Catatonic For The People

by Geoff Hayton

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released May 28, 2015

Jason Sloan--Drums
Lindon Conant--Steel Guitar
Geoff Hayton--Things that are neither drums nor steel guitar

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Track Name: You Had Your Turn
I don't swim off the Hannawa bridge
Not when I look like this
Save it for the bright-eyed kids
Type a hi but don't hit send
You ain't their dad and they ain't your friends
Better get as far away as you can

You wanted memories so bad, now you get to look back
You had your turn, now it's her turn

She's acting like she'll never die
Slap his hand as it wanders by
Jumping in on the football guy

You got away with famous things
Count the scuffs on your wedding ring
Pick an empty room and sing

It's just like you drew it up in your head
You had your turn, now it's her turn
Track Name: Ten Miles in Any Direction
The townies all know where the cops go
But the students get caught every time
You're never really stuck behind a pickup truck
It's the foreign cars that go 35

And that's a tough break kid, but you came here to learn
I'm so glad to see you come back every Fall

You're why this town is here at all
And it's time for thinking small
We know what we owe you
Because ten miles in any direction you go
That's where the trailers grow
We kid ourselves so loud
But we need the college crowd

Hey kid, they're gonna let you in
And claim all the money you have
Your parents gonna cry and drink till they die
And the poor kids line up to laugh

Cause it's kinda funny in a sad sort of way
I probably ought to tell you drop your books and run

I know we make it look like fun
You're a sucker in the sun
Getting love and falling in drunk
Because ten miles in any direction you go
That's where the trailers grow
We kid ourselves so loud
But we need the college crowd

There's no guarantee so don't look at me
But count on your debt to them now
Steeling your will at the school on the hill
As long as the loan'll allow

Shoot your future self a text
That says I'm sorry

We gotta trick you every year
With blue cups of shit beer
And warnings you don't want to hear
Cause ten miles in any direction you go
That's where the trailers grow
We kid ourselves so loud
But we need the college crowd
Track Name: Suit Jacket
Somebody buy me a suit jacket

I finished school this spring
I gotta dress for this thing
I've got jeans and Chucks and zero bucks
And they're gonna ask me to sing,
They're gonna ask me to sing

Here's the way I picture it going

I'm fatter than they'll recall
Their kids tower over me
They'll screen my speech for veracity
And seethe about it all,
Seethe about it all

Somebody buy me a suit jacket
Track Name: Charlie's Lullaby
Woke up from a good dream
Sun over the grass green
But when I reached out for you
I was alone, dear
Cry cause I'm lonely
And you ought to be here

That morning was thick dust
And people you can't trust
When you know what you want
Go out and get it
Stand up and grab it
Get ready to run

When everything's brand new
I really don't want to lose sight of you
Cause you're the one that I need
To kiss me a good night and tell me it's all right, baby

Turn off all the loud toys
Lay down in the white noise
And colors come flooding back from my memory
I want to show you everything that I see
Track Name: Moving Sliders
Keep it down, down, down
He groused into his microbrew
Do they really need to be here?
Cause my money and me were looking for a room to ignore
And we can walk each other down Park St.
Get each other smashed at the library
Shout it till Andrew Jackson's ears bleed

On this rock I'll build my lounge
For conversational insiders
Cause money changes everything and moves the sliders

It's traditional; this ain't nothing new
Do you need him to explain it to you
Coming from a long line of men talking over guitars
And he won't tell you twice but he won't need to
He's trying to be nice, he's trying to help you
Take a minute, man, and think it through

On this rock I'll build my lounge
For conversational insiders
Cause money changes everything and moves the sliders

So pull down the white board and cancel your plans
Unplug the microphone while clapping your hands
The waiter saluted and fell back into line
Left the tab open, pushed a tear from his eye
Genuflecting to his betters as he topped off the wine
Just keep showing up, man, you'll get it in time
From the townies and the students
To the flies and the spiders
Money changes everything and moves the sliders
Track Name: Nothing to be Sorry For
Don't apologize for not being famous
Walk tall into the backstage room
And take whatever you want
Cause you've got nothing to be sorry for
You've got nothing to be sorry for

Let em talk about the new breed
They'll come to you eventually
Cause that's the way that it goes
And you've got nothing to be sorry for
You've got nothing to be sorry for

But I've seen you hang your head
Like a kid in the corner that knows he's caught
But what you've done is going to outlive you
You're already everything they're not

You can't separate it from the pictures
Of driving too fast with the windows down
They're lucky to have you around
And you've got nothing to be sorry for
You've got nothing to be sorry for

But I've seen you hang your head
Like a kid in the corner that knows he's caught
But what you've done is going to outlive you
You're already everything they're not
Track Name: Sons of Bitches Gonna Talk Right Through It
It's true that you brought a tear right to our eyes
And we didn't know should we buy you a drink or start a fight
He sounded like the greatest and I could picture everything
And maybe they'll listen in their cars
And maybe you'll let em do it

Sons of bitches gonna talk right through it
Sons of bitches gonna talk right through it
That's what they think of you
They don't care what you do, so screw it
Sons of bitches gonna talk right through it
Sons of bitches gonna talk right through it
Dimly aware and they don't care

It takes so much time to get it down
Dropped your money in the gear
Dry run first then try it here
Nervous just in case it strikes a chord within the herd
And the lord knows it went by them
And not one of them knew it

Sons of bitches gonna talk right through it
Sons of bitches gonna talk right through it
That's what they think of you
They don't care what you do, so screw it
Sons of bitches gonna talk right through it
Sons of bitches gonna talk right through it
Dimly aware and they don't care

It is a lesson best learned early on
Take it with you when you go, tell em all I told you so
Every room you play will have a bar right in the back
Where people practice conversation
And you're wallpaper to it

Sons of bitches gonna talk right through it
Sons of bitches gonna talk right through it
That's what they think of you
They don't care what you do, so screw it
Sons of bitches gonna talk right through it
Sons of bitches gonna talk right through it
Dimly aware and they don't care
Track Name: Someday I'm Gonna Be the Man You Deserve
It gets so quiet when the living room's mine
And everybody else is in bed
And I lift three cheers to the ringing in my ears
And every voice in my head

I made a little money at work today
Threw it on the pile with yours
But someday I'm gonna be the man you deserve

This is day six of my promise
Tomorrow's gonna make it a week
That's five days farther than I thought I'd get
And nobody's surprised as me

Will I dry out, I've got my doubts
Cause I never did have the nerve
But someday I'm gonna be the man you deserve

Who you gotta rob for a big boy job
I feel the years slipping away
State certified and paid with my pride
Getting sick of always having to wait

And it could be wishing aint the way it's done
And the war aint won with words
But someday I'm gonna be the man you deserve
Track Name: Young Band Announces Debut
Young band announces debut
And I'm not sure how you knew
How'd that make it to you
Little sister, whatcha listening to

A cold wind blowing from a distant corner of space
Slithers past your face
Whispers baby, you can be replaced

Now I've gotta know how you know
It's only news between me and you
And it gets old being slow

Three mpgs attached at the bottom of the screen
I hear what you're saying
But I'm only guessing what you mean

Notes fill up the page
Success at any age
But it's not organization working for them
It's just their day

And even if I don't want to buy
Even if it bores me so
I've gotta know how you know
It's only news between me and you
And it gets old being slow

Young band announces debut
And I'm not sure how you knew
How'd that make it to you
Little sister, whatcha you listening to