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Yes Boss

by Graham Smith & KGW

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Ben Spizuco At least half of this album could be my favorite track. I know Graham Smith is mostly celebrated for making Ponyoak but I personally prefer his albums where the lyrics are two pages long and he barely repeats himself and this album is the peak of that. I can't think of too many albums that resonated with me as much as this. Favorite track: Hrithik Roshan's Single-Finger Blues for Guitar (Demo).
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Tor Gustad Its hard to pick a fav album, but at the moment its this one. Here KGW is at its finest, dwarfing Bright Eyes in descriptions of contemplation. They pack the dark humour of Magnetic Fields, the rawness and sincerety of Two Gallants.

The melodies are always alive and bursting with inventiveness. Graham keep finding new bridges and changes that somehow fit amazingly well.

The lyrics have so much introvertive selfaware irony and gallows humor that the honesty and prose baffles me. Favorite track: Long Time, No Sleep.
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Carlos Slim I would like to hear this performed by the rock group Ladyhawk Favorite track: Click Off (Album Version).
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Carried Away 04:48
Sometimes I feel like Manoj Bajpai Like when I say "Hello" and "Goodbye" At the same time And as I watch the scenery trot by There's a fire below and behind my glazed eyes And so I start to wiggle in my seat Quaff another draught to put my heart to sleep And take it to the streets Making quite a scene Quietly obscene And as the nighttime fades into murky light I pace and bellow and imbibe and cry and cry Until the sun and shade and passers-by Greet a humble fellow in a pile by the riverside You've got another week To sharpen up the speech To make your life worth leading Be it mercifully brief It's better than a right good beating See, it's much better than what you're feeling Me, I'm gonna crack under the pressure And let my spine relax Guard and attack in equal measure Or just watch the time elapse But if you know a way that doesn't take forever I'll talk to you when you get back And I'll be goddamned if it doesn't make me A better man So you'd better hand me one for the hard road ahead And two for the midnight show I'm lost in a bar code again All out of insight Put up a big front if you want a big fight I'd like a little one, but I'm sure I'll get by Yeah I'll be just fine I'll keep it all inside, then strike with a hit and run Because it's all beyond my comprehension now I can't imagine what'll happen if I get a sentence out Will you hem, will you haw, will you Tell me what went wrong? Will you giggle, then guffaw Then pretend there's nothing happening at all? Or will you take it out of context And inflate the facts Until they're all morbidly convex? And what kind of game is that? Oh, I know you know I know everything's more complex Than you could have ever known But I still believe that being glib and prolix Is the only way to go so Take it as it comes Maybe it'll come back to you Or maybe nothing makes you feel that way So be dumb Sing it like you sung last time through And be done with it Wash your hands and say no, no, no Bang it like a drum Get your dander up one last time Maybe you'll be better for it Take another punch, take another plunge, Do it right Put your back into it, I know you can do it! You know you can do it! But can I say, can I say Someday you're going to get carried away And on that day you'll get caught in the sway Of a garish display The champagne sprays, the campaign changes Somebody's gonna get married today! But le jayenge, le jayenge Don't get carried away
Misdirection 02:19
Waiting for the ink to dry Wondering why I didn't think to try to Mitigate my indiscretions with a vague reply Just a little misdirection to assuage the eye Waiting for the phone to ring To redistribute All this weight that I've been shouldering Brother, I shit you not I'm buckling under 80 ppi of stress And at the risk of sounding acquiescent, I confess It was me on your bed With my hand on your leg Staring at your restless body as you slept As you turned on your side Something gleamed in your eye And you focused your gaze on me as you wept It's no surprise Behold the power of illusion For you, it's just confusion For me, it's a way of life But the methods I've been using Have steadily been losing Their effect on your mind So I'm waiting for the day to break To see if I can brave another grave mistake And as the blue-grey dawn descends I lick my hands & cauterize my wounds Exhale 3 days of breath and watch the lies balloon And then I'm waiting for the night to come Although to be quite frank I don't know what I'm hiding from I've got no secrets left to lend me any solipsistic sense of self And boring open books don't always sell so well So I sleep On the floor Till a knock on my door And your nervous shuffling sneakers wake me up So come in Have a seat I've chilled out Since last week But what a lark it was to be a crazy fuck For just one night I gave myself over to you That and a thrown open-toed shoe And two beautiful puffy eyes The phrase is overused-- I felt something new for you But just the something sufficed
