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  1. Unstuck

From the recording The Last Place To Go

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Lyrics

Jonas Friddle - Guitar, Vocals
Anna Jacobson - Trumpet, Vocals
Evan Jacobson - Trombone, Drums
Andrew Wilkins - Bass
Steve Doyle - Electric Guitar

dad had a bad mood, he thought he left it back east
till the rain hit the west coast and shattered his peace
the laughing little wipers on a tinted windshield
gave dark little glimpses at the upcoming years


a man ain't a swiss watch, all well oiled and clean
he's a lopsided pinball in a tilted machine
And he's cursing his bum knee and he's cursing his luck
can't get his mind free, can't get unstuck
can't you see how I need your love?

the movie’s always a rerun on a Sunday afternoon
they take out the bad words with a big slotted spoon
I could have enlisted but no one liked the war
now no news is good news once you hit 34

a man’s not a head coach, calling shots for the team
he's a kid in a basement, eyes glued to the screen
and he's cursing his bum knee and he's cursing his luck
can't get his mind free can't get unstuck
can't you see how I need your love

excuse my expression, I missed what you said
but you're angry I'm guessing, cause your face is all red
but the grey wolf was howling, it's the call of the wild
it's making away with my inner child

I'm coming up ragweed, I'm coming up short
I'm driving from the back seat with nothing to report
and I'm cursing my bum knee and I’m cursing my luck
can't get my mind free can't get unstuck
can't you see how I need your love