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KIND OF BROWN - 1991 (Remaster 2020)

by LAWSUIT

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Green skies, Cadillac Look at the face of the girl who acts like She's running around with a wonderful guy (oh look at that look in her eye) Blue skies, purple clouds Everyone's gone I don't know how they Left me behind, I'm not that kind (of a) Rude boy, big town Shootin' up and comin' down, oh I need a fix... gotta get a fix She's coming home She's not the same man that I knew She's gaining fame and I'm getting laid off I was a fool when I was making love to you, oh One plus one plus one is Haircut, slicked back Now I'm dying from a heart attack of love But it's a funny pain 'cuz I kinda want to do it again But no time, can't wait Gotta go home and masturbate 'cuz That's what I do... that's all I do She's coming home She's not the same man that I knew She's gaining fame and I'm getting laid off I was a fool when I was making love to you, oh One plus one plus one is two
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The keester-kaster tilt of an unsteady social life Her eyes are not showing any signs of remorse A window-shopping widower to take her for a wife The salad days were over when they served the second course And deep within her heart she felt the workings of a king "It's time," she said, " to trace the ugly rumor to its source." Another Monday morning is an elementary thing She holds her breath in the palm of her hand She gives him a number and he gives her a ring She isn't sure she's able to live up to his demands His eyes go right through her just like butter through a knife She's looking out the window at her bottles of chance Block charades Emergency cards Toaster pastries on the way to work Fixing panties with her handy mini skirt oom...bam...sheesh A Thursday night of waiting starts to drive the girl insane The ringing cuts the silence with the sharpness of a child She forced herself to listen to the falling of the rain The working women like to read the calling of the wild The tires on the driveway signal Friday night is here Mascara makes her mother miss her daughter meek and mild She's living in a chapter from a play by Norman Lear Incarcerated cognant markers asking her to dance Unprincipled perceptions of unmotivated fear Another Sunday afternoon spent reading 'bout romance The feelings of a grownup world that anyone could feign She grabs a soda knocking over bottles of chance Block charades Emergency cards Toaster pastries on the way to work Fixing panties with her handy mini skirt
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Boxes and boxes of candles and tape Figuring out why he's looking at that A gentleman's prayer for a dying crusade Makes me want to go take a bath Slipping ahead while he's falling behind None of them ever thought he could do that Don't talk to the man that you're going to find Don't stop at the light up ahead Don't stop at the man that you find up ahead Don't talk to the light in your bed 'Cuz I'm liquidating all my assets I'm calibrating all my fears The pain is so excruciating It's hard to fight the tears Imagine the woman you'll never perceive While she steps in the hole of a place you're not at Telling lies in a room that nobody believes For a quarter, a dollar, a pound Think of an apple while you think of the mud Don't ever believe all tthe things that she says But follow your instincts to the top of the hill Remember to stay in the car Don't listen to the things that the other guy tells Or you'll travel the road too far I'm liquidating all my assets I'm calibrating all my fears The pain is so excruciating It's hard to fight the tears
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OH BOY 02:58
I am a couch, and I live in a messy house I sit around all day admiring a chair from far away I'd tell the chair just this, but I'm afraid our relationship Might turn around, and then we'd have a hard time being friends I don't know what to do The table told me to tell the truth Coathanger tells me honesty is the best policy Oh Boy! I have a friend, the people in the house call him a bed Toaster laughed at us when we ran down the hall making a fuss I got stuck in the door, I couldn't even move an inch or more When the people they came home, they said WHO MOVED THE COUCH? OH NO! WE'VE BEEN ROBBED! I don't know what to do Did you fine me or did I find you? All I want is a little fun and to run Oh Boy! I hate it when the little people jump on me and they break my springs They give the stove better attention and they talk to the phone when it rings I don't know what to do They don't talk to me, they never do The other appliances won't shut up because I look at people's big butts Oh Boy! I am a couch, and I want to leave this house If I were a bird I'd fly somewhere where I could be heard I'd never have to sing... sad songs about people breaking my springs I'd find myself a chair... or a pouf whose life with I could share I don't know what to do I hope these people get a clue And send me far away from here, maybe over there Oh Boy!
