From the new album, Head Case
Curvature
Check out my ride
My bumpers shine
My every curvature is polished-up so fine
It isn't I
I crouch inside
Keep all my valuables where they can safely hide
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
You'll never shine your way through me
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
You see what you want to see
My buckles gleam
On perfect seams
I am a fabulous that you have never seen
It isn't me
I rougher lean
Hiding my dirt inside where I can keep it clean
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
You'll never shine your way through me
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
You see what you want to see
I keep my punctuation on the down low
Can't let my exclamation points show show show show
It's just a show show show show
No one can know know know know
Too high the price
To eat the hype
My indigestion is the only solid sign
Cancel the deal
I’m going real
I'm flying fences to where I can finally feel
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
You'll never shine your way through me
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
You see what you want to see
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
You'll never shine your way through me
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
You see what you want to see
Written by Sam Shaber (Shababy Music, BMI) and Stanley Blackett (BMI)
Guitars & Vocals: Sam Shaber
Drums: Tony Cortes
Bass: Sean Gibson
Produced by Sam Shaber. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Dan Pfeffer, Venture Studios, Brooklyn
Matador
Everyone here is a massive train wreck
Everyone here is a massive train wreck
It's open season
Everyone here is a pretty little boy
Everyone here is a pretty little boy
Matador performing for the crowd proudly
Red they roar the glory of the sound loudly
Matador, you're a pretty little boy
Matador will you win or be destroyed
Matador, will you suffer to enjoy the final round?
Everyone here is a part of the parade
Everyone here is a player or the played
It's open season
Matador performing for the crowd proudly
Red they roar the glory of the sound loudly
Matador, you're a pretty little boy
Matador will you win or be destroyed
Matador, will you suffer to enjoy the final round?
Run run run where the Presidente flows
Grab that taxi, sexy go
Grab that taxi, sexy sexy go
Matador performing for the crowd proudly
Red they roar the glory of the sound loudly
Matador performing for the crowd proudly
Red they roar the glory of the sound loudly
Matador, you're a pretty little boy
Matador will you win or be destroyed
Matador will you suffer to enjoy
Matador, your pretty little boy
Matador matador the final round
Written by Sam Shaber (Shababy Music, BMI)
Guitars & Vocals: Sam Shaber
Drums: Tony Cortes
Bass: Sean Gibson
Viola: Karl Kessler
Produced by Sam Shaber. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Dan Pfeffer, Venture Studios, Brooklyn
The Prettiest Girl
I am a coaster
You are the date
They lay things on me
Just while they wait
And at a dinner
You are the plate
I am the placemat
Crumb-catching fate
I wanna be the prettiest girl
You're avant garde
I am cliché´
You come in first
I come too late
And at a party
You're center stage
I hold the pieces
Behind the shades
I wanna be the prettiest girl
Pulled him up without a second glance
All the weeks I wooed the same romance
Painted coffee cups and galleries
Invitations from the Warholese
I am a coaster
You are the date
They lay things on me
Just while they wait
And at a dinner
You are the plate
I am the placemat
Crumb-catching fate
I'll never be the prettiest girl
You'll always be the prettiest girl
Written by Sam Shaber (Shababy Music, BMI)
Guitars & Vocals: Sam Shaber
Drums: Tony Cortes
Bass: Sean Gibson
Produced by Sam Shaber. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Dan Pfeffer, Venture Studios, Brooklyn
Seaweed
If this city fell in the sea before the morning came
Voices drowning, clinging to screams and listening for the names
I would wrap my body up in the giant leaves
Of the palm trees floating off like seaweed
