@ALBUM: Question the Answers Artist: The Mighty Mighty Bosstones 1994 Mercury Records Produced by Joe Nicolo, Phil Nicolo, Paul Q. Kolderie, Ross Humphrey and the Mighty Mighty Bosstones All selections by the Mighty Mighty Bosstones. Joe Sirois: Drums Dennis Brockenborough: Trombone Nate Albert: Guitar Tim Burton: Vocals Ben Carr: Saxophone Dicky Barrett: Bosstone Kevin Lenear: Saxophone Joe Gittleman: Bass ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Kinder Words On time now for losing tempers Or filling up with rage or angst Flying off the handle could be detrimental Calmer hands are called for here A breath or two could be applied Count to ten and then decide A rash decision-crash collision Damage done beyond repair Kinder words here we could pick A kind approach might do the trick Hurt you, hurt me, well that needs to stop Kinder words here we could choose We've kind of got a lot to lose The temperature we need that to drop A wrong move now might spell disaster A selfish one might spell it faster Let's relax, review the facts For all involved that be best A world of difference might be made If our next move could be delayed Sort it out and talk about Just what it was that caused this mess Kinder words here we could pick A kind approach might do the trick Hurt you, hurt me, that's the worst thing we could do Kinder words here we could chose We've kind of got a lot to lose Watch what we say, don't walk away, let's see it through Kinder words here we could pick A kind approach might do the trick Hurt you, hurt me, well that needs to stop Kinder words here we could choose We've kind of got a lot to lose The temperature we need that to drop ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: A Sad Silence Two years and extra days, a block away he'd head to hang Same corncer, neighborhood, his friends, the gang Two years and extra days, a bigger kid would black his eye No real reason, explanation and everyday no one knew why The bigger kid was crazy, that made the gang afraid When he told the gang to shut their mouths the gang obeyed You've got to have a place to be, you need a place to hang around So no one spoke, no one moved, no one made a sound CHORUS Both his eyes would twitch The left one was always black His lips they never moved They stayed still with each attack His ears were always rngining In his head he'd hear a hum And all the kids on the corner Knew what it was from Then one day it happened, he tooks his daily crack His eyes rolled up, llike yesterday, he started falling back The kids that watch this everyday now watched him hit the ground And no one spoke, no one moved, no one made a sound Amd no one made a sound CHORUS No one spoke, no one moved, no one made a sound A sad silent situation, now he's not around ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Hell of a Hat That's a hell of a hat that you're wearing It goes real well with the earring Five through the nose, bold and daring You've got to pardon me if I'm staring Man, I really dig your shoes Fat fade and fresh tattoos Bet the females can't refuse And if I'm staring please excuse Sharpest motherfucker in the joint The other motherfuckers stop and point The gear you wear seems complete Why you gotta pack the heat We question one accessory Don't think the piece is necessary We agree you're dressed to kill But wonder if you will hell of a hat you're sporting Jack Diamond cuff links and a sweet tie tack The pocket watch must've set you back You're the man, man, you're the mack The pinstriped number, me oh my, that's rude And that's a hell of an attitude You made the scene and set the mood I'm only starring 'cause I'm a nervous dude Sharpest motherfucker, we repeat The other motherfuckers can't compete The clothes you choose are stylish Whe you gotta wear the gun We question one accessory Don't think the piece is necessary We agree you're dressed to kill But wonder if you will ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Pictures to Prove It Well you insisted the day you walked away That we shared nothing, but I've got something I'd still like to say You're not here to listen and we were never good at that Let's set the record straight, we shared something great Even though now nothing's where we're at Pictures to prove it, I've got the proof When you hit the bricks I hit the roof I hit the bottle, put this picture on the bar I'll always have these pictures, but I don't know where you are I've got pictures to prove it If you saw them, I'm sure You'd be forced to remember What we don't have anymore I've got a pile of pictures I've got a whole stack of proof I've got pictures to prove it, I've got, I've got Pictures to prove it, smudged with fingerprints and tears Cigarette ashes And our first few happy years They're old now, they're faded and the edges all are frayed I'll always have these pictures But I wish that you had stayed I've got pictures to prove it If you saw them, I'm sure You'd be forced to remember What we don't have anymore I've got a pile of pictures I've got a whole stack of proof I've got pictures to prove it and all I ever do is Stare at the pictures for hours on end They tell the truth to me While I'm sure you just pretend And you deny we ever happened and swear it never was that way Even you'll admit when I submit to you Exhibit A I've got pictures to prove it I'm not just blowing smoke If you don't believe me, believe them No this ain't no joke I've got a pile of pictures I've got a whole stack of proof Someone look at the pictures I've got, I've got... