1. |
Shirtless Karaoke Guy
02:21
|
|||
|
Shirtless karaoke guy (x 3)
Why do you do what you do?
Will it be the Rolling Stones (x 3)
Or will it be The Who?
Shirtless karaoke guy
We don’t understand
But shirtless karaoke guy
We’re happy to lend a hand
Creepy hairy bearded guy (x 3)
Why do you do what you do?
Is it all just an act (x 3)
Or is it really you?
Creepy hairy bearded guy
We don’t understand
But creepy hairy bearded guy
We’re happy to lend a hand
Shirtless karaoke guy (x 3)
Why do you do what you do?
Will it be the Rolling Stones (x 3)
Or will it be The Who?
|
||||
2. |
Your Brain
02:34
|
|||
|
Your brain won’t leave you alone
Non-stop with the questions it won’t postpone
Bouncing around, inside your head
Repeating all the things you said
Misunderstanding all the while
What it takes to make you smile
Your brain went for a walk
It went outside to clear its head
It walked around the block
Yelled at some kids, barked at a dog
Your brain won’t help you find
Your way through all this fog
Your brain won’t leave you alone
Non-stop with the questions it won’t postpone
Bouncing around, inside your head
Repeating all the things you said
Misunderstanding all the while
What it takes to make you smile
Your brain
Your brain
Your brain is driving you insane
Your brain
Your brain
Your brain is driving you insane
Your brain works very hard
Nothing to occupy its time
It thinks it’s very smart
It fills you up with big ideas
Your brain can’t help but play
Upon your darkest fears
Your brain won’t leave you alone
Non-stop with the questions it won’t postpone
Bouncing around, inside your head
Repeating all the things you said
Misunderstanding all the while
What it takes to make you smile
Your brain
Your brain
Your brain is driving you insane
Your brain
Your brain
Your brain is driving you insane
|
||||
3. |
Love Song
02:42
|
|||
|
You tried to write a love song
That you thought no one would hear
You summoned up your courage
And you swallowed down your fear
Don’t wanna face rejection
Clambering for their affection
They’ll never hear it anyway
You grabbed your favorite pencil
And you scribbled down your thoughts
Aware of consequences
From the trouble you have bought
Express what you are feeling
Your heart’s already reeling
They’ll never hear it anyway
If your love falls in the forest
And there’s no one there to see
Would it help you lift that heavy weight
And finally set you free?
You’ll sum it up inside a song
And just call it a day, ‘cause
They’ll never hear it anyway.
Maybe one day you will sing it
With your friends all gathered round
And you’ll relish all the irony you’ve driven to the ground
You’ll never need to say it
You’ve only got to play it
And when you’re finally finished
Sadness will be diminished...
but...
They’ll never hear it anyway
|
||||
4. |
Metaphors for Fools
02:36
|
|||
|
You’re always telling me not to be who I wanna be
And you’re telling always me that you can’t see the things I see
But if you stop and take a look at how I wanna live
You’ll see that I’ve got no fucks left to give
Live once then live again
Stay outside, don’t look in
Don’t stop to learn the rules
Metaphors are just for fools
If you wanna know all things I got inside my head
And if you wanna know why I said all the things I said
Stop and listen up to the words that I did not use
And you’ll know that I’ve got nothing left to lose
Live once then live again
Stay outside, don’t look in
Don’t stop to learn the rules
Metaphors are just for fools
If you ever wonder why I can’t seem to find my place
And if you ever wonder ‘bout the look upon my face
Stop and look around at the fuck-giving deficit
And you’ll see that I just do not give a shit
Live once then live again
Stay outside, don’t look in
Don’t stop to learn the rules
Metaphors are just for fools
Live once then live again
Stay outside, don’t look in
Don’t stop to learn the rules
Metaphors are just for fools
|
||||
5. |
Queen of the Aces
02:10
|
|||
|
She walks into the bar
And lays her cards on the table
Cowboys look her up and down
They place their bets — they’re willing they’re able
But she don’t come to take the pot
And she don’t come to fight
She’s the Queen of the Aces
You ain’t takin’ her home tonight
The dealer shuffles up the cards
She grabs her drink and sips
Cowgirls look her up and down
They smile they wink they lick their lips
But she don’t need to stack the deck
No need to act so tough
She’s the Queen of the Aces
You ain’t divin’ in her muff
She’s the Queen of Aces
You best not double-down
Be careful how you play your hand
And if you think she’s bluffin’
Then you better think again ‘cause
You just don’t understand
And when the game comes to an end
The people gather round
Pour a drink and raise a glass
Happy with new friends they found
She never has to raise the stakes
She never has to fold
She’s the Queen of the Aces
Never gonna fit into your mold
Yeah she never has to check the cards
Never place a bet
She’s the Queen of the Aces
And you ain’t seen nothin’ yet
|
||||
6. |
Queer
03:03
|
|||
|
You’re not the right type of queer
There is no question or doubt about it
And so you’ll sing me a song about it
You’re not the right type of queer
And though you’re surely a freak
Still you’ve not found the place you seek
And despite how circumstances may appear
You’re not the right type of queer
You ask me why
I don’t know why
Mine’s just an answer that
Belief, in turn, defies
And though the world takes all kinds
It’s a conclusion you’ve yet to find
Somehow words rarely come to mind
Although the world takes all kinds
And through the surface I scratch
A category to find a match
A glowing gem to justify the rhyme
Because the world takes all kinds
And now we’ve come to the end
Another story, a fence to mend
Another mystery, we can’t pretend
Because we’ve come to the end
And though we’ve listened this far
With our attention left at the bar
You’ve surely up and gone around the bend
And now we’ve come to the end
|
||||
7. |
Time
02:23
|
|||
|
May be Monday
May be Wednesday
May be Sunday for all I care
May be Thursday
Can’t remember
Did I even change my underwear?
