Strawberry Lyrics

Asteroids

(Lyrics: Chuck Cleaver / Music: Cleaver, Wussy)

Way out
Beyond the asteroids
That’s where you took my heart
And left it floating
In a frozen void

Pulverized

(Words: Chuck Cleaver / Music: Cleaver, Wussy)

Love is stronger than dirt
Stand up straight and tall and shout about it
Shelf life nipped in the bud
Don’t look now but now you’re sitting
In a back seat riddled with doubt
Have no fear
The fun is just beginning
Must get better than this
You say no and I feel pulverized

Is it carved in bone or set in stone
Regardless I’ve been wondering
If the ever after thing is true
Rockefeller said the word and flipped the bird
And came out thundering
Rockefeller never dealt with you

Faith gets barely a nod
Choking on a breathing apparatus
Hope gets lost in the mud
A heel print filling up with dirty water
Sun comes on like a punk
Burning off protective outer layers
Do you love me or not
You say sure and I feel pulverized

Is it carved in bone or set in stone
Regardless I’ve been wondering
If the ever after thing is true
Rockefeller said the word and flipped the bird
And came out thundering
Rockefeller never dealt with you

Love is stronger than dirt
Stand up straight and tall and shout about it
Do you love me or not
You say sure and I feel pulverized

Waiting Room

(Words: Chuck Cleaver / Music: Cleaver, Wussy)

Stand for the silent bride
Maidens in crimson drapes
Bottle it up inside
Till it explodes and washes over rows
Of everyone attending
Sad Midwestern baptist girl
Writes sorry on the mirror
Crying in bathroom
On the first night of the honeymoon
It numbs you like the colors in the waiting room

Once it was smile and wave
Someone you barely knew
Now it’s a shower and shave
And a new excuse for every time
You come in after hours
Cover blown, you try to own
Too many indiscretions
You break it off and tell him that
You’re sorry that he never knew
It hounds you like the soundtrack in the waiting room

Out on a great crusade
Under a million stars
Focusing on your face
With the lines and creases coming on
Like U.S. Grant took Richmond
Bonafide but trapped inside
A shell that says to hell with you
You pour it out
And hope that someone
Notices before it’s through
It rides you like the silence in the waiting room

Chicken

(Words: Lisa Walker / Music: Walker, Wussy)

Hiding out in the dark
With your hands around my heart
Breathing slow out of time
You’re pretty good but hard to find

Is this the last time
The last time you slip away
Is it the wise blood
The wise blood inside your veins

Alter call in the style
Of a clean collision in the aisle
A nearer miss then back again
Playing chicken where you been

Is this the last time
The last time you slip away
Is it the wise blood
The wise blood inside your veins

Grand Champion Steer

(Words: Chuck Cleaver / Music: Cleaver, Wussy)

The way that you looked at the fair
The gleam in your eyes like you’d taken a dare
Right or wrong, it was a sin not to stare
Silver the tilt-a-whirl tossed
So many times that our bearings were lost
We rolled on regardless of cost

Grand champion steer
I was waiting for wings to appear
All day long i kept holding you near
I kept holding you near

Higher the Matterhorn climbed
I’d always imagined that mountain was mine
The sides were bent so I missed every time
This is heaven the megaphone said
So many times that it went to my head
But the line moved on and the moment was dead

Grand champion steer
I was waiting for wings to appear
All day long i kept holding you near
I kept holding you near

The way that you looked, the affair
Was so goddamn obvious but I wasn’t there
Me I was off spinning life
Out of wishes and air

Grand champion steer
I was waiting for wings to appear
All day long i kept holding you near
I kept holding you near

Magnolia

(Words: Lisa Walker / Music: Walker, Wussy)

This is our last long embrace
Feathers soft against your face
You were ill-positioned in the wings
And I can’t help but watch you
In the shallow breaths between
Against the backdrop of the fires flickering

Cassie, it’s just not our night
One look at the landing site
Should tell you everything you need to know
Skim the treetops till you fall
And shatter like a mirror ball
It’s a broken down occasion our last show

I’ll miss you on the sweeter notes
Smiling as you zip your coat
Singing in the quiet spots between
This is our last long embrace
Feathers soft against your face
You were ill-positioned in the wings

