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Why Make Clocks-"Fifteen Feet and Twenty Degrees"
1. Revolver-Hutchison/Wiksell/Siemers 2. I Think the Answer's No-Hutchison/Wiksell 3. Sink or Swim-Hutchison/Jim Duede/Wiksell 4. Feedback-Hutchison/Wiksell/Siemers 5. Forcing My Hand-Hutchison/Wiksell/Siemers 6. You Never Knew This Kid-Duede/Hutchison/Wiksell/Siemers/Chad O'Neall 7. Baby Fingers-Hutchison/Wiksell 8. Fifteen Feet and Twenty Degrees-Hutchison/Wiksell/Gabe Lueders 9. Spotlight-Hutchison/Wiksell/Siemers 10.Winner Takes All -O'Neall/Hutchison/Siemers/Wiksell all lyrics written by Dan Hutchison all music written as listed all songs arranged by Why Make Clocks copywritten 2002 Why Make Clocks Revolver starting off with a slow dance, the room sways with rented lights divide the potential dancers to their own sides of the room another friday night in view after the set up is over and I look down on you what you fail to understand...is every chord is due for upsetting you a politely-spoken no, delivered just so sets off this signature waltz timing deprived, he steps outside leave it to me to throw off your guard with this much practice it shouldn't be hard it's clear I haven't let you down as he spins you around I Think the Answer's No it seems you always want to hear you're right when it comes down to it, I guess I really don't know I'm empty when the compassion collector comes because I've been bled by your machine when will my streak of bad answers stop? you think that I preplan all possible responses just so I can piss you off...I think the answer's no this house seems empty without your voice cutting through the bathroom door, screaming at me broken mirrors and windows, record sleeves cut up on the floor everything seems more fucked up than before did you think that this is what I expected from you? going through my mail and sleeping with my friends? I think the answer's no self-help books and telephone cables won't solve problems that I enable wondering why you were even here and if I ever really even cared...I think the answer's no Sink or Swim the doctor said there is no prescription to make me feel like my old self so it's up to me to drown in a generous toast to my own health and if I can't depend on science to pull me through the desperate frame of mind I'm in then I guess it's time for another round after all it's sink or swim looking down from the edge makes me feel so small and I wish that I could place myself in this navy blue sky with a good, strong wind to carry me through to where only memories die these are just daydreams and they do not exist and every day I let it build's another day I insist that all the things I fear will somehow disappear and they will sink and I will swim away Feedback being strung along a tightrope keep your balance before you fall you feel the cold wind of indifference blow you down to a crawl you've given in to giving in set back to where you began starting to see things different, so much differently all I never got in return was all I really wanted you've given in to giving in set back to where you began all I never got in return was all I really wanted Forcing My Hand "fuck him", you said, "this is the last time" "I don't need this shit, I can get along fine" he doesn't know, he's missing out you're the one thing, he doesn't seem to care about going down, you're deep in the shit now don't come around, you're throwing it away you think this time things will be different "I have him right where I want him."-wrong "how could I be so stupid?" there is no last straw seven years is a long time for you to come clean and I'm still waiting, I'm still waiting what a waste, I'm wasting my time going down, you're deep in the shit now don't come around, you're throwing it away you're forcing my hand, down your throat you're forcing my hand, pushing you away don't you even listen to a word that I say? isn't it obvious? it is obvious You Never Knew This Kid are you getting the same impression? I left by way of confession that I'd rather be empty than a mixed-bag full of shit I don't understand when we were kids, did you ever regret the things we did? that put us into the position, our situation is in I never wanted us to have to be this way I never even tried to wish you away can you see my head spinning? I can feel you think I am winning, but I can't say that I feel anything at all this is the way it works now everyone says they know now, but what do they know? I never told how I felt to anyone before I never wanted us to have to be this way I never even tried to wish you away you may have taken this the wrong way, but every guilty conscience will have its say and play their little tricks to keep you on your guard the quills have come to life now, anxious to disapprove how I fucked up things, so long before, that still make me smile I never wanted us to have to be this way I never even tried to wish you away Baby Fingers I was given finger stains to wear around my neck the shine has almost worn away one more time, I'll let you stay I can see what's missing held between baby fingers through the thin air, the stench of success lingers hope arrives and dissipates without warning opening the window for the fear of morning I see what hovers at the end of the tunnel the whispers whisper to what the funnels funnel show what surely comes and give me the flow to rub into this thick, milky skin the window's open and the wind is cold you didn't listen to advice you'd been told breathe this life into my head and then just leave me alone I can see what's missing held between baby fingers through the thin air, the stench of success lingers the window's open and the wind is cold you didn't listen to advice you'd been told breathe this life into my head and then just leave me alone Fifteen Feet and Twenty Degrees fifteen feet and twenty degrees from the years ago place you left me standing with a letter, overlooking the pier watching your mirage disappear shaking my head and waving my hands two empty lawn chairs on the desert sand postcards, pictures, unattended invitations misconstrued notions, with false implications this photographer knew this was the last empty promise his camera would flash from the years ago place you left me fifteen feet and twenty degrees Spotlight will I see you there? at the show tonight, beneath the dim bar lights one phone call could put you there in the front row with your thousand yard stare no one understands this song quite the way you do, but you never seem to be there nobody's home, can you hear me at all? the character in this song does not exist how could I tell you? I couldn't, I could not resist I guess it doesn't really matter if you never show since you're not real, how do I know that you're not here, every night, several feet from the same spotlight? nobody's home, can you hear me at all? the character in this song does not exist how could I tell you? you know I couldn't, I could not resist at every place we play I wish I could give the doorman your name on a list just in case you were to show and I saw your face, and then I'd know once and for all, that I was right, because there you'd be, sharing the same spotlight Winner Takes All I tried so hard to lead the chase crossed the finish line, blue ribbon, first place the decision was final, mine to make hope I've made my last mistake empty kitchen, orange fingers drop cigarettes to the floor erase the face of the last one ever let through that door burning pictures, hair in the drain not the type to file complaints first assistant to the management of the personnel fastening your restraints empty bleachers, the lights go down as cheerleaders disperse the winner stands alone, so how come I don't feel worse? |
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Dan Hutchison-Vocals, acoustic & electric guitars, farfisa, bass on #4, guitar loop, string arrangement
Brian Wiksell-Piano, electric & e-bow guitars, vibraphone, harmonica, accordion, tympani, hammond organ, microrg chord organ
Karl Siemers-Electric guitars
Boonie-Bass
Lee Bissmeyer-Drums
with Eric Kennedy-string construction on track #8
all tracks recorded and engineered by AJ Mogis at Presto! Lincoln, NE
additional recording by Jason Evans at Presto!
except:
tracks #4 & #8 recorded & engineered by Eric Kennedy at Hiland Park
all tracks mixed by AJ Mogis @ Presto!, Lincoln, NE January, 2002
mastered by Doug Van Sloun @ Studio B, Omaha, NE March 2002