The full length demo album by This Dizzy Height, featuring James Moats (guitar & vox), Lincoln Benson (guitar & vox), Dan Taylor (bass), and Chad Hildebran (drums).
This is a collection of songs, old and new, that were brought into the band and turned upside down. The three songwriters in the band working together made quite an interesting sound. These songs were recorded track by track in what might just be the most stuperrific time of my whole stinkin' life.
That's what Lincoln tells me, anyway... I don't really remember most of it.			
						
								
						| 1. Life In The Background
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							in a makeshift studio  
in the back of my home 
it's got six or eight wheels 
sometimes i don't know 
 
it's hard to say but it sounds ok 
it's hard to stay in the background 
 
life in the background 
 
it looks like it was cloned 
with my neighbors and their neighbors 
all parked in perfect rows 
but it's all i know 
 
it's hard to say but it sounds ok 
it's hard to stay in the background 
 
life in the background 
we're staying in the background 
 
in a makeshift studio 
in the shed behind your home 
it's got a tin roof overhead 
i just don't know 
 
it's ok though life is grand 
it seems to be coming soon 
yeah in the background 
 
it's ok though the life of a man 
i know we'll all fall soon into a band						 | 
					
										
						| 2. Run Jenny Run
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							she's on a plane 
wasting away 
fading out above buzzards bay 
 
she's give and gotta go 
no time to waste 
run jenny run 
 
i felt the fangs and backed away 
i will not allow you to make me the prey 
 
i said you gotta go 
you'll miss my face 
run jenny run 
 
don't make a mistake 
that you cannot escape 
a vampire's kiss 
i'll get you 
i'll get you for this 
 
she's playing games 
dancing in a fluid pose 
follow me she said sweetly 
and so i'm going back to burn 
the dead field she sows 
 
she pulled nails from my veins 
but couldn't feel my pain 
 
so now she's always on the run 
orbits in bloom 
there goes another one 
 
someday she'll write to say 
she didn't miss me anyway 
 
i drew a gun 
you cannot stay 
she wouldn't run so i had to blow her away 
 
run jenny run						 | 
					
										
						| 3. Altima Bud-Get
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							i can't seem to recall 
how things were two weeks ago 
and now i know 
that time can never move too slow 
 
dream of me in flight 
we'll be strangers for a second time tonight 
i bet you thought you'd not 
see me again well  
here i am 
 
let's take a walk tonight 
and talk of kicking sand in the face of the man 
talk of letting go and taking control 
then our lives would be our own 
 
speak for me tonight 
in a week i'll die with a tear in my eye 
i bet you thought you'd not see me again 
well here i am 
 
when utah takes a breath 
the sky turns burning red 
purple mountains up ahead 
rear view sunset 
goes away 
say goodbye 
to californ-i-a						 | 
					
										
						| 4. Days Like Rusty Nails
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							i met medusa's ugly sister 
she walks the world on long and crooked legs 
populace pruning like a twister 
she's so possessive of my every cell 
 
call the cdc 
we're up to level four 
call the cdc 
 
four hundred fifty monkeys at the door 
 
call the cdc 
this one's a level four 
call the cdc 
 
and down the hill 
there's kids on swings 
so fire at will 
 
cough up my heart 
there's no vaccine 
she says i'm smart 
 
slow motion skid 
that will not end 
look what you did 
 
building me up like a piƱata 
waiting to pop me like a daughter 
(four hundred fifty monkeys) 
she's digging right down to the naked rocks 
to pull it all out fresh						 | 
					
										
						| 5. Visitors
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							i've got visitors coming by my house tonight  
and i came prepared to sell myself tonight  
bring your friends we'll have a beer 
 
did you notice i'm talking to myself  
for a lack of conversation  
in your backwoods high school world  
 
we've got a visitor coming out of the rain  
and he came prepared to share his pain  
don't be afraid to spill some soul  
 
did you hear him talking to the ladies  
there are no ladies here  
but there's admiration a form of applause  
and it smiles in the smoky air  
 
are you expecting visitors  
it only takes a brew to herd them through  
and now i know that i've been here before  
it's coming round again  
 
did you notice i'm talking to myself  
for a lack of conversation  
you're so fucking cool now that you're in school  
what's your major						 | 
					
										
						| 6. Dorkabilly Rock
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							just what do you mean 
you want me to leave 
well i'm wound up wrapped tight 
and throwing down every night 
 
my alter ego runs the show 
but you would never know 
 
i guess it's wrong of me  
to love a good party 
well my name ain't jed  
and this ain't beverly (hills that is) 
 
you can't see what's behind my eyes 
it's a hell of a disguise 
 
i don't know what's wrong with me  
there was a time if i remember correctly 
i was wound up wrapped tight 
and throwing down every night						 | 
					
										
						| 7. Calculate
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							i'm a ruined ship 
a curdled beach 
my truth lies just beyond your reach 
 
it's such a joy to be alive 
my blasphemy survives 
 
go on and rob me of this 
i'm too tired to fight anymore 
 
i've got a cradle for your blade 
create it just below my skull 
 
hard axe and shallow hull 
the finest ever made 
 
it's looking just like a sign 
maybe we'll make it out 
 
this piece of ore i cradle tight 
will never get me through the night 
 
your sai in my regards 
leaves a chasm large 
 
i calculate this dizzy height 
the river waits for me tonight						 | 
					
										
						| 8. Wax Moth
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							fish are swimming and trends are spinning 
in my head there's no end to it 
life is too short to miss the excitement 
and watch it all fade away 
 
just wait and see what becomes of me 
 
inside people love to stare at you  
falling clumsily around 
inside people would love to share with you  
if only you were inside 
 
back home people are cloudy opaque dark and thick 
back home people have faded 
what have i seen in the chlorine dream 
 
the light is burning wearing down wearing down 
humanity's learning to burn it down burn it down 
 
fish are floating and twins are sinning 
in my head theres no end to it 
 
just wait and see who depends on me 
 
yesterday was full of reruns  
i think i've seen this one before 
stand up like erector  
tear it down run it down 
 
tonight you remind me of mean old black beard 
pillaging my soul  
i'll stand my ground if the ship goes down 
 
fish are living and friends are giving  
in my head theres no end to it 
 
just wait and see don't ever question me						 | 
					
										
						| 9. James Taylor
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							if i close my eyes and block out the sounds 
of a city in the sky i can smell the salt all around 
 
on a bluff where i sit 
and if there is a god this is it 
 
james taylor on the headphones 
could make me miss carolina 
there's no time for that you know 
 
this is one of those moments that will last for all time 
and if there is a god this is it 
 
the tide is coming and the stones begin to roll 
up and back against the shore 
it sounds like traffic below 
 
and now it's an overpass on a highway here at home 
and if there is a god this is it						 | 
					
										
						| 10. An Open Letter To Charlton Heston
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