Goodbye Pork Pie Heart

by Patrick Porter

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Recorded in Denver, Colorado, Winter/Spring 2008

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released 01 April 2008
All songs written and performed by Patrick Porter. All songs Copyright 2008, Bring Yr Own Bathos Publishing

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Track Name: Fireman
FIREMAN
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)

Well I'm a fireman
I wear a fire hat
I drive a fire truck
Cuz I'm a fireman

I pet a firedog
I point a firehose
Sometimes I set the fires myself
Cuz I'm a fireman

Well I have a firecape
Covered in reflective tape
And a cherry picker crank
Cuz I'm a fireman

I have the siren on
I have two steering wheels
I'm secretly glad when it burns to the ground
Cuz I'm a fireman

Billion dollars of damage
WOO!

Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman!!!
Track Name: That's Where The Moon Is
THAT'S WHERE THE MOON IS
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter, C. 2008)

That's where the moon is
That's where the sun brights
That's where the stars soft
That's where the moon is

I took the wrong bus
I ended up in city park
I was in a backyard
I was starking up stark
It was after a wedding I missed
That's where the moon is
That's where the moon is, baby

That's where the whites walk
That's where the cars stop
That's where the clouds soft
That's where the moon is

Life is the criss
And death is the cross
X marks the gravestone
And it ain't no big loss
You ain't nothin' but a lobster in a pot
They turn on the cooker and the bubbles pop
They throw your bones in a Corn Flakes box
And that's where the moon is, baby
Track Name: Son Of Unable
SON OF UNABLE
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)

The son is on the runny side of the egg
The egg is on the mother side of the plate
(Your mother is dead, your mother is gone
Your mother went out like a dum-dum)

Son of unable, hey!
Son of unable, ho!
Son of unable
He has high style
He lives a life of petty crime

(GOD DAMN IT!)

The sausage is on the bent side of the fork
The fork is on the wet side of the floor
(Your father is there, your father is wrong
Your father lives life like a dum-dum)

Son of unable, hey!
Son of unable, ho!
Son of unable
He has high style
He lives a life of petty crime

The son is on the runny side
Mmm-hmm

Son of unable, hey!
Son of unable, ho!
Son of unable
He has high style
He lives a life of petty crime
Track Name: I'd Rather Just Die
I'D RATHER JUST DIE
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)

The sun's in the sky
It's a beautiful day today
The world sure looks nice
At first sight in the doorway

But I'd rather just die
I'd rather just die today

The leaves have gone gold
It sure looks like fall today
There's frost on the walls
Martha Stewart would love this day

But I'd rather just die
I'd rather just die today

Don't tell me I don't love life
I love it so much that it shits up my sights
But don't tell me I should change my mind
Cuz I reserve the right
To just wanna die

And I'd rather just die
I'd rather just die today
Track Name: Crayon Factory Blues
CRAYON FACTORY BLUES
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)

America Joe likes the Rolling Stones
American flags all over his clothes
Crayons color in different coats
America Joe likes white the most

Center him high
Value him low
Center him high
Value him low

America Joe on his native soil
Tasteless broth in a salty bowl
He pays for his coffee
Calls dollars 'bones'
America Joe likes donut holes

Center him high
Value him low
Center him high
Value him low

He's a hardworking guy
And no one knows his plight you know, you know
Sometimes at night, he cries

La la la la la la la la la
Oooh Oooh Oooh!
Track Name: Gold
GOLD
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)

If I have to go
I'll only go for a season
If I have to know
It's cuz I got a good reason

If I have to fall
It's gonna be on my own blues
If I have the gall
I only hope I don't lose you

Cuz you're gold
You're gold

If I have to change
I hope I change for the better
I'f I'm acting strange
It's cuz I'm going to let her
And if I get stole
It's just cuz you never caught me
It's nothing you did wrong
It's just that you never got me

But you're gold
You're gold

(This song's to Grey)
Track Name: Standing In The Snow
STANDING IN THE SNOW
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)

I don't wanna cross the road, so
I'm standing in the snow
Between a bank
And an Amoco

I'm standing in the snow
Just standing in the snow

A brain is a guitar solo
A lot of notes going nowhere

Standing in the snow
Just standing in the snow
Track Name: Iron In The Fire
IRON IN THE FIRE
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)

BABY!

I got a 518
To dial a 203
I got a Mountain Bell
For her New England leaves

I got an iron in the fire
I got an iron in the fire

She got a winter hat
I gotta win her heart
She's got swiss-cheese shoes
I got Cheeseman Park

I got an iron in the fire
I got an iron in the fire

I got a pretty mile
She got a pretty mouth
I'm gonna leave it outside
For her to pick it up

I got an iron in the fire
I got an iron in the fire

And when I go to her
And when she comes to me
It's gonna come to fruit
It's gonna come to be

I got an iron in the fire
I got an iron in the fire
Track Name: Popi
POPI
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)

A guitar with a million strings
It was actually a hammock

Linda Goodman
Called on the phone
I hung it up
The paint had hardly dried on that one
A great many people
Can want the same one
People want you, they want me too
Make me an offer I can't refuse

I went to the park
I sat on a bench
It was dark; a man passed by
He talked to me
I think he wanted sex
I waved him off
I laughed
That's how it is in the city, I guess
Skyscrapers make the loneliest pricks

Mail me a letter like a springtime summer
Mail me a letter like an acorn falling
Mail me a letter dutifully misspelled like you do
Mail me a letter and I'll pretend that it's you
I'll pretend that it's you

A girl died
On 14th Street today
An ambulance came and took her away
It said "DENVER GENERAL" on the doors
In reflective letters, backwards

I named her 'Popi'
I'm sorry she's gone
Track Name: Worn Out
WORN OUT
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter, C. 2010)

Everything it moves with such speed
And I'm so slow, and I'm so worn out

I would like to believe
That I could still steal the show
But I'm so worn out
I'm so worn out

Well it's fun, I suppose, to go dancing at indie shows
But I'm so worn out
I'm so worn out

I see people walking by
They're so happy, they don't even have to try
And I'm so worn out
I'm so worn out

Well I know that you want me to come visit you
But I'm so worn out
On a bus or a train
But I'm afraid my strength is failing
I'm so worn out
I'm so worn out

Well there's those songs where they say
'I'm not what I used to be in the old days
I'm so worn out'
These are songs that I hate
But I'm afraid I'm forced to write one of my own
I'm so worn out
I'm so worn out
Track Name: World Of Good
WORLD OF GOOD
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)

Sometimes I brace my head low
And sometimes I hang my head high
Sometimes I fold my halo
For the sake of an eye-to-eye
She is a ballerina
Flashing reds between 10th and 9th

Push lately comes to shove
And heaven help us, comes tonight
High-beams on rural high seas
Split the rifts in the AM hillsides
Sweet peels and rotting ceilings
Scent the Schultz in her paperback spines

Breathing steam to 'We'
She cracks the cuffs of her Cons to knee-highs
Hike hyper stiffs on plastics
A World Trade Center either side
Shitcan the cold potatoes for eager peaches by the slice

Sometimes I brace my head low
And sometimes I hang my head high
Sometimes I fold my halo
For the sake of an eye-to-eye
She is a ballet teacher
Trophy bone shattered in the thigh

Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Track Name: Faces
FACES
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)

One day they're there
The next day they're gone
Faces
Faces

One day they're shining
The next day they're long
Faces
Faces
Faces

One day you know 'em
The next day you don't
Faces
Faces

One day you want 'em
The next day you won't
Faces
Faces
Faces