Popular Bouncer

by Alan Hatcher

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released January 9, 2013

All songs written, recorded, and mixed by Alan Hatcher. Mastering by Chris Harris at Hook Echo Sound.

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Track Name: snodt
Angel hair is always in my dreams
I see her when I go to sleep.

I don't ever wake up to you
I won't ever wake up to you.
Track Name: tried to write a song
I tried to write a song this morning.
I wrote ribs collecting sand gather scorpions.

Rabbi, say you will
put me in the form of a pill.

And when I'm like that
feed me to my cat.

I tried to write a song this morning.
I wrote bless the knees of kneelers in need
and bless the hearts of gay couples on speed.

When the cat takes a shit
scoop it and save it.

Freeze it into ice cubes
to stimulate a girl's boobs.
Track Name: 4bert
Holding a bag of frozen fruit
I hope it will not start leaking on the bus
Blueberry juice dripping on a stranger's shoe
The only excuse he'll need to fuck me up

But if I go through every
scenario that scares me
then nothing bad will ever happen because that's how it works.

Running into this guy that I recognize
Though I don't exactly consider him a friend
I once suspected that he smeared hummus all over my bike
But I had no way of proving it was him.

I will converse politely
using reverse psychology
so that way if he did it, he'll feel like a dick.

If you visualize it happening
How it will do down then it won't go down

If you imagine the worst possibility
Then whatever does arise is a pleasant surprise.

Watching a documentary
About the hopes and dreams of young men
So much pressure from adults to succeed
And the likelihood of disappointment.

But oh, I related
to the older guy saying
he cannot let them miss their chance they way he did.

If you visualize it happening
How it will go down then it won't go down

If you imagine the worst possibility
Then whatever does arrive is a pleasant surprise.
Track Name: lonely nights
Dress me up as if I'm going for good
and drop the customary call to love.
Unusual the way you say your words
so tell us where you're from so I can store everything I observe.

I hate watching the local news
and the TV show on the TV in here is inappropriate for
the little Black girl at the laundromat
who doesn't get the shitty racial jokes
but still looks around and laughs.

Preserve the fighter underneath the judge
recall embarrassing declarations.
Unleash the cola buried in the beer
carbonation for the kid in me and for the grownup, elimination of fear.

I hate watching the local news
and the TV show on the TV in here is inappropriate for
the little Black girl at the laundromat
who doesn't get the shitty racial jokes
but still looks around and laughs.

I'm sick of always being invited to
believe the Eiffel Tower was built only for me.
Envelope assignment getting me pumped for spring
English teachers looking as hot as they can be.

I can't fucking believe they actually call this garbage news
and the TV show on the TV in here is fucking inappropriate for
the little girl sitting next to me here at the local laundromat
who doesn't get the shitty insensitive jokes
but still laughs.
Track Name: storage wars
I see all these girls walk by
with short skirts and high heels
and wonder what they hide
stare at what they reveal

But what were they like when
they were in middle school?
Would they have been my friend
or said I wasn't cool?

I know it's hard to say.

Would they have written notes
and signed their name as Sheena
confessing on the phone
they have trouble believing
that Mary really was
actually a virgin?

I know it's hard to take.

Did they sew all of their clothes
out of thrown away fabric
or draw and cut their own
Dead Kennedys patches?
Swinging on a light pole
while I sing da nah nah nah

under yellow parking lot lights.

I know I'm shallow too.