1. |
Chain Smoking Girl
05:14
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[First Verse]
Night drapes the sky
You close the doors
Close the blinds
We have an undercover discussion
Maybe get down with a little lovin’
Tonight, in this bed
Hands holding hands
Perfect match
To light a cigarette
[Chorus]
If this is what you want
Then don’t let me get in your way
Oh, no no no
Freedom’s just a word
Oh, Lord
For being enslaved
By a chain smoking girl
[Second Verse]
Smoke fills the air
I can’t tell if you care
Mixed signals and hazy positions
Leave me choking on the indecision
In my bed all alone
Sleeping with my phone
On high
Helps me get through the night
[Chorus]
If this is what you want
Then don’t let me get in your way
Oh, no no no
Freedom’s just a word
Oh, Lord
For being enslaved
By a chain smoking girl
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
If this is what you want
Then don’t let me get in your way
Oh, no no no
Freedom’s just a word
Oh, Lord
For being enslaved
By a chain smoking girl
Smoking girl
Smoking girl
Smoking girl
Smoking girl
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2. |
The Roll Along Song
04:04
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[Chorus]
I said I’m going to change my ways, yeah
Strike a different pose
And paint a different face
On a different frame
Call it “new age”
It’s all the rage
To be changing what you’ve made
But you made a life
And may get it stuck
Release that break and roll along
Roll Along
[First Verse]
I used to drink to think
And puked my thoughts
In a ceramic sink
And rinsed those stains
Down the drain
But those were in my darker days
Per se
And now a white light
Breaks through the shades
Illuminating
My opaque gaze
[Chorus]
So I’m going to change my ways, yeah
Strike a different pose
And paint a different face
On a different frame
Call it “new age”
It’s all the rage
To be changing what you’ve made
But you made a life
And may get it stuck
Release that break and roll along
Roll Along
[Second Verse]
I used to date my fate
Bury my thoughts
In a shallow grave
Laid wilted flowers
On my life's plot
But there will come
A circumstance
That snaps you out of your
Downtrodden trance
A pretty girl
Wants a slow dance
[Chorus]
So I've come to change my ways, yeah
Strike a different pose
And paint a different face
On a different frame
Call it “new age”
It’s all the rage
To be changing what you’ve made
But you made a life
And may get it stuck
Release that break and roll along
And Roll Along
And Roll Along
Well, Roll Along
And sing a brand new song
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3. |
Yugoslavia
03:59
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[First Verse]
Once dismissed as dark and drab
Light breaks in and reflects back
The citadel rises now
And makes you wonder, well
Is anything impossible at all?
[Chorus]
It’s coming full circle
Well, I suppose
The feeling comes until it goes
And in the wake
Of my failed and fractured state
I lay these prayers upon this page
[Second Verse]
The fortress walls they are cracked
And downed defenses welcome attack
Temptation waits on my soul
And I’ll either hold or fold, but
Oh, the poor penitence I pay
With my wicked ways
[Chorus]
It’s coming full circle
Well, I suppose
The feeling comes until it goes
And in the wake
Of my failed and fractured state
I lay these prayers upon this page
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
It’s coming full circle
Well, I suppose
The feeling comes until it goes
And in the wake
Of my failed and fractured state
I lay these prayers upon this page
[Ending]
It’s coming full circle
Now I believe
How unorthodox of me
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4. |
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[First Verse]
Mrs. Ramil
She is in love
With the receptionist
Looking fine and acting tough
She’s got a crush
But she keeps it way too hushed
Yes, she will blush
But her silence is not enough
[Pre-Chorus]
She’s a Balkan speaking Serbian
And I know she knows English too
So I wish she’d just tell him
God please tell him
Give him a good talkin’ to
But she won’t budge
She will not break
Missing out on love is her mistake
It’s a piece of cake
Just go on take it
If it’s love you’ve got to make it
[Chorus]
[Second Verse]
Mrs. Ramil
She is so shy
By lighted charcoal
There’s a sparkle in her eye
Lights up the sky
At three a.m. at night
The nights are white
I think it is a sign
[Pre-Chorus]
But she’s a Balkan speaking Serbian
And I know she knows English too
So I wish she’d just tell him
God please tell him
Give him a good talkin’ to
But she won’t budge
She will not break
Missing out on love is her mistake
It’s a piece of cake
Just go on take it
If it’s love you’ve got to make it
[Chorus]
[Outro]
And if you really want love
You’ve got to chase it from the start
But you cannot be greedy
You’ve got to take it part by part
Cause it’s a gradual process
It’s a flick of your wrist
It’s a ring on your finger
Or it’s your first kiss
It’s what you want only if you will
Mrs. Ramil
It’s what you want only if you will
Mrs. Ramil
It’s what you want only if you will
Mrs. Ramil
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5. |
American Road
03:47
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[First Verse]
Oh, well, I light a cigarette
To choke on the smoke
My cough laughs so loudly
But I’m broke like a joke
The man in the tie
Keeps his dress pants clean
But his wife doesn’t know
Of the women he has seen
He says now “True love
It rarely shows
But you ain’t never been on
American Road"
[Second Verse]
Well, I keep on clappin’
But I’m not quite sure what for
I wipe and drag my feet
Only to find dirt on the floor
Susie plays a waitress
Bottom wage at the bar
She claims she’s an actress
And that dreams don’t get you far
She says,”Life, yeah
It’s pretty cold
But you can finding meaning on
American Road"
[Third Verse]
And I square dance down the street
To the singing of a mime
He’s stuck in some French ice box
And frozen for all time
There’s some hipsters hating hobos
And beatniks blaming bums
Until the NRA comes waltzing down
Waving all my guns
And Charlton Heston
He says, “Hello! Welcome son to
American Road!”
[Instrumental]
[Fourth Verse]
And there’s a presidential fool
Preaching at the crowd
But the congregation’s deaf
Because his ego’s much too loud
I walk a fine line
And the gypsies love to dance
I read the Bible
And the abide to Kerouac
They say, “The rhetoric, it’s getting bold!
But the truth lies on
American Road!”
[Fifth Verse]
The smoke begins to rise
As my cigarette subsides
It’s the changing of the guard
And the rising of the tide
It’s some lazy revolution
That’ll probably never be
They claim it’s evolution
Or the creation story
“Yeah, whatever it is, it fits the mold!
But I’ll keep on riding this American Road!”
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6. |
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[First Verse]
Desdemona
Don’t you notice?
The world keeps spinning
And it’s turning us inside out
[Second Verse]
Desdemona
Don’t you know it?
We’ll climb every mountain
Just to turn around and take the fall
Into the clouds
[Chorus]
[Third Verse]
Desdemona
Don’t let it control ya
Set your own pace
And give what you got in the tank
[Fourth Verse]
Desdemona
Don’t let him fool ya
Your beauty is a prison
And the mind can be a miserable place
Filled with hate
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
And in this world of tumbleweeds
Dragonflies and willow trees
The great divide of our histories
The wars that we have known
The angels still sing on high
Under moonlight
The cowboy rides
The cosmos breathes a quiet sigh
And we are on our own
We’re all alone
[Fifth Verse]
So Desdemona
I know you know that
But love can throw daggers
And liars can pretend to be saints
It undermines our faith
[Outro]
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Aaron Tinjum and the Tangents Saint Paul, Minnesota
Zinger-Songwriter.
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