LYRICS so you can sing along
OLD PALO VERDE by Mike
Jude left all his stuff here
the fleas are in the rug
Jude left all his stuff here
his niece is in my tub
CHORUS:
old palo verde
old palo verde
old palo verde's
been no good to me
There's ramen in my kitchen
there's ramen on the rug
there's ramen in the microwave
there's ramen in my mug
CHORUS
In the morning when I wake up,
the first thing that I see
is a parking lot, and a garbage dump,
and my neighbor's family
CHORUS
Stephano wants it quiet
he's pounding on the floor
I'm sitting in my underwear
the police are at the door
CHORUS
CASUAL ENCOUNTERS by Mike
CHORUS:
Call me Reena. Call me back.
I know it's the weekend but you're the only one who understands
Call me Reena. Tell me your plans.
I'm dying to meet ya and I don't want to be stuck in no manšs land.
Says you're gorgeous. Gorgeous and kind. What would you think of me?
I get nervous, when I'm high but your words put me at ease.
I swear I'm normal. I tell the truth. And if you wanna run wild,
well I'll be there to run wild with you.
CHORUS
You've got red hair. I like that. I like the way you're not too tall
You had a husband. He treated you bad. You know I'm not like him at all
I'll be a good friend, when you're in need. So call me quick now
'cause I haven't talked to anyone in weeks.
CHORUS
Men send you pictures beneath their sheets, they're pictures you don't want
cry me a river. I'll be discreet, I won't try to act so tough
I'm not a lover who falls in love, but I need you now so tell me when it is that I can come
DON'T WANT TO ADMIT by Mike
Don't want to admit I have problem,
it's not a problem it's a relief
I'm just out kicking a pinecone
on an island, for you and me
Because you moved out to the suburbs,
with a lawyer and bought a car
don't mean your tricks in the bedroom,
I don't remember, I don't recall
Do you see me sitting on the long bench,
with your ex-boyfriends, at the foot of your bed?
We might be ghosts but still we like to watch you
through the darkness, head to head.
CHORUS:
Oh, you look so lovely I just want to see your face
You know I do the best I can but I wont go away.
You want to know if I've been published,
you show an interest in English verse.
I don't need to write like Shakespeare,
I'd rather make love with college girls
That time we went to Oregon
to see the Portland Trailblazers play
Clyde Drexler looked right at me,
and he pointed his finger as if to say,
"keep that girl right beside you,
don't be stupid, with your mouth"
Honey you looked so gorgeous--that's all I'm going to say.
CHORUS
Sometimes I want to call you
but I don't know who will pick up
I want to know if you're still trying to save the planet
before it destructs
but I'm alone so often,
I start talking to myself
Don't you know it's really you I'm talking to,
you and no one else
Last time we ate lunch you showed me pictures
of your mother, all dressed up
She had just had an operation,
but you looked lovely, next to her
DREADFUL PARTY by Patrick K.
When I showed up at the party
I already wanna go
the only people there
are people that I don't know
And the ones I did . . .
. . . oh no.
But then I saw you sittin' there,
we'd talked once or twice
and you'd always left me smilin'
so I picked up the dice
and rolled up to you . . .
I sat down next to you
we talked all night,
ruled the room from our seats . . .
and we listened to the same song
six times on repeat!
CHORUS:
it was a dreadful party
but a damn fine night
You said that your ex
was really the best
and I said, "Hey, mine too!
Though you could count on one hand
the movies she understands
subtracted from the moves that
she knew in the bedroom."
And you said, "Hey hold up,
you're not being fair.
You wouldn't be so poisoinous
if you didn't care.
Would you go back to the good times?"
For the first time I wasn't sure.
we stayed while everybody decayed
and I didn't care
how the cards got laid . . .
CHORUS
Take a club to the diamonds,
take a spade to the heart . . .
I said, "You should really know
that I'm not from these parts.
My brother lives here,
I'm in town for two weeks,
and I visit him about five times a year."
You said, "I know my body
and all that it requires . . .
I'm not gonna stretch my heart
across telephone wires again
my friend, being partners
in some weird sin
could be nice, but that don't make it
right for us."
You turned to go but I grabbed your wrist
and the sun peeked through the window
just as we kissed!
Dreadful party, but it left us holding
each other's smiles in the morning light . . .
CHORUS x 4
THE EQUALITY OF ALL LIQUORS IN THE EYES OF GOD by Patrick K.
God made the lager
seperate from the ale
and if he didn't like them both
why did he put them both on sale?
Some like whiskey
other people like their wine
no man can really own liquor
--but if you run out, you can have one of mine.
CHORUS:
when the vodka meets the gin
they're gonna come back skipping
and holding hands again,
successfully rejecting
the time share of the throat
WILLIAM BALDWIN: A LAMENT by Mike Barach
Oh, William Baldwin
I have seen your puzzled face
I bet you're the same damn jerk from high school
Oh Shannon Tweed
I'm sick of the movies you make
I watch them at night when they're on cable
Elephants huddle to mourn for their dead,
The masturbator hasn't a thing in her head,
The dogs on the beach fight over the towel
of the boy dragged off in the undertow.
Insomniacs wait for the light to start,
Schoolyard crows tug worms from dirt,
In nineteen years, the cicadas hatch,
they scream two days, then go right back
to what they were before they scrabbled,
specks in sacks hung in bramble.
Meanwhile the drunk can't tell
what's dream, what's real.
Doctor's office empty and cold,
the receptionist is on the bus ride home
next to the man with thinning hair,
An accidental touch that he leaves right there.
Mud tracks on linoleum floor,
a handprint on the double-locked door
My brother doing lines in a basement bar
while I rub Maderma into the scar
I got from an anger I didn't know
crosseyed behind a square window
Meanwhile the drunk can't tell what's dream what's real
THE 57 DIP by Patrick K.
Heading South through Anaheim
there's a dip
that seems to whisper:
"Welcome to the OC, bitch . . .
"Say goodbye to your last thrill."
You can ride the waves
but the usual behavior
is writing nasty letters
on the windshield of your neighbor's girlfriend
who's taken the last spot away.
And on the final day
let the assholes lead the way
with the light
from the turn signals they saved
Heading North to Hollywood
the carpool lane
looms overhead
like a dinosaur's jugular vein
Exhibition Park is where he lays
The perfect companion
for the traveling abandoned
who couldn't land a shotgun
from the internet fan-club
--lonely as kelp at the show
they'll sway
My apartment complex
was built to complicate exit;
an antisocial mess
but that's the plan
Heading back to Claremont
The interchange
With the 60
Tries to shove 2 pictures in a frame
--though most don't see it that way
So flash on your signal
To Let 'em know you care
You got to get off to stay on
--I think there's two metaphors there
. . . sex and politics, what a pair
Out there on the highway
everyone wants it all their way
oh why can't anybody share their plans?
On the final day
we'll let the assholes lead the way
but it aint their turn today!
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Who Are The HEAPS?
- Matt: piano
- Ben: percussion
- Erin: flute, melodica, songwriting, occasional vocals, occasional uke
- Patrick: vocals, songwriting, bass, [formerly] guitar, occasional uke
- Mike: long-distance songwriting; [formerly guitar, occasional uke]
- Sarah [alumna]: cello, occasional vocals
- Vernon [alum]: violin, occasional drums
- Jesse [alum]: lead guitar
- AJ [occasionally]: guitar
- Sterling [guest from The Heavens Gates]: occasional bass
- Sam: percussion [Heapshow II & Heaps By Request]
- Tia: practice space, hospitality
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The Golden Heaps [original + classic lineups]
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