on Luck on Fumes on Spit on Love

by ilyAIMY

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about

This is the disc that was never supposed to be. An unexpected production delay on the full-band CD Myxomatosis Failed left rob and Heather without any CDs to sell on their impending tour. So in a five-hour recording and mixing session, the duo threw together this spare recording (home burning the first round), which would go on to become some of the fans' favorite discs featuring some of the strongest songwriting.

Recorded (mostly) at Puresound Studios with Jeremy Hesford. Track 3 recorded Live at WRNR 103.1 Annapolis. Tracks 4 & 8 completed on a little red 8-track at the Lloydholme.

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released September 2, 2003

rob Hinkal: guitar, vocals
Heather Lloyd: guitar, vocals

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ilyAIMY is a percussive acoustic rock animal hailing from Baltimore, MD. Mixing genres from rock to folk to soul to bluegrass; flavours as varied as jazz and hip hop curl through what is undoubtedly one of the most exciting sounds in today’s folk(ish) music scene. Instrumentation includes acoustic guitars, cello, djembe, Irish bones, keyboard, bass, drums & harmonies. ... more

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Track Name: Storm
It¹s the years first snow on the outside, and I¹m holding you on the inside... and nice try, but between us, it¹s an hour¹s drive. You know I have trouble with distance, you grow legends.. I just grow... distant. With the bus in the shop, it¹s quite a long walk. New Year¹s Eve was quite a storm, the time was racing. Eaten up in a frenzy by that stupid job of yours. And I never met so many bigots, all in just one night, but if this is LIfe, than it¹s not worth Living. please don¹t be like this. Just don¹t choose this. The atmosphere it gathers, for one last push. It shoves the twenty in the gutter, just out of reach. ANd I stretch and I pull but when you¹re neck down deep down in it, you just end up freezing. Please don¹t be like this, just don¹t choose this. chorus We are the chosen ones, things academics could not comprehend, or so they say. We have the force of muses, we carry their obsession, and we keep watch... we carry them through this storm. So why am I so hung up on people who waste their time? Crying over things that don¹t care to be cried for? The storm is rising, I feel it in my teeth, you lied to him, could you lie to me? This doubt is in my teeth. But, you know that 20 as well as I, if you could swallow your pride, it maybe just might just save your Life. But vision is dirty, and passion is dirty, and Living is dirty, and you want to keep so clean. You know I could set you free, no wonder you don¹t want to touch me. They know I could set you free, no matter, you don¹t want to touch me. chorus And I carried you every day.

©1998 rob hinkal
Track Name: Argonauts
Argonauts
“Try the green one
it’s been guaranteed
To sway your head the way you want it to

I know you’re tired
Of fighting this fight
Put it down now
Let it sleep”

So nice to see in shades of grey again
I’ll never see the reds that you see
But I miss crimson just the same

“Well, try the red one then
It stays inside your head
Keeps you warm inside like alcohol”

I never understood that one all too well
It’s just another pill for the common man

There’s enough in there for three long days at least
That’s enough time for your standard resurrection
Whoever comes to fill your next prescription
They’re gonna be a brand new man

You know I step in front of trains
Just to feel the pain
Of gravel as I step back out of range
Well these new bullet trains
They got what I’ve got in mind
Too much speed to get away

Well, I stepped through the twin blue doors again
And heft my axes for the world again
Armed and armoured, flannelled toothed and guarded
I put my blades to earth six long years ago today
Well it’s a sin I know
To penetrate
And I never stopped to get his name

There’s enough in here
To dull down the noise I fear
Keep me from thinking of his face
It ain’t enough to get me through the rough rough spots
But I’ll take every pill that I can take

And I play games with Jersey walls
They’ve got no sense of humour after all
Playing games with guardrails in the night
I can’t think straight
So I just drive straight
And keep my eyes closed through it all

“Well, I’ve got one thing left
It’s guaranteed again
To let your blood rest in it’s tubes.

