High Heels and a Waterbed

by D. Striker

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RR: 05-13-05. For Niles Clyde.

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released May 13, 2005

D., acoustic guitar, vocals / Ryan Ervin, electric guitar, background vocals / Matt Moody, bass / Casey Sanders, drums, background vocals / Mason Vickery, lap steel, background vocals / Andy Willhite, electric guitar, background vocals

All songs written by Jeff Meltesen, © 2005
Recorded at No Budget Studios, Nashville, Tennessee
Engineered by Dean Bratcher
Mastered by Marc Chevalier

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Track Name: Unknown
I see you at the shopping mall. I see you at O’Charley’s. I see you hangin’ with this dude I bet he wants a Harley. But he rolls one of those Honda Shadows. If you ain’t got the money it’s not a bad way to go. And I see you at the Kroger buying vegetables. You’re hanging with this girl she looks like Rudy Huxtable. But not young Rudy no she’s grown up now. And I’ve got to got to meet you got to meet you somehow. I guess we’re just playing unknown to one another. I guess we’re just playing unknown to one another. And I see you at Marc’s party. I find you in the kitchen. I meet you through this friend of ours that likes to say “bitchin’.” Like, “the band was bitchin’.” And, “the music was bitchin’.” And “Friday the 13th will always be bitchin’.” We talked about gas. We talked about electric. We talked about this friend of ours a guy named Derek. But the very next day, you didn’t say, “Hey,” you just looked at me and then looked the other way. I guess we’re just playing unknown to one another. I guess we’re just playing unknown to one another. Unknown. Unknown. Unknown. Unknown. Unknown. Unknown. Unknown. Unknown. And I see you at the art show. You’re standing by a painting. I showed up here to get free beer. Now talk about frustrating, when you see me you don’t see me. You look ahead you look right through me. Now now cool is cool when cool is cool. But come on girl what about the Golden Rule? Or maybe that’s the ticket. And I don’t get it. Well you fuck someone and then you forget it! I guess we’re just playing unknown to one another. I guess we’re just playing unknown to one another. Unknown. Unknown. Unknown. Unknown. Unknown. Unknown. Unknown. Unknown.
Track Name: True Life Country Music Story
George Richey wasn’t a doctor hardly a lover but he discovered, he had to maintain Ms. Wynette with medicine. Well he seduced her and produced her filled prescriptions and excused her. Oh why did the First Lady have to go that way? And it’s a true life country music story about a man and a woman and fame. Just a true life country music story. Dilaudid, lawsuits and blame. Glen Campbell---you fucker to criticize Ms. Tucker and to call out her Judgment Day. Hey born again Christian don’t talk – just listen: Ain’t no need to treat Tanya that way. And it’s a true life country music story. About a man and a woman and fame. Just a true life country music story. Betty Ford, broken teeth and cocaine. And I’m watchin’ TV the unauthorized biography and it’s a scandal and I’ve seen it before. Well I can’t pull myself away these stories of yesterday. And I feel so sorry for the girls in this true life country music story about a man and a woman and fame. Just a true life country music story. Rhinestone, bad hair-dos and shame.
Track Name: She's Livin' on Credit Cards
She’s livin’ on credit cards. She’s driving that Escalade car painted pink. She’s a high roller, yeah. She’s wearing that Gucci suit. I’m telling you the girl she’s cute. But let’s cut to it, she’s in debt. Well she owes a lot of money to the Bank of America. Aw but she don’t buy no drinks no she gets her V.I.P. at the club. And her booty looks so good. I’d like to smooth her if I could. Get the time of day hey, hey, hey, hey. But there she rolls in her Escalade. She’s on Demonbreun. She’s got her cell phone on. She’s always talkin’. That bitch is always talkin’. She’s at the Roundabout. She wants to twist and shout, Off Broadway Shoes. Yeah, shoes. Well she owes a lot of payment on her Gold Capitol One. Oh but another pair of boots, oh yeah, that’d be so much fun. She’s so crazy about them fancy shoes. I bet she leaves them on in the bedroom too. Can you picture this in your head? High heels and a waterbed. High heels and a waterbed. High heels and a waterbed. High heels and a waterbed.
Track Name: (I'm Hungover In) The Wal-Mart Breakroom
