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Four o'clock in the morning
And I can't go to sleep
So much cocaine in my brain
I know the price is pretty steep
And I've long since come down
But I'm still up like a wire
I’m talkin' like Tom Snyder on a bad night
I could be a liar
Got some gin in the kitchen
Some tonic in the frig
We could mix ourselves one more
Take off a little of the edge
And I've long since come down
But I'm still up like a wire
I’m talkin' like Tom Snyder on a bad night
I could be a liar
The birds are awake in the trees outside
Makin’ a whole lot of noise
MTV pulses on endlessly
In the living room
And I've long since come down
But I'm still up like a wire
I’m talkin' like Tom Snyder on a bad night
I could be a liar
Mike Starling: vocals, guitar, bass
Bob Mueller: drums
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2. |
Fifty-Cent Millionaire
01:54
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Used to have lots of money
Now I ain't got a dime
Ain't got much to show for my sins
But at least I had a good time
I don't care
I'm a fifty-cent millionaire
Four bits, baby
That's half a buck
My pockets are clean
My future looks lean
I don't care
I'm a fifty-cent millionaire
Been livin' a life way over my head
Got a string of debts three feet long
Gotta spend, spend, spend whenever you can
Cuz you can't spend it after you're gone
Give me a pistol
Give me a gun
Kill my broker
And away I run
I don't care
I'm a fifty-cent millionaire
Mike Starling: vocals, guitar, bass
Bob Mueller: drums, vocals
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Winter's so long here it'll drive ya crazy
Don't see no sun and you're sinkin' low
Put in my notice and my bags are ready
Got my passport and I'm ready to go
I'm tired of singin' the blues
Puttin' up with shit I don't wanna know
I’m runnin' in circles and I'm runnin' tired
Got my passport and I'm ready to go
These four walls are lockin’ me in
Achin’ to get out on the road
My tolerance is wearin’ thin
Got my passport and I'm ready to go
Discontent spreads like a cancer
Wanna break out of this mold
Gettnin' away is the only answer
Got my passport and I'm ready to go
Mike Starling: vocals, guitar, bass, organ
Bob Mueller: drums, backing vocals
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4. |
All Right
02:08
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Yeah the girl in the backseat
She look awful sweet
I heard my friend say
The world on the street
The beat hop the beat beat
Move like a stick stingray
Think of catchin' the rays
Wastin' your days
All right
Right
Think of seein' the world
With a grr-grr-grr-girl
All right
All right
Out on my bike 700 CCs
And a Windjammer
Catchin' the breeze
And the ladies say hey
Need a play-place to stay
Live-live-livin' ease
Checkin’ the mail
Settin' sail settin' sail
Feel like 90 degrees
Wind in my face
Set-set-settin' pace
Play-play life is a breeze
Think of catchin' the rays
Wastin' your days
All right
Right
Think of seein' the world
With a grr-grr-grr-girl
All right
All right
Mike Starling: vocals, guitar, bass
Bob Mueller: drums
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5. |
You Know I Miss You
03:10
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Miles and miles of highway
A long unfriendly road
Separate us baby
When it's you I wanna hold
I don't like this feeling
Or how it turned out this way
But I know it's all my doing
That we're apart today
You know I miss you when you're gone
I’m not sure how to get along
Yeah I miss you when you're gone
Wish you were here to sing along
The drummer's in the corner
He's playin' all night long
You know he's got the beat
But he can't hear the songs
And all the dancers dancin'
Bartenders pourin' beer
I look all through the place
But you're just not here
You know I miss you when you're gone
I don't wanna end this song
Babe I miss you when you're gone
Wish you were here to sing along
Mike Starling: vocals, guitar, bass
Bob Mueller: drums
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Every weekend another friend of mine gets married
Every Sa’rday another one bites the dust
They all say, “When are you gonna get married?
When are you gonna become one of us?”
Catchin’ the garter in my teeth
The life of a bachelor just can’t be beat
Go to weddings stag, all my friends bite the bag
The life of a bachelor’s so neat
Yeah I’m catchin’ the garter in my teeth
Catchin’ the garter in my teeth
The life of a bachelor just can’t be beat
Go to weddings stag, all my friends bite the bag
The life of a bachelor’s complete
And I’m catchin’ the garter in my teeth
Mike Starling: vocals, guitar, bass
Bob Mueller: drums, backing vocals
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7. |
My Little Red Caboose
03:47
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A Wisconsin college boy's answer to "Little Red Corvette"...with apologies to Mr. Nelson...