‘Cause time forgot to take us in
And time does not know where we’ve been
Might be morning
Might be evening
Might be midnight, for all I know
Open a window
Try to find out
Who cares? I’ve got no place to go
‘Cause time has got no use for us
And time does not put up a fuss
Gotta get up
Gotta go out
Gotta find myself some place to be
Put some clothes on
Should I bother
It’s not as if my friends will see
‘Cause time has got no use for me
And time has kindly set me free
Yeah time has got no use for me
And time has finally set me free
|
||||
8. |
Ennui
02:38
|
|||
|
You can’t write all your songs about ennui
You may think they’re great
But people can’t relate
You can write a song or two or even three
But you can’t write all your songs about ennui
You can write a song about your cat
You can write a song about your hat
You can write a song about your cat wearing a hat
You can write a song for you
You can write a song for me
But you can't write all your songs about ennui
You can’t write all your songs about ennui
You might think they’re great
But people can’t relate
You can write a song or two or even three
But you can’t write all your songs about ennui
You can write a song about your truck
And the things that you like to fuck
You can write a song about your lucky fuckin’ truck
You can write a song for you
You can write a song for me
But you can't write all your songs about ennui
You can write a song, for the world to hear
About the sadness, and the fear
Be kind if we don’t understand
We’re not a frickin’ emo band
You can’t write all your songs about ennui
You might think they’re great
But people can’t relate
You can write a song or two or even three
But you can’t write all your songs about ennui
One more time!
You can’t write all your songs about ennui
You might think they’re great
But people can’t relate
You can write a song or two or even three
But you can’t write all your songs
No, don’t write all your damn songs
You can’t write all your songs about ennui
|
||||
9. |
Too Much Tiddy
02:22
|
|||
|
Too much tittie hangin from my chest
Nobody told me that more is less
Too much tittie got myself a mess
Not what I bargained for in a breast
Too much tittie (too much tittie!)
Too much tittie (too much tittie!)
Too much tittie yeow!
Too much tittie don’t know what to do
Can’t even see down to my shoe
Too much tittie don’t know what to do
Almost bigger than you know who
Too much tittie (too much tittie!)
Too much tittie (too much tittie!)
Too much tittie yeow!
You might wonder about the plan
Why complain about a mammary gland
But if you had to carry this weight
You wish for smaller but it’s way too late
Too much tittie runnin’ for the bus
Too much tittie size extra plus
Too much tittie bouncin’ all around
Can’t believe they make that sound
Too much tittie (too much tittie!)
Too much tittie (too much tittie!)
Too much tittie yeow!
Too much tittie when I’m at the bar
Too much tittie when I drive my car
Too much tittie gonna be a star
Too much tittie when I play GUITAR!!!
Too much tittie smack me in the face
Can’t hold these fuckers in their place
Too much tittie when I try to spoon
Too much tittie for this fuckin’ tune!!
|
||||
10. |
Safetyville
02:50
|
|||
|
No matter how safe we try to make our lives and our worlds
It can only go so far
Past a certain point, safety is an illusion
Child-proof locks and outlet covers
Doted over by your mother
Special seats go in the car
Wonder if they've gone too far
By the time they've had the rest
They’re just hoping for the best
‘Cause kids are gonna seek a thrill
And you might hit your head
In Safetyville
Careful driving down the road
You'll be flattened like a toad
Careful when you cross the street
Or your maker you could meet
Careful swimming in the sea
There’s jellyfish you'll never see
Sometimes you’re gonna take a spill
And you might hit your head
In Safetyville
We all think
We’re unassailable
With the safety
Made available
But however
We may feel
Not all safety
Can be real
So think of all the things you’d miss
Every day a sad abyss
Take a risk and take a chance
Leave the house without your pants
Sure you should avoid some peril
No Niagara in a barrel
Life is an acquired skill
And you might hit your head
In Safetyville
You might hit your head
In Safetyville
|
||||
Polythene Pam San Francisco, California
Polythene Pam are an upbeat, whimsical, queer Americana girl band. Take the quirky nerdery of They Might Be Giants, the old school country twang of Dolly Parton and Johnny Cash, and the rock attitude of the Violent Femmes. Shake well, add a sardonic sense of humor, and you’ve got Polythene Pam. ... more
Polythene Pam recommends:
Mark's Yard
by Secret Emchy Society
Our good friends at the Secret Emchy Society recorded this album of their favorite covers. We saw them play it live, and it was amazing!
go to album
One of our favorite local bands!
go to albumIf you like Polythene Pam, you may also like:
the pink sunset over you
by angel apricot
angel apricot makes sweet and intimate '90s-style bedroom pop with delicate melodies and melancholic, reflective lyrics.
go to album
Chicago singer/multi-instrumentalist Ellie Kim explores funk, R&B, pop, and jazz on this stirring LP, a love letter to the LGBTQ community.
go to album
Phenomenology
by The Mining Co.
Inspired by John Carpenter’s 1974 film “Dark Star,” the beautifully moody songs on this LP present a voyage into the unknown.
go to album
The Ohio songwriter navigates gender, queerness, class, and privilege through a powerful mix of country rock, folk ballads, and bluegrass.
go to album