Sippin’ coffee through a Styrofoam cup that’s my boss Ruth. Tammy in Softlines leans over the table and says, “hey, you wanna know the truth? Ron in hardware might get fired for fuckin’ up the inventory, but don’t tell know nobody and you certainly didn’t hear it from me.” Michael Hosey’s always getting paged on the intercom. And Ana in Toys well you know she ain’t never done nothing wrong. They’re having a Rollback Sale on Mexican Onyx. And I have to laugh when I hear Kim from Taiwan saying, “ElecTWONics.” And I’m hung over in the Wal-Mart breakroom. Well, I’ve got ten minutes and I’ve gotta be back on the floor soon. Oh but I’ve got an idea I know what I’ll do. I’ll head off to the back and I’ll stack a bunch of boxes. Make myself a fort I’m as sly as a fox is. Then I’ll lie down. Try and take a nap. Wake up in an hour when I don’t feel like crap. And they’ll think I’m working just as long as they don’t find me. They’ll think I’m working just as long as they don’t find me in the Wal-Mart breakroom. Christy she’s in high school and works the front registers. You can find her in the breakroom when those customers get on her nerves. She says, “That’s alright, my boyfriend will be here soon, and this place it will be old news.” But she turns away when I ask her, “How did you get that bruise?” And Eunice wears daisy duke shorts and she goes to country bars. She’s a boot scootin’ granny and she’s dating a young buck by the name of Lars. Someday she’d like to manage the shoe department. But unless Ruth dies well she really don’t stand a chance for it.
Track Name: Sunday
I wouldn’t mind this headache so much if I wasn’t kneeling right here. Last night I had too much on too little. But I’ve gotta get myself up. Find me a bite to eat. Or else I may never find peace in this day. Sunday. Sunday. Lord I know you’re busy but can you help me out? I won’t promise I won’t drink again. But I’m a faithful man. If anybody can help me, I know you can. I could stand her photograph if I though she was coming back. But there’s no sense in fooling myself. Car radio plays a country song “drink you off my mind.” I’m here to say no that bottle doesn’t help. Sunday. Sunday. Lord I know you’re busy but can you help me out? I won’t promise I won’t drink again. But I’m a faithful man. If anybody can help me I know you can. Hell of a hangover…on a heartache and nothing. But I will say this one thing: I could use a little redemption. Sunday. Sunday. Lord I know you’re busy but can you help me out? I won’t promise I won’t drink again. But I’m a faithful man. If anybody can help me I know you can.
Track Name: Two Against One
I bought you for four hundred dollars when I was sixteen years old. Yes, I bought you for four hundred dollars when I was sixteen years old. Rust and screwed down carpet an eight track stereo. I bought you for four hundred dollars when I was sixteen years old. And I said Yes, my father said Yes, my mama said No it was two against one. I said Yes, my father said Yes, my mama said No it was two against one. You’re mine. Air compressor pushing sand blaster, over and over again. Air compressor pushing sand blaster, one coat of gray primer too. Economy paint job we masked half and still spent four hundred. Just a half ass paint job I told Mr. Earl Scheib to paint you white.
Track Name: Don't Fight When You're Drunk
Well the lights are on and so are my shoes. Well I remember last call but could you give me some news about what went down at the end of the night? I remember something about a fight. Well it got real big as I recall and it had to do with a woman and she’s didn’t have a bra. She wore a tight t-shirt with words I couldn’t read. So I asked her would she kindly tell them to me. And she said, “Mullets Rock,” there was a picture to match. You know, business in the front party in the back. And I wasn’t cheating I wasn’t looking for a thrill. Aw but that didn’t stop you from giving me hell. Well we made it to the house I guess we made it there all right. And I popped a beer and you uncorked some wine. I put on George Jones you turned up the TV. But you didn’t watch it you just hollered at me. “Why baby why.” And “Stop being a bitch,” and when I said that well you really flipped. So I jumped into bed and you pulled back the sheets. And then the dog and I we headed out into the streets. Well we must have walked five blocks or more before turning around heading home and falling on the floor. And the moral of the story, if you really want to know, is really quite simple and here it goes…Don’t fight when you’re drunk. There’s nothing really that can come from it. You’ll wake up in the morning you’ll forget. How the whole thing got started. Don’t fight when you’re drunk. You’ll say things that you’ll regret. No solutions. No common sense. No, not when you’re drunk.