Written by :: Casey Spindler, Nicholas Webber
Produced by :: Nicholas Webber, Casey Spindler, Chris Shaw
lyrics
Bandages
There's an old drunk upstairs, at night I hear the bottle drop
There's an old drunk upstairs, at night I hear the bottle drop
There's an old drunk upstairs, at night I hear the bottle drop
His wife died drinking glue in the wood shop
I heard him last night screaming in the stairwell
I can't sleep with my neck on the chopping block
We don't have any bandages
We don't have any bandages
We don't have any bandages
He's got a son upstate at Napanoch
Who crossed the line in an all-night coffee shop
He used to write but the letters came back
Now he's tripping over bottles 'cause he painted the windows black
It took two coats
We don't have any bandages
We don't have any bandages
We don't have any bandages
No one gets hurt
Call off the search, call off the search
Call off the search, call off the search
Call off the search, call off the search
Call off the search
His wife was a beauty, just looking at the woman made you...
His wife was a beauty, just looking at the woman made you...
His wife was a beauty, just looking at the woman made you hungry
Made you question your ambition to do anything
But stay in bed all day, eat 'til you're sick
Scraping the plate with her cherry red pump
We don't have any bandages
We don't have any bandages
We don't have any bandages
No one gets hurt in this house
When he was seventeen he was working at Owen's Funeral Home
The green awning in white letters: where beauty lessens your grief
Working for his cousin who used to be a priest, picking up the deceased
Got to fix up what's been messed up
If you want to get dressed up
Meet me at the church, meet me at the church
Meet me at the church, meet me at the church
Meet me at the church, meet me at the church
Meet me at the church
I hear his heavy steps, he's talking to himself
The wine glasses rattle on my kitchen shelf
People say there's no one worse than him
But if he ever comes knocking I'm gonna let him in
We don't have any bandages
We don't have any bandages
We don't have any bandages
No one gets hurt in this house
Tim Luntzel - bass
Dan Rieser - drums
Casey Spindler - vocals, guitar
Nicholas Webber - vocals, guitar, piano
Engineered and Mixed by :: Chris Shaw
Mastered by :: Greg Calbi
Recorded at :: Electric Lady Studios in NYC
Assistant Engineer: Paul Suarez
Additional tracking at :: Future Shock Studios in Brooklyn
Assistant Engineers: Brendan Beu, Willie Chen
Mixed at :: Sparky Space in Brooklyn
Mastered at :: Sterling Sound in NYC
Publishing: Cornish Hen Music / Wibald Music (ASCAP)
Copyright 2010 NICKCASEY - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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