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: We Should Talk Don't touch that dial, don't click the clicker We love to watch, they love to bicker Don't turn the knob or change the channel Hey! Where the hell did they get this panel? Where are they from? Where have they been? They air it out, we suck it in Up on stage all in a row At each other's throats all through the show The mood is tense, the tension's thicker We watch, they fight, just who here's sicker? CHORUS We're not so bad, I guess after all Their problems make ours seems so small We'd be much better off I bet If we'd turn off the TV set She broke down and he came clean We stay glued, glued to the screen Just how much more can we take? Thank God, here comes a station break CHORUS Don't think that we can take much more We've lost it now, man, that's for sure Lost another day, check out the clock Turn it off, pull the plug, shut it down, now, we should talk ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: A Dollar and a Dream I had a dollar I wanted to save Safe in my pocket, I'll try to hold fast Hey! It might be my last I know what I've got folded safe in its spot I earned a dollar, it's not here to share I've got a dollar and that's all I've got A million more is just a single grain A grain of sand or just one drop of rain A small amount might make the difference these days A dollar and a dream is all I could raise To all the questions I've ever asked myself Man, what a dream, it sure felt great Took to the streets 'cause I couldn't wait To freely give wisdom and share what I know I had a dream and that's all I had A million here lay down in pain every night A million there to stay alive and fight I'm sure my numbers underestimate A dollar and a dream, I swear it's not too late I had a dollar I wanted to save Keep in my pocket, I heald fast A dollar bill that I would take to my grave Deep in my pocket like it was my last Look for the dollar, now it's not there Even the pants are a different pair I earned the dollar, I had to share I had a dollar and that's all I had A million more is just a star in the sky Tip of the iceberg but we've all got to try Our work's cut out and there's work to be done A dollar and a dream is step number, step number one ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Stand Off I couldn't be more confused But more than that I'm upset We once stood side by side We were young when we met We'd always stand together That's how we had it planned Now where do we stand I can't stand the pain I guess I don't understand I just don't understand this stand off There's a lot I don't understand We're apart and don't have to be What went wrong? I don't know off hand I only know this is killing me So I called your bluff Said I'd see you around You stood tough You stood your ground Now I'm standing by I'm trying to stand tall Standing alone Don't understand this at all I just don't understand this stand off There's a lot I don't understand We're apart, do we have to be? What went wrong? I don't know off hand I only know this is killing me Now I'm standing by-watching myself Right beside myself-like it isn't me It's some other guy And time's standing still-and I'll stand here until I understand-or you come back I really hope you will Don't understand where we went wrong Don't understand how it fell apart Did I wait too long to write this song? I always thought I was smart ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: 365 Days It's gripping, I'm ripping I haven't just been sipping Stressing, no, messing Will I ever learn my lesson? CHORUS I'm always amazed by what can take place Within the space of 300-365 days Been sinning, I'm spinning In the beginning I was winning I'm clinging, still swinging If I could I would be singing I'm empty of answers Don't nobody search me The long neck's a twist off You don't need a church key I'm still full of questions But can't quite see clear Twist off another And bring on the next year CHORUS Was drilled, it killed, now my guts are being spilled Wailed, impaled My last breath's been inhaled That's still in me I haven't failed CHORUS I'm empty of answers Don't nobody search me The long neck's a twist off You don't need a cchurch key I'm still full of questions But can't quite see clear Twist off another... And bring on the next year ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Toxic Toast Queensbury #8 Hell Hotel punk rock estate Way way back in the day 100 years it seems that way Just across from Wayne's Junk Store 3 floros up then straight ahead If someone thought to lock the door Use the fire escape instead Someone's always up to something One thing's always