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Late Bloomer / Sore Loser

by Rob Szabo

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1.
Awesome 04:30
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your girl is so awesome, i don’t see the problem she thinks you’re important, isn’t that what you wanted? your girl is outstanding, but you’re much more demanding i’m just trying to say: look what you’re throwing away your girl is amazing, but little things drive you crazy like the cap on the paste, but look who’s never behaving you get so neurotic, you get in a panic you get what you wanted, it’s just you won’t have it you got what you wanted, it’s just you won’t have it … just not right now try to find some words for how you feel how come your mouth won’t tell what’s the deal? you promise bullshit ‘cause we ain’t seen it yet “my dahhling, I’ll always”, but we ain’t holdin’ our breath ‘cause maybe you will, and maybe you won’t maybe you will, and maybe you won’t your girl is so awesome, but the crux of the problem is some shit you had happen when you was a young one she says it’s a habit but it feels automatic you get what you wanted, it’s just you won’t have it you got what you wanted, it’s just you won’t have it … just not right now try to find some words for how you feel how come your mouth won’t tell her what’s the deal? you promise bullshit ‘cause we ain’t seen it yet “my dahhling, I’ll always”, but we ain’t holdin’ our breath ‘cause maybe you will, and maybe you won’t maybe you will, and maybe you won’t maybe you will, and maybe you won’t maybe you will …bring her marigolds hold her so long bring her very soul … back home try to find some words for how you feel how come your mouth won’t tell her what’s the deal? you promise bullshit ‘cause we ain’t seen it yet “my dahhling, I’ll always”, but we ain’t holdin’ our breath ‘cause maybe you will, and maybe you won’t maybe you will, and maybe you won’t maybe you will, and maybe you won’t maybe you will, and maybe you won’t but maybe you will
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Nobody’s Perfect 03:51
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i’ve got my bed i’ve got my own seasons--and i know what clothes i think i’m gonna wear i take my calls through the walls of the floor i rent, but i think it’s too small and when i’m out at least i know i got a way home i’ve got no reason to complain i don’t mind my work, but i hate that what’s his name i’ve got my balls to the wall for some guy who wouldn’t know his own son if i showed him a family photo and asked him to pick one pick one my mind makes sense of most of this shit but nobody’s perfect i got my pie in the sky i wanna soar above the clouds it’d be so sublime but I just end up crawling through the halls of all the biggest shopping malls while the crowd is screamin’ at me “boy you’re thinkin’ too small !!” too small my mind makes sense of most of this shit but nobody’s perfect if i make a mess i got people that care to help me get out of it i close my eyesand compromise and dream i’ll figure out a better way i close my eyes and compromise and dream that maybe I could take a day i’ve got my prayers and i’ve got my own jesus—for all the things I might need comfort with i’ve got a call into his pa, but it’s over now and it all feels wrong the stuff i learned when i was young i know it’s all gone my mind makes sense of most of this shit but nobody’s perfect if i make a mess i got people that care to help me get out of it i’m grateful i gotta be thankful i’m pretty fucking lucky
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We’re All Alcoholics 04:27
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we’re all alcoholics, but nobody wants to talk about it nobody ever owns up and no one wants to call up a cab we’re all big fat liars, we’re all living in denial nobody ever coughs up and no one wants to pick up the tab we bottle up what we have unless we’re half in the bag aww come on we’re beautiful cheers to all we’re hangin’ on! cheers and bombs away! here’s to all we’re hangin’ on there’s nothing we can’t share … while we’re under repair we’re all schizophrenic, one day fine, the next day panic but none of us ever hold up and no one wants to pass on the meds if it get us outta bed, depends what the doctor says aww come on we’re beautiful cheers to all we’re hangin’ on! cheers and bombs away! here’s to all we’re hangin’ on … there’s nothing we can’t share … if we’re not knockin’ ‘em back, or at home smokin’ grass, we’d be out shootin’ smack ‘cause if it ain’t tits and ass, it’s the sign of the cross, it could be so much worse so it ain’t that bad, no it ain’t that bad no it ain’t that bad, no it ain’t that bad aww come on we’re beautiful, we’re irrefutable cheers to all we’re hangin’ on! cheers and bombs away! here’s to all we’re hangin’ on … we ain’t that bad no we ain’t that bad
