Tom and I wrote a song called "Emptiness In Yes".
It's about saying yes to everything people offer you and waking up ten years later just scattered, unfocused and in the same place.
We played one of Thea's newer songs called "Money Man".
It seems to be about Lincoln Park trixies.
She added banjo to a country song about infidelity I've had laying around for a while.
It's called "Waterbed".
Here are the lyrics:
The weeds are creepin' through the concrete
Next to the banquet hall
He shields her with his wife's umbrella
Against a motel wall
They strip down in a hurry
Everything except his watch
The grunts come in a flurry
She's sort of soft to the touch
But not so much
That's the touch of the waterbed
It's a nice little waterbed
Poor used little waterbed
He's got that same waterbed
She waits in a jumbo roadhouse
Way in another town
Her husband hates her drinkin'
So she pounds another Moosehead down
Her old flame isn't showin'
Now she interrupts a game of darts
"Hey fellas, it sure is snowin'.
Can you jump me, boys?
I need a start."
"Our van
Yeah, it starts!"
C'mon
That van has a waterbed
It's a nice little waterbed
Poor used little waterbed
She's got that same waterbed
The sitter's at the end of her liquor raid
Two dollars per hour
That's a pittance
Not a pay
Passed out on the waterbed
Oops
You're on the waterbed
Face down on the waterbed
That's a nice little waterbed
Her folks have that waterbed
That's a popular waterbed
Verdict: Win
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