Mixed right with your chemistry
It closes the mind’s third eye you see
Dries the juices from your head”

Seeing with the mind’s eye
It’s got it’s price to pay
Closing it has a cost again
“It that’s a cost that you don’t think you can meet just yet
We’ll meet again this time next week.”

You know I step in front of trains
Just to feel the pain
Of gravel as I step back out of range
Well these new bullet trains
They got what I’ve got in mind
Too much speed to get away

And I play games with Jersey walls
They’ve got no sense of humour after all
Playing games with guardrails in the night
I can’t think straight
So I just drive straight
And I’ll keep my eyes closed to the wall.


©2000 rob hinkal
Track Name: Sever
You push me up against a wall
undress me like I was your own
pants first, no hesitation,
all this with our shirts still on

I want to walk on out
but your bedroom voice makes me just want you more
and this guilty conscience seems secondary
to being alone here on the floor

I want to cut you on out
razor your memories from my skin
but I'm the one who always bleeds
you don't feel anything.

Please, be careful with my sinner's heart for Heaven's sake
I seem impervious, but that doesn't mean that I don't still break This isn't that shiny, shrink-wrapped kind of love - we both know better - remember it's just a line: "You could wake up next to me forever."

Last night I could barely breathe
you with her in the other room
jealousy seems hypocritical
but I'm still tuned in to every moan

The carpet seems oddly like splinters
the walls betweeen seem paper thin
I imagine your hands upon her
does hers remind you of my skin?

I want to figure it out
where do you end and I begin
because I'm the one who always needs
you don't feel anything.

Please, be careful with my sinner's heart for Heaven's sake
I seem impervious, but that doesn't mean that I don't still break This isn't that shiny, shrink-wrapped kind of love - we both know better - remember it's just a line: "You could wake up next to me forever."

- Heather Lloyd
Track Name: Save Berlin
He can have any place you would give him,
but please, save Berlin for me.
If I can't have your love or the warmth of your skin,
give me rights to a place he's never been.

From the rocking-chair porch of the Atlantic Hotel,
we can pretend we are gray-haired and long-married.
Joints creaking in time with the floorboards,
as we laugh about the years that we've carried here today.

It's really so little to be asking for.
What good is one tiny town?
When he has the run of your mountains and valleys
and can take you the whole world around.
I'm sure he'll take you the whole world around.

But he won't bring you gold buttons or ruby-bead jewels
that we'll find in the junk shops of Berlin.
And the notes that I wrote you from before we were born,
pressed between the Life magazines.
And you might be small, but in the model train shop,
I'll make you a giant for a day,
and you'll finally see what I've been saying all along,
when you level the little men with a wave.

Isn't this more than you could ask for?
All this in one tiny town.
We could have the run of it's bricks and its streetlamps.
Tell me, who needs the whole world around?
Tell me, who needs the whole world around?

We've been raised on the movies and wrecked on the movies
where patience is remembered and places are saved.

So don't meet me at the top of the empire state building
or know me by the painting on my wall,
I hear this used to be a movie town.
I hear this used to be a movie town.

He can have any place you would give him,
but please, save Berlin for me.
If I can't have your love or or your lips or your skin,
give me rights to a place he's never been.

Please save Berlin for me
save Berlin for me
Where patience is remembered and places are saved.
I hear this used to be a movie town.

© Heather Lloyd
Track Name: oh Damn
Hey Sweetness:
Oh damn I think you're up again,
that flutter pulse notes consciousness,
I guess I'll just have to goodnight kiss again...
oh DAMN.
Hey Sweetness:
Tilt your head up again for this,
you know it's not something you're going to want to miss out on.
Yeah, one more kiss
and no-one's going to miss that grin.

A twitch means that you are slipping now
and look at the clock shows it's gone 5 o'clock somehow,
and I don't know where the time goes.

