Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(introduction)
*Kings Highway String Quartet
arranged by David Campbell
Table of Contents
Part 1
introduction 1
why 2
audrey macy 3
no one needs to know 5
daydreaming 6
coming over 7
the lucky ones 8
sunshine 9
run 10
Part 2
11 calvin the coroner
12 evolution
13 ides of march
14 lonely
15 punch drunk
16 magic
17 sanitarium
18 mediocre
19 somebody
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(why)
Why am I so frightened by the little things
The bedbugs, the wedding rings
Why am I so bothered by the bickering
The water cooler’s echoing
The push that comes to shove
Do I talk too much, or not enough?
Why do I apologize for everything
From what I say to what I sing
Why have all my friends become my enemies
Do they see some other side of me
Do you say you’ve got one too?
Perhaps I can relate to you,
and everything you’re going through
There seems to be a break between
the things we say and things we do
But if you dream of you and me the way I do
Gonna see this one through
PT Walkley- vocals, acoustic guitar, bass
Sean Lennon- acoustic guitar, piano
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(audrey macy)
Audrey Macy isn’t lazy, she just never tries
Just like any trust fund baby, hard to pacify
You could give the world to her,
she’d ask you for the sky
It’s never quite enough
She keeps her bedroom messy,
but it’s not without its charm
Her clock is underneath the rug
to muffle the alarm
She wakes up when she pleases,
but she still finds time to yawn
It’s never quite enough
And the name sounds familiar
And the face you know all too well
Don’t believe all that you read
I’ve seen the way she rolls
It’s absolutely, positively, hell (la-la-la-la…)
She spent the ’90s in the roll
of tabloid millionaire
But truth be told, she’s gotten old,
now no one seems to care
She’d take the place uptown,
but daddy’s second ex lives there
and they don’t get along
Now she is an artist, has a home in Astor Place
She paints her view of 7A and practices the bass
She memorizes poetry to help her compensate
She isn’t smart enough
Now the name’s unfamiliar
And the face does not ring a bell
Don’t believe all that you read
She had so much yesterday…
But I guess that’s how it goes
it goes away (la-la-la-la)
Audrey’s daddy dies one day
(so young for heaven’s sake)
She planted twenty little pills
inside his birthday cake
She paid off Cal the coroner
on the first night of the wake
Soon she’ll have enough
Mr macy wasn’t crazy,
she was out to kill
A clever man, he spent it all,
left nothing in the will
Now daddy’s little girl will
have to work to pay the bills
She’ll never have enough, never quite enough
It’s never quite enough
PT Walkley- vocals, acoustic guitar
Lizzy Lee Vincent- electric guitar
Scott Hollingsworth- bass, piano
Bill Dobrow- drums, percussion
**White Street Choir- group vocals
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(no one needs to know)
You played me a song,
“wish you were here”
over the phone, how nice
I said hello, it’s been a long time
The line went dead,
wrong number dialed
I Should have known it wasn’t you
This was surely not your style
Far too girly, and besides
You’re not a green field,
you’re a cold steel rail
You got away
A way to make me go insane
Can’t afford to go again
Not over you You undermine
I’ve got some time to lose
She said I’m still a relatively
young man
So I’m still waiting on the line
Listening to the dial tone
whining in my ear
I think I hear you breathing
Just before we turn the other way
I would like to hear you say that you
love me like you used to
Now and then, pretend that you agree
If you left it up to me,
I would love you like I always do
You played me a song over the phone
If you love me, no one needs to know
You went away, I went insane
Think about you everyday again
Play me a song over the phone
I wish you were here,
no one needs to know
You played me a song, left me alone
I still love you, no one needs to know
PT Walkley- vocals, acoustic guitar, bass
Larry Campbell- mandolin
Jesse Harris- banjo
Jeff Hill- cello
Louis Schwadron- french horn
Dale Stuckenbruck- violin
Steven Bernstein- trumpet
Bill Dobrow- drums, percussion
**White Street Choir- group vocals
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(daydreaming)
You never know, but you might say a milestone’s an inch away
Been crawling up the walls, it’s in you again
You ebb and flow, to put it gently
The radio is full of empty songs that make you right
They saved your life
Daydreaming ’cause I just can’t sleep at night no more
All my demons wide awake
I believe in you, I just can’t stick around no more
Would have left here yesterday
But I still love you
PT Walkley- vocals
Larry Campbell- acoustic guitar, pedal steel
Earl Maneein- fiddle
Scott Hollingsworth- bass
Bill Dobrow- drums
You didn’t lock the door, you let us in
The tables turn, they’re just in time
My lesson learned, I know that
I’m a shadow of a man without my shell
The memory banks are full this evening
Special thanks to old Saint Stephen
Nothing could outshine her eyes that night
Daydreaming cause I just can’t sleep at night no more
Got that woman on my brain
She believes in me, I just can’t mope around no more
No more better yesterdays. Today can’t get much better
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(coming over)
White paper mountain sprawling through my room
Shredding the pages filled with dreams of you
It’s not that easy
It would be if I only knew
Was it coming over you
Haven’t you been dreaming too?
