Down On Crow

by Violet Mice

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    A fab single from the extremely imminent album Burque Spirit! With extraneous B-Side (an old favorite).

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Recorded, et al between June 2010 and April 2011.

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released 01 May 2011
Ian McDuffie: Words, Music, Instruments.

Jacob Strick: Production, Mixing (Down On Crow. You're Not Nice I did myself, can't you tell [he's better, no?]).

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tags: alternative metal pop rock shoegaze alternative gothic indie pop rock twee Chicago

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Another was me walking around a house (that was mine, but wasnt, you know how that goes), and I had shaved my beard, and was reading The Great American Novel by Philip Roth instead of the book Im reading now, in protest of something I didnt know.

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Track Name: Down On Crow
Mom & Dad know that there were all-knowing curves,
and all I want to say is "This road is getting long."
It's hard to find the way to go,
when you can't tell left from right,
but north or south we try to go,
while certainly heading east or west.

Woo hoo hoo hooua
Woo hoo hoo hooua
I don't see the reason to be vexed,
Woo hoo hoo hooua
Woo hoo hoo hooua
We'll get there soon, just follow that car!
Woo hoo hoo hooua
It looks familiar,
Well, yes it does, they must be going there, too.

And soon we're all inside the door,
and all the people gather 'round,
and as I shake hands awkwardly,
I think I hear someone else come in.
I turn around, see who it is—
and it's you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you!
I can't even start to trust my eyes!
I give my Dad a knowing look,
and take a gulp of this tart martini,
he mouths to me, "son, I'm sorry."
I try to think about how many limes there are in this—
but, then I turn around.
And say "Hello. Well, hey, how are you?"

Woo hoo hoo hooua
"I'm fine," you say.
"It's been awhile." "Well, yes it has."
Woo hoo hoo hooua
"I hear you've got a special someone." "Well, yes I do."
Woo hoo hoo hooua
"News goes quickly." "Well, yes it does."
"I guess we better go inside, right now."

Pack a suitcase, shoot a sidewinder.
If that's what you need.
It don't mean much to me.
You aim it where you please.
You keep it with your soul...

Maybe I'm just hard to please,
but everyone seems a little bit happier than me,
why am I so hard to please?
And why does it mean so much to me?
Why do I always use this night to prove my humanity?
I guess it really means that much to me.
But you knew it all,
I kept getting glimpses of how much greater we could be.
(That old summer's dream of 'you and me.')
But so it goes, I'm stuck as it is, and it's not very much.
But Oh! It goes, you remind me of how I don't want to have to go Down On Crow!

I'm not down there much anyways,
but Oh, I miss you.
I guess that's as much as I'll figure it out,
but it'll never happen.
You know, and I know, and You know it well—
it'll never happen.
It's better off this way,
this way,
this way.

Hoo!