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Engineer: Tyler Watkins
Pre-Production: Richard Edwards
Mastering: Jason Ward
Art: Shaina Hoffman

Performed by The Bears of Blue River and a few folks whom The Bears of Blue River want to get real sweet on

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released 11 October 2011
Thanks to lovely faces and lovely places this record came to be. Enjoy it and please, Share the Bear!

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Track Name: Boy Toy
As I left the polish bar, you got up and out your car
you looked up at me and with your eyes you swore at me
You foolish little man, with your life set to plan
spend some time with me and a few tricks you will see
A spinster I will be, no man can tame me
I'll lead you to your grave this mistake will make you cave
But you're chicken shit lazy,
you're bat shit crazy
but Baby, we were meant to be.

My friends said I should hate her,
I'm meeting her later, this devilish sin
makes my life content to end
You foolish little boy, I have made you my toy
You're one of a few I have left to sit and stew.
A spinster I will be, no man can tame me
I'll lead you to your grave this mistake will make you cave
But you're chicken shit lazy,
you're bat shit crazy
but Baby, we were meant to be.

You foolish little man, this ain't no can can,
I'll kick you to the curb because that's what you deserve.
A spinster I will be, no man can tame me
I'll lead you to your grave this mistake will make you cave
But you're chicken shit lazy,
you're bat shit crazy
but Baby, we were meant to be.
Track Name: Cry Baby
When I was young it didn't matter,
I treasured time on my own
but now I'm scared of sleeping alone
So I hear this hair will fall out soon this year
but under that marker I'll be six feet dear

So get 'em up
Wave 'em high
all your reasons to die
With your teenage thought and your cry baby times
you would give your own life just to prove that you're true
But what good are you when you're gone baby blue?

When I was old it didn't matter,
I was always steps closer to meeting the lord
And I'm as best as I can be
for not completely being
in my right state of mind
it's getting worse all the time.

So get 'em up
Wave 'em high
all your reasons to die
With your teenage thought and your cry baby times
you would give your own life just to prove that you're true
But what good are you when you're gone baby blue?
Track Name: Celia Blue
As I begin to retrace the words and the space
for the lies that I did use
I'll begin to admit that I should have spent a little
more time being honest with you
with a story told it seemed so clear as the only way
of keeping you near

Everyone that I know
is getting, getting old
dance around in the wedding bands
Children, children they will grow

Get back from your set back
or just find yourself a way
Appalachian, Indian Reservation,
just get yourself away
love the Lord, or find a whore,
just give yourself away

Everyone that I know
is getting, getting old
dance around in the wedding bands
Children, children they will grow
Track Name: The Wringer
I don't ask no questions
leave it all up to suggestions
Whether I'm wrong or right
whether I'm a joy tonight
there's no good nights
til my names in lights

Am I selfish?
Am I driven?
Am I an asshole?
O' do you know?

When I was young
I was told
I would be something
then I didn't give a shit
but now I wanna be it.
O' buttercup baby, I won't go crazy
this tension in my arms is a heart attack alarm
And I may be selfish,
driven it seems,
but I'm an asshole.
O' that I know.

(No! Me!)
It's all about me.

Am I an asshole, o' do you know?
I'm an asshole, o' that I know.

(Oh do you, oh do you...?)
Track Name: On My Knees
I pleased myself in a cold, dark room
alone, with no thoughts of you.
O' fantasies all flicker via a flashing feed on that tiny screen.
O' lover if you had seen you'd flee before the count of three
Or you'd have gone and thrown me out
Or worse you'd stay to stick it out

When you can't get out
you must do something about
You can call your Mother,
but you know just what she'll say
"O' Why did you bother at all?"

I've lost few friends in life thus far,
the age of the internet makes it hard
but it offers up what a little boy dreams
flashing feeds of them center fold queens

O' lover if you had seen you'd flee before the count of three
Or you'd have gone and thrown me out
But worse you stayed to stick it out.

When you can't get out
you must do something about
You can call your Mother,
but you know just what she'll say
"O' Why did you bother at all?"
Track Name: The Joke
And I've got friends who never sleep a wink
but there always up for them late nite drinks
And we might share a bed,
or kiss instead
but sooner or later,
I hope we'll be friends

it's a slippery slope to the top but I hope
when we get there
we'll be past an affair.
I hope, I hope you don't think I'm a joke.

oooo la la ooo la la la

And I've got grains of sand,
a nice piece of land,
so won'chu come and hold my hand.
And we will grow old,
it will be a story told
when we're bags of bones that drive real slow

And it's a slippery slope to the top but I hope
in our rocking chairs,
we will have no cares.

I hope, I hope you don't think I'm a joke.

oooo la la ooo la la la
Track Name: Feral Child
Oh the soft blue green
of that television screen
wild like children, hear that feral child scream
quietly lay that babe upon the floor
sucking on his thumb and not asking too much more
spilling all my guts like them alter boys at night
fresh from communion with their first taste of wine
But on strong winds
That black cloud coming in
won't fear from, retreat from,
at least we're assured some rest in the end
We lay, lie,
love all the while.
This cougar love my darlin'
Father God agrees,
Go ahead,
just slip that blouse off for me.

Set on comin' back
stealing Pablo's words, slaughtering attempts to tongue them foreign words
She spoke of this fire, and all the smoke billowing out
Them poisons close my eyes, leaving her a solo mountain climb.

So we're off.
To the Dead Sea,
or Mexico City, praying lighting candles to that Virgin Mother Saint.

We lay, lie,
love all the while.
This cougar love my darlin'
Father God agrees,
Go ahead,
just slip that blouse off for me.
Track Name: Good Spark
Should I leave you, stick with you, should I know what to do?
Sometimes I think I don't know you.
O' you, who are you?
O' better yet, who am I?
O' Do you mind?

Should I wait, Should I waste or impatiently haste?
Life being fickle, it comes as a trickle to me.

Sometimes the strength to be alone,
is something that I don't own.

I asked to stay or go but the world I did roam,
a flicker in the wind I re-lit again,
a good friend said "Keep a Good Spark Burning"
Trust me darlin', you're always learning.

Should I wait, Should I waste or impatiently haste?
Life being fickle, it comes as a trickle to me.

Sometimes the strength to be alone,
is something that I don't own.
Track Name: Blue Ribbon
My friends at home, they all piss and moan
about how I live or when to give
it all to the world
or just to give it a whirl,
a nice little sample, a tasting ample

Just try hard,
don't get barred
and if you do,
it's a lesson,
a story worth addressing.
Undressing I need from some nice thing,
a prize little jewel to prove I'm no fool.

When you said
"How are you?"
and I swore you said "I love you."
But maybe, as of lately,
it's what I've been wishing.

On a visit home, to that old grass grove
The fair was in town, my friends were all around
The Blue Ribbon gal with her hair all down,
she was sent mission, my prize vixen

And I tried hard
And I got barred
and it sure was a lesson,
a story I'm addressing.
Undressing I need from some nice thing,
a prize little jewel to prove I'm no fool.

When you said
"How are you?"
and I swore you said "I love you."
But maybe, as of lately,
it's what I've been wishing.