Tearing Down Paisley Garden

by The Purrs

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There’s some sadness stretching down the interstate As the cars file past the twisted metal shape And our president is looking quite like an ape And the space station’s rusting in the sky. There’s a basic sameness in every face As you walk the streets to your working space. Resigned to the emptiness you feel just fine As our country spirals in decline. And who are you to bring me down Just a little more Here on every street in every town It looks exactly the same Yeah - it’s all running down Now if every little town looks just the same Man, What’s the point with the name? Just a little more...
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I know who you are, you take me down the undertow I can watch the searchlights follow you where you go Come on if you dare to take me in your veins Tranquilized and mesmerized, highs and lows, again and again It could be so wonderful I’d like to take a ride in a taxi cab with you. Watch the green lights change The red lights shift to blue Then fade away Tranquilized and mesmerized, highs and lows into the sun...
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I'm Slipping 03:34
How many times must I hear the sound Of your voice telling me to go? And how many towns must I play until I just don’t care anymore? Yeah - I messed up When I fucked your friend But it’s a situation that you can trust So maybe next week I will give you a call And if you must hang up on me you must. Cause every single day I’m losing more control And every single night I’m slipping farther down the hole. I’m slipping, slipping just a little bit My friends hope I’ll cry away the pain And eventually forget. And then maybe next year We will again be friends Maybe somehow I will get back my head. But I don’t think so. There’s too much to say. And not enough time because we’re slipping away...
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They were tearing down paisley garden Putting up another townhouse block They were just about done They’d just put the roof on When we showed up after dark. A couple cans of kerosene A couple torn up rags We burned it all down They grew it right back We were making fun of Sunday shoppers Down at the Everywhere/Nowhere mall We were laughing a lot When down came the thought That we’d already lost the war. Shoppers are just the middlemen Between the factory and the dump Trading parts of your life For shit you don’t want. I never feel good No matter how many clothes I buy I still feel inadequate I can’t seem to reach the pie in the sky And now it’s a few years later They’ve knocked down everything we know We’re all standing in line We’re all marching in time To police car radios There’s nothing wrong with the air in here It’s a good place to hide Just don’t go upstairs, don’t look outside I always wanted Someplace nice for my own But in this wasteland There’s nothing that anyone could call home That’s right baby, tell ‘em all about it They don’t know a thing about it Four-story mixed-use building Proposed land use action...
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Maybe there’s no reason for the rain Maybe things fall down just so they can go up again And maybe if I lie here you will explain Why everything I love causes me pain? I’m sorry but I just can’t stay awake. The trees are soaking up the sun as we drive ëround the lake. I’ve taken all I can from you ëtil there’s nothing to take. Please forward all my mail to outer space. That’s my new place. The drummer beats down on the 4/4 Kick it back home again I’m telling you the truth Because you are my friend I’ve told you once I don’t want to have to tell you again There’s always something in my way. Saxophones are turning into rust Retards all around me are turning their brains to mush I’ve listened to that rap shit until it disgusts Everything I love has turned to dust Who can you trust? Please forward all my mail to outer space. It’s my new place...

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released May 15, 2010

All songs written & performed by The Purrs
Copyright © 2010 Big Damn Deal Music (BMI)
All rights reserved

Except: Only Dreaming by David Wolfenden,
Leon Phillips, Christopher Reed and
I Move Around by Lee Hazlewood

A big thank you and hello to: Dayna Loeffler, Milne family, Herman Jolly, Megan Pickerel, Paul Mason, Sandy Wilson, Leigh Bezezekoff,
Tilly Rodina, Johnny Sangster, Red Lorry Yelllow Lorry, Lee Hazlewood, Gainsbourg Lounge, Jeremy Barker, Chris Porter, KEXP, Barbara Hunter & our fans.

Produced by The Purrs with sage advice from Johnny Sangster
Engineered by Johnny Sangster
Recorded at PowerFlower and Crackle & Pop studios Winter 2009/2010.
Mixed at Avast Studio March 2010.
Mastered at RFI by Ed Brooks, April 2010

Live photo by Herman Jolly, taken at Studio 66, 2/6/2010

Album art by smallbutmightydesign.com

Jima - vocals, bass, keyboards, random noises & percussion
Jason Milne - guitars
Craig Keller - drums
Bob Silverstein - guitars, vocals

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