Cave Songs

by The BFGs

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recorded by catherine and woody in the jamboree basement

santi, molly, catherine, and woody wrote and played the songs

santi made the cover art

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released August 29, 2012

Recorded with the help of our friends Tim and Eric from The Jamboree Sunday. Check em out on their website.
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Track Name: Antarctic Jungle
stop thinking and just act
cause you're jumping the turnstile and crossing the tracks
with a pistol a bat or a brass knuckle belt buckle
hit him in the head or shoot him till his knees buckle

and i've stopped caring too much
if the snow stays white or if it turns to slush
the cars and the trucks keep on their low rumble
the parks stay white like an antarctic jungle

write our names in the dirt colored snow
find a warm place where the people will go
maybe they're high, maybe they're low it don't matter
no tengo nada para declarar
so i'll take the subway and you take your car
and we'll stop on the way and meet at some bar

and i've stopped caring too much
if you're walking on stilts to use a crutch
the crippled the young and the unloving mothers
end in the dirt right next to each other

and i've stopped caring too much
if the snow stays white or if it turns to slush
cause the cars and the trucks keep on their low rumble
the parks stay white like an antarctic jungle

write our names in the dirt colored snow
find a warm place where the people will go
maybe they're high, maybe they're low it don't matter
no tengo nada para declarar
so i'll take the subway and you take your car
and we'll stop on the way and meet at some bar
Track Name: Pharmacists
got the salsa blues in my blood
it runs thick it runs through the sun
you were always scared of looking down
when you really should not look around

we are, we are
fatalists not pharmacists
writing 'scripts and making lists
was never my past time

i'm a nervous, a nervous kid
said i'd write but i never did
your town is steel but your heart is coal
it'll burn as you grow old

we are, we are
fatalists not pharmacists
writing 'scripts and making lists
was never my past time

there are trees all around this field
they'll be here when our bodies yield
to the forces of longevity
we will die but quietly

we are, we are
fatalists not pharmacists
writing 'scripts and making lists
was never my past time
Track Name: Petrified
late nights i'm bowling alone
fingers worn down to the bone
walking on needles, needles and pins
ball and my head, they've both got the spins

burning your bamboo canoe
you gone rely on your shoes
ten years today you said you would go
ten thousand years this water still flows

she's petrified of spiders
can't read her, should i write her?

stuck in a circular room
corners have all been removed
nowhere to go when you feel ashamed
guess it's the stress, guess it's your brain


she's petrified of spiders
can't read her, should i write her?


she's petrified of spiders
can't read her, should i write her?
Track Name: Screwdrivers
drink my screwdrivers but they don't fix me up
i thought i'd turn the screw with every sip and every sup
but it's left a bloody taste just swishing round my mouth
like when i bit right through my lip and went down to the south

it was warm salt water washing every pit and crevice
my mouth tasted of salt but my brain it felt like lettuce
i was doing nothing just out pining for my past
i knew i had to die but i didn't know that it was cast

drink my screwdrivers but they don't fix me up
i thought i'd turn the screw with each sip and every sup
but it's left these bridges that aren't held onto the ground
i built them up so tall but they're not structurally sound

it's cause there's a little voice that urged me all along
i listened to him even though i knew that he was wrong
it's cause i just couldn't face what lay upon my path
i did not calculate but there will be an aftermath

drink my screwdrivers but they don't fix me up
i thought i'd turn the screw with each sip and every sup
but it's left a spiders web just sticking to my neck
not because i am prey, but cause i am dripping sweat

and it's not the product of athletic stress or strain
it's cause i'm off my rocker, it's cause i've gone insane
i might pretend that it was born beneath my hair
but how can that be true, i can't forget that stare

drink my screwdrivers but they don't fix me up
i thought i'd turn the screw with each sip and every sup