To the edge of the earth Until the end of the world Tell your friends, for what it's worth, I don't care for them I don't care But hedge your bets and purse your lips As you stretch your words across your Genuine concerns; I'm aware of them I'm aware But it's all in a flick of the wrist That's all it takes to forget you exist So be scared How do you think I think up this shit? I just flip on a switch, and it's there? Oh, I wish! Well I swear though I can't grow a beard Like Devendra Banhart I can act sincere on occasion I was down in the lab sketching plans and fan art And as such missed the grand celebration But now I'll have ample time to mend the ramparts And prepare strange new fortifications So fuck five more minutes, man, let the band start We have all been sadly, sorely mistaken And the only way to deal Is to let ourselves heal As we shake this place down to the ground And I'm losing my appeal a bit Each time I feel your fists Moving my mouth around To make frowns And squeals How to not pick up a hint: 1. Lick your lips then 2. Give up and quit
Lost a step Trying to run as fast as I could From you and the bed that we slept in And I said, "Now I'll never catch up," And look, I haven't caught up yet But I'm not upset Because you're not a threat And I don't know who I'm trying to protect So drop me a line, we can redisconnect But I gotta jet, for now, gotta set my alarm Clean off the makeup, turn on the charm Get out of my dreams and into my car But there you are And I need a charge The display is so large And that picture is so unflattering You're draining me and my battery So I can't answer The High Tech Computer Magician "Decline" will automatically transfer you To voicemail So you can leave a message I won't listen to Blame it on bad reception Try and try again you can't get through Like I can't get through to you That we were never anything really but we're through I know it sounds romantic and silly but it's true What do you want I should do? I could change all the locks Or I could turn back the clock And you call me a cock, but I'm not, so you call me a lot, and you got what you want, now it's all that you got, we fought and we fought and you came out on top, but now it must stop. So maybe you could call me sometime When you're having trouble getting to sleep And I can be cool to be unkind And you'll listen to me Well aren't I just a ray of sunshine? But this is a set-up, and you are the punchline: "Maybe you can call me sometime..."
So I'm just chillin' With this length of rope you gave me Trying to figure out if maybe It's enough to hang myself And right now, I'm leaning towards probably For all my armchair philosophy I'm not doing so well So I sit On the corner of the bed Mechanically repeat each word I said To find a rhythm To fit The grim tenor of this room And I know you love to misconstrue The way and things you think I really think of you But I'm not missing you one bit I hear you've been living Room to room and town to town, A hair from down and out, More up and down, and round and round But right now, I'm picturing you dissing me To dilettantes and philistines You always talked too loud But you'll shut Your mouth again no matter what Comes out you'll end up eating Humble pie with a side of your words and foot And you'll whimper like a hairless dog in winter And be spared the fog of intercourse Your bird is cooked You heard me, look me in the eyes And tell me you don't see A man who never even tried to love you Gather the clues and evidence, it doesn't take a gumshoe To figure out what I'm about and what I have been up to But whatever, you had your turn, you lost, thank you and fuck you But it's always a struggle, I'll concede that fact We live in a bubble, you sleep in the same clothes every night Each time I'm in trouble, I get a brief flashback To when my thoughts weren't muddled And it didn't take so many words to be subtle Back then I needed the weak, silent type Someone whose ignorance was virus-like Someone who smiled despite all The intermittent chaos in their line of sight And still tried to fight You say you've got nothing, I don't believe you though I know when you're bluffing, your brow tends to twitch like an insect's wing Were you worth your stuffing, you'd harness your need to go On and on about your loving And focus more on maybe doing something Cause I'm afraid your current tack Is leading you astray, and as for turning back You're just no good at that You tried your hardest but you never could adapt And now you're as good as trapped But you can't make an omelet without putting all your eggs into one basket And it's just not a funeral without an open casket You win a few, you lose a lot, you leverage your losses Regroup, rebuild and soon enough you hemorrhage your profit
Beast Os 03:04