Like seaweed
When the voices are too much to bear I weave them silently
Into pretty braids in my hair and hold them violently
And I wrap my body up in the giant sheets
Of the small bed where I can be soft like seaweed
Like seaweed
So delicate when it's dry
So dry when it's dry
So falling off pieces fly
So strong when it's wet
So you choke and yet
So delicate
If my heartbeat ceased to be before the morning came
Organs drowning inside of me, and free from all the shame
They would wrap my body up in the giant sheets
Of white satin and carry me off like seaweed
Like seaweed
Like seaweed
Written by Sam Shaber (Shababy Music, BMI)
Guitars & Vocals: Sam Shaber
Drums: Tony Cortes
Bass & Additional Guitars: Stanley Blackett
Produced by Sam Shaber. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Dan Pfeffer, Venture Studios, Brooklyn
Cold Fish
Put your panties on, she's already gone
Save the spectacle, you'll need it in the pre-dawn
Everything to prove, give the diva room
Know she show us how she walk-a with a boom-boom
Don't betray the fool, it's the golden rule
Try escaping but you crash into the cool-cool
Nothing worth a try, she's a shut us out blind
Don't crack, stay back
Stop the old attack
Stay lookse, no truce
No use
Cold fish, no kiss
All we were dismissed
Walk by, stay dry
Keep the greeting low, she don't wanna know
Personality not welcome in the big show
Keep the smile cold, never break the mold
Warm and open is a catastrophic no-no
Keep your panties on, just until she's gone
Save yourself from being just another fawn fawn
Ego on parade, make the memory fade
Don't crack, stay back
Stop the old attack
Stay lookse, no truce
No use
Cold fish, no kiss
All we were dismissed
Walk by, stay dry
You're a cold fish, is that what you live for
Just a cold fish, slap
Cold fish, no kiss, no use, dismissed
Cold fish, no kiss, no use dismissed
(Walk on by, not worth the try)
(Walk on by, not worth the try)
Written by Sam Shaber (Shababy Music, BMI) and Antonio Robert Cortes (BMI)
Guitars & Vocals: Sam Shaber
Drums: Tony Cortes
Bass: Sean Gibson
Additional Guitars: Stanley Blackett
Produced by Sam Shaber. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Dan Pfeffer, Venture Studios, Brooklyn
Head Case
Wakey wakey, hearts a’breaky
Lost another one while you were sleeping in
Suck the doobie, down the tubie
Choke the cruiser til you go into a spin
Sleepy sleepy, keepin’ easy
Put the future off another morning more
Roll ‘er over, sorta sober
Fix your goatee, pizza man is at the door
You’re a head case
Such a beautiful waste
One more hit, shit, there’s nothing to see
Wakey wakey, no mistakey
You’re the smartest guy in any room for sure
Witty witty, such a pity
Your finale’s just an endless overture
Lordy lordy, all aboardy
On the track that circles round and round again
Thirty thirty, watch the birdie
In a flash a life’ll pass around the bend
You’re a head case
Such a beautiful waste
One more hit, shit, there’s nothing to see
You’re a head case
Such a beautiful waste
One more hit, shit, there’s nothing to see
Rub your little eyes
Comb your ponytail
Get yourself a life
This is getting stale
You’re a head case
Such a beautiful waste
You’re a head case
Such a beautiful waste
One more hit, shit, there’s nothing to see
Written by Sam Shaber (Shababy Music, BMI)
Guitars & Vocals: Sam Shaber
Drums: Tony Cortes
Bass: Sean Gibson
Produced by Sam Shaber. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Dan Pfeffer, Venture Studios, Brooklyn
Wizard
You must be the wizard
You're the one they're talking about
I can tell by the smoke you're blowing up
From the tub at your big emerald house
Said you wanted us up high where the limit meets the sky
You just use for your dirty work
Hold the prize in front of our eyes
You just cruise when the curtain jerks
Floating off like the Wizard of Oz
These must be your people
Sing and dance when you come around
Getting high on the offers you make 'til you're gone
And their lead hearts drop to the ground
Maybe you're a man of tin, open up and nothing in
You just use for your dirty work
Hold the prize in front of our eyes