Hey Sweetness:
I found this gift for you today,
spent almost all day yesterday,
searching through the lost and founds.
You know I had it in my pocket here,
oh damn I must have left it back there,
well, it'll always come around again.
Oh damn.

The edge of a snore or small sounds are meaning dreams,
I hold you with the lightest touch
but I always seem to wake you up.

Did my wingtip touch your shoulder?
I thought we always nestled peacably.
Flightfeather touching her hair.
It's Wingswept vs Wingsweep
I wonder if we'll ever sleep again.

Michael parks his car outside my window
like he always does
I don't think he knows
it's shiny side
makes my whole room glow
every morning.
Dawn just hit,
a minute's passed,
and my whole room is on
FIRE!
Oh damn!

©2001 rob hinkal
Track Name: Gaze
the sun is snaking its shiny self
up over these trees beam by beam
its light's reaching me
it's an unwelcome spy

one half-opened eye watches the clock creep
watches shadows sleep
long-side me again
night is like a long lost Lover
rediscovering.

It's a twitch it's a groan
my body's displeased
I've been awake for far too long
it's sending me a complaint up and down my spine
I send a message back down the line
this is no fault of mine
this is no fault of mine

it's three long months of travel and dust
it's bringing you home to me
I'm waiting at the gate
with the sun in my way
it's hiding Kansas from my
Gaze

the sheets are like sand
yeah they slip but they stick
I've been screaming in my dreams again
last night by the river
I lay my eyes on another
no longer a stranger but not quite a Lover

I was held dear but now you're holding me back
You're under my skin and I am Loving it
I was held down but now you're holding me up
dear
take what you can carry
I surrender it

it's three long months of travel and dust
it's bringing you home to me
I'm waiting at the gate
with the sun in my way
it's hiding Kansas from my gaze

I've been training like a boxer
get my mouth into shape
I'm shaping up as a syren
I'm changing my draw
I'm going to hold your
gaze

the heat of the street
keeps me from sleep
I hear the dust bowl is burning
I hear it's turning to glass
I hear it's a Hell on Earth there
I hear it sucks the breath from your breast dear

I got shelter erected
I got green grass underfoot
after all these words and all these miles
I'm set to slake your thirst

I promise thunder on your arrival
I promise lightning will strike twice dear
maybe three times lady if you are
very
very
good
I promise to crack the sky
I promise to stand so high
I promise to make the ride worth while

you've got to Love what you've got
and Love what you get
and Love it for leaving again
I'm standing at the gate
I'm going to let you in
I just want to hold your gaze
until you leave again
I've been training like a boxer
get my mouth into shape
I'm shaping up as a syren
I'm changing my draw
I'm going to hold your
I Love what you got and I Love what you give
gaze

©2001 rob hinkal
Track Name: LooseN
I think we proved it
my guitar sounds better in the dark
like our faces, all floating
souls protected I think we think better in the dark.

all narcotic all soaking
I'm spoiled by your fingers
pray let me spoil you with mine
I will be soo kind

fingers pressing it's the tension
of attention
shame to let this want go all to waste
and let the have-nots have too soon

yeah, let my fingers do the walking
yeah, I ripped that off
give me time
and that's not all that I'll be ripping off

this isn't all that I am thinking
i just let my body speak first
it's the forefront of hindbrain
it's the loudest of all my parts

under cover of my sorrow
I'll get it all and strike it down
I've come to you for holding
please let me, please let me in

And I'd write Love songs if I would
you know like Brian would
I'd compare you to a summer's day
If I thought cliches

but I'll hold you up in darkness
light the night with all your flame
if you let me
I'm gonna take everything that I can

serenade this blank brick wall again
the edge is blurring
the morning sun is here,
the morning sun is here and it is burning

time for me to be turning home again
thank you for the time that you have loosed to me
in spite of me
all I can say is at least it's me

you'd not know the thoughts here churning
but I'm in the habit of spreading my mouth oh so wide
not like I'd kiss and tell
but what the Hell
I'll simply kiss and stand and sing

and I'd write Love songs if I could
you know I swear I would
but I'm so angry everyday
I'm never done fighting everything

you are building wings up from my ribs
I'll give you everything that you need
fill my feathers with blue gas heat
I'll kill the lights and watch them shining
I'll watch you shining

