Married Alive

by King Friday

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released 06 September 2009

Recorded and mixed by Bill Blackstone in the loft at Beachsound, Inc. in Miami from September '08 to April '09. Tracks 2-6, 8 and 10 co-written by Pablo Gomez. Tracks 9, 11 and 12 co-written by Brian Flynt. Track 7 written by Russell Mofsky. Track 13 written by Rob McGregor and his band Grain. Cover phot by Kirk Hallinan. Physically released on Fast Crowd Records (www.fastcrowdrecords.com)

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Track Name: Married Alive
I been walking on egg shells. I been keeping my real thoughts to myself. I been walking a fine line and I know it’s all my fault. I been trying real hard to pull my head out of my ass. I know I’m in the doghouse, but last night was a blast. I’ve heard it before and I’ll hear it again. I’ve been married alive. I been making some new plans to do it all over again. I been planning a weekend to do some fishing with my friends. I’ll be trying real hard to keep my head out of my ass. I know I’m in the doghouse, but it's sure going to be a blast. I’ve heard it before and I’ll hear it again. I’ve been married alive. I’ve heard it before. We’ve all heard it before and I’m sure I’ll all hear it again. I’m married alive.
Track Name: North Carolina
You say that you want the truth, but that’s not what you have in mind. Seems like you know what to do. Yeah, I mean what I am saying. I guess to you this is just a game and as long as you treat it like that, a trick is all that I will ever be. Oh, I mean what I am saying. Sweet, sweet now Caroline, you should have tried. Sweet, sweet now Caroline like I inside. Why do I respect you cause all I had I done gone and lost. Every time it gets thrown away. Oh, I mean what I am saying. I guess to you this is just a game and as long as you treat it like that, a trick is all that I will ever be. Oh, I mean what I am saying. Sweet, sweet now Caroline you should have tried. Sweet, sweet now Caroline, like I inside. North Carolina.
Track Name: H.R.S.
There’s a hundred thousand people at my finger tips, and all their little stories, they’re fucking with my head. Cause it feels good when I cry. I think I love to pitch a bitch. Well they pay me for my time so I’ll stay and deal with a hundred thousand people screaming in my shed. They’re bleeding and they’re gory, they’re shitting in my bed. Cause it feels good when I lie. I think I love to hit and miss. Can you save me from what’s mine? Can you stay with me and a hundred thousand people getting in my bed.
Track Name: Favorite Color
You, my friend, were always true and I don’t ever want your insides to turn black and blue again. So I hope that you do not go through what I had to but in a way I really do. Because in truth it was something better, It was something better than the color blue, my friend. And blue was always your favorite color. But I’m feeling good and you’re not around. I’m feeling good and you’re not around. But I’m feeling good and you’re not around. You wrote that on 6/22. I guess 1986 was a good year for me and for you. I think it was all that we went through and I’ve got to say that I could have never made it without you, my friend. Because in truth it was something better, it was something better than the color blue, my friend. And blue was always your favorite color. But I’m feeling good and you’re not around. I’m feeling good and you’re not around. But I’m feeling good and you’re not around. You wrote that on 6/22. I guess 1986 was a good year.
Track Name: Canadian Money
Be done by as you did, but just deal with it and don’t pitch your bitch now. But don’t send me none of it, 'cause it ain’t worth shit. It ain’t worth shit now. Canadian money. Well I hope that you don’t mind if I get rid of mine. I’m gonna get rid of mine now. Pass it off for a nickel or a dime. Passed off for a dime. Pass it off for a dime now. Canadian money.
Track Name: Haldol
My grandma and her cigarettes got off strong and had her six and one of which had her eight. Well, one of hers was only twelve when a bastard held her down. He holds her down to this very day. I cannot read what you have wrote for the malt liquor in my throat. It's something about a family friend. And if all that I talk is all kinds of shit, it's cause I can not handle it. I guess some scars never mend. How could my dad be such a hole, in the next room smoking bowls when his girl cried out for help. Now all he talks is all kinds of shit, cause you know he can’t handle it. I guess some scars never mend. I cannot read what you have wrote for the malt liquor in my throat, it's something about a family friend. And if all that I talk is all kinds of shit, it's because I can not handle it. I guess some scars never mend. Should I wait till you call my number? How long will I have to wait 'til the neuroleptics clean my slate?
