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Thursday Special
02:25
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The college coeds are forming in a line
On the Brown Street sidewalk at a quarter to nine
The girls in halter tops, the boys in collared shirts
Cologne and perfume
They've put on the works
To the man behind the bar, it’s a beautiful sight
It’s the Thursday Special at Tim’s tonight
They’re gonna dance all night long
They’re gonna sing all night long
They’re gonna drink all night long
And hook up all night long
If it’s the Thursday Special, you know you can’t go wrong.
See Carrie Ann dancing on the floor?
I don’t want to just talk, honey
I want more
I want to get with her, ‘cause she looks so fine
But she’s a smart whip who plays the boys every time
Many a man who’s tried to get her off on her own
Has walked a long, dark walk home alone
She’s gonna dance all night long
She’s gonna sing all night long
She’s gonna drink all night long
And hook up all night long
If it’s the Thursday Special, she knows she can’t go wrong.
See the boys walk into the bathroom with Stan
Who’s got a bottle to wipe off the X’s on their hands
Isopropyl first and ethanol last
They started out sober, but they’re gonna get trashed
Oh, lay off the bottle, kid, it’s getting late
The sun’s a-gonna rise and she ain’t gonna wait
And maybe you thought this night was gonna last
But tomorrow we’ve got to get up for an eight o’clock class
And maybe next week you can come back for more
But until then I’ll show you too the door
And you danced all night long
And you sang all night long
And you drank all night long
And hooked up all night long
If it’s the Thursday Special, you know you can’t go wrong
And if you play rock n’ roll, you know you can’t go wrong.
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Cracked Cups
02:56
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And she said, “Cracked cups are who we are,
I know it,”
As she poured me black coffee into an old broke mug.
“There’s no telling all the times we’ve blown it,
And we all carry the scars of broken love.”
Out there in the street, somebody is shouting
Out there in the world, someone is alone
We tried to take you on an outing
We knocked all day at the door
But there was nobody home.
Sometimes I think I should go on out to my driveway,
Plug in my guitar, and turn it up real loud
Play something to break this lonely silence
And the curbs and the driveways
Would echo with the sound
And she said, “Cracked cups are who we are, I know it,
But the ones like that are much more interesting.
You wouldn’t be who you are without ‘em,
And I sure wouldn’t have you any other way.”
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Lilies of the Field
05:50
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Someday
03:03
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Someday, we’ll be on honeymoon somewhere
Just playing volleyball and shooting the breeze on the beach
And on that day we just won’t care anymore
About what we had back then that was just out of reach
We’ll drag out old fears and we’ll pay off the goons,
Show off the stale old memories of wounds,
And you’ll laugh and say, “Gee,
Oh, I’ve come to settle the score.”
Someday, strolling on the bluffs high above
We’ll look down on the amusing scene below:
It’s all of us down there fighting on the sand
Lovers, betrayals, and ego and undertow
Of your hopes back then, will you just tell me this
As you feast your eyes, cast your gaze from the cliffs
And – Woah! You never really wanted that anyway.
And I asked you, “When did I leave you?”
And you said, “Somehow, somewhere back there.”
And I said “What did I do?”
And you: “Whatever is was, I hope it was true.”
‘Cause all we are are bottles, baby
Floating on the tide.
Someday, we’ll be on honeymoon somewhere
Just playing volleyball and shooting the breeze on the beach
And on that day we just won’t care anymore
About what we had back then that was just out of reach
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Basement
02:51
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She’s got them real hug ‘em hips
And those lips
Like a tabby cat walking
And sweet honey drips
From the tips
Of her hair when she’s talking
She can have it all except her boy
She’s the rabbit we’re chasing,
But she’s chasing her own joy
The clock ticks away and
Kills the day
Here in Forman’s basement
And I must have missed it
But I don’t know what that look on your face meant
Tonight’s gonna be all that and more
We’ll just keep playing until somebody scores
Down in the city
Where the soft red light turns on
She turns to thank you when the song is through,
Then she’s gone
It was 3:05 in heaven about
She walked through the door
And the red light went out
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Newport Hills
03:08
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I’m going up into the Newport hills
To meet you in the park
But when I got there, baby,
All I heard
Was you laughing in the dark
And some say you gotta cling hard and fast
To a good thing gone astray
But when I heard about what you did
I knew our love had gone its way.
I’m going downtown to pal around
And dance ‘till Thursday’s through
And maybe you’ll come
Or just stick out your tongue, baby
Like you always do
And some think you gotta scramble all day long
To fix a leak that’s coming in
But baby, I think that this ship is sinking
And it’s time to take a swim.
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All Tied Up
03:08
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I’ve been all tied up
Working until Friday afternoon
And I’ve had enough
Honey, I can’t see you too soon.
The hour hand is crawling up to three
Let’s go out somewhere, honey –
Only you and me
‘Cause I’ve been all tied up, waiting.
I’ve been up all night
Staring out the window at the crowds
And you’re off tonight
Doing the things you do so well
I’ve been thinking of the meaning of your smile
And the questions you ask
When you put me on trial
‘Cause I’ve been up all night, thinking.
Up in the black sky, the moon’s turning blue
Why must we fight over calling the tune?
The Marcels are on the radio
Speaking to you
I’ve been all tied up, sleeping
‘Till the sun comes in and smiles
And honey, I’ll own up
I’ve been thinking about you for a while
This morning, I will walk the streets alone
Fumbling for your number dialed deep into my phone
And I know it’s kind of forward, honey,
But please make me all your own.
‘Cause I’ve been all tied up, waiting
I’ve been up all night, thinking
I’ve been all tied up, waiting.
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The Jaywalkers Dayton, Ohio
The Jaywalkers were born from the creative ferment of the University of Dayton music scene of the mid ‘00s. We started out
playing activities board concerts, house parties etc. and got our baptism of fire in a battle of the bands where we had the honor of squaring off against Kelly Fine and other greats of the UD music scene eventually opening for Guster at the UD Arena.
The chicks are great too.
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