KIND OF BROWN - 1991

by LAWSUIT

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.

      name your price

     

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
02:58
6.
7.
8.
05:42
9.
03:26
10.
05:28
11.
02:46
12.
05:06
13.
14.
15.
16.
03:46
17.
03:31
18.
03:23
19.
20.
05:54

credits

released October 11, 2014

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

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.
... more

contact / help

Contact LAWSUIT

Streaming and
Download help

Track Name: HEART ATTACK OF LOVE
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
Track Name: BOTTLES OF CHANCE
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
Track Name: BOXES Y BOXES
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
Track Name: OH BOY
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!
Track Name: THE MONSTERS SONG
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
Track Name: I LOVE ROBERT DENIRO
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
Track Name: FUNNY
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
Track Name: UGLY BUTT
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!"
Track Name: SONG #1
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
Track Name: THE PROBLEM
"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
Track Name: DON'T GO TO LONDON (IT'S UNDER CONSTRUCTION)
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
Track Name: THE AMAZING WORLD OF HUMBLE BUMBLE
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
Track Name: EVERY NIGHT THIS WEEK
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.
Track Name: BOXES
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
Track Name: SPECIAL CITY
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
Track Name: PATIENTS
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
Track Name: THE VELMA PAPERS
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
Track Name: MARGOT
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