I think we proved it
all my words sound better in the dark
that way you can not see
all of what is leaving me

I'm open innocent, eyes so wide
and that's a rarity
I'm catching light, I'm trying to make it till the daylight strikes

speak to me of Germany, speak to me of your fights
I'm pinned down here in the Christmas lights
I'm pinned down here in your eyes

I'm getting Looser in my thinking
you're getting cooler every night
I'll play the game until it's ended
If I could take everything you know I just might.

and I'd write Love songs if I could
you know I swear I would
but I'm so firghtened everyday
II'm never done running from everything

you're building wings up from my ribs
I'll give you everything that you need
my bones my breath my teeth
I'll write Love songs if you please...

to keep you shining, I'll keep you shining.

©2000 rob hinkal
Track Name: Matador
I am a matador, my mother told me so
She brought the message to me all the way from San Francisco
She said, "Hold this cloak tight in your hands,
you're destined for achievement.
With it cut a swath through life and your path into the pavement."

I don't want to say I've lost my faith in swords and capes,
but my blood is just as red
and this matador is weary of winding and sweeping
in every direction, all this is just distraction
not real protection from the weakness inside.

This mirrored armor reflects the smiles of those who come to see,
But I'm not so sure as they who the casualty is supposed to be
If I never fight the fight the outcome can stay mystery
If you never were you always could have been
and I owe nothing to history.

Can't this battle wait for later, maybe never,
never's better, never's safer
I don't want to work this hard forever
I can omit, it's not an error,
but the fairer of two choices that are mine, not yours, to make.

Why try when effort begets more of the same?
Every day a new beast to fight to preserve my name.
What if I refuse, would horns still cut me and once cheering hands abuse?

I am a matador, my mother told me so
But how many bulls must I fight before I am allowed to go?
With every win my reputation only spreads and grows,
But one day I will miss a step and fall beneath the horns.

©2002 heather lloyd
Track Name: Molotov Swell
And if you are wine
Then I must be turpentine

It's 3 o'clock
not quite as dark as it could get
the first frost was swept back to the sea
and the rain
keeps me awake
with the hope of fingers
on my window pane

these are dangerous games
for dangerous times

You know, it's all in the eye
and it's not my fault that you caught mine
I am an ocean
of emotion
I am turbulent
and fraudulent

and if you are wine
then I choose to drown

I am a black gull crying
from the sea to the spire
I can visit your window
but I can't seem to carry you down

It's 3 o'clock
just about as dark as it can get
but when you light that match I'm going to light up the world
You know I'm ready
you know I'm spread so thin
with all of these people
they've been drinking me
They're taking my soul
right through my eyes
and I don't know
no I don't know why

but if you are fine
than I am fine.

(much extraneous chordage, wailing, gnashing of teeth and guitar bashing)

©2001 rob hinkal
Track Name: Well Plumbed
Read the warning on the box and read it carefully. Read it in your right mind and unpack the package carefully. It's the chemical outside changing the chemical inside of every one of us.

Read the warning on the lable, read the lable on the box, read more carefully this time and try remembering not to lie.

She's plucking at the heart-strings picking carefully. Made up for the world you know you've got to pucker prettily. Fresh flesh memories of mammories and polished skin and pushing in and being pushed and finally you're yielding.

You're reading futures on the ceiling, 10 foot high and out of reach, you're sitting back and smoking, sitting back and trying not to think.

You always told me I was full of hate. So bitter spitedful and deadly tasting. I always wondered what you saw in me. Why were you there if you never liked me anyways?

