Fuzzy Waters

by Brooms

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Recorded March 2013 at Gradwell Studios
Additional tracking at home and at Bergman's Studio
Engineered/Mixed/Mastered by Dave Downham
Co-engineered by Matt Weber

Huge thanks to Dave D, Bergman, Our Folks, Aaron B, Ben S, Corey G, James D, Greg C, Brett H, Jehydon, Ross B, Jen C, JP C, and Steve C

Photograph & Design by Aaron Binaco

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released November 14, 2013

Brett Crudgington - wurlitzer, piano, organ, horn & string arrangements
Matt Cascella - voice, drums, toaster

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Kevin Moehringer - trombones
Raymond Mason - tuba, trombone
Sly Onyejiaka - clarinet
Peter Sparacino - baritone saxophone
Jeremy Lamb - cello
Jason Walter - violin
Ross Brunetti - Captain Steve
Anais Blondet - Kids, Angry Latina

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Track Name: Wobbly Knee
You’ve really outdone yourself this time
Oh man I don’t know what to say to you (Fuzzy!)

Whoa whoa wobbly me
I can’t really stand
On my wobbly knee
Just for one second
If I was sure of anything
It’s knowing that I can be
Just a wobbly knee

There’s a steam train always in my brain
There’s a fuzzy man floating where I usually bathe
His name Fuzzy Waters, don’t clog my drain
Stop picking on my insides
You’re sticking to my brains

Whoa whoa wobbly me
I can’t really stand
On my wobbly knee
Just for one second
If I was sure of anything
It’s knowing that I can be
Just a wobbly knee

There’s a rollercoaster rolling through my grave
I can’t ever get to sleep
Cause you ate all my sheep
Now my dreams get stuck in your teeth
Without those things I’m a babbling speech
Well I could’ve done better
Could’ve done better I guess
But I thought we made a rock song
I thought we all could sing along (I guess)

It goes whoa whoa whoa wobbly me
I can’t really stand on my wobbly knee
Whoa whoa whoa wobbly me
I can’t really stand on my wobbly knee
Just for one second
If I was sure of anything
It’s knowing that I can be
Just a wobbly knee
Track Name: Front of the Plane
Slide right
Don’t leave any slack
Don’t give me those sad eyes
We always keep the dogs in the back
Why are you still looking at me?
Draw the see-through curtain
Make sure their coffee’s cold and black

It’s the front of the plane
It's the front of the plane

Wash me with your towel ’til I’m clean
Then kick off those tube socks
We always smell of soup stalk
My oh my I’m trying to rest my eyes
But Captain Steve has his own
Comedy show (oh no)
If we’re going down
Don’t crash me on the ground
I need to look my best
Heaven knows this face is blessed

I’m going down on top
I’m going down on top
I’m going down

It’s the front of the plane
It's the front of plane
(give me what I need!)
Track Name: Something Happened Along the Way
Little arrow point the way
Back when grass grew
On every point of view
Bright futures always blind
My eyeball bugging out
Something happened along the way

Sorry for the assholes
Who chirp in the tree
Or the window washers wishing windows
Never got clean
If you’re happy and you know it
Don’t show it to me

Little shits point the way
Back when most knew
How to spoil attitude
Bright futures always
Blind eyes fear for ocean tides
And street parades under raging skies
I’m not always on my mind
I’m not always
Little arrows point the way
Back when grass grew
On every point of view
Before we all got bruised
My eyeballs bugging away...

Sorry for the assholes
Who chirp in the tree
Or the window washers wishing windows
Never got clean
If you’re happy and you know it
Don’t show it to me

Something happened along the way
Track Name: Lazy Ass
My lazy ass
My lazy ass
Think I’ll sit for a bit
On my lazy ass
Hope I don’t have a kid
Who’s a lazy ass
What a lazy ass
He’ll make trips to the market and
Vacuum my carpet
For my lazy ass
For my lazy ass (get em boy)

We’re all just the laziest of lazies
Maybe we can tie each other
Down to the ground
We’ll find comfort in company and
Bask in mediocrity
Don’t walk to work
Or join a team
We’ll flex for fun
Feel nothing in-between

My lazy ass
La la la
My lazy ass
La la la
Hope I find a lady
Who’s fine with being lazy
She’s the greatest ass!
She's the greatest ass!
We’re all just the laziest of lazies
Maybe we can get it together
Someday
Someway
No way
Track Name: Florida
Florida
Don’t go
Florida
Don’t go
Stop closing your eyes
When everything’s fine
In Florida stay close

I’ve been around
I’ve seen every town in this great state
What a great place
Shaped like a broken nose
Where everyone knows my middle name
There’s a football game
In every family room

