Letters

by Crash Basket

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(pssst... there's a hidden track if you download the whole album)

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released May 1, 1995

Paul Roub - guitar, vocals; Dillon Partin - bass, vocals; Marshall Willner - drums

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Track Name: Proud
The wonders of the world
So many books to say you've read
So many sheets to say you've slept on
And ran off without a trace

The wonders of the world
So many times to claim you've bled
And tried to die for all the sins
Of someone you can't place

Falling back on your little-girl act
I thought you'd worn that out
There's at least a thousand born every minute
And I'm sure you know one when you see one
You ain't saying shit, but you're saying it loud

You must be proud

The lessons you have learned
Like falling where it's soft
Dressing down to expectations at the lost and found
The lessons you have learned
Like how and when to cough
To grab some pity, make it last
And spread it all around

You'll fall right back on your helpless act
When the next one throws you out
There must be millions born every minute
And I'm sure you know when when you smell one
You ain't saying shit but you're saying it loud

You must be proud

You can't hide me, can't hide from me
You can't turn me off

The wonders of the world
So many books to say you've read
So many beds
So little time

The wonders of the wonders
Of the times I wish you'd bled
Or maybe just die for all the sins
Of someone you just can't face
Track Name: I'm So Alternative
I'm so alternative
Check my punk rock sneer
Copped it from a pictorial
In "Maximum" late last year

I'll smash my gear on cue
I've done this all before
Got the spot marked
Right here on the floor

I'm ultra-fast, and ultra-cool
And I'm so much smarter than you

I'm so alternative
How ya like my pout?
Just like that guy from Boston
I wore that record out

You know Neil Diamond
Could be king today
I always kinda liked
Gary Puckett anyway

I'm ultra-fast, and ultra-cool
And I'm so much smarter than you

I'm so alternative
Your feeble brain wouldn't understand
Now pardon me while I pontificate
On everything that's wrong about your band

I hate the stars so much
I named my album after them
I wish I never had to do
An interview again (quote me)

I'm ultra-fast, and ultra-cool
And I'm so much smarter than you