To follow me wherever I go Should be the greatest pleasure you know And if I stray a little tiny bit you may Make something out of it Spray me with your venom And then leave me where I lay But might I say, that is to say add That there's a way that we can both be satisfied and still stay mad And that is to say, to each other, today That we are less than animals When disconnected from the hive mind What once seemed tangible Is not quite what it seems, and I find It all a bit unmanageable So I'm giving it up while I'm behind And it seems unsalvageable So in that sense this is amicable Some might even say admirable But I've had enough sentiment for several lifetimes And most times, I don't even like mine It's all well and good I guess It keeps crude oil coursing through the pipeline And the bones inside the flesh But once in a while, usually at night time I'm like a man possessed I scream and shake, I swear and sweat I beat my head and bang my chest Until the room ignites and everything's aflame From the fixtures on the ceiling To the joists on the bedframe And the world rotates on its axis Every night it's the exact same dream And I wake up screaming "It'll take a beast of a woman to tame me!" And I see the fires burning below the deck But it's the tip of the iceberg I want I see the gyres swirling too So please tell me if I'm hurting you Just say the safe word and I'll stop Of course now I see, in retrospect, It would have been polite To tell you what the safe word was ahead of time But that would spoil the fun of hearing What you think it might be And don't bother trying to fight me, Let it ride Odds are 100:1 that it is "love," And 6:5 that it's a multiple-word phrase Like "dead inside" But it's probably something far more esoteric And/or snide That I came up with when I was getting high So come on, out with an uneducated guess There's lots of far more satisfying things Than saying "yes" We are losing precious minutes And I'm fresh out of sedatives So let's do and say we didn't, Or let's not and say "Thank god we never did."
Waiting for a friend of mine Who's been saying we should spend some time Just greying, watching it limp by and Debating how we've spent our lives Oh I've been silly, I've been really Wrong along the way I've been toiling in obscurity I've been kicking around, just gigging Digging my own grave What makes me tick? What makes me sick? What is security if not fleeting? Fickle as a cloud And we leaving much much sooner now As if even meeting has been broken down And stripped of meaning Just unfocused sound I've been careless with my heart And I was careless from the start on I've been careless with my art But in all fairness, I'm a hard-on And it's tearing us apart Though we're already too far gone To say anything smart So I'll just get my snark on Why do you have to be so difficult? So tenuous and so elliptical? Why do you have to be so generously cryptic? I ask you for a pencil sketch, You hammer out a triptych It's crazy But I am crazier So when you graze me, I get my rapier And you are amazing, as you have maybe heard But it doesn't faze me, for I'm but a baby bird And everything is perfectly mysterious to me I sense only flits of movement and light Now you find me, motionless Delirious from sleep Don't hesitate-- don't hesitate-- Do it tonight! So now I guess I see why you must be so damn morose It's a matter of sincerity It's better I guess than being overheated and verbose Though it's not a large disparity
So let's say there's a man Who keeps all his affairs in order And who does the best he can But then there's the Earth Which encroaches on the buried border That he puts around his words And they just don't get it So he puts up razor wire And he tells them to forget it But that only fuels the fire And so they decide To treat this man as an outsider And to gossip of his pride And the divide Grows too large for a mere divider To separate the sides So they say there's a problem Yeah, they make up a story They claim that it's awful And they make a good case But you know what? It doesn't matter what they say Cause he'll take claptrap anyday Over penny dreadfuls dressed as exposes Until the day they come and throw him in the lake And he writhes and he founders His mouth fills with water He almost goes under But no, not today And so he's a wizard And must be summarily executed So it's back to the river for another trial His guilt has never been disputed And the crowd's all smiles So the judge hoists a bible He flips to some marked chapter He chokes on his own saliva Then clears his throat and proclaims: "You know what this man will do If he should get his hands on you And God forbid his dreams come true Or we'll be down there foundering too But you know what this man must do Just to hold on and make it through?" And so he finally gives in to You-know-what
Perhaps you treat me Like a tactical RPG But I'm no Nippon Ichi My games are frustratingly easy Catch and release Advance and retreat Reconnoiter and debrief And soon enough you will defeat me All the tunnels you dig around me And my defenses are dead ends As if you gave two figs about me You couldn't if you tried Which you shouldn't, by the by But better off with than without me You give chase valiantly As if the charge is worth the bounty But catch me if you can I am spry, I am infinitely wise But quasipotent And uneasy on the eyes But that's just me Untrustworthy and weak A valueless antique At least that was your implication Or my artifact of interpretation An imperfect interpolation A miscommunication Are you saying I can't speak? Or have you said a single word This entire conversation? Let's not talk about that now Did you hear that sound? Anyways, let's see, where was I When I gained this obligation to you? Don't answer-- but you do have an answer, don't you? I guess I can't see Why you're mad at me I'm no John de Lancie I act completely powerless And you believe The performance is discrete The illusion is complete And I'm spared from sorting out this mess I wonder where would I be now If we'd never met Probably right here where I am With less regret But come summer fairer skies will Mask the things I neglect And make them easier to swallow And digest Because I'd gladly be a glutton To rid myself of envy and pride Lust has left me behind But it's alright Cause I stepped from death to life in 1979 And I'll jump from life to death When it is time