Kids just waste away
In parking lots
No parking spots at the mall
Palm trees blow off the fall

Don't go
Don't go

Golf carts buzzing in my head
Surfer’s stock the sharks with legs
No red cause your tan is exquisite
Get your croc out from my garden’s (not a bed)
Tell a friend
Here the deep end never ends
When I get old enough
I’ll ride a bus to Florida
Florida
That’s where I turn to dust
Track Name: Peach Pits
I don’t know what you’re looking for
I don’t know what you need baby
I don't know what you need

It sure isn’t me
I can tell by the way you dress
And how you’re never on time
But the twinkle in your eye
Makes me feel alright
Like I could die
And my folks would never bat an eye

I don’t know what you’re looking for
I don’t know what you need baby
I'm sure it isn't me

Stop packing up your life so tight
Your worries worry me all night
You could use some wiggle room
You just tucked me into your breast pocket
Cause you knew I’d need the warmth (half the time)
And that’s good enough for me
I know you’re hanging out with what’s his face
And drinking shakes at your favorite place
(I thought I was your fucking favorite place)
You always talk about yesterday
Like I was born on yesterday
It’s just so sad
When the past is all you have

I don’t know what you’re looking for
I don’t know what you need
And I don’t know what I mean with
Heyhoyougottago
Track Name: On Shoe Boxes
Where you going?
And for how long?
I don’t mind coming
I can be your carry on
Oooh if I showed up at your front door
Would you let me stay?
I’d sleep in your closet
On all them shoe boxes
And during the week if you’re having guests
I will try my very best
To fit in with fabrics
To fill all your glasses
One day we’d figure it out
One day with you

Where you going?
(I already told you)
Well that's a long time
(yeah I know it is)
I’m a fool for coming
(yes, yes you are)
I don’t fit as carry on

One day sounds so far away
So I’ll let you go for now
Track Name: Have Kids
Lady with the baby
Your belly is all the rage
Yeah I’d have one too
It’d give me something to do
Your husband the boxer
Keeps sadness in a locker
Street’s filling up with your chipmunks
I’m happy for you
I'm happy (wahoo)
But how many more can you make?
How many more does it take
To feel alive?

Should I have kids today?
With you my dear?
My fear’s come true today
Devoured by a kid parade

I hit another deer
The other night with my car
So I made a stew
For you and your brood
How do you give your love
To everyone at this table
When leftovers never linger

Your husband's always walking
Around my block
His head on the sidewalk
He knows what waits back home
(waaaaaawa!)

Lady with the baby
Your belly is all the rage
But how many more can you make?
I think it’s time for a break

Should I have kids today?
With you my dear?
My fear’s come true
Having a kid sounds nice
We can cry together at night
Track Name: Beach Ego
Let’s find a place to put our things
Yeah any spot here works for me
Between the cracks and cleavage
Dudes crushing cans
Floating creeps taking a peak

Why can’t you see what I see
Why can’t you hear

You’re always reading the same book
It’s hard to turn the page with castles closing in
A half-assed mote
A leftover sandwich
Broken bottles coat the coast
I really like talking to you
But this Frisbee keeps cutting through
Is this kid aiming for my forehead (or what)?
His parents really need a break
Maybe they’re hoping for a wave to show
And sweep their son away

Why can’t you see what I see
Why can’t you hear
With some sand in your ears
You don’t listen
So listen to me

Don’t crush my beach ego babe
Don't crush my beach
Track Name: Garage Doors
You gave me hope and some notes in my throat
Did I ever give you something worth mentioning?
You gave me afternoons I looked forward to
Never told you but I fixed the blinds

Now garage doors wont open for me

You made my heart beat just like an overgrown teen
Really did I ever give you something worth mentioning?
You made me walk for days until a shortcut gave
Never told you but I’m fixed

Now garage doors wont open for me
Track Name: Fuzzy Funeral
Fuzzy why’d you die on me?
Fuzzy now my days are free
I always thought we’d be forever
On and on until whenever
Forever’s not a place it seems

I’m sorry no one showed
The sun was catching a cold
Minister dressed in PJs
Kept talking about the mess you made
And no one ate the food
Cracked dishes remind them of you (oh Fuzzy)

I got up there with my tears
Wept my way to the moon
Couple coughs in the back
So much laughter in the front
Why don’t they feel for me?

Fuzzy why’d you die on me?
Fuzzy now my days are free
I always thought we’d be forever
On and on until whenever
Forever’s not a place it seems

I’ll go home
Pretend I’m not alone
Mosey around in the attic
Play with the TV’s static
Wash the dirty plate
Watch the neighbor pull in late
And think of all the ways
To fill up all my days
Think of all the ways
To fill up all my days
Think of all the ways
To fill up all my days