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When I'm staring through the mirror I tell you of all that I see Behind the clouded looking glass There are monsters staring at me I am not the only one you see I am not the only thing that's real When I'm staring through the mirror You invite me inside your domain I know the creature that you have in your head But I cannot remember his name I am not the only one that's here I think you are playing on my fears
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They told me I would not amount to anything But then I saw him on giant twelve-inch diagonal screen He aimed his pistols at the system And in his silent stare I found content And now I find it everywhere
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FUNNY 05:42
Funny the world in a world all alone I'm a fool with a curse, I'm alone in a world I've accomplished nothing But accomplished more than I thought Funny the shine of the stars in the sky There's a bird singing sweetly in back of my mind There's a funny looking albino living next door And though I thought to myself The songs of my childhood Running around in the wilderness days The grass and the trees and the sound of the church bells Running around in my head Funny the face of the girl in the window Her hair gleaming brightly in the autumn rain The wind never blows through my house as it did once before Funny to think 'bout the days that have gone The breeze of the ocean, the songbirds that sang The feeling's gone, but the other feeling lingers on And though I thought to myself The songs of my childhood Running around in the wilderness days The grass and the trees and the sound of the church bells Running around in my head And since my sixteenth birthday My virginity has lost its charm But who's complaining? I'm not complaining Who's complaining? I'm not complaining at all Funny the world in a world all alone I feel like I've lost everything that I own Funny the funny's aren't funny anymore Funny the tears as they fall from my eyes There are two kinds of tears One from truth, one from lies There's a broken soldier who's going home And though I thought to myself The songs of my childhood Running around in the wilderness days The grass and the trees and the sound of the church bells Running around in my head Funny the world in a world all alone I feel like I've lost everything that I own Funny these sounds as they're running around in my head Running around in my head Running around in my head, around in my head Look at my head
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UGLY BUTT 03:26
When I look into your eyes I do not despise The feelings that I find When I look at your behind Oh baby, you sure got an ugly butt Oh lady, it makes me nauseous in my gut And when that rump is hanging loose It makes me want to say, "Hey! Can that caboose!" You got a perfect nose But don't take off your clothes 'Cuz if I saw you nude I just might lose my food Oh baby, you sure got an ugly butt Oh lady, it makes me nauseous in my gut And when that rump is hanging loose It makes me want to say, "Hey! Can that caboose!" Rump, tush, butt, rear That's the thing I really fear Late at night I wake up screaming Thinking of your white ass beaming Oh baby, you sure got an ugly butt Oh lady, it makes me nauseous in my gut And when that rump is hanging loose It makes me want to say, "Hey! Can that caboose!"
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SONG #1 05:28
A red line growing Just a slip around the jaw Barely missed the bone As the sting increases he develops a thought Ruminations of anguish and he doesn't know what Could ever be worse than a papercut on his eyelid Follow my instinct Listen to reason Look at my helmet (tell me what you think about it) Follow the watchdog Into the graveyard Look at my helmet Help me Between the envy on the one hand And the pain in his arm It's a shame they never got the joke Ha...ha...ha And his thoughts of unfulfilled demands Thoughts of a nation's thoughtless plans When he sleeps, when he sleeps When he goes to bed He escapes, he escapes And he wishes he was dead And these darkened dreams I've dream a lot The window's open but the door is locked The problem is simple, it's easy to see I have to wake up from reality
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GUILTY 02:46
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THE PROBLEM 05:06
"The problem," she said, "is useful," and said, "It's far more to pilfer than try and use your head." A plant in her hand A smile on her face Oh look out, you're doing fine And open up the door The same old good guys You've known all your life But now you'd rather eat pie Than try and use your head In Hamlet's soliloquy The poets go to bed It's safer to criticize Than try and use your head The rain falls from the sky The mud seeps through my skin I dream of my neighbors And I try to use my head The problem is clear It's ringing in your ear Just hold on and sit back And try to use your head In a vat full of soup You hang on to my scoop It's better just to disregard Than stand within a group But still you apologize The voices in my head And still I acknowledge-ize You try to use your head The rain falls from the sky The mud seeps through my skin I dream of my neighbors And I try to use my head The poets and preachers Have teeth that are rotting Their brains are of jelly To eat their swill of cotton But cynics will argue And tell them they are wrong But try not to worry And try and use your head And now you should realize The problem in your mind The plants are all dying You watered them last week The rain falls from the sky The mud seeps through my skin I dream of my neighbors And I try to use my head