Don't make a big production Out of this character-driven play And we can skip the introductions-- Let's start in medias res --So it's not for nothing I've gathered you all here today To bear the arms I'm up in And get all up in my face I'm no glutton for punishment I just take the ball and run with it, I guess It seemed like a good idea at the time Not what I had in mind, but yet still Alright, it's fine, just fine, yes, yes Forgive the interruption-- Now what were you struggling to say? That your form informs your function In a most dysfunctional way? Or was it something else? And does it bear repeating? Say what you will but I know You're probably still leaving out The part I care about the most Wherein you look at me like you've seen a ghost And I reluctantly admit that Yes, you have, and now we must get Out of here I see the sorrow forming in your eyes But it's too late So if you'd like to see tomorrow morning I suggest you stay awake At least as long as I do And I know you can feel it inside you Now The setup is: This is a stick-up, kid The tires on the pickup skid The FM radio hiccuping staccato Stochastic static splits the songs Into fractured patternless tesserae And fractals, randomness the only constant That is, if you don't count anguish Now there's no need for that language When there's a time and place For being frank and candid I'll be first out of the gate Give me cathedral ceilings And I can take or leave six feet of space So tell me are these evil feelings Or simply honest mistakes? And that is pencils down It gets more suspenseful now, I know The theater empties out Till it's only the seven of us left in the crowd And so I end the story right, Right now
Along 04:06
We're getting along in years Not so much in person But honey, dry your tears It'll only take five more beers To cut the tension in the air between us, so We're coming along just fine You've got a long, long list And I my long, long ladder But I've got two strong fists For such a foolish songstress And you stare with those idle eyes But there's nothing to see here-- Move it along Or prove me wrong Make all my best nightmares come true For all the shit I get from you You're not giving me much to work with Or am I doing it wrong? I don't do much I think too much And you taint everything you touch And I started out far from perfect So sing me a song And if you're going somewhere with this Bring me along You've forgotten I'm a idiot And I just don't understand It's a burden and a pity but it's true And from where I'm sitting This is getting out of hand But I am willing to take it much further than you And I've got thick, thick skin Your weaponry is useless So you can see what a pickle you're in The flood slows to a trickle I win again and retain my title of grand champion Which I've held for a long, long time And then the unpleasantness begins You act and I feel foolish The butterflies and shaking shins The feeling of taking it on the chin The baroque blow-by-blow And the roccoco afterglow I've seen it all So I don't mind Yeah, I'm doing fine It's all the same old song and dance You can pout and cast a longing glance But you can't dissuade me So give me a sign That there's a part of your pure heart That can finish what you start C'mon, draw your sword and slay me Or sing me a song And when it reaches its crescendo Ring the alarm Bring it on And if I'm not content to let go String me along
Click Off 03:20
Do we have to hash it out again? I've made my points and my peace So how am I to now defend My beliefs and the secrets I keep In my throat? But at least In your wildest dreams There's a note Of caprice That arouses me And if that's not the click track in my ear I know my heart is beating See how abstract all the specifics become As we hobble away from the events Regardless of perspective, though, The deed has been done And there's nothing I can say in my defense But as it so happens There's a catch There's a caveat And you know back when It was fresh I thought You had me caught In your net And I'll be honest I was glistening With cold sweat But I made a promise To stop listening And from everything I'm hearing That was quite a wise decision to make So I'll shout la la la la la till you shut up Or I'll just spit in your face If that's what it takes I've got my whole life behind me, I could get it back, it isn't too late But I'm done with my munificent days And that reminds me, Let me take a minute to say: I've got my heart partitioned But it's running out of room You've got a martyr's vision But you care about the truth I'm firing on all pistons I'm in it for the long haul So if you need assistance All you have to do is not call Then you can help yourself to everything that is me It's one thing to talk about it To think it through is another indeed You'll do alright You've got a gentle hand and heart and quick feet I've learned to live without it I don't need no click on this beat But shouldn't we plan now for when We both give up this fantasy?