Mike Starling: vocals, guitar, bass
Bob Mueller: drums, backing vocals
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Way WAY before AI (and the internet, for that matter) was a thing, we were already speculating about a computerized love connection. The downtime blues indeed...
My baby's a microchip
On an IBM mainframe
I see her on downtime
Interface so fine
My baby's a microchip
I got her access code
Punch it up on downtime
Interface so fine
Downtime blues, that’s the news
Downtime blues, this does not compute
My baby's so fast
I’m done in nanoseconds
End run, escape
Game of Pacman to unwind
My baby's a microchip
You know she's pretty hip
My baby's erotic
My baby's electronic
Downtime blues, that’s the news
Downtime blues, this does not compute
Downtime blues, so what’s new
Downtime blues, this does not compute
Mike Starling: vocals, guitar, bass
Bob Mueller: drums, backing vocals
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9. |
Watchin' TV
03:06
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Nymphomaniac from California
Got her upward curve
She may just be an actress
Recitin' those words
Just hangin' out
Just hangin' out
Watchin' TV
Horse thief on the People's Court
Judge saw right through her
Doug Llewelyn needs a new hairstyle
On that we all agree
Just hangin' out
Just hangin' out
Watchin' TV
Space shuttle exploded
Captain Kirk reloaded
Hill Street Blues and then the news
It's all the same to me
Just hangin' out
Just hangin' out
Watchin' TV
Mike Starling: vocals, guitar, bass, marimba
Bob Mueller: drums, backing vocals
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10. |
Defective Detective
00:40
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(instrumental) Mike Starling: bass
Bob Mueller: drums
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11. |
Translate
01:53
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What are you tryin' to tell me?
What are you tryin' to say?
Where the hell are you coming from?
Somehow I can't relate
Translate
Ya got a phrasebook or something?
Maybe it would help, I don't know
Thought we spoke the same language
Thought we had the same goals
Translate
Garbage in garbage out
So all the hackers tell me
But I ain't gettin' no message at all
You're gonna have to spell it out for me
Translate
Yeah!
Mike Starling: vocals, guitar, bass
Bob Mueller: drums, backing vocals
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12. |
We're So Good
03:29
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Why is the world filled with such ugly people?
Why can't they be more like me?
Why is the world filled with such ugly people?
It is baby, look and see
Why is the world filled with such stupid people?
Why can't they be more like you?
Why is the world filled with such stupid people?
Look around, you’ll see that it’s true
We're so good, and they're so bad
We're the best thing the human race ever had
So send up a cheer, and do it again
Be happy that we're not like them
Why is the world filled with such lazy people?
Why can't they be more like us?
Why is the world filled with such lazy people?
We’re the only ones you know you can trust
We're so good, and they're so bad
We're the best thing the human race ever had
So send up a cheer, and do it again
Be happy that we're not like them
Mike Starling: vocals, guitar, bass
Bob Mueller: drums, backing vocals
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13. |
Big Boy Waitress
02:55
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An ode to our favorite '80s Oshkosh breakfast joint...may it RIP...
Mike Starling: vocals, guitar, bass, Casio
Bob Mueller: drums, percussion, backing vocals
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14. |
Don't Tell Me
03:10
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Sea tales, hate mail that you send
Details of the the life we led
Facts that straight could be misread
What was meant wasn’t what was said
Don’t tell me where to go
Cuz I don’t wanna know
Life of leisure, life of ease
Pain and sufferin’, sin and greed
Lines, your face, your mirrors, your bed
Did you mean it when you said
Don’t tell me where you go
Cuz I don’t wanna know
Things I hide and you find out
Vow and scream and cry and shout
Curiosity kills more than cats
Can’t you try to accept that?
Don’t tell me where you go
Cuz I don’t wanna know
Mike Starling: vocals, guitar, bass
Bob Mueller: drums
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15. |
Lake Fly Massacre
03:08
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(instrumental) Mike Starling: guitar, bass
Bob Mueller: drums
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