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Badtime Banjolele (10 Track Edition)

by Miscellaneous Plumbing Fixtures

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So we tried tried tried so much But you lied lied lied so much more I was the only one not smiling when the dust blew through after you put the pedal to the floor So you pick pick pick through what you’ve got left and you stick stick stick to what you know works and slowly things reform and trees grow tall but somewhere in the shade of those branches the spare pieces lurk and all your seasons change in just one day and you know you should just pick one but you’ve lost the words you want to say and when the penny lands heads up or the blossoms turn to green your fingers crossed that’s it for now and there’s only your conscience left to clean now you’re back back back on your feet but how long long long do you think that will last and you’re dipping a toe and you hope that you will grow if you could unhook the trailer off the past and all your feelings change in just one moment and you know you could just leave but something tells you to stay and when the bus has turned the corner and the tunnel found its light you hope to miss further bumps in the road and if you don't you hope you’ll hold on tight
2.
I’m a sucker for a rainy summer day I’m a sucker for a red head I’m the one who can’t let a bad thing go I’m kicking the dead We are the resilient misfits clawing at the girders of the over head train We’re not in this just because there is something to gain I’m stamping my feat burning the beat turning the cheek You think you’re clever but I will still deliver at the end of my tether Everyone running, sweating, working out the rest of us want to sit and shout please don’t do that on our account You’ve got from now until the end of Don Maclean to make your move but you won’t move, you can’t move I’m closing the gap I’m taking my nap I’m breaking my back You think you’re better but I don’t regret her and one day I’ll forget her
3.
getting a piece of the action is never a piece of cake everything has an opposite and equal reaction there’s no mistake There was nothing I could have done My heart was always going to break clutching at straws even when they’re all short try to find comfort in everything you bought but you’re not what it says on the poster and you’ve been caught Highway road East Arizona I knew then it was over but something can’t finish if you don’t let it start it’s time to put the horse before the cart losing your will will always mean you’re losing always making a decision when you should still be choosing try to accept that things improve but you just keep refusing I know that there’ll be moments and I know I’m not quiet there and I know that I’ll put obstacles in our way but you say you don’t care Getting a piece of the action is never a piece of cake all my emotions are autumn leaves and you the rake you could handle the give but not the take Highway road in PA I was in the car you were on your way there was nothing that I could say that would make you stay
4.
White old house On a cul de sac It doesn't always make an appearance When I'm looking back Fairly unremarkable Fairly middle class No particular memories to speak of Just a place to watch time pass Put in a new drive way, extended out the side kept the lawn nice and short so we didn’t have to stay inside shed tucked away in woodland the old fruit tree off on its own I am sure it would feel smaller now I am fully grown and there’s always going to be a part of me there a part I’ve left far behind and if they find it in the corner of the attic then I hope they wouldn’t mind keep it safe till some point I return When curiosity gets the better of me and we can light it up and watch it burn and maybe then I’ll be free The crazy neighbours all cats and car part junk the school near by that made me scared to leave my bunk the changing of the guard the hiding in my room the box that I called home should never be exhumed
5.
The man who couldn’t die is choking on his sandwich driving home one handed one eye on the road sat beside him Deidree she picks up his dry-cleaning offers her assistance despite her heavy load and he’s not thinking about her at that moment he can afford to live life on the edge but she’s not attached to her mortality as much as he might think The park is passing by them the engine is snapping at the heals of everyone in front who will not live forever and Deidree closes her eyes and listens to the music it was her choice to be sat here living hell for leather and he’s only thinking of himself at that moment because today’s like any other he can see the direction he wants to travel and he knows she can’t go with him and it will take her a while to get over him despite the writing on the wall because she’s always ageing and he will never die and their voices will be awkward when she has to take his call and he won’t bat an eyelid when all she does is cry The man who couldn’t die 100 years from now finds himself alone and drinking away his sorrows his fool proof plan for the future ignored in favour of a party and the shallow hum of boring voices that can’t share his tomorrows and Diedree still remembered him right up until her last but also she had moved on making so much of herself and occasionally she wondered if he was thinking of her but chances are he wasn’t.
6.
Noble effort made to reach you noble effort made for reason I was always just too young it was never the season tried to do just what you wanted failed time and time again How to survive when you see so much potential but you know it has to end pretend pretend pretend try and live a life that’s full get all tied up into knots and don’t break free when pretending takes its toll part of me wishes you very well another part of me hopes that everything goes wrong part of me hopes we find the love that long alludes you even as we fear that the time for that is gone pretend pretend pretend won’t help you grow find that out quickly as you hurtle down the highway leaving debris behind you as you go
7.
up where the woodlands meet the railway down where the rails meet the Hudson’s edge a spring time mist, a sunset sparkle on the river my feet fall heavy on the clay and I forget the rest… and you and I will never be again as long as I have breath in me, it is just what it is I won’t let you be the death of me and we will find a new path eventually, and you will see that although they might be mostly in major key not all songs end la da la da la da la de The sound of boots and stone and snow on the blanket by the fireplace is best the mountains, frozen lake, the winter morning’s glow the steam rises high from off my skin and I forget the rest… no more I’ll hear your fake tee hee as you attempt to humour me and you don’t need to ever see my failed attempts at revelry that always left me wishing desperately that I was somewhere out at sea embracing someone else pleasantly and we could sing the song that ends la da la da la da la de The reclining seats the holding hands the beam, the hush the animated crest the french restaurant under candle light my hands shake too much to sign and I forget the rest… and maybe it’s a tragedy that neither of us want to see and maybe if we didn’t flea we’d find our place in history but really dear it just can’t be you only bring me misery and I bring you the same I see there’ll be no ring so I won’t sing la da la da la da la de
8.
Dancing with the one armed nurse Underneath a string of lights Out the back of a lean to take out Just another of one too many nights Take the Pontiac out to San Clemente You've got friends out on Dana point Get all torn up on rum and cheap Chinese Make some coin in an old pool joint Fill your shoes up With California sand Before the rains come Before your last stand Fill your pockets With California air You may not love me anymore But I don't care Let the Pacific sun set On the hood of this once proud car I will fall asleep here counting the waves Up against this bamboo beach bar Maybe I'll head up the coast some time Find some shade amongst the red wood trees Or stumble my way down to the point Reyes lighthouse And salt my hair and cheeks with the sea breeze Fill your hat up With California leaves You may have found the cure But not the disease Fill your heart up Take a California Dare You may not love me anymore But I don't care Fill your pocket With California air You may not love me anymore But I don't care
9.
They pull up the truck there’s goods to be had thinking no one with that many toasters could be that bad and they clean him out of house and home and even now he’s got nothing they don’t leave him alone it goes all around his small home town the system he’d served all his life had let him down He couldn’t escape he couldn’t break free they found his body swinging from a sycamore tree and no one batted an eye everyone has their time to die sure it’s sad and sure some wept but there weren’t many from the company he kept they couldn’t bring themselves to mourn most of them all filled with scorn he’d hoped his early death had meaning but no one wants to know where the future’s leading
10.
I’ve been down I’ve been beat I’ve been left lonely at the end of the street I’ve seen this city at every hour of the night I’ve been so close to giving up the fight and in part at least I’ve been to blame but next time it won’t be the same I’ve been belittled I’ve been reduced I’ve been made to feel I don’t have any use My self-esteem torn to shreds love was just a word to be said and clearly I’m no good at this game but next time it won’t be the same You’ll understand me I wont’t believe it you’ll hold out your hand and I’ll receive it as it goes on we won’t believe our luck and neither of us need to ever be in the wrong when you come along I’ve been troubled I’ve been a mess but if you know me you know I’ll try my best I’ve been lost I know you’ll find me Once again I’ll leave it all far behind me but next time I will feel the change and it will be so different, beautiful and strange We’ll say the right things You’ll have the looks our first kiss will be one for the books We’ll redefine it all and never run too fast and it won’t matter that it took so very long for you to come along You’ll let me be sad We’ll hear each other out there’ll be a safety there’ll be no doubt Each time I’ll see you will be better than the last and there’ll be no catch we’ll be where we both belong When you come along