Tell me now If you want to go home And no, I'm not trying to kick you out Cause I know that you think that I dick you around But I don't But still just let me know Cause you're focusing on some vague distant point And it's obvious you're just annoyed With your words so manicured and slow So go, go, go Walk away While you still have the chance to save yourself, girl Oh no, I know you can't say The things I need to hear from you so go Just go Get away for awhile I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time You look good with bags under your eyes And your coarse unchapped lips suckered into a smile You're silent as the first snow of the year But my dear, I copy loud and clear I'll just say it, let's get out of here Altogether, let's just disappear Into the all-consuming night No matter how fiercely I fight You hold on to that dream so tight But I must go, go, go I can't stay I wish I had an explanation What's my motivation I don't know, no, no I'm okay I just need some time alone So, go back to the hole you crawled out of and bury your head in the loam Cause you know wherever you end up you'll probably find your way home Sooner or later the novelty's bound to wear off cause you know Some things are better on their own Oh go, go, go You go now You been here for (4) hours We both know There's no way out So if you know what's best for me, you'll go
Wake me when you go I need a frame of reference Safer than my own two eyes And I know I've grown to like it when you're cold And slightly calculating Waiting for the dough to rise So you can sink your cool grey teeth Into my pale skin until the veins and gristle show But I don't know what you're waiting for, Dive right in; the water's fine, The tide is out, let's blow Or rather roll into some other valley Deeper than the ones we known And it's nice to think that I don't have a soul But it's probably not the case, and in any case I'll never know Until I reach the other side of a great big hole And conduct a few experiments And I'm gonna die before I get home So in spite of all my cheeriness There's still the matter of serpentine hobgoblins Constantly swelling and turning tides against me I guess it's only a certain kind of problem I've been struggling with and discouraged by So let's see: take me at my word That'd be a proper start Make me say the things I should Cause you must know that lately I've been burned And I've got a copper heart The interface don't work so good So I resort to screaming bits of gibberish Between seething yawns of downtime Like a senile mystical Sipowicz Then a warm reboot at dawn and now I'm naked in the sun Laid in for some kneedraggin' Waiting for the rain to come But I recommend you take it on the run Get thee to a speedwagon Race until the day is done The battle's almost over now, the game half won But you still have one more opportunity to play, One move to make, but you freeze And you shake and you say: "Taken a little bit at a time, it's alright But all at once it's a different kind of problem And so I guess it's no wonder why you've gotten Hot and bothered by my refusal to try But then again, and I don't say this too often There is another I can't abide solving So now for once I have half a mind to stop it, Drop it like it's hot as well as on fire"
I'm chewing up the scenery again I think maybe a Klonopin Could help me clear my head I need to hear some Donovan And get my nit wits about me The withered husk that you now see Before you was, before this war, A stunning star that shone from shore to shore To sea to shining sea And back down sullen, unlit streets Through keyholes blocked for privacy And into rumpled, blood-rich sheets So if you stay, it's your mistake Old habits tend to break Like odometers on Oldsmobiles But that's not how the story goes, Don't feel ashamed Because all around me There was a forcefield designed to keep out grief But then you found me And I let 'er down Yeah I'm better now But I've still got some business to conduct A couple loose ends That I'd be loath to not tie up But I guess that depends On what I'm looking for and out for too I know you think I've got it out for you But I'll go through What you put me through And a lot more too Just not for you Cause if it hasn't happened yet it's probably too late How many chances do I get? How many will it take To extinguish this external flame And find the words to say Perhaps a glass of wine and some purple haze Just to pass the time and stay awake But hey, long time, no sleep I don't know what I'm doing More concretely than usual And you don't know me Though you think you do It just isn't true And you know you confound me With your double entendres and loaded replies But I'll sleep soundly And you'll sleep silently If you lie to me Like I did to you
As Far 03:14