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Good Son 03:43
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i’ll do anything that you want ask my mother i’m a good son just had some trouble when i was young i swear to god i’m gonna grow up things are goin’ good at my job i’m workin’ hard, i pulled my socks up i’m comin’ home right after I get off i swear to god i’m gonna keep it up but then sometimes it feels like a compromise and then sometimes i’m afraid you’ll leave me what about that winter weekend? no i shouldn’t have been driving it i didn’t know the ice was that thin man he’s lucky we got out to him don’t remind me about last night no i really shouldn’t have hit that guy but he was lookin’ at you with those eyes man he’s lucky he got out alive but then sometimes it feels like a compromise and then sometimes i wish you’d just leave me alone then baby i’d go but maybe i’m wrong i hope so ‘cause i’ll do anything at all i’ll do anything that you want ask my mother i’m a good son just had some trouble when I was young swear to god i’m gonna grow up
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The Fact Remains 03:55
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well I’m onto you, i’m on to all the things you “had” to do to get you through and how, you never wanted to now don’t be ashamed, but the fact remains: you went ahead and did it anyway … the fact remains i’m onto you, i’m onto all the things you solemnly swore you’d never do before now you, do ‘em all the more i’m onto you, i’m onto all you stole from your roommate’s stash ‘cause you didn’t have the cash when all you had to do was ask now don’t be ashamed, but the fact remains: you go ahead and do it anyway so don’t be scared ‘cause i won’t say a word it won’t make a difference anyway … ‘cause the fact remains i see you in an airport walking barefoot and you can’t find your bags i see you being careful not to step on cracks gotta watch your back i’m onto you, i’m onto all the things you hide from those who get too close and who, you’re gonna miss the most … the most now don’t be ashamed, but the fact remains: you go ahead and do it anyway so don’t be scared and don’t say a word it won’t make a difference anyway … ‘cause the fact remains
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The Others 06:24
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since the others won the war - i can’t come ‘round here no more stay away from everyone - i’m on the run all the things that i’ve done wrong - used to count them on my thumbs now they push down on my head - i’m under arrest they’re making me ride in the back interrogating me about what happened: “did you forget where you came from?” “did you forget where you belong?” when we met that one last stand - a pane of glass between our hands we were out of metaphors – we were out of doors oh, the water was too strong - and the wind was at our front all the birds flew overhead - the earth turned its back eroding how we understand each other’s lives did we forget where we came from? did we forget where we belonged? did we forget all we stood for? could we forget all that? I understand why, but couldn’t we just try and be friends? valentine we crossed the line we both know we cannot go back a flash of light just ash is left we both know we were not like that we both know we were better than that while the world goes on outside - all the numbers get compiled you don’t fit the rank and file and neither do i like the call girls on my street – we’re just trying to make ends meet one day we’ll be obsolete - like an old tv gathering dust on the screen but don’t tell me that that means we should forget where we came from we should forget where we belonged we should forget all we stood for could we forget all that? I understand why, but couldn’t we just try and be friends?

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released November 16, 2004

produced by rob szabo

engineered by scott cooper & rob szabo
mixed by scott cooper & rob szabo

all words and music by rob szabo
*except: awesome & good son (words rob szabo, music rob szabo/steve strongman)

mastered by joão carvalho

guitarman graphics by cal brunker

drums: craig lapsley
slide guitar(good son/the fact remains): steve strongman
cello (the others): alex mcmaster
backup vocals on the fact remains: the scott cooper choir
bass(the others, alcoholics, the fact remains): scott cooper
rob szabo: everything else ... mostly guitars & singin

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Rob Szabo Toronto, Ontario

Rob Szabo is a Songwriter/Producer/Musician. He has collaborated on dozens of albums for other artists, recorded 6 solo albums & 4 albums with former bands Plasticine & Groove Daddys -Buy Groove Daddys here: groovedaddys.bandcamp.com

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