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Every Town Needs a Cowboy

by Walter Mitty and His Makeshift Orchestra

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Wide-eyed we sit on newport beach curbs Waiting for texts of discouraging words Damn bitch shined all my calls So you can what if both your life and exist Or i can pop in my new scrubs dvd and we can laugh out loud, squirt milk through our noses and watch every episode of season three. And salvation lies in stereotypes There's something about the poor look in your eye It's telling me that I am the bad guy Well I've never felt exhaustion so much as right now and i've always loved the cold air on my bike at midnight so much that, I might possibly come over tonight And we'll lie to our parents for the rest of our lives Tell em we've never smoked and that we'll never get tattoos Baby justify my life I'm only counting on the next few seconds I'm not expecting too much to happen Tell me a story of a guy just like me Tell me he thinks with and appetite so small and tell me he'll be alright, after it all.
Sunset Blvd 02:32
I've been working myself up all day To find the guts to say hello But I know I'll make messes of all my verb tenses and lose all my senses to your golden glow Cause your the only girl I've ever met who looks lovely with a cigarette and I'm inhaling the love of this sweaty little club on the west side of hollywood I'm hoping that we both could let go And as the music takes control, we're two lonely people and as a fire burns up inside, come dance with me now Cause we don't exist outside these walls we don't have names without these songs and as the last two people alive we came to dance. Cause seven days a week we live in hell marching left right left to a slave drive song this is our only chance as far as i can tell to move like we mean it, to feel like we belong and we don't have to have our heads screwed on and we don't have to worry about the future because the future is, just the next song and as the last two people alive, oh shelby, we just might survive, if we can forget the world outside and give in to the dance
Sometimes I'm up, and sometimes I'm dining in hell But every other night I find myself at taco bell and fuck you ??? you mess with my head And if it wasn't for derivatives, I'd never fall asleep I bullshit my women, I treat them like toys cause every town needs a cowboy and its really not funny, to lose all your money to pathetic parking tickets or a new 20 sack and oooooooh its only fashion Now Brittany sits at home by the phone dropping tears saying, "its only fashion" But I thought someone had told ya, I'm a casanova Girl you got your shit together so your better than me So dont, dooooooon't don't lose that passion So now here I sit, shredded to pieces I've become who i hated when i was 14 But the world keeps on spinning The dog keeps on shitting and I think to myslef, "its so much bigger than me" ooooooh its only fashion so dont, dooooon't don't lose that passion. until the day you die.
Slither 01:52
A hot summer day spent inside watching the tv The couch totally crying "you don't know what you mean to me" Drag it out, pay your dues, are you in? gotta choose Calculate my intentions like a fucking astronaut And the black dog beside me sweating boredom by the pound Watch my day spin 360, see me slither to the ground Trace my head back to it was once last found Yea, I made some bad decisions but I'll take another round I'm and ugly mother fucker with a glare in his eye and the evil brews inside of me, right where i wanna be Dead, crucified in a modern way of life Turn my guilt into and ornament and hang it on your christmas tree Off into the night, I slither on like a calico cat in a breeder's dream Fear of rejection, a common insight, hide away in the corners, take the heat, return to my kind I accept the fact no one can think for themselve No one respects themselves, I dont respect myself Its coming on fast, this is never gunna last, tell me I'm right Its none of your concern , keep my secrets in my pockets I'm right Turn of the tide, we slither on with our lives, if the grass is always greener then I'll see you on the other side.
Hey Bird 02:51
Hey Bird, turn the radio off and come back inside, the beers are all gone The girls left with summer and we're left here to stay and work out our grudges for the rest of the day And we'll go back to those nights under living room lights, hanging with friends that we've left behind For now we'll just sit here, stuck inside, we're feeling dead but your still alive And we dated in highschool, we thought we were so cool smoking cigarettes and talkin' bout tattoos we would get when we're older when we had the cash, or the guts, to rebel. Hey Bird, the stereo's blown, we played it too loud now we're going home. Theres nothing to work towards, we've seen it all before, we're just killing time until we say goodbye, Your dead with denial from living room trials so hoist up the white flag don't live in the clouds. For now we'll just sit here on stand-by, we're glued to concrete but you still can fly. And we dated in highschool we thought we were so cool sneaking backstage at all of the shows, we never thought we'd get caught, or grow old.