Glad to hear you're still alright It's been a long time, and I'd been up all Night last time I saw you I can't remember a thing A couple key phrases stick out Something about how you're working with kids now You told me to call you When I'd had more or less to drink And I can only imagine I meant what I said But I probably shot off something clever instead of My inchoate thoughts as I tremored with dread Picturing your pink hands as they severed my head Oh I don't know what had me thinking like that I must have dozed off for a sec But then two or three sentences bring me right back And I feel the garrote on my neck So let's you and I just stay as far apart as possible Don't even try to make it up to me tonight I wouldn't lie and say I think I know who's responsible Honey, as far as I'm concerned, you can decide Had my last nightmare last night We lived in a house that was nothing but vast wide Chasms & ballrooms Larger than they first appeared There was something I had to tell you I saw you across a football-field sized bedroom I tried to call you But if you answered me, I couldn't hear Now I'm no psychoanalyst, but it seems plain It's not about space or a need to evade Anyone who gets close or to hide in the shade It's practically literal, and I am afraid Because it's just too easy to stay disconnected Which may be the best thing for both of us Cause in concert, we're purely electric And one of these days it will blow us up So let's you and I just stay as far apart as possible We both know why, even if saying it is tough But they don't do justice, they only assist when when the casework is logical And as far as I'm concerned, it's not far enough
You say a lot of mean things And I say a lot of things I don't mean And we both say things that don't mean anything Or we have been lately Like "We're hiding between each other, hoping to never be discovered" Well, I may never be your lover Your husband, maybe But bullshit is an art The truth is an allegory So don't take it to heart If you get a stab at glory And if you tear a gory hole, It comes with the territory, so Quit acting so smart There'll be time to remind All your self-conscious friends Of your accomplishments And play your pompous solos For the rest of your life Now and then you'll remember them As stains on a sun-bleached canvas And you'll strain to understand it What was the draw? And what was it like to gloss over it all To make an attempt to cross over and fall so hard That you saw more stars than you saw From the hood of your car But you're good where you are Don't take it so hard Dil pe mat le yaar
I Will Own U 05:55
From the minute you first saw me I didn't bother to look back I took it on faith, You presupposed it as fact And so, I guess, you maybe caught me Acting when I couldn't act You shook me so softly I just shook you off me But you didn't look at it like that So now you view a few rare moments on your private highlight reel And you call me at some obscene hour asking how I feel About the ways that things have gone, and are going, and probably ought to go I struggle to feign disinterest, think too fast and talk too slow Now these are everyday concerns And that may marginalize you But that's what I do Gradually and guiltlessly I've got a way with words But then that shouldn't surprise you What, you've never been lied to? This is mankind's oldest industry And you are ancient history The dusk hangs above us And behind it is the dawn Which, though it hasn't much to offer, Can't take anything else from us It's all gone I guess I make a lousy lover I like things a little too precise But that night I buried you alive our eyes met underneath the covers Once or twice And I saw a light In your iridescent iris That I longed to snuff out So, since I'm ultimately spineless And tough to shut down I acted like a virus Until you unwound Prolonged, sustained defiance Is not tantamount to violence It's not a perfect science Some day you'll come around When time has run out But I guess I could have told you sooner Or at least as soon as I knew But I still don't know a god damn thing Hell I can't even use a tuner Or carry a tune So I don't know how you could expect me To understand, though I try to I do And as you interrogate you wonder why I'm acting so suspectly What are you trying to prove? But be these irrefutable truths Or just idle musings Faux-suicidal brooding Or if the skein of delusion is coming off Just please do not dispute The terms I'm using Or how much I'm losing It's a pittance compared to what I've lost And no matter what the cost I will own you Alas, I wish I had known you Would go and get stuck in phone booth Till the morning sunlight shone through Oh you owe me Imagine yourself old and lonely And though you may think you control me That just proves how little you know me Oh slowly, the rivers flow to the country And so you came to confront me You thought your brazenness trumped me But you have no clue I can pretend to console you But the second that you let me hold you Like I told you I will own you
Along (Demo) 04:10
Well 03:40


This was the first Reesonable release, REALLY, although Mrs. Equitone rings in as r000 since it was the first album released with the germ of an idea in mind.

But nevertheless, for this album I wrote 24 songs, recorded 13 of them in a studio with a full band (Thayer, Mike, Ryan, although Ryan wasn't there at the studio on the tracking day).

This "final" version of Yes Boss consists of one 18-song record and one 18-song bonus record.

They are both presented here, the split coming after track 18.


released June 9, 2008

Graham Smith, Thayer McClanahan, Ryan Smith, Mike Fadem


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