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Crap Art

by Charlie Crane

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1.
Don't ask me how I been babe I can't see real straight Gimme plenty of Vicodin babe I was out real late Don't gimme no work today boss Need my legal drugs Get me caffeine on a tray boss Fill my coffee mugs Because you're giving me the drugs to improve my health And you're telling me how I should think for myself It's time I need a milkshake Of saturated fat I fill up my car on lunch breaks And stop to smell the gas 9 to 5 I work my fingers Down to dirt and sweat All I ask you in return is Just a cigarette Because you're giving me the drugs to improve my health And you're telling me how I should think for myself I've a pharmacy of prescriptions upon my shelf Alright... I'll get home and take my shoes off Hold my breath a lot Find a spittoon and start to cough And pour myself a shot Don't tell me how to live man I don't take LSD I'm happy with distractions man Addicted to sobriety Because you're giving me the drugs to improve my health And you're telling me how I should think for myself I've a pharmacy of prescriptions upon my shelf At least I've still got all my wisdom and wealth
2.
Better Days 02:50
I've seen many better days You stabbed me in the back right in my face You said that you would be around But all I did was laugh when I was down I'm breaking out cause that's all I know to do I'm waking up from the dream of loving you Better days, better days There has to be some better days Better days for me Better fish out there in the lovin' sea You got me so addicted But much to your surprise I've gone and kicked it The load I carry is much lighter Even my laundry is getting whiter now I'm coming home because I've nowhere else to go I'm movin' on cause there's so much more to know Better days, better days There has to be some better days Better days for me Better fish out there in the lovin' sea
3.
pen = tapping the notebook oh ho it's been a long long night mind = a babbling brook oh ho there's nothing left to write pen = scratches a word out it will not stand the test of age mind = blurts a new thought out but it won't make it to the page words of the greats have mocked and taunted you cause you could've said it if only you wanted to you should be relishing all their applause oh oh shouldn't you, genius without a cause? eyes = reading the writers who gave you the initial drive hands = use the highlighter over words that you write to strive eyes = hide your frustration as your foot taps a nervous twitch hands = procrastination by reaching down to scratch an itch eyes remain affixed to the wall before you everyone else has said it all before you you should be relishing all their applause oh oh shouldn't you, genius without a cause? did you think you'd be a master if you just wore the master's clothes your pain too can be beautiful if you can write it down as prose and now you're gonna wonder why we're all looking down our nose when you try to be a genius we all can see right through your pose
4.
Top Drawer 02:11
Smiling in the streetlight's glint You never looked this way before The morning air is crisp as mint This moment with you is top drawer Teasing me with gentle pokes As I reach out to even the score Acting out a vapid joke This moment with you is top drawer Top drawer, you're top drawer No longer can it be ignored, you're Top drawer, so top drawer And on your way to being adored Kissing me upon the swings There's so much of this world to explore Wondering what April brings This moment with you is top drawer Baby, say those magic words And we'll float down a mighty fjord Or maybe we could fly like birds This moment with you is top drawer Top drawer, you're top drawer No longer can it be ignored, you're Top drawer, so top drawer And on your way to being adored Top drawer, you know no longer can it be ignored Top drawer, because you're on your way to being adored Top drawer, because you're on your way to being adored
5.
You left me on March 16th I haven't slept a day since then I'm living on a diet Of notebook paper and pens and i can't tell the difference 'tween the tears and the rain salt mingles with water and to me it's all the same Don't wanna celebrate yours and my day Even though it's a week ago Friday And there's nowhere I wanna stay Don't wanna go out oh yeah no Don't wanna ever hear a piano Playing Chopsticks like you used to play You left me on March 16th And ever since I've had the blues Sick in pity when I should Be fancy free and footloose and i can't tell the difference 'tween your love and your hate i still think you're coming and that you are only late Don't wanna celebrate yours and my day Even though it's a week ago Friday And there's nowhere I wanna stay Don't wanna go out oh yeah no Don't wanna ever hear a piano Playing Chopsticks like you used to play It was the only thing that you knew You played it into the ground Everybody else thought that it blew But I always loved that sound They were the only notes that you plucked You plucked them time and again Everybody else thought that it sucked But I just loved hearing it then
6.
Hallway 03:08
right now it's gotten to the point it's easiest to hate you right now it seems you barely know my name although i used to date you and even when you talk to me my heart can't help but fall stray still i hold my breath every time i see you in the hallway you say i wouldn't want to hear it's seems a most absurd plan your innuendo of your night tells much more than your words can the thoughts in my head stay unchanged the pictures on the wall stay and i hold my breath every time i see you in the hallway i still hold on to every note you sent to me it reminds me of everything you meant to me and i know that just as soon as i have seen it i'll become again convinced that you still mean it i still can't get you off my mind and if i had a small say i wouldn't gasp for air each time i see you in the hallway
7.
Look inside the Sunday paper See what you'll find Next to the headline about the raper And the classified It's proof that we should be together There in black and white Even a fool knows Sagittarius Always loves a Gemini We were born to be together The Zodiac told me so I'm searching for an answer But I'm not accepting no We were made to be together The Zodiac wouldn't lie So I'll follow you Until you change your mind The stars predicted that today I'd fall in love with you And I know that the reading Is astrologically true So I'll call you for an hour A-trying to get a date Please babe don't be sour You know you cannot fool with fate We were born to be together The Zodiac's always right I'm not gonna let you sleep I'll tell you even in the night We were made to be together The zodiac has my trust Because you can't spell Sagittarius without us
8.
I met you in the society pages in the help wanted section You wanted a man who could pay your bills and also give affection I started as a pauper but I ended as a prince And I've moved on but you've been looking back ever since You had a way of turning all my pleasures into pain You stood out there shivering like Aphrodite in the rain You acted like the queen mum drinking royal majesty Buttered scones with i can't believe it's not blasphemy maybe it's because i haven't been around the block enough for your liking maybe it's because i haven't given enough oil for you to keep striking maybe it's because you want me to be heard and not seen maybe it's because i'm the joker to your mighty queen maybe it's because i'm the only one who knows you well maybe it's because i'm the only one who's seen your hell You wanted to shield me from reality on the evening news But I didn't start off with enough innocence to lose I'm not a bad man but I'm not running for the Pope So I don't see the need for you to wash out my mouth with soap I always got so drunk off your food for thought Every phrase you said was like another shot With every conversation I get a little more queasy Ain't there some law that prohibits you to speak easy? maybe it's because i haven't been around the block enough for your liking maybe it's because i haven't given enough oil for you to keep striking maybe it's because you want me to be heard and not seen maybe it's because i'm the joker to your mighty queen maybe it's because i'm the only one who knows you well maybe it's because i'm the only one who's seen your hell

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"...the 8 songs which make up the Crap Art album, where I wrote and recorded all 8 on March 31, 2004. The rules for the project and other examples can be found at the official Crap Art website*. However, I tried to make these songs as uncrappy as I could in the course of a day, and I think I succeeded for the most part." - Charlie Crane (age 16)

* crapart.spacebar.org/aad/

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released March 31, 2004

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