understood If nothing happened in a minute Wait another, something would Avoid the landlord, spend the rent Raising hell with reckless style And sure our time was poorly spent But toxic toast still makes me smile Looking back now-not sure how We made it through, not all of us but most Still haunts me-like it wants me I remember, I remember, I rmember-toxic toast This stuff's 130 proof Glue threw the TV off the roof The whole damn place just wasn't stable Andrew trashed the coffee table Rico's here, the party's reeling Colam's been spray painting the ceiling Can't make a call and man it's gold Alcohol and stranglehold Toxic toast, Jake coined the phrase haven't thought about it for a while Mindless endless nights and days But toxic toast still makes me smile Looking back-not sure how We made it through, not all of us but most Still haunts me-like it wants me I remember, I remember, I remember-toxic toast ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Bronzing the Garbage You're off base Out of line and in my face Brace yourself-I'm coming through And before you know what's hit you You'll have heard my point of view Trash is trash Have I got your attention? There's more that you should know There's more I've got to mention You've got to let it go I was achild, another time, another place Only a child would carry this so far You're still in my face I held it back, I was afraid Didn't want to blow your cover But I was on to your charade Trash is trash Have I got your attention? There's more that you should know There's more I've got to mention You've got to let it go CHORUS Bronzing the garbage There was a time I was impressed Through al lthe garbage It's still not you that I detest I hate the way You can't forget, I hate it so Bronze hwat you want But you've got to let it go Have I got through? Have I got through to you? Gave it a shot-finally got to state my case If you've heard nothing, plase hear this Don't get in my face Trash is trash Ahhhh...trash is trash CHORUS Have I got your atteniton There's more that you should know There's more I've got to mention You've got to let it go Hae I got your attention... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Dogs and Chaplains Don't mind when it happens No problem when I am saying it But when I lose my mind, kick my behind 'Cause I hate when my mind keeps replaying it I'm not bragging and I'm not proud I hang around wit ha drunken crowd We are happy, that I can say And until we're not, I kid you not, we're gonna stay that way My life was trying to settle down... Johnny Vegas! Drinkin' the other day I said I loved you, you turned away Maybe the drinking made me cry But I'm a happy, very happy, very happy guy Sometimes when I am playing I never watch what I am saying Sometimes I lose my head I lose my head and things get said I never should have said Sometimes I get hosued I get housed, I get accused and shoot off my mouth Sometimes I kick it out and I don't know what I'm talkin' about You know, I've made mistakes, I've had my ups and downs My ins and outs, my share of bad breaks But when it's all been said and done I raise my beer and I swear God it's been fun... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Jump Through the Hoops Wake up and shake myself out of bed again Shaking the day down in my head again It's up and out, rise and shine, on the double No time to slack, attack and tackle the trouble Shake myself out of bed again No time to stop and assess, can't let it grind to a halt Can't stop and look at the mess and then find out it's my fault I can't stop for a single minute I know hell, well, I'm living in it No time to stop at all, I've got to jump through the hoops My job, well it's a nine to five nightmare I'm serving whiskey, stale wit and beer Come on in , how've you been? Have I met you? What'll it be now, what can I get you? My job, well it's a nightmare And every day from ine to five I'm there No time to stop and assess, can't let it grind to a halt Can't stop and look at the mess and then find out it's my fault I can't stop for a single minute I know hell, well, I'm living in it No time to stop at all, I've got to jump through the hoops Roll over, sit up and beg Well, I'd much rather lie down and play dead Here comes another hoop Holidays have got to be the worst I've seen so many I've got it well rehearsed Joy to the world, hark the hey, let me ehar it Deick the halls, trim the treet, that's the spirit Holidays are not for me, chop down the tree They've got to be the worst I'm old and set in my ways, no stopping now, it's a shame But in my much younger days I'd stop and I'd take the blame I'm alright if I don't know and can't see I'll live in hell till the day that they plant me No time to stop at all, I've got to jump through the hoops Roll over, sti up and beg Well I'd much rather...lie down and play dead All over, so long my friend So long, all over, the end ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ Eric Wincentsen 267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu Glendale Community College Glendale, Arizona "We want the airwaves!"