I always thought that you were full of hate. So bitter laughing and vicious tasting. Now I wonder what I saw in you. Why was I there if I never liked you anyways?

You can take this sitting down or you can take this lying down if you can't take the penetration you know you can always take it in the mouth. Well now I'm sitting up in bed, I'm throwing up from wrongful spillage, you know it's safe to mock the dead, it's what I get 10 cents a minute.

Well now it's $24 later, I've suffered all your implications. Nod and smile's all I say, hang up the line and shake and shake.

Well now it's 24 hours later, I've suffered all your imprecations. I've made decisions and bought the gun, mark the date and wait and hate.

Read the warning on the box and read it carefully. Read it in your right mind and unpack the package carefully. It's the chemical outside changing the chemical inside of every one of us.

Read the warning on the lable, read the lable on the box, read more carefully this time and try remembering not to lie.

©2001 rob hinkal
Track Name: Pine
There's a beauty to soft woods with knots that untangle
easily by chisel, easier by saw
but press a finger deep and you may even dent the surface
like talc, parading as a rock, one scratch removed from dust

No my grain is not complicated
But my heart is solid and well-made
Pleasantly understated
and I might be the wood
But you're the lathe

No, I'm not too proud to bend to fit the space I'm given
You can cut the dovetails right into my spine
For you I would crush myself to paper
and drink up your every word like wine

No, my grain is not complicated
But my heart is solid and it is well-made
And I might be just pleasantly understated
and I might be the wood
But you're gonna pine

I might be scraped and scarred,
but they say I've got a lot of character.
And I will probably fail to warm you
by the fire that you make here.
Every day I get less new but maybe more amazing,
but I promise I'm in progress
and i might be worth the waiting.

I wish I could have been born purple heart
I'd love to bleed like that
hearing everyone say how pretty
when they saw me in half
but in me's a sweetness untapped.

You take me down when the year if over
just one more past-tense passion it's time to put away
and all the sparkle you put on me
is boxed up for next year's love,
next year's tree.

And I will let you put me in a box
just as long as it is mine
one day they will bury me in a redundant skin
people are buried in me all the time.

I don't know when I started believing
to be good you have to be defeated
so I am good but I am lonely.
I am good but I am lonely.

I tried to slip a splinter underneath your skin
when you weren't looking.
you weren't looking.
But I missed.

©2003 heather lloyd
Track Name: Deep in the AM
It's 4am and the scent of your candle
still lingers on my fingers with the scent of your hair
and cigarette ash in the air
my fingertips are stinging from all their overuse
and my voice from the singing
I caught something from you I'm sure
I'm coughing up blood heart's blood
from a wound so deep
most wouldn't even know it was there
catch a glimpse of the moon
the sky's like ice
and though my eyes sting
I wouldn't trade this sensation for anything

Well I know it's the start of the winter season
where the weak things die but the strong thrive
and maybe the moon in December will see us leaping
and maybe the moon in December will just see us fall

It's 5am and I'm caught but good
fresh and full like never before
the moon casts its glare on the wolves outside your door
this Love is in the substance
in everything that we sing
we create this passion from which they all shrink from
whether you carry me or I carry you
we'll get the fame and the glory
standing in the tunnel the trains cut through us
no lying in the ditch they'll just rush by
we'll stare at the lights no squinting
we'll catch every spy by the scruff of his neck
I'll help you through this

I know it's the end of the summer season
where the weak things die and the strong survive
and the moon in July might see us weeping
but the moon in July will see us through

well it's 6am
and the ticking of the clock cuts through me
I turn to my left but you're dead to the world
maybe 7 will find me dreaming
but then again I already am
the dreams in my head fall from my mouth to the bed
maybe they'll lift you up
but maybe I'll weight you down
I know you have an awful lot on your soul
maybe the moon will burn this feirce for three whole days
but its the last of the moment for us to sing to


©1999 rob hinkal