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Got a card, gotta travel No cash, gotta cook No luck making the east-west connection I'm looking over Roll over, kitten's on the gravel Of the driveway of the affluent neighbor's yard Gangway, kittens unravel the yarn Oh well I put on my pack and hit the road And I had no fears about carryin' a heavy load And the railway workers on strike on down the line She's right on time and she's mine Don't go to London it's under construction Some minor repairs and some major repairs On the old topless buildings piled up with concrete The sound of the hammer echoes In my head and in my sleep When I was younger London was London Sing a song about a bridge that's underdone And overdone Don't look at the top of the houses All the stones from the chimneys are crumbling 'round my head Stand back away from the scaffolding Surrounding the building My hardhat's made of STYROFOAM My car don't got no TELEPHONE Hauling broken glass I cut my thumb Still very young and dumb Don't go to London it's under construction Some minor repairs and some major repairs On the old topless buildings piled up with concrete The sound of the hammer echoes In my head and in my sleep London is flooded and the buildings are all burning down Apparently from the fire Rebuilding the buildings to restore this historical town And continue to attract the tourists Covered with pigeons in Trafalgar Square Let me tell you there're an awful lot of pigeons there And they say there's a raven on the tower of London When I was in London everything was undone I couldn't find my way across the street But that's okay because I didn't have no one to meet Don't go to London it's undone Steve saw Fred Frith in London
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I stand in line Pushing for a higher position What about today? Let's go out and look at the garden Whoopsie-daisy Can't see my shoes Try it for a second longer But even if I win you lose I close the door and I see a Warm breeze and it lights the atmosphere Looking at the ozone layer How tall are you? What are you doing here? Still haven't learned to tap dance Some kind of mediocrity Little kid with an opportunity Little kid with a gun I got big teeth Just look at my nose Look at my hair Sit and watch it grow Socialized medicine What a dirty, evil thing Monogrammed luggage leads to An overdose of nicotine I close the door and I see a Warm breeze and it lights the atmosphere Looking at the ozone layer How tall are you? What are you doing here? Still haven't learned to tap dance Some kind of mediocrity Little kid with an opportunity Little kid with a gun
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Until the sun rises Before you even speak Since men took off their guises Every night this week When choices have been issued With indecision at its peak Three minutes 'til he's tissued Every night this week Every night this week With great and big endeavors To find the bridge you seek You'll live alone together Every night this week So now or never seniors Onions, chives and leeks Until we reach that great September Every night this week Every night this week Every night this week I'm gonna love you 'til the day I stop I'm thinking of you and I wanna be with you a lot I said every night... Every night this week.
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BOXES 03:46
Boxes and boxes of candles and tape Figuring out why he's looking at that A gentleman's prayer for a dying crusade Makes me want to go take a bath Slipping ahead while he's falling behind None of them ever thought he could do that Don't talk to the man that you're going to find Don't stop at the light up ahead Don't stop at the man that you find up ahead Don't talk to the light in your bed I'm liquidating all my assets I'm calibrating all my fears The pain is so excruciating It's hard to fight the tears Imagine the woman you'll never perceive While she steps in the hole of a place you're not at Telling lies in a room that nobody believes For a quarter, a dollar, a pound Think of an apple while you think of the mud Don't ever believe all tthe things that she says But follow your instincts to the top of the hill Remember to stay in the car Don't listen to the things that the other guy tells Or you'll travel the road too far I'm liquidating all my assets I'm calibrating all my fears The pain is so excruciating It's hard to fight the tears
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SPECIAL CITY 03:31
