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Catch Up Or Don't, See If I Care

by Miscellaneous Plumbing Fixtures

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Baby don't know which stockings my baby just can't choose Baby don't know what lipstick and baby can't find her shoes I don't wanna be around when all hell breaks loose I'll be out at the movies I don't need no rope to make a noose My Manager ain't got the numbers He's got the spreadsheet blues the higher ups are circling and that's never good news I don't wanna be around when all hell breaks loose I'll be out at the movies I don't need no spreadsheet to know I paid my dues I found my sanctuary in this cathedral of the light the images burn brighter in the middle of the night 100 million stories so much in here to see when all hell breaks loose you know where to find me My landlord's got some run down joints he needs his hammer and his screws the costs are rising higher with every tool they use I don't wanna be around when all hell breaks loose I'll be out at the movies I don't need no hammer man to know when they'll blow a fuse
2.
it’s always a case of make or break and make is falling far behind I said, more months back than I care to count another week and I’m going to lose my mind every morning and every evening colliding like some worn out cars waiting for the call and waiting for the collar that ends with all of you behind bars going back to the start is the only move left when you’ve exhausted all the other options when the trail runs cold with a dead end in sight and things aren’t yours they’re half hearted adoptions everyone is full of suggestions but it just leads to loads more clues what if there’s no more walking to be done in these tired old gum shoes what happens if it happens again what happens if you’re powerless to stop it what happens if it happens on someone else’s watch when it should be you that got it going back to the start is all I’ve got left when I can’t see the trees for the wood maybe there’s something you repeatedly miss are you doing all that you could?
3.
it took all the wind out of Martin the day they closed down the shop where was he going to buy videos now how was he going to stop other places didn’t have the selection other places didn’t have the cool staff other places felt colder his whole life had been torn in half there he sat on the curb the rain in the gutter ruins his shoes and nobody’s paying attention nobody notices whenever they lose and it won’t affect them in the morning they don’t think of the ramifications Martin knows when places like this close it’s bad for future generations Martin rolls on towards nothing everything’s moving so fast he’s sure there’s lots we missed in the rush he won’t lose his grip on the past his ex-girlfriend told him to live in the now most of his family worry but Martin takes comfort his tactile array he’s not the one in the hurry and there he sits on his bed his room in a clutter with piles of stuff an old 78 on the turntable his film collection will never be big enough and one day they’ll find him dead in here when the smell drifts out to the hall and they’ll realise the things that they’re missing and Martin’s ghost can stand tall
4.
a little windmill on a rock the light don’t work the wings don’t talk a couple rolling down a hill they cast a shadow but we don’t know if they always will them and I waiting the alarm will ring I want to shut down everything and them and I wrapped fish at the bottom of a bag how do I tell them that everything’s a drag a little strumming on the bark the rusted engine’s teeth carving names till dark Canada geese like the view they cast a shadow but we don’t know if they always do them and I shouting in an empty room something happen sometime soon and them and I old head rolling round in the air how do I tell them that I really just don’t care the street signs cutting through the cold keep on walking, till it gets old I maybe lost but unlike you I’m not sold on anything a little climbing on the gate matchstick model building please don’t make me wait crestfallen cat and one eyed crow they cast a shadow and they’re never gonna let it go them and I waiting for the early train man it looks like snow again them and I up to my knees in all that I should how do I tell them that I’m really just no good.
5.
If it was up to me I’d have these four walls preserved in a museum for families from Wyoming to tell their relatives to come and see them This is where they’ll find me when the game comes to a close in a state of perpetual anxiety and some cheap but comfy clothes The world outside them is vibrant and awake If I told you what I’ve eaten you’d think it was a mistake Hello 3 in the morning let me call your bluff 4 is just around the corner and I’ve not nearly had enough I’ll be dancing as the world ends with every muscle and tendon I can spare not because the world ends but because the opportunity to dance is there I’m not working and I don’t work I’m the one between the cracks everyone had a meeting and said let’s not invite him back I think I see it clearly yet I clearly don’t understand I’ll wait for you to leave while you take pictures with the band but I’ll be dancing as the world ends with every muscle and tendon I can spare not because the world ends but because the opportunity to dance is there and at that moment it’ll be glorious I’ll feel a swell of vindication as I join in with the chorus