You just cruise when the curtain jerks
Floating off like the Wizard of Oz
In your big balloon
You've been over the moon
You've been over the rainbow
So we never say no
You just use for your dirty work
Hold the prize in front of our eyes
You just cruise when the curtain jerks
Floating off like the Wizard of Oz
Like the Wizard of Oz
Just a Wizard of Oz
Written by Sam Shaber (Shababy Music, BMI), John Watson, James Kloeppel and Diederich Castro
Guitars & Vocals: Sam Shaber
Drums: John Watson
Bass: Diederich Castro
Lead Guitar: James Kloeppel
Produced by Sam Shaber. Recorded by Bruce Witkin, Valley Village, CA, Mixed by Marc Jordan, Mastered by Bruce Barielle
Lost
If you go
To wed with
The first Joe
You bed, it's
A good sign
You should know
You could find
Your ego
Lost and compromised
Lost but dig deeper, dig deeper
Do do do do do do
No return
No discount
No points earned
Just sold-out
Just panicked
And ran down
The plank in
A white gown
Lost and compromised
Lost but dig deeper dig deeper
Do do do do do do
You're not out of time
There is no line
If you live to a hundred
You'll have always wondered
Lost and compromised
Lost sight of the prize
Lost and compromised
Lost sight of the prize
Lost (Do do do do do do)
Lost (Do do do do do do)
Lost (Do do do do do do)
Lost (Do do do do do do)
Written by Sam Shaber (Shababy Music, BMI)
Guitars & Vocals: Sam Shaber
Drums: Tony Cortes
Bass: Sean Gibson
Additional Guitar: Stanley Blackett
Produced by Sam Shaber. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Dan Pfeffer, Venture Studios, Brooklyn
YOU
You make me unhappy, make me drown
You take my feet from me, take me down
But when you smile I smile
And when you're kind I shine
You use words to cut me, shut me down
But when you're kind I rise
And when you smile I'm fine
But then you take the sharpest knife
And when you smile I smile
But then you use the sharpest knife
Written by Sam Shaber (Shababy Music, BMI)
Guitars & Vocals: Sam Shaber
Produced by Sam Shaber. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Dan Pfeffer, Venture Studios, Brooklyn
From the debut EP, the happy problem
Happy Happy Happy
Pretty Baby with her pants on fire
Never tells the truth
She's the pretty one we all admire
Always gets what she wants too
Hey Missy
(Missy Missy Missy)
So happy
(Happy happy happy)
Won't you let us get in your way
Let us crawl inside your happy life
Pretty Baby plays the center part
In our gullible minds
Makes you feel like you're a movie star
Then she leaves you behind
Hey Missy
(Missy Missy Missy)
So happy
(Happy happy happy)
Won't you let us get in your way
Let us crawl inside your happy life
Such a shiny surface, it must be done on purpose to blind us
Crack the vessel open and all the bits are broken
And everything comes floating up
So, Pretty Baby with your pants on fire
Keep a lid on the truth
Be our prima donna, flash a smile
You are just how we want you
Hey Missy
(Missy Missy Missy)
So happy
(Happy happy happy)
Won't you let us get in your way
Let us crawl inside your happy life
Written by Sam Shaber (Shababy Music, BMI)
Guitars & Vocals: Sam Shaber
Drums: Eric Gardner
Bass: Dan Lavery
Lead Guitar: Clint Walsh
Recorded at Stagg Street Studios, Van Nuys, CA, Produced and mixed by Ethan Allen, mastered by Bruce Barielle
Zero
Lock the door and turn the TV on
Watch the cartoon people being drawn
Change my hurt so I can love again
Make it anger so I can defend
Oh oh oh oh
Zero oh oh oh
Square one let's
Pull the tumor out and leave a space
I am cured but now an empty place
Eats away at me as longing does
Grows a tumor where the tumor was
Oh oh oh oh
Zero oh oh oh
Square one let's
Maybe there won't be more pain
If I stop and stay the same
Maybe if I don't breathe
No one else can hurt me
Oh oh oh oh
Zero oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Zero oh oh oh
Lock the door and turn the TV on
Watch the cartoon people being drawn
Written by Sam Shaber (Shababy Music, BMI)
Guitars & Vocals: Sam Shaber
Drums: Eric Gardner
Bass: Dan Lavery
Lead Guitar: Clint Walsh
Keyboards and Additional Instruments: Ethan Allen
