TOO MANY BOOKS

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13 songs about books, birds, getting bitten, and agriculture from Adam Zucker, David Goodrich, Kris Delmhorst, and Jason Smith.

UPCOMING SHOWS:

July 14rd, 8:30 PM: 13th Floor Music Hall, Florence MA.

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released July 1, 2013

Recorded and mixed by Justin Pizzoferrato at Sonelab, Easthampton MA.
Mastered by Carl Saff.
Artwork by Mike Houston.

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Track Name: 77,777,777
I said, "Pick a number, baby."
You know? She picked one.
I said, "Stick it to me, baby."
Oh, you know? She really sticked one.
It's all addition by subtraction, division by subtraction.
It's the kind of interaction that's all about subtraction.
7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7
It's geometry equations for trigonometry problems;
It's solutions for the problems that really are not problems;
It's always mathematics, mathematics, mathematics
I said, "Pick a number, baby."
Oh, you know? She really picked one!
7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7

Figure it out.
Track Name: Tri-County Fair
First was not the worst.
Putting pictures on the ground
Of your lost suburban town.
Next, another text
For the writer in your mind
His anthology of crime.

It's some hard charges to bear
When you're doing time at the Tri-County Fair
You watch the wheels go by in that
Demolition Stew (yes, that's the line)
And all those bottle rockets
Pointing back at you.
Kicking dirt up past the tents:
You're the malcontents.

Third, was not a word
You ever thought applied to you.
Now you're thinking it might do.
So, fourth: Rise up! Go Forth!
There's a failure of your pride.
Waterslide.

It's some hard charges to bear
When you're doing time at the Tri-County Fair
You watch the wheels go by in that
Demolition Stew;
And all that cotton candy
Sticking close to you.
Kicking dirt up past the tents:
You're the malcontents.
Track Name: High Five for Scorpio
I walked into this little place out on Buffalo Street
This guy says, "No way you're a Scorpio."
I said, "What the fuck do the stars know" (twice).
He laughed at me.

He told me, "My name's Kevin,
And I'm kind of a legend in this bar;
I've got astrology trapped in the trunk of my car."
What the fuck do the stars know
When Kevin's laying the sky low.

High Five for Scorpio!
High Five for getting low!
You know that Kevin's the king of this whole fucking bar
Until he starts letting it go.
High Five for Scorpio.

Well Kevin used to be the kind of prick
Who got followed around in stores.
No one's really following him around any more.
Calm, cool, and collected,
You know he can't get suspected

So he's appointed himself the regional minister
For the culture of kisses, all those hits and misses.
You would remember that left hook
You would remember that sex look
That insurrection was text-book.

High Five for Scorpio!

So Kevin turns his back to the bar
He's got a glass in his hand
He raises a cynical toast to my band

You know that the stars know.
What the fuck do the stars know.
Track Name: Too Many Books
There are too many books in the world
So let's build another house out of them

There are too many letters in this word
So let's invent a punctuation mark for them

But when the birds come out a sing their pretty songs
We lack the words, we lack the words to sing along
We close our eyes, we make our consequential sounds
And we say:

There are too many books in the world!
So let's build another house out of ours.
Track Name: Summer's Last Gasp
The flowering trees made flowers: the bees were delighted.
The sun shining down through the leaves for the dull and excited.
The first time we kissed was both near- and far-sighted,
But the heat of our hot daytime love always felt so benighted.

So we're plucking the haw from the hawthorne, the blue from the berry
Destroying the last of the things that made you feel merry
While the stones all come crumbling down from the last monastery

It's the weight of the sand when she calls you "her man"
It's the hand in your hand
It's the look in her eye when you're telling her why
It's the last of the summer's last gasp.

AGRICULTURE IS SO FUCKING OVER-RATED
It's too hard to get laid when you're locally dirt dedicated.
The owls the owls
Inventing their vowels
We throw down our trowels
And pick up their yowls
Our double-nocturnal endeavors will never be sated

It's your pants in the dirt when she takes of her shirt
It's the hand in your hand
It's the look in her eye when she tells you "bye bye"
It's the last of the summer's last gasp.
Track Name: Take a Look in the Mirror
Take a look in the mirror
There's another girl staring you down
And while you try to get near her
She's living in another town
Your world running backwards
The sun is shining down
And all of your cross words
Are like a rainbow upside down

Take a look in the mirror
There's another boy wearing my clothes
Though you try to get nearer
He's always got somewhere to go
You ask for an update
Trembling like some kind of child
He just raises his eyebrow
And gives you that signature smile

Take a look in the mirror
I'll give you a chance to reflect
There's nothing fear here
It's only just us to inspect
Just a boy with his eyebrows
A girl with nothing to do
Turn it around now
My love, in the mirror, it's you.
Track Name: 12-Second Growl
I said, "I get paid by the hour."
She hit me with one of those 12-second growls
And somewhere about halfway through it
I started missing you.

There's a bear inside her won't stop talking
Won't stop shaking, won't stop rocking
And only now
Am I even able to listen to you

Well, the map it looks like varicose veins
The smudges on a windowpane
I can't tell if it's dirt
Or my direction

So I pick a road and then fall off it
Pick this girl this broken rocket
Caught up in my
Private insurrection

On holiday road.

Speak in Spanish, baby, speak in Italian
Whatever you do just call me your stallion
I want to be
The animal inside you

Call me back: I miss the stable
I want to see my kitchen table
I want to see the elements
Collide for you

On holiday road.

Halfway through that 12-second growl
Building up into a howl
I'm waiting through her
Everlasting shiver

So I'll trace the arteries inside me
Back to where they gather tightly
Back to where the pumping muscle
Quivers.

On holiday road.

I miss my last mistake
I miss my great relief
I miss falling awake
I miss my little thief.
Track Name: Solemn Sky
Rearrange the lines they're on the corners of the page;
Know that I am right there with you.
See the stars in the sky:
They're in the solemn solemn sky.
I'm right there with you.