I Don't Know the Man

by Horace Pickett

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Recorded in Seattle, WA at the Milky Way Galaxy Club; In the Winter of 2010-2011. Self-produced and recorded by Deputy Jones.

Horace Pickett-lead vocals-guitar

Deputy Jones-bass-guitar-thumb piano

Emily Westman-drums-bongos-backing vocals

Mike 2-keys-guitar-synth

Johnny Unicorn-accordion-saxaphone-bass clarinet-synth-backing vocals.

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released 18 August 2011
Performed by Horace Pickett, Deputy Jones, Mike 2, Emily Westman, and Johnny Unicorn. Thanks to Ron Haight for the excellent advice and for letting us borrow some mics and cables!

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Track Name: Don't Steal My Apartment
We’re caffeine tired, we have machine stairs
With magazine flyers, and gelatin bears
Our tangerine hats have Halloween grins
These seventeen cats have seventeen twins

Don’t watch where you’re going
Don’t worry ‘bout your speed
All our dead are friends indeed

These lemonade booths have band-aid smiles
Like a saw blade tooth has hand-grenade style
I always played so practical
We shared the shade and made it magical

Don’t watch where you’re going
Don’t worry ‘bout your speed
All our dead are friends indeed
Track Name: Roulette Wheel
You tantalize my senses
you old bag of laughs
Tap into my defenses
like a telegraph
I walk in socks of sorrow
on days you have a job
Dear we can always borrow
We can always rob

I know you like to go fast
I got a car
It’s got no gas

You are a foaming canine
Sharing with me your bones
And by a junkyard stop sign
Release your pheromones

Let’s roll like a roulette wheel
Clearly our luck here is real
Track Name: I Don't Know the Man
I don't see another choice
but to trust somebody who don't trust me
and never puts their trust in a digital watch
I'll have to admit he sounded legitimate
He'd kick up his toes and I chose to forget it
Cuz' he always came back ‘til he was caught

He never split the profit of a score
I'd have take it from his underwear drawer

With 300 bucks, on top of our luck,
we were less than a mile before we got stuck
And we both ran different ways across the tracks
A payphone booth reunited us both,
Soon the flashlights followed us with every move
And he swears I'll get my share when we get back

He calls himself a treasurer by trade
He tried to take all the money we made
Glad I hid a hundred of the money we made

Surviving the dawn, my partner was gone
When cop cars started driving up my lawn
And in hard restraints he waits for me as well
"We understand you know this man,
He told us traveling with fare in hand."
They all accused, but I refused to plead guilty for a two-bit cell

He never split the profit of a score
I'd have take it from his underwear drawer
You bet I'd have to take it from his underwear drawer
Track Name: Talking Trees
I went walking I went down
a trail I’ve never seen
something whispered to my back
a tree so tall and green

“Tell me Mister, tell me please
how does it feel to talk to trees?”
I answered with a question,
“Well, do you have some good stories?”

I had figured that old boy
has not seen much out here
The woods are quiet except for storms
and then you shake in fear

“I have many I could tell,
Why this one day I nearly fell.”
He said with weary words
“I hold all kinds of birds.”

Unimpressed I moved on
and only as for me
Next time I am in these woods
I’ll just ignore the trees
Track Name: Frozen Rabies Blues
Oh my rent is due
Please may I bum off you
Come nice dog its lonely here
My love, my love
Above me was an ugly possum
but autumn always greets us lovely
blossom sweet with a sadist’s spear
My love, my love

You’re everyone I know
and your promises have fewer signs of aging
as the seasons keep on changing

The wind was sharp with a biting brush
It kissed my neck with a violent touch
Warmer now but hard to reach
My love, my love
Summer is spent like falling leaves
It seems a while we spoke like thieves
Folks, for you a dollar each
My love, my love
Track Name: Termite Tuxedos
I was sitting in the captain’s chair
Upright by the T.V. glare
And breathing lightly in the dusty air
I’m not sure when I moved, or what the medics used

I was buried when my eyes were closed
I slept too long I suppose
Now I’m occupied by tic-tac-toe
And I know all my moves so I can’t win or lose

Lying lazy in my Sunday best
Leave it heard there is peace and rest
My weather’s merry and I’m whistling melodies
As my felonies are pardoned under stones inside the garden

Termite tuxedos in my size
I got names for all those crazy little guys
Here and there, they’re in my eyes
Like the movies I can improvise
Hey, it’s night in the morning
And it’s morning at night

Lying lazy in my Sunday best
Leave it heard there is peace and rest
My weather’s merry and I’m whistling melodies
As my felonies are pardoned under stones inside the garden
Track Name: Soft Beds
What day is it?
I always forget.
My clock hasn't tocked in a bit.
Nothing ever happens, even in the wildest sea,
but soft beds are so hard to leave.
Track Name: Mr. Ramirez
Old Ramirez,
Rhine stone rugs,
Bullet holes from twenty slugs
He folds casino bills,
Tight until his wallet fills

Just outside the dancing club
On the sidewalks of undemanding love
Slow and sly, He meets our eyes
on a night he felt to inspire

He rips one hundred clean in three
Two for them, a third for me
He said, together you must stay
from parties to the darkest days
Remember if you don't you won't get paid

Old Ramirez,
Rhine stone rugs
Bullet holes from twenty slugs
He wins in many ways
Packs a piece before he plays
Remember if you don’t you won’t get paid
Track Name: There's Nothing Wrong With Breaking Someone's Heart
You told them your aim, you were cold when you came
"There's nothing wrong with breaking some one's heart."
You're in the know and figure they're as smart
"There's nothing wrong with breaking some one's heart."

No janitors gonna be ‘round to pick up all that trash
Better you diet now, cut your cholesterol in half

Your words they'll pretend they never heard
"There's nothing wrong with breaking some one's heart."
They try to stop you if they can before you start
"There's nothing wrong with breaking some one's heart."

No milk mans gonna be round to spill his every jar
Better get wiser now, read some books until you are

No need for you either to concede
"There's nothing wrong with breaking some one's heart."
All discussion had to stop when you remarked
"There's nothing wrong with breaking some one's heart."
Track Name: Gold Swings
Ten days I didn't see any rain,
playing games with nameless strangers
I'm sorry its always hard to explain what I'm saying, but I tried
With backwards hands and an awkward stance,
I stood just out of smiling sight

We'd take some photographs
and daftly laugh at half the roll,
we'd hold each other cold and shy
Our golden swing in purgatory brings us song
as long as we hang on to the sky

I worked real hard to afford a few days off,
and when I got back my call was lost
but its alright, it cost us momentum but bought us time
and when I come down I know I'll still get mine