Mister Tim
the Funky Introvert
release: Feb 15, 2014

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Mister Tim: the Funky Introvert

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1. Beatnick


Beatnick

Sitting in the rain reading a copy of the New York Times

Neat Trick

Spitting out politics line by line in three-four rhyme


Beatnick

Savory soup man slinking out the door

Sweet Chick

Easy on the eyes, fun to have around, but rotten to the core

 

Beatnick

Breaking down walls with guttural calls and a hip symphonic sound

Fleet Brick

Pick up the pieces from the places he has fallen on the ground


2. Bang on the Door

Bang on the Door

Let me out, let me out; let me in, let me in;

There’s a man over there and he’s wearing my skin

Let me out, let me out: I bang bang bang on the door

A little comedy never hurt anybody

Keep your eyes off of the man with the easy money

Let me out: I bang bang bang on the door

I think it’s time for some serious winnowing

Whining, whinnying, guppy and minnowing

Give me back my marrow: I bang bang bang on the door

Get a load of spices, get a laundry load of chic

Get a gastric glut of gnarly get a garrison of geek

Send in the clowns: I bang bang bang on the door


I bang bang bang on the door


You got your green grass

You got your red car

You got your corn gas

You got your bright star

You got the right rates

You got a family full of picture perfect plants


You got a suit coat

You got a white smile

You got your scape goat

You got your miracle mile

You’re not a cheapskate

Is it a right to be the one who wears the pants?


Singing along you sing wrong and that’s what makes you right


Sucker punch with a ballerina shotgun

Trust in the Dude we conclude he has got one

Gimme some air: I bang bang bang on the door

With your heart in your head and your head in your hand

As the centuries fade into futures of sand

Give it up: I bang bang bang on the door


I bang bang bang on the door


HIT IT AGAIN



3. Are You Satisfied? (pt. 1)


Here’s a dream of clearer skies:

I see them play after ritual gunfights

Here’s a postcard from the land of milk and honeycrisp cereal

Here’s a dream of tanned and toned:

Feather dance, shiny chrome for a hot night

Here’s a speech from famous bearded man promising miracles

Here’s a dream of clearer skies


4. Momma, Poppa


Momma, don’t cuss me out that way

I gottalot on my mind today

Cuz the oil is leaking and the waves do roll

And what’s gonna happen to my poor, lost soul?

What’s in the ocean?  What’s in the sky?

Where do we come from?  Why do we die?

          My poor heart is nigh unto breaking

          Am I free or am I mistaken?

Poppa, don’t you be cross with me

I’m just trying to figure out what kind of man I should be

Cuz a man is a man but whatever you do

There’s always someone there who's gonna lie to you

If you’re smoking and you’re drinking and you’re running around

How can you fly with your feet on the ground?

          My poor heart is nigh unto breaking

          Am I free or am I mistaken?


(chorus)

A wella momma, a wella poppa

Wontcha tell me something to make me feel better

Tell me bout a love as big as a mountain

Tell me bout youth that springs from a fountain       

          My poor heart is nigh unto breaking

          Am I free or am I mistaken?


Momma, Poppa I understand:

Keep your heart on your sleeve and your head in your hand

Let the rainbow warm you when your skin grows cold

And pay off the reaper with a pot of gold.

You gotta dig around for money and a sure employ

Buy flowers from Helen at the gates of Troy

          My poor heart is nigh unto breaking

          Am I free or am I mistaken?


(chorus)


5. Monument


Weave line by line into cloth

Food and firmament feed and flame for moth

Flakes of calico crumbs of cinder and stone


A crack a monument of your own


Leave little lines in the path

Prints of traveling levity and wrath

Flakes of silicone stacked a pillar and stone


A crack a monument of your own


In the shadow of a swift approaching night

Fear and wonderment combine in failing light

Stuttered palpitations flicker in a dream

And at last your thoughts unblock into a stream

And a hum of something distant, something sweet

And another river rushes past your feet

And a bank of clouds invites you for a ride

And at last you have a memory to hide


Who goes alone into mist

Tall and sinewy, bolden egotist

Flakes of sediment carve a visage of stone


A crack a monument of your own


To Elderad' do you climb

Build a battlement, lead you out of time

Flakes of hexagon ceremony of stone


A crack a monument of your own


(the secret)