Track Name: Mexico
I didn’t know. You never told me so. You didn’t show. I went to Mexico. You could have called, I would be home. It's not that small. I would have known. I think you lie most of the time. Your story has no reason, no rhyme. I think you lie most of the time. It must be cold this time of year. Buried under layers, you could be here. I didn’t know. No, you never told me so. When you didn’t show I went to Mexico. I think you lie most of the time. Your story has no reason, no rhyme. I think you lie most of the time.
Track Name: Carrot On A Stick
With sleep still in the corner of my eye and my mouth chock full of repetitive "goodbyes" and "take cares", "so longs" and "I’ll miss you's". Left with my hands full of "what do I dos"? I stood my ground but it washed away. I’ll call, I’ll write every god damned day OK? When will I realize that I turned you into my new carrot on a stick. I guess I love it when I feel like shit. So, why do I act like this for? It’s all I seem to know anymore. What to do? What not to do? What’s in my mouth I can’t begin to chew. Cause I can’t jockey for your time. That choice is yours to make, my love, it ain’t fucking mine. But I could never leave you. No I will never leave you. No I will never, ever.
Track Name: I Wish I Was In Radon
Swept off my feet on Franklin Street. I should have lied, I should have said, “I’m Dave. Hi, how are you? Bow down to me.” But I can’t cause I ain’t in Radon. I wish I was in Radon. She put out tunes on Matador. This lovely girl was no one’s whore. She played the bass for Superchunk. She asked me once if I was in Radon. I wish I was in Radon. I liked the bob up on her head. It looked brown, highlighted red. I liked the base caked on her face. She asked me once if I was in Radon. I wish I was in Radon.
Track Name: Old Milwaukee
No money night out, but I got some change. Old Milwaukee is always in my range. And if you’re sober, I guess we’re fucking lame. We’ll apologize tomorrow, but, we’re getting loaded today. Four pack of tall boys, buck ninety-nine. Old Milwaukee is always on my mind. You give cold shoulder, so pissed we’re fucking blind. We’ll apologize tomorrow, but, we’re getting loaded today on Old Milwaukee.
Track Name: Dime A Dozen
Are you sick? Are you sullen over the girl who owes you nothing? Are you a sadder and a wiser man now because of the girl who never cared about you anyhow? Hello friend, this is me. You need to shake that girl like your penis after you pee. You say she's so refined, but I can't see it, she's got no behind. She's a dime-a-dozen, that girl, well she, she's a dime-a-dozen. I swear it she ain't worth nothing so grab a beer and quit your sulking. Well I'm not sure if you want to hear want I've got to say, but I am sure that I saw her kick the shit out of you yesterday. Dime-a-dozen, that girl, well she, she's a dime-a-dozen. I tell you she ain't worth nothing so grab a beer and quit your sulking. A beard is better than her.
Track Name: Don and Valerie
Tonight my brain’s in my rear end cause I’ve lost track off where I am. I know now enough is too much, still I wonder if I’ve had enough. Cause I, I’ve been hanging out with Don and Valerie. I’ve lost touch again and I’ve lost track of where I been. And I, I can’t even see two feet in front of me. I’ve lost touch again with a warm quart of OE in my hand. I think the doorman’s at his end over the stamp Richie drew on my hand. Stuck outside in the rain with Jim and Radon’s on the bill again. And I, I’ve been hanging out with Don and Valerie. I’ve lost touch again and I might need your help, my friend. And I, I can’t even see two feet in front of me. I’ve lost touch again with a warm quart of OE in my hand. A warm quart of OE, Don and Valerie. Drink. Smoke. A warm quart of OE, Don and Valerie.
Track Name: Perfect World
In a perfect world you can’t say anything. You can’t even say that's my name. In a perfect world you can’t have everything. You can’t do anything you want. In a perfect world it’s happy birthday. In a perfect world I’m happy birthday. My camera’s on. In a perfect world we’d be survivors and I’d vote you off. In a perfect world I’d have the hate for you and all the sluts you call your friends. I will never make amends. In a perfect world, it's happy birthday. In a perfect world you can’t say anything. You can’t be anything that you desire. Ask me for what I require. A wonderful existence in your eyes. I think that I despise all of your foolish lies. I’m trying hard. In a perfect world.