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RED FISH
Words and music by J. Stoll ©2007
Arrangements by The DoneFors
Recorded live of the floor at B. Lahaie's studio Nov. 2007

A sweet vanilla cola with a hickey-shaped tattoo
You’re a homicidal maniac and I love you
Press your lips against my shoulder
Paint and paper sex appeal
I am naked to the right of you
You’re drunk behind the wheel

*I had a red fish
I used to have a red fish
Such a beautiful little red fish
But I left her in the salty water

If we make it to the hill before the conversation dies
Will you leave me at the bottom with no money set aside
I will make it on my own I guess
But I’d much rather follow you
To the coast or to the rodeo
Those dreams could be mine too, you know

*I had a red fish
I used to have a red fish
Such a beautiful little red fish
But I left her in the salty water
And that little red fish
Got caught up in a tidal wave
How I wish I rode a tidal wave
With my little red fish

So and ya leave me
Leave me go on and leave me
Leave me go on and leave me
Leave me go on and leave me
Go on and on and on and on

I will muster up the guts to take myself to Paris, France
And wind up on my back before I’ve even smelled romance
I won’t ever think of you
No, I’ll be perfectly complete
‘Cept those nights I’m all alone
And sleeping in a cold backseat

*Chorus

THE LAST THING YOU DO
Words and music by J. Stoll ©2006
Arrangements by The DoneFors
Recorded live of the floor at B. Lahaie's studio Nov. 2007

How I wish I had a rocket ship to blast out into the atmosphere
With my face on every billboard in the galaxy
I'd be some universal celebrity
And maybe you would think about me

How I wish I were a juggernaut, to leave you visibly distraught
But I don't make you double over I can't make you cry
How many fires do I start before you bat an eye?
And maybe make you think about me

*Wax my legs to pass the time
Sober friends and too much wine
You will be my valentine
If it's the last thing you do

Carve your name across my chest
Do anything that you request
With all this love I must profess
I am such a loser

Wish I had a red canoe, oh I forgot of course I do
But floating without paddles in a dirty lake
Only offers dysentery and bellyache
But maybe I would forget about you

*Sleep all day to lose my mind
Dream about you, how I long and pine
You will be my valentine
If it's the last thing you do

Carve your name across my chest
Do anything that you request
With all this love I must profess
I am such a loser

I'll be running naked full tilt down the street
Waiting for the cops to come and arrest me
And then at 6pm maybe you will see me on TV
I’ll be the one who’s all blurry in the private parts
And you’ll be swelling with love in your heart

I wish you saw the better side of all the love I would provide
Maybe some day if you heard me sing
Well you would toss your wedding ring
And maybe you'd fall in love with me

*Wax my legs to pass the time
Sober friends and too much wine
You will be my valentine
If it's the last thing you do

Carve your name across my chest
Do anything that you request
With all this love I must profess
I am such a loser

IN A CORNFIELD
Words and music by J. Stoll ©2005
Arrangements by The DoneFors
Recorded live of the floor at World Records Studio Sept. 2006

Stumbling on the brink of too many beers
Brain full of hash but not enough to numb my fear
And I am waiting on the edge of a cornfield with the rest of the kids

My courage is so tiny, so much smaller than my heart
It's darker than dark out, I don't know if this is smart
But hold your breath as we count down from ten
(Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one)
Then with cautious abandon we all run in

I don't know whose hand I'm holding
I have no clue where I'm going
All I know is that there is thunder in that sky
And my lips are so dry

*Kiss me deep until there are no kisses left
Let the sky open up and threaten death
I don't even know your name
But take me with you just the same
I will go with you anywhere

Wind rushing through mocks the sounds of the sea
Eight feet above our heads, corn stalks swaying in the breeze
And you are gorgeous in this light, even if it's in the night
I am smitten

Waiting in this pocket where there is no one around
Suddenly you are holding me as the rain hurdles down
Laughing voices in the distance start to taper off
I am ensnared by a kiss to end all kisses
I am mercilessly caught

I don't know whose hand I'm holding
I have no clue where I'm going
All I know is that there is thunder in that sky
And my lips are so dry

*Chorus

Burn this memory in my brain
'Cause I'll never see you again
In this cornfield, in this rain

*Chorus

ARSENIC PIE
Words and music by J. Stoll ©2005
Arrangements by The DoneFors
Recorded live of the floor at World Records Studio Sept. 2006

We can rot out the winter
In my grandad’s silo
Use the golden grain as a pillow
And dream away through February

We’ll pretend it’s an island
The sea is slowly rolling
The warm breezes consoling
These two tortured old souls

*But if you should die
Would you please leave me your eyes?
And an 8-track of your recorded lullabies

I’ll abandon my worry
At the first sign of snow flurries
I’ll climb the ladder and bury my body
In the bend of your body

Eluding the sunlight
We’re locked in by the ice
Sharing tiny meals with mice
I pray the spring will never come

*But if you should die
Would you please leave me your eyes?
And a feather bed to cradle my demise

The fields are swelling with melting
Soon we will be discovered
A tragic mystery uncovered
Rendered toxic

Wagering our tomorrows
In exchange for losing sorrow
As long as we stay tangled
We will go together

*But if you should die
Would you please leave me your eyes?
And a recipe for arsenic pie
And a recipe for arsenic pie