Mickey Flinn's drowning in ice cold wine just to cure my hemlock appetite a little pick-me-up, a diet potion that just might do They say i gotta screw my head on tight I gotta find my way to get back in line I gotta face my fears, I wanna meet your ears more than you So tell me Why's it always rain on my parade? It could be pouring chocolate milk but I'd still feel the same cause My head feels like its a million pounds but it doesn't seem to slow me down. My soul's been searching cross the seven seas to find recipes for sweet remedies but Where a coma when you need it the most? I want my own little world cause the real one's way too cold. I gotta clear my head on a bike ride I gotta get this girl out of my mind I'm always up and down, I can't explain myself around you Hanging out with a box of moon pie Another crummy night for a crummier guy Reality is not my cup of tea, not my juice.
I've rolled down to the bottom of my col-de-sac and i've been down here for a while and I'm never going back and no maple bar or chocolate milk could ever lift me up and no donut shop or Elvgren doll could ever cheer me up Cause I'm all smooth skin, but shakey bones I'm a fever, I'm a creeper, I'm a broken hearted dreamer and I'm leaving home Now I'm a grateful guy to be living here in this place but right now, the surf and sand and sunshine seem to be spitting in my face And I am so cold, the west coast has gotten so cold, and I don't need no metaphors to say i feel like shit. So they're cutting all your dreams in two Well its my hand you have to hold on to Cause paranoia don't belong in people like me and you Truth be told, I'm only four years old and I'm packing up my things, I'm running from home I'll ride my bike to Charleston cause the people there are god-awful nice.
Its not easy being honest, Its not easy being nice and I ain't no psychiatrist, i just give good advice and its easy to get lost in all these streets with spanish names and all these house, cold and lifeless, like dead bodies, all the same and corporate assholes who need more money for nicer vacations are moving in and squeezing us all out squeezing us all out. Now I dont like your beige house, and i dont like your sound, and I don't like your culture, and I don't like your town. And how close to the heavens can we get by building up? Planned communities and office spaces, I'll be throwing up When our children and grand kids with views of construction and pictures of small blue houses saying, "hey dad, where did it all go?" where did it all go?
Theres something more to you just like a jelly donut and i've made it my mistake to pull it out There's something bout you got me low as the titanic and i've made it my goal now not to drown oh well, we learned the lesson that today can't change the fact that tomorrow's on its way Lately I've been craving someone to hold hands with someone that I'd walk home and walk her to her door I kinda wish that she'd be cute just like my pin ups I kinda wish it was 1954 oh well, we learned, that nothing stays the same pretty soon we'll both grow up and you won't even know my name If the stars in your eyes could just burn through the night then I'd burn with you If that saxophone voice softly sang like it should then I'd dance with you And if that girl in your smile just came out once a while then I'd be with you But if you wanna just talk or take walks on balboa then I'll wait for you to come around.
My Pink Bike 03:14
I can still taste you in my mouth Its kinda funny cause I'm not even thinking of you anymore Desperate, how desperate can you really be? To tell yourself that I am the same guy that you knew before But then again, aren't we all so desperate? I've given up on humans I've given up on life. I don't like change and i don't like to fight I'm just trying to keep my head afloat Economic crisis, ignore a genocide Terrorists and global warming, we're all gunna die and I'm just trying to enjoy my sunday off But we don't have the time or the money to relax Say one more word and I might cry Put more on my plate and I might die Cause i just wasn't made for these times I'm a little cowboy, cruise the streets on my pink bike


This album was recorded senior year of high school by Walter with help from Kris and various friends. It was recorded in Walter's bedroom, Kris's bonus room, and I think Mitchel's bedroom a little bit?


released April 11, 2009


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