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"10 VERY jolly songs about REALLY painful shit."

This year the plan is to release as many 10 track themed albums as possible. So we had the Weekend Album written and recorded in a weekend, The Pleasencing! all about Donald Pleasence and now Badtime Banjolele

This album started off simply as the idea:
“what if I just do an album, 10 tracks, written and performed only on the banjolele?"
It seemed like something of a fun challenge for me.
Well what emerged was something that I personally consider, with no hint of ego or hyperbole, some of my best stuff.

DISCLAIMER!:
This is just THE STANDARD 10 TRACK VERSION of the album. If you want 6 more demo versions of songs and a whole new song not included on this version of the album then please purchase the special edition here: miscplumbingfixtures.bandcamp.com/album/badtime-banjolele-special-edition

The name of the album started as a joke. The idea was that I would call it Bedtime Banjolele because there’s nothing sexy about a banjo uke and then that became Badtime Banjolele just because I liked the connotation of that and it sounded a bit like Ragtime. As the songs emerged, though, the title just seemed more and more appropriate!

I really really hope you love the album too and spread it around, share it, talk about it but most of all listen to it! listen to it as much as possible!
Thank you so much for all your support

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released July 8, 2015

Written, performed and produced by Jon Cross of Miscellaneous Plumbing Fixtures.

Copyright Om/No Productions Music 2015

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Miscellaneous Plumbing Fixtures New Milford, Connecticut

Songwriting and banging your instruments together

The main thing I love to do is write songs. I pick up various instruments from ukulele to piano, accordion to percussion and electric guitar to harmonica and bang them about to try and get close to the noises I hear in my head but the writing comes first. ... more

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