Grandaddy - Excerpts From The Diary Of Todd Zilla [ep] (2006) by Grandaddy (보컬) on maniadb.com

Ten million pounds of plastic baby stuff there beyond the doors

Garage sale sunday and I don't know where I'm anymore

Knee-highs riding little pink bikes in the middle of the road

Garage sale sunday and I don't know where I'm anymore



Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Where I'm anymore

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Where I'm anymore



There was a punch-out

Happened at the take-out, a tweaker and a dog

It seems that the dog stole a blanket

From the tweaker in the park



But cheapshots happen

When thermometers are yellin' one-o-four

Garage sale sunday and I don't know where I'm anymore



Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Where I'm anymore

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Where I'm anymore



An icecream truck each night plays 'don't believe the hype'

For oil stained driveways with exercise equipment piled high

All this seen from a yellow lawn hittin' eighty-four

Garage sale sunday and I don't know where I'm anymore



Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Where I'm anymore

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Where I'm anymore

Branches waving madly in the air
Waving 'round like they don't even care
Last time i considered leaving here
The roads caught fire and I drank all our beer
Out here at my post I've learned a lot
I've learned that the fruit on the ground is gonna rot
There's more ATM's with air conditioning then there are birds on the wing
Out here at my post I've learned a few things
Like the sun ain't afraid to bleach out a dream
And the way that you were ain't the way that you will always be
Please believe me
Branches wave and ask for change to spare
Once I did, but now I barely care
Last time I considered leavin' town
Something dumb came up and I turned around
Out here at my post I've learned a lot
I've learned that the fruit on the ground is gonna rot
There's more ATM's with air conditioning then there are birds on the wing
Out here at my post I've learned a few things
Like the sun ain't afraid to bleach out a dream
And the way that you were ain't the way that you will always be
Please believe me
Out here at my post

On the beach, within arm's reach
There's nothin' more this shore can teach
The maltreatment of the sun
You've lost a valley son

He was down with bein' done
But now he's done with bein' down
Mis maltreatment has a sound
You've lost a valley son

You've lost a valley son
You've lost a valley son
You've lost a valley son

The engine in his heart
Gets dirty, then don't start
Man, it all just falls apart

He can't watch his other shine
As he's rottin' on the vine
This maltreatment over time
You've lost a valley son

You've lost a valley son
You've lost a valley son
You've lost a valley son

Outdated dreams have kept
Your friends around
I've seen them sad and wet
In cast off gowns
I don't know though
I've been wonderin
Who wrote that rule?
Seems a lie and
So untidy
It's downright cruel
Remember Cinderland
Once was our town
But since you went away
It's barren ground
I don't know though
I've been wonderin
Where did you go?
Seems one sided
So untidy
It's downright cruel

Siamese, Portuguese, dirty knees, look at these
Rookies around us, aren't you glad you found us?
Now if you are who you say you are, get up here to the bar
We'll plot out a plan to take down the man

We'll start with that new future superstore and steal all their
Decorative rocks, we'll fight all their rent-a-cops
And for the freeway maintainers who assist our escape
We got sandwiches, chips and cold Gatorade

We'll expose all the bicyclists who really are
DUI students who can't drive their cars
And we'll take stucco dust and wet drywall sludge
Combine 'em just right to make fuck the valley fudge

Apple bee's, Chuck E. Cheese, dirty deeds
Don't you see? 'Fuck the valley' fudge, it's my hate, my love

Nepalese, antifreeze, calories, can't you see?
'Fuck the valley' fudge, it's my hate and my love

'Fuck the valley' fudge, it's my hate and my love
'Fuck the valley' fudge, my hate, my love
'Fuck the valley' fudge
'Fuck the valley'
Fuck

Good afternoon from the bar in the mall
They sent me home from work today
But nobody told me where else to go

My boss was alright at first
But then he said that I fall behind
I like doing things my own way
And I don't take no shit from anyone

Florida
Florida
My ex-girlfriend's a model in florida
Florida
Florida
I got lots of friends in florida

Well, I got pride and it doesn't hide now
I could live at the river, fuck you
My ex-girlfriend's a model in florida
She wants me back but I don't take no shit

It's later on, once again at the bar
I picked this bad company song
And I can play it pretty good on the guitar

I feel like makin' love

Looks like I missed the god-dam bus
Do you think that I could get a ride?
I like doing things my own way
And I don't take no shit from anyone

Florida
Florida
My ex-girlfriend's a model in florida
Florida
Florida
They got lots to drink in Florida

Well, I got pride and it doesn't hide now
I could live at the river, fuck you
My ex-girlfriend's a model in florida
She wants me back but I don't take no shit

Take no shit

Just how
How many times
How many times have I sat right here and seen that skyline at twilight
And told myself I'm gonna be alright
But at the last light after saying goodbye
You can't rest at night inside your head
Yeah at that last light after sayin'goodbye
It's such a sad sight cause of what we said
(Ahh, oh)
[Whistling]
Now just how
How many times
How many times have I sat right here
And again that skyline
And again that twilight
And again tell myself i'm gonna be alright
But at that last light after saying goodbye
You can't rest at night inside your head
yeah at that last light after sayin' goodbye
It's such a sad sight cause of what we said
(Ahh)
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye