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You Deserve It

by A bit Much

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Willow Washburn Another outstanding opener holds stellar harmonies and bombastic riffs on a flaming dual leash. This record blew my mind. Favorite track: Starvation Wage.
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1.
I admit that I stole your lady, left you with a stocking of coal But both you and I know that you were never given a soul Some of us were born to laugh and love, but you were only put here to schmooze Give you that minimum rhythm, and the maximum blues Working for those suits, do you have a prayer of keeping up that enlightened air? You’ve got the brains and the looks but where’s the luck? They’d need the Hubble just to find your heart so that they could lift it up Maybe when you’re a little bit older You’ll see these things you wish that I had never told ya But ‘til then you be that brainwashed soldier Marching in circles and firing your weapon like It was other than yourself that armed ya/ Do you wanna? In money and mettle you’re honored as a general But you still feel like you’re scrubbing the floors ‘Cause all those girls, guns, and glory can’t buy you the gift of remorse I’m sure that years of gumming up your ears Is gonna leave you narcissistic, bemused Give you that minimum rhythm, and the maximum blues You say oppression pays but who’s oppressed? Is it the kids? The slaves? Is it your mind at rest They tie you to a tree and say “Stay in the shade” Well, that’s a damn short rope, remind me, who’s the slave? Maybe when you’re a little bit older You’ll see these things you wish that I had never told ya But you gotta be lookin’ out for number one Move when they tell ya, keep your eyes skyward Or you know how you’re gonna end up smelling, hon And they just laugh along Your seven boyfriends can’t get you worked up You’d rather that you had it more hard Like Romiet and Julio going down in the churchyard Your contemporaries are all empty queries/ they’d never fit into such small shoes Give you that minimum rhythm, and the maximum blues
2.
Far below the Earth where I rest/ no bosom to warm, and no breast To rest your head unto/ even isolation withdrew See I can’t live on no starvation wage/ I can’t buy nothing for my rice You never said that passion pays/ But given long now, the starving artist dies Somewhere beneath you, you think I’ll always be But this ground is moving, albeit gradually Though eunuch I may be/ I’ll wipe you clean subtly Just as man was took from me/ and woman, held captivity I have learned the ins and outs/ nonetheless there’s spit in my mouth For the overseer’s eyes/ even starvation’s overpriced And as I am not supposed to know/ who has your morality choked Why else would I have this periscope/ for when mercy has fully eloped And so they call mercy, mercy/ but he with no ears hears no plea Beneath you you think they’ll always be But this ground is moving gradually
3.
The mountains don't move when you ask them to The oceans ain't beholden to what you wanna prove You wish them to be, they can't wish as well As you and to that spell they're not susceptible Wild won't wilt when you wave your wand Will he just wait 'til his time is come Over something untrue you're blessing me Your hopes gone unhumbled by reality All you sisters leave me alone And pure believers, take care of your own You can't trust me to stay I don't wanna go, but the winds they just blow me away Soil won't cry when the earth is gone Sayin' sooth but he don't speak your tongue Maker couldn't laugh if you lose your love Sayin' didn't I, didn't I give enough To call up heaven and call your name But we're both bound down here all the same While over something lovely, impossible You pushed me down into your wishing well All you sisters I can't choose amongst And poor believers who've loved only once You can't trust these two feet Weightlessness goes down into the very bottom of me Mother mercy, heed my wary words Vary my countenance, the demons keep disturbed Since I've known you I don't love anyone Quiet obsession, loud desperation To write your number across my lips I'm beside myself in your eclipse Your shadow makes my surface red The excess spent knelt beside your bed Bearing down on me, she still can't tell Inside or outside of the wishing well Furrows dig deeper, you're blessing me Am I my own keeper or your property?
4.
Well a snarlin' old hacksaw of a man he strode up to me And says you wanna tell me where all your so-called fans could be? And it's our policy not to pay if you can't meet our minimum rate Well, if there's no one comin' than you just better pack up and leave But I disagree 'Cause I can rock nobody like nobody has ever seen Well I tried to get Travis but he got lost in the liquor store And Courtney's at the office late to tell us what our money is for And Anne's stuck in her final exam And Spencer's spending the night in the can After he got nabbed with a gram to be dealt down at the shore to some old pompadour So that I can rock nobody like nobody's been rocked before Matty, Matt, and Matthew they just smoked a whole tree But I swear that they'll be watching the live video feed And maybe they'll still stop by when they want something to eat But currently I'll be rocking nobody like nobody has ever seen Well there's a blizzard out west that pinned down my whole family And they just said on the news that the highways won't be clear for a week I invited my whole team of heavyweights They've been training for a fight somewhere outside of the states And I can pack a theater any place around the Caspian Sea I've got a quarter Kazakh in me But back here I'll be rocking nobody like nobody has ever seen, except me Yea I can rock nobody like nobody has ever seen No one sees I can rock nobody like nobody has ever seen
5.
Momma, by the people you love, yes you love Which, need I mention, goes without exception They’ll take all your honor just to prove you’ve earned none Come back to the city where I’ll keep your love Momma how many times have I wet your breasts? But my tears and my fevers can’t flaw your kindness Your pension as threatened, well, the scheming ain’t lessened Come back to the city, where you’ll take your rest I ain’t known someone who would leave such affection unwed Until you acquaintance was met Well, such flippancy took poor Claude Anet to the grave Do you want me to go the same way? Momma, your Jean-Samuel, he’s no real man You trade me and my memory for such wormwood as him He’ll take all your money just to prove that he can And when you’ve no honor left, will he keep your hand? I’ve no smile except for when yours is around But you’ve hardly noticed I’ve come Am I really equal to this braggart and clown With not even taste on his tongue? Momma, you’d feed them all if you had enough But fate doesn’t smile on the pure hearts like us You’ll be shamed and beviled, so I give it all up Momma, by the people you love, yes, you love Momma, by the people you love, you love

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released April 17, 2010

Tim Bucha > piano, electric keyboards, vocals
Degan, Heir to the Ring of Degan > vocals, guitar
Matt(y) Dietrich > elated screams
Jonathan Francis Glancy > cymbals and Eames drums, vocals
Matt Lillis > electric bass guitar, vocals
Shakes McHumphrey > tambourine

Recorded by Jon Taft at New Alliance December 2009 / January 2010 (www.newallianceaudio.com)
Mixed by Jon Taft
Mastered by Nick Zampiello and Rob Gonnella at New Alliance East (www.newallianceeast.com)
Artwork by Brian R. Hart (www.thebrianhart.com)

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A bit Much played their last show on December 30, 2011. The final line-up of the band featured Clinton Degan (vocals, guitar), Abram Taber (bass, vocals) and Jon Glancy (drums). Former members include Matt Lillis (bass, vocals) and Tim Lillis (piano, keyboard). Frequent collaborators included Curtis Killian (guitar), Bryan Murphy (trumpet) and Mike Padgett (saxophone). ... more

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