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on Luck on Fumes on Spit on Love

by ilyAIMY

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1.
Storm 05:08
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
2.
Argonauts 05:31
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
3.
Sever 03:43
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
4.
Save Berlin 04:50
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
5.
oh Damn 04:09
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
6.
Gaze 04:29
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
7.
LooseN 05:55
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
8.
Matador 04:19
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
9.
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
10.
Well Plumbed 04:26
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
11.
Pine 04:27
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
12.
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

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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, cajon, Irish bones, keyboard, bass, drums & harmonies. ... more

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