If They Can't Take a Joke

by Ransom Pier

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released August 13, 2015

Hayley Harrington - Vocals/Guitar
Dan Crowley - Keys/Vocals
William Carrigan - Bass/Vocals
Andrew Kurman - Guitar (Tracks 1&3)
Coyote Anderson - Guitar (Track 4)/Slide Guitar (Track 2)
Brandon Naples - Drums/Percussion
Jose Anderson - Harmonica (Track 5)

Produced by Dan Crowley at the Motel Room Studios
Long Island City, NY

All songs written by Hayley Harrington and arranged by Ransom Pier
Except "Lofticries" written by Megan James/Corin Roddick and arranged by Ransom Pier

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Track Name: I Must Say
They say the only thing we know
Is we don’t know anything
We could all be figments
It’s a funny thing

I could have made you up
Your face, your laugh, your hands
What seems out of my control
Could be in my command

And if that’s the case
And my darling it may
What a lovely imagination
I have I must say

The way you act so cool
And wear the crown
Might in fact be
The other way around

If I made up those lips
That push into mine
I’d admit in a second
That’d be just fine

And if that’s the case
And my darling it may
What a lovely imagination
I have I must say

It’s cliché to say
You’re too good to be true
But with love like yours
What can I do

And if that’s the case
And my darling it may
What a lovely imagination
I have I must say

And if that’s the case
And my darling it may
What a lovely imagination
I have I must say
Track Name: Lofticries
Green, green thunder and the
Loud, loud rain
Lead our woes asunder
'Neath the proud, proud veins

Of trains let bleed the gunmen of our
Pumping earthly hearts
Wean or joys and plunder
Peel our shining teeth
Bid our hold on happiness

Beat weighty tests with lofty cries
Lofty cries with trembling thighs
Weepy chests with weepy sighs
Weepy skin with trembling thighs

You must be hovering over yourself
Watching us drip on each other's sides
Dear brother, collect all the liquids off of the floor
Use your oily fingers
Make a paste, let it form

Let it seep through your sockets and ears
Into your precious, ruptured skull
Let it seep, let it keep you from us
Patiently heal you
Patiently unreel you

Beat weighty tests with lofty cries
Lofty cries with trembling thighs
Weepy chests with weepy sighs
Weepy skin with trembling thighs

You must be hovering over yourself
Watching us drip on each other's sides
Dear brother, collect all the liquids off of the floor
Use your oily fingers
Pick up paste, let it form

Beat weighty tests with lofty cries
Lofty cries with trembling thighs
Weepy chests with weepy sighs
Weepy skin with trembling thighs

You must be hovering over yourself
Watching us drip on each other's sides
Dear brother, collect all the liquids off of the floor
Use your oily fingers
Pick up paste, let it form
Track Name: I Don't Live Here Anymore
Rollin’ down this road
Pull my hat way down low
Shield my eyes from the sun
Filtered through my closed window
And I get this eerie feeling
So familiar to me know
It finds its way beneath my skin
And it lingers there somehow
And no, I don’t live here anymore
No, no I don’t live here anymore

Foreign to me all those years
That place is home away from here
Yellowed are my thoughts of you
Yeah they’re stale and dry and far and few
And the fibers seem to dissipate
As I find a way to separate
My thoughts for you and our clear fate
No I don’t feel love or even hate
And no, I don’t live here anymore
No, no I don’t live here anymore

Hope is a privilege I don’t deserve
Wishing for you would only serve
To deepen the divide you see
I know there’s nothing left for me
But your eyes will remain
A dull etching on my brain
And no, I don’t live here anymore
No, no I don’t live here anymore
Track Name: Love's a Bitch
Is it a choice to let you go?
I asked myself so quietly
When free will seems impossible May I please blame fate entirely?

It’s not that I didn’t care for him
You know after all that time
But sometimes feelings lose their grip Like a knot that’s come untied

It was raining when I told him That our love had all dried up
He hung his head and wiped a tear And said I never gave a fuck

Anger, pleading and heavy sobs
I endured the whole affair Though I tried I just couldn’t cry
Maybe I really didn’t care

Love’s a bitch, but so am I
And I know I’ll be just fine
I’m on to the next one, break up and all It’s only a matter of time

Is it a choice to let you go?
I asked myself so quietly
When free will seems impossible May I please blame fate entirely?
Track Name: Turn Your Head
Moving through the crowd I walk on eggshells
I can spot him laughing as somebody yells
And he tilts his head back at some old joke that Colin told
And I could have sworn he never would have showed

So I stop down by the bar and grab my drink
Yeah I need some fuel to help me sit and think
But all I can remember is what I used to have
And babe I want to turn your head so bad

I want to turn your head so bad
It’s funny how a man can make you weak
With one look it’s like I forgot how to breath
And I can’t believe I’m aching up inside
And thinking man I want him back in my life

And he knows exactly how he makes me feel
It’s like a skip on some old rusty movie reel
And with each go round I fall a little bit harder
Yeah I’d like to think I got a little bit smarter
But I want to turn your head so bad

So that whiskey warms me down to my bones
With this confidence I could never be alone
But I’m staring at myself across bar
And all I see’s a girl who’s gone too fucking far

And I dream of busting into that place
With high heels and some makeup on my face
But I grip my stool as I start to feel mad
And all I can think is that I want to turn your head so bad
And I want to turn your head so bad