From the recording Ocean of Birds - Remaster
Released May 20, 2021
Max Hatt - guitarist, composer
Edda Glass - vocalist, lyricist
Clipper Anderson - upright bass
River Guerguerian - drums, percussion
Jim Hoke - Flute
Patrick Sansone - producer, mixer, musician
Joshua Shapera - producer, mixer, engineer
Gar Ragland - executive producer, A&R
Clay Miller - assistant engineer
Julian Dreyer - assistant engineer
Mastered by Michael Hynes, Nomatic Studios; Asheville, NC
Vinyl Mastering by Jeff Powell, Takeout Vinyl; Memphis, TN
Vinyl Pressed at Citizen Vinyl; Asheville, NC
℗ 2021 NewSong Recordings, Max Hatt / Edda Glass
All compositions © 2021 Max Hatt / Edda Glass
Lyrics
NO MORE TATTOOS
I used to sleep by the furnace
sippin’ hot air
I used to dream I was naked at the
top of the stairs
Well now I sell subzero
invisimoon wear
See the king wear my strings
no one says anything
Well I was telling a friend a story
sure made me blush
But she said something about a user whose mailbox was flush
So I went pickin' a fight with the mailman,
I had to get tough
Comes a point find your teeth
stuck in deep your chew toy.
ring a ling a you had my heart on a string
don't think it didn't mean a thing
now I can't hear a thing but wind
rushing right through my every fling
when I first saw you you were gliding
down on the up
up escalator like a vision of a
hovering dove
your heart as sweet as sunrise,
your mind like a vise
we sure pulled many strings
back when we were a thing
The FBI has a warrant
for our old friend Bob
and now some how Eddie's got us
involved with the mob
I don't know why I even dialed you
but then you replied
We have got to get over
on all of these guys
well I was kissing every baby
that came into range
and every bug on the sidewalk came to
tell me its name
I felt a sweet melon swelling
under my chin
I felt all of my selves
meet and greet, that's my bell
ring a ling a you have my heart on a string
don't think it doesn't mean a thing
so swing me round and give me wings
so sing the wind and don't you blink
that was the best of the breezes
that we ever blew
from time to time Eddie phones us:
got somethin’ for you
but that was our last little number,
so listen up Lou
I got out, I went home, I got kids, I got loans,
I got out, I got through, I got you