Recorded at Stagg Street Studios, Van Nuys, CA, Produced and mixed by Ethan Allen, mastered by Bruce Barielle
I'll Love You When I'm Gone
I am night while you are dawn
While mortars thunder on
I'll love you when I'm gone
Like a picture in a frame
That never drops its gaze
I'll see you always
And now I'm not alone even when I am alone
And now I'm always home even when I'm far from home
And the night turns to dawn and time somehow moves on
And I'll love you when I'm gone
It's hot hot here
You always feel the fear
But everything is clear
Even when my hands shake
I'm steadied by the faith
That our love makes
And now I'm not alone even when I am alone
And now I'm always home even when I'm far from home
And the night turns to dawn and time somehow moves on
And I'll love you when I'm gone
My hand is on my heart
That's where you are
It's hot hot here
You always feel the fear
But everything is clear
And the night turns to dawn and time somehow moves on
And I'll love you when I'm gone
Written by Sam Shaber (Shababy Music, BMI)
Guitars & Vocals: Sam Shaber
Drums: Eric Gardner
Bass: Dan Lavery
Lead Guitar: Clint Walsh
Keyboards and Additional Instruments: Ethan Allen
Recorded at Stagg Street Studios, Van Nuys, CA, Produced and mixed by Ethan Allen, mastered by Bruce Barielle
Cryin' Shame
When I see you talking, your eyes tell me through my t.v.
That we are meant to meet
I've also seen you sleeping, so softly in that movie
I wish you'd do that next to me
It's a cryin' shame that you don't even know my name
And I swear sometimes it smarts to feel you breathing down my heart
And now you are smiling, brilliantly in a magazine
But no one knows you just like me
And now you are laughing, playfully in a window display
But I can't get inside to be
It's a cryin' shame that you don't even know my name
And I swear sometimes it smarts to feel you breathing down my heart
I can't stand the waiting for the day when our lives meet
I'd be so fascinating, you'll see
And now you are laughing, playfully in a window display
And I am climbing in to say
It's a cryin' shame that you don't even know my name
And I swear sometimes it smarts to feel you breathing down, breathing down
Yes it's a cryin' shame that you don't even know my name
An'd I swear sometimes it smarts to feel you breathing down my heart
But I can't get in, how to begin when you're so far
From reality and me, from reality and me
From reality, reality, reality and me
Written by Sam Shaber (Shababy Music, BMI)
Guitars & Vocals: Sam Shaber
Drums: Eric Gardner
Bass: Dan Lavery
Lead Guitar: Clint Walsh
Keyboards and Additional Instruments: Ethan Allen
Recorded at Stagg Street Studios, Van Nuys, CA, Produced and mixed by Ethan Allen, mastered by Bruce Barielle
Filling Station
Falling down once again
Another bruise another reason not to touch the skin
On your face in a crowd
Crying inside to keep from crying loud
Welcome to the filling station
Drop the halo, you can't bale us out
Welcome to the filling station
It's where we like to drown
Double back, second guess
All apology and impulse in a growing mess
Part of you in reserve
Weighing every move, judging every nerve
Welcome to the filling station
Drop the halo, you can't bale us out
Welcome to the filling station
It's where we like to drown
My head is a room and I gaze from the windows of this place
With a love and a longing for the lives of others who have grace
And a strength in their face
Falling from where I've been
Every time I get some altitude my wings begin to spin
Hiding place, climbing in
I only wish that I could stay here
Welcome to the filling station
Drop the halo, you can't bale us out
Welcome to the filling station
It's where I like to drown
Welcome to the filling station
Drop the halo, you can't bale us out
Welcome to the filling station
It's where we like to drown
Written by Sam Shaber (Shababy Music, BMI)
Guitars & Vocals: Sam Shaber
Drums: Eric Gardner
Bass: Dan Lavery
Lead Guitar: Clint Walsh
Keyboards and Additional Instruments: Ethan Allen
Recorded at Stagg Street Studios, Van Nuys, CA, Produced and mixed by Ethan Allen, mastered by Bruce Barielle
