Out Of Key With The Windows Down

by Lawsuit Models

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Lawsuit Models:

Guitar/Vocals - Ryan Heller
Guitar/Vocals - Ryan Turch
Bass/Backing Vocals - Terry Maloney
Drums - Tyler Merkel

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released September 25, 2014

Tracks 1 - 4:
Engineered and Mixed by Chris Fogal at Black in Bluhm (CO)
Mastered by Mike Kalajian at Telegraph Recording (NY)

Tracks 5 - 8:
Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Chris Fogal at Black in Bluhm (CO)
Drums - Jamie Lucas

All songs written by Lawsuit Models, except "Will Ferrell Walks Into A Bar" written by Rob Peters

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Lawsuit Models Denver, Colorado

A drunken phone call, a couple of blind dates, a few broken strings, many cases of beer, a big move, and a roster change. That is our story.

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Track Name: Roger Ebert's Grave
It looks like it's that time again,
everyone's been jumping ship.
and getting out.

Soon there won't be no one left
and I'll have to fend for myself.
What do I do now?

'Cause it seems like these days everything is in flux.
The longer I stay the deeper I get stuck.
Stuck in the same place I'm stuck.

Feels like I'm digging my own grave.
I'm busy digging my own grave.

Everyone has got the right
to make up their own god damn minds
And they chose to go

So I'll sit right here and melt
Just feel sorry for myself
And just watch the snow.

'Cause it seems like these days everything just sucks.
The longer I stay the deeper I get stuck.
Stuck in the same place I'm stuck.

Feels like I'm digging my own grave.
I'm busy digging my own grave.

When the casket's closed and they seal me in
and I'll never be heard from ever again
I'm down here digging my own grave

Two years from now, some jerk will walk in,
have to drink himself to sleep like I did when,
I was digging my own grave.

Five years from now, another jerk will walk in,
the same shit happens over and over again.
He'll just be digging his own grave.

Like I was digging my own grave.
We're all just digging our own graves.
Track Name: I Broke All My Joey Cape Pint Glasses
Take me back to the days when everything was so easy.
We didn’t have to count the hours we spent working.
I’m so tired. I cannot sleep.
I’m restless. My bones are growing weak, everyday.
No, Not today.

We’re weary, overworked, fatigued.
We can barely, stand on our own two feet.
Desperately.
We’re screaming.

And I’ve spent so much of my life chasing ghosts.
Then one day we packed up all our things and moved away from the coast.
Now we’re working for a piece of paper.
That will one-day get us somewhere.
We hope. I don’t know.

We’re weary, overworked, fatigued.
We can barely, stand on our own two feet.
Desperately.
We’re screaming.

Give us three chords and a melody,
Just another sad song.
And we’ll sing it at the top of our lungs,
Together we’ll carry on.
Track Name: Hey Dan Rather, I Quit!
It's another Monday morning and my legs are still tangled up,
in the comforts of my sheets. I'm not ready for this work week.

Through the curtains creeps the sun, chasing sleep from my eyes.
In focus come those red-blurry numbers that never lie.

I'm tired of that old phrase,
"make the best of things."
I've been working these long hours and I never see that pay.
I can't stand another day doing what my heart can't take.

There was a time way back when I thought, I might sing these songs,
Coast to coast. Those lofty expectations.

I could never write enough tunes and I could barely fill a set.
I got stuck here working overtime and now I strum along to my regrets.

I'm tired of that old phrase,
"make the best of things."
I've been working these long hours and I never see that pay.
I can't stand another day doing what my heart can't take.

So be sure to tip your bartenders, the next round is on me.
I've quit my job, I'm moving on, and I have a few more left to sing.
I can't stand another day doing what my heart can't take.
Track Name: Will Ferrell Walks Into A Bar
It's not the eight-hour day or the six days a week,
Or all the garbage in between,
I've got mouths to pay and bills to feed.

I'm not reaching for the sky, but I try.
Looking straight ahead,
Every day feeling born again.

Just around the bend,
I can feel it now, I'm closing in.

If tomorrow never comes,
I'll never know and I don't care.
Dealing with today.
Promises made of promises not kept.

My hands are cold and my shoes are warm.
I should be home by tomorrow afternoon.

If this shit never ends,
I'll be ready to anticipate.
Trying to make ends meet.
Money lent is money that's been spent.

This beer is cold and this bar is warm.
I'll be home the next time I can see.

I really know this time, is my time.
I'm breaking out.
Gonna leave that world behind,
Until I fall back down and start again.