6. The Fire That Consumes Your Eyes


The fire that consumes your eyes is more than I can stand

My fingers resting paralyzed imprisoned in your hand


The undeveloped sweet bouquets lie dry within my mouth

A tightened grip on fingers keeps the fear from slipping out


7. I Have Become


I have become a compulsive chewer of gum

I have become the people’s champion

          I have invested my blood and my soul          

          I had a heart where there now is a hole

I have become a compulsive chewer of gum


I have become a compulsive teller of lies

I could kill a man with a bag of week-old French fries

          I made it rain with a pen and pearl

          I have become the destroyer of worlds

I have become a compulsive teller of lies


I have become a destructive machine

Not pretty to watch but it keeps the can clean

I have become the one you will not set free


I have become a skilled digester of trash

I’ll masticate yours, but you have to pay me in cash

Not a profession for stalwart or brave,

Digging up secrets you take to your grave

I have become a skilled digester of trash


I have stood up for the small and the weak
    I have been honest with tongue in my cheek
I have become the one you will not set free

I put all my troubles in a little square patch

That I wear on my arm so I know where to scratch

I am the one you will not set free


8. There Must Be Something More To This


There must be something more to this than anything I’m feeling

There must be something more to this than anything I know


9. Fly


Fly on the wings of love, the wings of the heart


The heart is a child

The heart is the soul

The heart is a muscle we struggle to keep in control


No man is an island

Try as we might to float upright in stormy seas


Happy is the man who suffers

Sing about love and sing about the lonely

Absence makes the heart grow lighter

Sing about love and sing about the memory


Fly


10. Intermission / Introduction

(no lyrics)

11. Full Set of Heartbreaks


I got a full set of heartbreaks:

Grade A

Blue Ribbon

Gold-plated happy kind of

Genuine, certified, old-blood, dignified, basket case, take the cake, kick you in the stomach kind of heartbreaks

I’m falling in love with heartbreaks

I appreciate your willingness to propagate misinformation

Bad enough you broke my heart; you now design to break my

EVERYTHING!

Shakespeare wrote about tragic, and comic, and magic, and all’s well that ends well

I don’t understand the message you’re sending

I don’t dare demand Shakespearian ending


I got a heartbreak of every shape and size, of every color

A heartbreak every time I tell her that I love her

A heartbreak every time I look in her direction

Another shiny heartbreak I can add to my collection


12. Fine, Fine Line


­There’s a fine, fine line between a change of heart and heart disease

You’ll wait a long, long time for love if you’re expecting Hercules

And if you change the combination on the lock box on your heart

Then you can wish away the strays that try to rent you a la carte

          Why look for love where you cannot find it?

          Love walks away if you do not mind it


If you multiply your time you’ll move among them sight-unseen

But you’re a touch re-touched and airbrushed on the cover of a magazine

You spend days and days a-gazin’ at your long-haired hammer man

But the credits roll in time to match your attention span

          What good is love if you do not choose it?

          Love walks away if you do not use it


There’s a fine, fine line between delusion and a dream

Both burn on a hot, hot scale

Dreams heal and delusions land you up in jail

It takes a long, long time to help your head and heart agree

No love in the heart for brain

The head laughs at every heart-felt pain

Big hopes leave a pretty stain


All your walking back and forth will only make your signals crossed

Cuz seven out of seven experts think you might be lost

We’re gonna err and err alike confusing myths for mysteries

And we burn and learn and burn circuits and soliloquies

          Why look for love where you cannot find it?

          Love walks away if you do not mind it


13. Outdated


Outdated                 Created        

No Borders            Face forward

Subzero                 Conspiro            

Feet running         Out gunning


In fire red skies     Where Eagles dare

With Iron lungs     They rip the air

Fly into the storm     Fly up to the sun

Spread you wings but you will

Fall too fast, fall too fast


Softlanding        Grandstanding

Collision               New prison

Outdated                 Deflated       

He ordered           Face forward


Layer of blue upon blue upon blue stretching out over green

Hurling a fistful of wildflowers into the sky

Touching on something untouched, something older than whispers of sand

Oh, too far to walk to, too far to run to,

Too far to think of, to far to dream of,

Too far to be real


Returning            Eyes burning    

Breathe shallow       New gallows

Outdated                 Deflated       

He ordered           Face forward


14. Fire Can



What can fire do that we have not already done?
What good is lying when there is no shading from the sun?
    Pull the curtain back to see outside
Fire can warm you when all of your friends are gone
          
