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