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kicking myself because I failed again can’t seem to finish what I want to begin I was out of practice, I was in shock Seemed like I had too many miles on the clock Has anything changed we’ll wait and see On the surface you’re much better at this than me How long can that continue, did you think things through One day I’ll be out ahead of you. the year rolls on the calendar fills the road ahead has more hills the wine won’t give an answer to the questions the missions wrong it can’t last long a happy hour’s not as happy when there’s no other suggestion it’s not a race I feel I have to run I’m not a fan of idle competition there’s not a move I make that I don’t second guess no more time to focus on how I’m in this mess for the first time try and take things in my stride the sky in front seems impossibly wide the more I move away from me the happier I get just haven’t figured out how to make money off it yet the year almost at a close and what the next year is no one really knows and for once I think I am ok with that you do what you will you seem like you have time to kill but I just can’t sit still and I’m no longer looking back.
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Part Machine 03:01
you've got an old car you've taken it apart you've wired the hydraulics into your heart you've got wing mirrors so you can see if there's an attack and because you never get tired of looking back you got the wheels you got the lights they are shining chrome you got the wheels you got the lights you'll get home you've strapped on the roof you're tank is full you no longer have to push you've got the power to pull your cigarette lighter burns a hole there's a dead body in the trunk under a sky like coal you got the wheels you got the lights they are shining chrome you got the wheels you got the lights you'll get home part machine now it's done and I'm part machine on the run don't want to be seen can still have fun even though I'm part machine you'll lose your way without a map your back seats big enough when you need a nap you got more cupholders than any man needs If you've got the strength then to hell with speed
8.
dark desert road I got the windy face god never visited this kind of place barren out the back dust got dominion Everyone entitled to their own opinion but they got the rats big as dogs nobody around but the drain is still clogged Barry Sonnenfeld he been away another wedding another day can’t find the ham can’t find the chicken can’t identify that song you’re been a picking i got handbag full of guns down at the station You want cake, you want water but ya gotta be patient Baby come a knocking she’s been on the rice you don’t get nowhere if you don’t learn to play nice three knocks for yes one kick for no baby puts on one hell of a show Sniffed up dressed up baby’s hair got messed up woke up in an alleyway it’s where I’m calling home today working’ on a masterpiece playing in the dirt shouting at a shooting star might get the gutter hurt movie screening press line crowded in the dock time is turning backwards and you haven’t got a clock I got the map you be the guide there’s always something hidden when you work out where to hide we all shook maracas someone feel out of a tree my baby’s only got those eyes for me I got a back pack pachyderm a rack cracked and bad germs boiled sponge bad lungs someone’s sawed through all the rungs wading in the ocean try to find yourself a watch there’s a bikini belt that could use another notch holding back the question’ forming an excuse every day is lucky when it don’t end up in a noose baby’s cooking’ bacon baby is the best baby wearing’ nothing but a tight white vest she’s got the answers I got the rig i’ll worry bout the bacon you can worry bout the pig
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Bronx Sunset 03:40
They’re selling Christmas trees on the pavement I’m half asleep but twice alive You can learn all you need to from this city bus no matter the bet, I won’t take a dive Kids still hold hands on back seats around here I’m not alone in feeling romantic on a bus An evening so soft, it’s like you in pyjamas A perfect, brisk December dusk just people just light what a moment what a night I want to hold it in my heart so tight They’re selling brightly coloured animal umbrellas on the fences This whole place is alive don’t forget If I could show you you would feel just as much joy under this Bronx sunset
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on a covered porch miles from here I will make my stand you can steel the weather vein and burn the barn things won’t go as planned my skin is tight my knuckles firm my teeth bared to the sky it’s dusk and my breath steams this farm land I’m not afraid to die there’s always someone poised for attack it’s good to have someone to watch your back but just make sure you’re triumphant before this movie fades to black and even if you take a bullet make sure the audience knows you had to do it the felt on the brim of my hat discoloured and hardened by rain keeps me focussed true the sound of a hoedown your red hair and the fireflies will stop me feeling blue I’ve not yet built the life I could but I’ll defend what little I’ve made my shirt sleeves rolled, put a shoulder to the cold the battle turf is laid
11.
Percy 03:32
Percy poked his peepers from behind the venetian the world smacked him in the face like he was staring at creation the letter on the night stand talked of adventures stained with liquor but if she'd stayed she was afraid he'd just try to trick her now she's on the highway with her thumb out trying to get to Michigan he swears that's the last time he'll ever give a stranger a kiss again Leaving through the laundry landing in the Chevrolet he curses at the car till the engine starts and carries him away no more motels, no more bars he mutters at himself I just want the open road, the lightest load my happiness and health the mountains grew up to meet him to shield him from the smoking cities making his home high above the ocean's foam deep in Washington's trees and all of the appeal he could really feel when the stars were out and his belly was full with a good roadside meal and sometimes in passing he can picture her asking now where'd you think your going don't you think the future is worth contemplating and he says no, he says no thinking of the future will only make you worry about where to go but have no fear I am happy right here hiding in the hills again reminds him of way back when around about the age of ten he fell in bad with a foxes den robbing stores and robbing banks he thought of them as chickens but the experience will pale when followed by betrayal and then the plot just thickens but a change of name and a change of heart left him free in the north western breezes where on the porch, with a pipe and his ukulele he can do what he pleases