What use is smiling when there is nothing to smile about?
What good is an idiot’s grin when the idylls of kings are frozen in your mouth?
    Pull the curtain back to see outside
Fire can warm you when winter is blustering

Word by word they close you out                             
Stone by stone they close you down
    Pull the curtain back to see outside
Fire is never that good for investing in

A man, a plan, a panoramic seizure
A dame, a flame, a claim that no one sees her
    Pull the curtain back to see outside
Fire can hold you and heal you and horrify

        The Cannibals kicked me out for eating crackers in bed
        The Animals voted me off with a boot to the head

            There’s something burns in all of us
            Fear is a block to belief but we’re choosing believing in spite of it
            There’s something burns in all of us
            Reluctantly throwing a blanket in front of our lantern so nobody sees that we’re
                    wearing the same clothes as last year
                                so everyone thinks that we’re quality cool

                                                Cool beyond belief
                                                So cool leave you gasping for air

There’s no truth more potent than fire that’s burning you
It takes a bold, bold soul to convince themselves fire can absolve you of all that you ever do
    Pull the curtain back to see outside
Fire will crush all your dreams of infinity

Put that fire back in the can
Put that fire back in the can
    Pull the curtain back to see outside

        You cannot live the fire
        You cannot drink the fire
        You cannot touch the fire
        You cannot hold the fire can

                        Did you really mean it when you told me that you loved me?
                        Did you really mean it when you told me that you’d leave me?

15. A Question, A Tiger


Two nervous figures stand in midnight hall in darkened land

The thickness of the blackness hides the content of their hand

A question crouched between them like a tiger before dawn:

Would the morning find them or would one of them be gone?


16. Tango


It's hard for me to believe that a creature that size

Could hide in the back of my mind

So many years only now to appear

Dredged up from the bottom of the muck

And don’t you know that such a sneaky little guy

Knows exactly the places to pry

The places to poke the stitches to untie

The long-forgotten hates and buried loves and disappointments

Oh, regrets upon regrets upon regrets


Oaah


(chorus)

You hug like a cactus you kiss like a snake

And I beg for more til my sanity breaks

Your bitter solution is making me dry

You soothe like a handful of sand in my eye


A groggy sailor is the perfect one to captain your brigade

A sour apple makes the perfect glass of cherry lemonade

Don’t let the tax collector take away the wishes of your heart

The hardest journey never ends if you never dare to start


This guy knows exactly the places to pry

The places to poke the stitches to untie

The bitter memories of monotonic failures on repeat and on repeat and on repeat and on repeat


Oaah


(chorus)


17. Are You Satisfied? (pt. 2)


Tell me girl: are you satisfied?

Is he everything that he advertised?

Does he hold you close? Does he treat you right? Go on tell me girl: are you satisfied?

Does he raise his voice? Does he work his pride? Does he show respect when his glass is dry?

Does he keep you warm when he’s out at night? All I wanna know: are you satisfied?

Does he look at you with his glazed eyes? Does he give you much for your sacrifice?

is it worth the time? Is it worth the fight? Tell me girl: are you satisfied?


18. Bubbles


Bubbles are floating out across the blue sky drifting off to somewhere

Trouble is boiling up from underneath the desert sod

Not sure what we built these houses upon


Carving initials into forest branches, claiming and proclaiming

Starving we traded our diseases for their native lands

Not sure what we built these houses upon


Nothing compares to the feeling of living inside of the bubble

Nothing prepares you for taking the plunge into numb


You will feel nothing: everyone smiling to keep out the cold

You will feel nothing


19. Stick Around


Stick around for a little while you might see something you like

All that glitters is gold if you’ve got the gold to pay the price


Stick around for a little while you might see something you like

Superstitions are fine but a paranoia’s twice as nice


    You stay here long enough you won’t remember the lies

    You won’t believe your eyes

    The change is superficial   

    You stay here long enough just give your body the news

    Time to adjust your views

    To something artificial


Stick around for a little while you might find something to take

If you got money to burn come and burn it in a better place


Stick around for a little while you might find something to take

You’re throwing bad after good, lace your booties up and give it chase


    You stay here long enough you won’t remember the lies

    You won’t believe your eyes

    The change is superficial   

    You stay here long enough just give your body the news

    Time to adjust your views

    To something artificial


Stick around for a little while you might see something you like