There's a city where I'd like to be Where they serve minors alcohol It will be a fun place to be 'Cuz I'll get drunk 'til the bars close I need my dose of alcohol But I left my I.D. at home They won't serve me here So I go to the Special City Where they'll serve me beer There's a city where I'd like to be Where everyone looks the same Everyone but me Everyone surrounds me bowing at my feet They think I'm a God but I'm really not well It's fun to be treated like an idol For absolutely nothing at all Everything is so nice and beautiful Just like the TV set from the Waltons It's a Special City of my own creation Lodged in the corners of my mind It's my home. Home sweet home. There's a city where I'd like to be When I need a touch of fantasy There's a knocking (knock-knock-knock) That's coming from my ear It's my brother poking me There are too many people in the world today For me to live on minimum wage How can I enjoy my life while I am working cashier At the Wendy's 'round the corner I have to fry up burgers and I spill shake on my shoes Oh what am I going to do when a little old lady Comes walking in asking, "Where's the beef?" I tell her I don't know, I don't know, I don't know I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
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PATIENTS 03:23
Sitting in a bed Working on an epitaph Feeling like a soldier In a world full of aftermath Heading for destruction The hell in this infirmary Taking my consent and turning Me into a memory The doctor walks in the room With his stethoscope He's got a smile on his face and says, "I've got some good news son, I'v got some bad news son..." "You get a holiday, but you're almost dead." Sitting in a cold bed heavily sedated Temperature rising to a hundred and eight And I can't stand placing my life in the hands Of someone who has never been worshipped by a band of Brainwashed suckers watching television evangelists Sitting in the office of a dentistry The age old question, the curiosity About why they always leave the room When they x-ray your teeth And dress you in a lead suit Radioactivity Oh what am I doing here Why can I not flee Psychopaths in the ward I'm here to burn and bleed My wife had a seizure and I was very ill Medicare and Blue Cross Cannot cover the bill But I can't decide if I will live or die And I often wonder why I even try They're gonna cut me open and look inside And take my organs for a ride Well I wish I never put that pink dot On my driver's license Counting backwards from a hundred To the beat of my heart Concentrating all my efforts into staying alert But my eyes are going heavy I'm falling asleep The world's going black and I'm starting to dream About rusty scalpels and doctors who say, "oops!" Surgery is over now I'm lying in a bed Relatives bend over me Praying I'm not dead Well there's a big red scar from my belly to my neck My lungs were exposed to a bunch of strangers Oh what am I doing here Why can I not flee I'm looking in the mirror Someone's staring back at me My medical insurance costs me more than what I make I give and then I give and then they take, take, take! But they just can't decide if I will live or die And I often wonder why they even try They're gonna cut me open and look inside They're gonna take my organs for a ride Well I wish I never put that pink dot On my driver's license
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Last week when I said I was out You told yourself you shoulda known better Your Irish fisherman's sweater lost its clout But this week since you left for the coast I've taken back my letters and my numbers Your Asian Indian summers in the post And the mailman retired and you've eaten your Phil And the milkman was fired and you're still on the pill But then Talia Shire and Agnes Demille say Someone's got to do the thing for Jill Out west where the winters are warm Your mother and your daughter go shopping It's Hollywood bed-hopping true to form Scrap books holding marbles and string Enlisted for the use of another Parisian Don Juan lover, American king And you're counting your sheep and your hand's in the till And El Gato's asleep on the windowsill still But then Meryl Streep and Sarah Purcell say Someone's got to do the thing for Jill
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MARGOT 05:54
There she is, wearing that herbal gown Wearing my heart around her neck The clock strikes twelve, the piano strikes a dissonant chord And her smile strikes a distant chord She's at it again She's takin' me 'round the block She's more than a friend She's the pick of the crop Here she comes, makin' all the guys hot It kinda scares me to think that it's me she's got She gave me her soul, it was really the most She gave me her heart, it was bloody and gross I'm pinching my arm This must be a crazy dream She's loaded with charm Someone tell me her name Margot

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released August 8, 2020

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LAWSUIT Davis, California

Once upon a time there was a band named Lawsuit. It was a 10-piece band, known for its quirky lyrics and its energetic live shows.

The band played up and down California, were popular at the UCD Whole Earth Festival, had a standing last-Friday-of-the-month gig at Hotel Utah in San Francisco, and were regulars at the Palms Playhouse when it was in Davis, Ca.

The band broke up in 1996.
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