Could Eat, Would Sleep

by Yawn Mower

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released April 20, 2018

Welcome to "Could Eat, Would Sleep" (CEWS).

Mike Chick plays baritone guitar and sings.
Biff Swenson plays drums, percussion and sings.

The saxophone on Local Summer was played by Mark Gallagher and recorded by Tom Scheponik, both of Gringo Motel.

CEWS was engineered by Paul Ritchie at Insidious Sound in Neptune, NJ in January 2018.

CEWS was partially recorded and mixed by Pat Noon at eight sixteen Studios / Trax East in South River, NJ around the same time.

CEWS was mastered by Bill Azimuth at Azimuth Mastering. Not quite sure where he is based out of.

Photographs were taken by Mike Burke at Motion City Media in Asbury Park, NJ. Thank you Frank Zrinsky for the use of the space.

Layout once again was completed by Michael Loupos.

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Track Name: Local Summer
Hey dudes, its local summer
We’re gonna catch some waves
Maybe misbehave
Everything will be cool, its local summer

Hey babes, its local summer
We’re gonna lay in the sun
And have some fun
Everything will be cool, its local summer

Oceans pounding, people drowning
Local summer’s gone
Currents churning, hearts are burning
Local summer’s gone

Hey friends, its local summer
We’re gonna stay up all night
And feel alright
Everything will be cool, its local summer

Oceans pounding, people drowning
Local summer’s gone
Currents churning, hearts are burning
Local summer’s gone

WHOO! (Saxophone solo)

Oceans pounding, people drowning
Local summer’s gone
Currents churning, hearts are burning
Local summer’s gone

When you get to be, where you’re meant to be
Please remember please, what you meant to me
You will always be, love and light to me
You will always be, love and light to me

Lyrics by Mike Chick
Track Name: The Woods
Trees will hold on to their roots
Hikers marching with their boots
We can all cry for the lost
But what good is some wood if you ain’t got an axe?
To chop chop chop, chop chop chop

Lost in the woods again
Almost out of my rations
Pull back a bow and let it fly
Arrows across the sky

The hawk stood over a dead deer in the street
He looked around and said “this is all for me”
Stretched his wings and licked his beak
What good is a fire if you don’t have a match?
To chop chop chop, chop chop chop

Lost in the woods again
Almost out of my rations
Pull back a bow and let it fly
Arrows across the sky
The clouds they part so nice

Out on a raft
Can’t swim the best
Sailing all alone
So far from home

Here in this cove
It’s overall
Is the earth that big
Or am I that small

Lyrics by Mike Chick
Track Name: Shouted Poem
There will come a time
When everyone gets older
Every single day
People getting older
Complaining while their young
How they feel so old
With all that you could give
If you’re alive then live

There will come a time
When everyone is dead
And all the things you love
Will end up in a shed
Or someone else’s house
You won’t care either way
With all that you could give
If you’re alive then live

Lyrics by Mike Chick
Track Name: Operators (Are Standing By)
Today’s the day
I’m leaving town
Feeling so low
That I could lick the ground

Found a box in a treasure chest
Half a sandwich and a wizard map
No coins, no snacks, no notes from mom

The little things we all could do
That keep things running relatively smooth

Day after day
Living alone
If you’re sad then just pick up the phone
Operators
Are standing by for me

The food is rotten
The wires are fried
True love itself
won’t keep us alive

Spine popped the beach ball
We were all amused
Is it a cracked foundation
Or a blown out fuse

The little things we all could do
That keep things running relatively smooth

Day after day
Living alone
If you’re sad then just pick up the phone
Operators
Are standing by for me

Lyrics by Mike Chick
Track Name: Kickstand
Don’t look down
All you see are cigarettes on the ground
Right or wrong
You can kiss me at the end of this song

Daily inspiration, scrolling through a feed
Pleasant interaction, a sense of hope and need

Sometimes, I need a hand
And there you are
Holding me up like a kickstand

Why not smile
Enjoy yourself for a little while
Just let go
Don’t get upset if things are going slow

People getting over, every single day
Some are hardworking, others aren’t worth their weight

Sometimes, I need a hand
And there you are
Holding me up like a kickstand

Hey! Let’s hope
The world spins right off the axis of this cruel joke
But in the meantime
We might as well do our best to try and do our best

Hey! Let’s hope
Our friends make money so they don’t live broke
But here it comes again
Knocking you down
Just like a bike without a kickstand

(break it down)

Hey! Let’s hope
Our friends make money so they don’t live broke
Sometimes I need a hand
And there you are
Holding me up like a kickstand

Lyrics by Mike Chick

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