My reward is overdue and I'm going into overtime, this time.
I won't be breaking down again.

Just around the bend,
I can feel it now, I'm closing in.

If tomorrow never comes,
I'll never know and I don't care.
Dealing with today.
Promises made of promises not kept.

My hands are cold and my shoes are warm.
I should be home by tomorrow afternoon.

If this shit never ends,
I'll be ready to anticipate.
Trying to make ends meet.
Money lent is money that's been spent.

This beer is cold and this bar is warm.
I'll be home the next time I can see.

I'll be home by tomorrow afternoon.
I"ll be home the next time I can see.
Track Name: Take Pischke Road
Empty cul-de-sacs and cold summer nights,
Driving when we know we shouldn’t be out on the road,

We sing along to our favorite songs,
out of key with the windows down,
singing for the stars.

Country roads, don’t take us home.
Get us lost for one more song.

We’ve seen our share of dead end streets…
We’ve detoured our dreams…
We’ll find our way together not alone.

We sing along to our favorite songs,
out of key with the windows down,
singing for the stars

Country roads, don’t take us home.
Get us lost for one more song.

Remember those nights,
The songs didn’t stop,
we circled the block,
and the stars shined bright.

… our stars shined bright.
Track Name: Still Haven't Thought Of A Better One
tell me that one about how things will be much better
how you're in desperate need of some different weather
how its time for a change, a new place a different venue
just know that if you go we'll miss you....

(cause) its hard to fight all the things you feel inside
so full of hope and doubt, conflicting emotions
(if its) wrong or right, in the end its still your life
and you're the only one who can make this decision

the same here, the same town, the same old worn out places
the same you, the same crew, the same old tired faces
all the days blur together too much "do you remember when?"
could be a good time to start again...
Track Name: Bide Your Time
its a snowy morning I'm sick as shit
but for once in my life that's about the worst of it
I'm not broke and I don't hate my life
could say it's about damn time it just
feels kinda weird to not be pissed...

people that I've wronged have forgiven me
and I probably don't deserve it, I caused them so much grief
but they've welcomed me with open arms
gotten past the pain and harm
maybe they see something I don't see...

but all the sad songs say "wait till tomorrow"
has tomorrow finally come?
looks like I made it through the night
(but) it feels so wrong for things to be going right
it feels so wrong for things to be going right

enjoy it while you can before it all goes away

everything's just falling into place
and I'm not waking in the morning and dreading the next day
got everything I need right here
friends and music, booze and beer
what if this is as good as it gets?

but all the sad songs say "wait till tomorrow"
has tomorrow finally come?
looks like I made it through the night
(but) it feels so wrong for things to be going right
it feels so wrong for things to be going right

enjoy it while you can before it all goes away

I still love those sad fucking songs
I just can't relate to them right now
but if I know me then it won't be long
till I'm lost and broken, broke and lonely again

but all the sad songs say "wait till tomorrow"
has tomorrow finally come?
looks like I made it through the night
(but) it feels so wrong for things to be going right
it feels so wrong for things to be going right

it's just so wrong for things to be going...
you best bide your time...

it feels so wrong for things to be going right

enjoy it while you can before it all goes away
Track Name: I'm Worried About Harry Potter
I wake up in the morning and look into the mirror,
These days I can’t stand the sight of my own face…
Staring back, I’m so ashamed,
The reflection of me 10 years ago, screams…

“I’m not dead!”
“What the hell have you been doing with our life?”
He shakes his head. I close my eyes.
When I open them again, he is gone.

I curse myself, for letting my dreams
take a backseat to my irresponsibilities
I’m clawing my way back up from the bottom
These dirty fingernails, callused hands,
and the cuts that don’t ever heal.

It used to be, I’d let the weight of the world
Drag me in to the ground, without a sound.
The remedy, an overdose of whiskey and nicotine.

But now when I come home from a long hard day,
I’m not searching for that Jameson to drown my sorrows away,
There’s this girl that I love, she makes everything okay.
I don’t need those ‘cowboy killers’ to exhale…

… the day’s mistakes…

I curse myself, for letting my dreams
take a backseat to my irresponsibilities
I’m clawing my way back up from the bottom
These dirty fingernails, callused hands.

I curse myself, for letting my dreams
take a backseat to my irresponsibilities
I’m clawing my way back up from the bottom
These dirty fingernails, callused hands,
and the cuts that will one day heal…

I’m waiting, for a word of change.
Things will get easier, I promise someday.
We’ll start a new life, I won’t let you down.
I won’t be afraid, I won’t be ashamed.