12.
bright blue skies the worlds your pancake spend your life on the verge of a mistake Nights for writing days for sleep musics for making like pies are for meat and round around the spinning chimney goes but why? no one but the chimney knows Donald Pleasence keeps an eye watching as the clouds roll by he scoffs at another baked confection nothing will soothe his odd complexion buildings for backdrops and slippers for feet lets’ always have pies whenever we meet and round and around the spinning wheel goes but why? no one but the spinning wheel really knows Brazil is nice this time of year I will lose all my hair very quickly I fear vermin and verisimilitude don’t give me your phoney attitude Breakfast breakfast park the car first the panther in your ice box is dying of thirst and there are children with a flannel who won’t go to market you can’t have breakfast I said until you park it round and around the eyeball of his old wife goes but why? no one but the old wife really knows
13.
the subway's hot, more humid than a Laundromat the man next to me, looks like his tire's gone flat it's all brightly coloured ties, beards and flies, under the earth. you reach the hall, and there's still a walk, you hope it'll be a while before you have to talk you've had to tap dance, for your place at the table, since birth it's not just you, it's what everyone must do, for what that's worth Why do we do it to ourselves each day hasn't the human race got so much more to say the looks are blank, or downright ugly it's not like you came in here and spat on somebody it must be just the place, your face, or theirs you've got a job to do, and so have they it's not made easy for you, and that makes their day they're stubborn and sick, so you're best trick is to be silent and stare while repeating in your mind, I just don't care shouldn't we all be outside on a beautiful day all of this is fiction, it doesn't have to be the way none of it's important none of it is real we're all just spinning this one big wheel drop the facade don't be afraid no one's out to get you you'll still get paid your power is assumed in title only but if you don't let it go you'll die sad and lonely none of this around you is worth the sweat and tears you give stop worrying so much and live You bang your head, you shout and scoff inside yourself, it's all kicking off your sanity is hanging, over a vat of sharks by a thread but your face is vacant, your limbs are loose you've tried to explain, but what's the use nobody has listened to a word you ever said you'd be easily replaced by a monkey if you were suddenly dead should we not try to understand what others want to say wouldn't it be nice if the ones who didn't had to pay
14.
Is there no one who’ll dance with me at 5am my tired heart is breaking through my early morn rebellion if I thought about anything but the rhythm and the lyrics they’d have to drag me out of here screaming like a hellion will no one dance with me in the small hours just to stave off the decay are you worried that I might get the wrong idea or are you worried what the neighbours say I’ve had enough I give up from this moment I might as well let the whole world go to hell and do what I want how I want to better to go down with a grin than to destroy myself within Is there no one who will hold me in the morning All I want is to be held I don’t want the complications of ill-advised long term relations All I want is to be held I’ve had enough Time for a change time to head off down south or put my head down shut my mouth and just get it done make it happen better to go down in a blaze than to sit here one more day
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I Had You 04:49
Everything up until now Has been a botched experiment What happens next is  Up to the scientists I wish this tunnel lead to some solutions But they're on every platform that I missed There's chicken bones on the floor of the A train, the voodoo priestess has long since reached home All the other signs of what went on here Are only in the heads of sleeping passengers  Grey, Still and hooded like abandoned garden gnomes and I had you till I no longer had you you went with me as far as you could go if I could do it all over again I wouldn’t do it all over again Somethings are better when you simply just don’t know when it was meant to be on the mend it came time for it to end I guess when you know, you know Throat rasping hands grasping Tiny squeaks of screams into the darkness I haven't meant a single word I've said and yet I've meant every single word  like a stunt fighter beneath a helicopter without even a harness Let the neighbours sometimes be disturbed  in what felt like no time at all but turned out to be forever nothing but my stomach had been settled I left at first light just as the crisp air began to bite I fight to hold on to the value and not just regret it all

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I have been working on this album for 18 months with songs written at all different time periods. A lot has happened to me personally and professionally in that time and so the songs are about all sorts of things and all over the place. I have not ordered the album chronologically, although I thought about doing that but I prefer the track listing as it is now.
I hope you enjoy, share and provide me lots of feedback.
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released December 20, 2014

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

Copyright Om/No Productions Music 2014

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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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