
don’t you
I can’t say that you are wrong

2. We Are Not a Football Team

She was sitting on a swing
and dangling her feet
like the leaves of a tree,
I think I heard her singing.

We’re still out at 10 in the evening.

I knew her in the way that
I knew not to speak.
Quietly took a seat
and thought I’d stay for a week.

3. Burying Luck

In the nightmare desert
stood a building.
Outside someone
was digging a hole in the ground.
They were burying my luck.

What have you done?

The man in the hole
has smoked up all my income.
My better days
his for the take
and I watched it all,
him putting pins into a doll.

What have you done?

This dream blinks into night

The man in the hole
has carried away the moonlight
cupped in his hands,
a dime on the water
he’s a patient man
as his careful stepping shows.

Will he take her love?
Will his hands know what mine did?
Will your body like the fit?
Will he take her love?

What have you done?

4. Knights

I owe you,
don’t I?
A little light today,
But tomorrow, oh tomorrow…

I owe you,
don’t I?
I know ain’t the money girl,
there never was money.

This usury’s so typical:
A piece of you for a piece of me.
It’s hard coded.
A piece of you for a piece of me.

And it’s alright.
Let’s call it good.
A little more…
Let’s make this even.

Is it really a sin
if we both come out even?

“Acoustics”
Tigre Blanco TB-001
Suicide Squeeze S-080LP
CD / LP / iTunes / Stream
Released October 7, 2008
Running Time: 27 Minutes

Produced by Minus the Bear and Matt Bayles

Recorded and Mixed by Matt Bayles at Red Room
Additional Recording by Jake Snider and Alex Rose
Mastered by Chris Common at Red Room

Photo by Erin Tate
Linocut by Cory Murchy
Design by David Knudson

5. Pachuca Sunrise

Midnight on a beach on the Mediterranean
and I miss you,
even here taking it all in.
The sand, silvered, carries the moon
on it’s shoulders.
Is it possible to put this night to tune
and move it to you?

Don’t cry, I’ll bring this home to you
if I can make this night light enough to move.

Cargo ships move by
tracing on the horizon line.
There’s a luster from the city lights
on the waves that kiss our feet
and we’re thinking of going in,
the time’s getting thin.

This is a city for not sleeping
and the clocks are set by feel.
At this moment from where I sit,
none of it seems real.

6. Throwin’ Shapes

Maybe come with me to the coast
and watch the way the rain comes down.
Out of the shadow she’s more passionate,
we’ll watch her roll in from the south.

She’ll wrap her sheets ’round us
Forget the sun

Moving from sea to land dancing,
swinging with the boats out there.
She steps on toes if she wants to,
no one’s saying no, she wouldn’t care .

She’ll wrap her sheets ’round us
Forget the sun
She’ll wrap her sheets ’round us
She leads this one

Would you go in?
She’d have soaked us wet.
Her fingers touching bare skin,
it makes you miss him.

7. Ice Monster

You’ve come to this,
and you were once a lion.
You’ve come to this
ringing din here.
You’ve come to this,
you were a lion.
You’ve come to this,
sigh alone now.
You walked on some tall new tale,
and it’s come to this:
You walked on it tall,
but we all know
you’ve come home to fall.

She’s gone, she’s gone ‘cross the border man,
and you’re never gonna see her again.
I could give fuck all what you do to me,
your party’s over, it’s done, the end.

Take a step back and turn yourself around.
The check has been cashed,
there’s no stopping it now.
You’re safe if I’m safe,
and if she’s safe we’re all good.
The sooner we’re past this
we’ll all stop our knocking on wood.
Knock on wood.

It’s come to this,
and we all know
that you’ve come home
to fall.

She’s gone ‘cross the border man
and you’re never gonna see her again.
I could give fuck all what you do to me,
just leave her out of this.