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Fuzzy Waters

by Brooms

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1.
Wobbly Knee 02:37
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
2.
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!)
3.
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
4.
Half Kid 00:23
5.
Lazy Ass 02:25
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
6.
Florida 02:18
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
7.
Peach Pits 03:40
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
8.
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
9.
Have Kids 03:00
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
10.
Beach Ego 03:05
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
11.
Garage Doors 01:28
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
12.
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

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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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