Engine engine failure
Engine engine failure Thursday night

Fly Fly Fly

(Words: Chuck Cleaver, Lisa Walker / Music: Cleaver, Walker, Wussy)

I know you kinda have a taste for gutter water
I know you kinda have a thing for
Swimming in the cesspool
You really should remember that you’re someone’s daughter
Buzz away before I pull your wings off
Fly fly fly

I know you kinda have a taste for happy hour
I know you kinda have a thing for
Falling off of bar stools
You had us so convinced that you’re a fucking flower
I love you not, I love you not, I love you not
So fly fly fly

And when you wake up in the morning
You will find
Another day run down the drain
Your head is pounding
Much too hard to change your mind
And I’ve got time to kill without you in the way

I know you kinda have a taste for marijuana
I know you kinda have a thing
For suckin on a peace pipe
I guess it doesn’t matter but it really oughtta
Man, I’m really sorry but I don’t remember
Fly fly fly

Mountain of Tires

(Words: Lisa Walker / Music: Walker, Wussy)

The telephone rings - I find myself hoping
It’s my little songbird flown out the door
I’m kicking myself for leaving it open
Now he can’t sing to me anymore

The last time I saw you the yard was on fire
And my little songbird up in the clouds
Billowing smoke from a mountain of tires
Signals the end and circles around

The telephone rings and I say hello
It’s my little songbird patching me through
Blood on my face - tears on my pillow
Now I can sing it, sing it for you

Flying with them overhead
Do you miss me at all
I’m dreaming in your poster bed
As you try not to fall

Pizza King

(Words: Lisa Walker / Music: Walker, Wussy)

KOA all night or forever if you want it
We’re catching air outside the value supermarket
Not much to see but we can make it if you say so
We’re cruising Muncie, Terre Haute and Valparaiso

You’re passing the time
She’s changing her mind
You’re up in the air
She’s already there

Outside the Pizza King you tremble like an earthquake
One of the girls is going with you to the pay lake
She buttons up her shirt and passes you the can
Oh, it’s just another sunny day in Indiana

You’re passing the time
She’s changing her mind
You’re up in the air
She’s already there

Wrist Rocket

(Words: Chuck Cleaver / Music: Cleaver, Wussy)

Blow by blow by blow by blow
Looks like I was the last to know
About your bid to alter space and time
I didn’t know what you had planned
Till you removed the ampersand
From in between your name and mine

Now the wrist rocket snapped
Nearly put out my eye
I don’t know where you are
Are you still with that guy
Who settled in the first time we fell through
Does he cross all your t’s
Does he dot all your i’s
Does he tell you more believable lies
Than anything else that I could ever do

Right next door but miles apart
I’m waiting for the move to start
Your boxes packed and stacked around my feet
Unforgiving like a knife
The sad reminders of our life
Are stabbing at me as I turn to leave

Now the wrist rocket snapped
Nearly put out my eye
I don’t know where you are
Are you still with that guy
Who settled in the first time we fell through
Does he cross all your t’s
Does he dot all your i’s
Does he tell you more believable lies
Than anything else that I could ever do

Busted up and bleeding some
It’s hard to know how far we’ve come
There is no guidebook for this sort of thing
It looks as though you’ve chosen friends
And so another day begins
Along here somewhere birds begin to sing

The wrist rocket snapped
Nearly put out my eye
I don’t know where you are
Are you still with that guy
Who settled in the first time we fell through
Does he cross all your t’s
Does he dot all your i’s
Does he tell you more believable lies
Than anything else that I could ever do

Little Miami

(Words: Lisa Walker / Music: Walker, Wussy)

It doesn’t matter what you call it at all
The darkest day of our summer trip
But you don’t have to turn the lights on
The ghosts are stationed in the hall
It doesn’t matter which direction you fall

The sky breaks in two
It’s the end of you

Did you really think that you could escape it today
Over the tallest bridge in the state of Ohio
And as the ruins fall around you
You think of something quick to say
It doesn’t matter when you put it that way

The sky breaks in two
It’s the end of you

Everywhere the rocks are falling
And you are just another piece
With all the birds
That make a circle
Are you not more than one of these

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