Biding my time
One glass, I’m passing through
Waving goodbye while whispering I love you
I think about you
I think without you I’d be blue
Is it coming over you
Wake me when my dream comes true
PT Walkley- vocals, acoustic guitar
Larry Campbell- pedal steel, electric guitar
Scott Hollingsworth- bass
Doug Yowell- drums, percussion
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(the lucky ones)
Counting up the criminals
They caught us in the middle
And they would have locked us up,
for sure
But they overlooked the lucky ones
We’re gonna get the money
’cause they never looked behind
the door
Oh baby, what a night this could be
In the morning
We’ll be underneath an awning
And we’ll never have to watch the time
We’ll have a cup of tea
And after swimming at the beach
We’ll be sleeping as the towels dry
Oh baby, what a night this could be
On the lam again
Time to make a plan again
Before they start to wonder why
East side, west side
You be Bonnie, I’ll be Clyde
Never let the well run dry
And here’s the deal, just so you know
I got your back, can’t make it alone
They’re never gonna catch us
No, they’re gonna watch us
Walk away with all they own
Oh baby, what a night this could be
Oh baby, what a life this could be
PT Walkley- vocals, optigan
Michel Walkley- vocals
Larry Campbell- acoustic guitar
Nicky Kulund- drums
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(sunshine)
Me and my friends take it easy
Summit Ave is where we do this
Spend the morning with the sunshine
Spent the nighttime chasing rabbits
I miss the commonwealth
I miss the boulevard
I miss the house we shared
Everything inside
Me and my girl, we got sunshine
Spent a lifetime just to see it
Me and my girl, got that feeling
Sent me reeling, now shes healing
PT Walkley- vocals, acoustic guitar
Sean Lennon- electric guitar
Scott Hollingsworth- bass
Doug Yowell- drums
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(run)
Run, run, run, run to your lady now
Run, run, run, run to your lady now
It’s not unlike someone like you to like someone like me
Soon as you stepped into view, you were all I could see
Run, run, run, run with your lady now
Run, run, run, run with your lady now
It’s not unlike someone like you to love someone like me
I have been warned, what you get is much less than you see
Run, run, run, run from your lady now
Run, run, run, run from your lady now
It’s not unlike someone like you to leave someone like me
Now that you’re well out of view, well again I can see
Has he gone, has he gone,
has he gone, has he gone crazy?
PT Walkley- vocals, acoustic guitar
Flip Walkley- vocals
Scott Hollingsworth- optigan, mellotron flute
Jeff Hill- bowed bass, cello
Dee Carstensen- harp
Dale Stuckenbruck- violin
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(calvin the coroner)
When Calvin was a boy,
there was a lot to comprehend
A high imagination,
but he never had a friend
His father bought the funeral parlor
just around the bend from the Macys
He helped around the basement,
and he swore to never tell
He couldn’t stand the bodies,
but he grew to like the smell
Formaldehyde and suicide
are words that came too well
to a young boy (oh boy!)
Every night he spent
telescoping in his room
Watching naughty Audrey,
smoking on the roof
He fell for her from a far,
and someday he’d tell her…
Lady luck, try your hand on me
Fill her dreams with the
quiet boy across the street
Who came undone
Certain things I’ve seen too young, but…
I’m sure she’s seen her share of
blood, guts, and daddy don’t care
waiting is so hard to bare…
I’d really like to meet you
But they teach you not to mix
with those (unknowns)
I’d like to get to know you
Like to show you all the things
they don’t (and they won’t)
I’d simply like to tell you
That you’re swell,
and I could take you home (uh-oh!)
I’ll be waiting…
Just the other week,
it was a dream come true
Audrey came a-knockin’,
said she didn’t know what to do
She asked him for a favor,
he said “anything for you,
Audrey Macy”…
PT Walkley- vocals, acoustic guitar, bass
Marc Trachtenburg- piano
Steven Bernstein- trumpet, melophone
Bill Dobrow- drums
**White Street Choir- group vocals
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(evolution)
She had it out with the in crowd and now she’s alone, yeah
Moved to a place where body and soul can be cloned, owned
They made more of a lonely girl
Now she’ll never be bored
Loneliness is a thing of the past
There’s twenty more, plenty more
Look there’s five more of you
Hey, evolution is grey revolution
Someday you’ll pay for mistakes that you made along the way
He had it made, but had no one to make it with, yeah
Headed straight out for the hills when he got sick of it, yeah
PT Walkley- vocals, acoustic guitar, vocoder
Dale Stuckenbruck- saw
Jeff Hill- upright bass
Dee Carstensen- harp
Scott Hollingsworth- percussion
David Campbell- string arrangement
And he found his dear lonely girl
It was meant to be
And she laughed when she left him there
She said let it be
Can’t you see twenty five more like me
Hey, evolution is grey revolution
Someday you’ll pay for mistakes that you made along the way
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(ides of march)
Hard to believe, the summer’s gone
The fall will fade and it won’t be long til the ides of March
We don’t fight, but something’s wrong
The city’s alright but it’s just not home for a lovely country girl
She’s leaving
The hours in the evening without you seem like years
The apple’s gone sour without you around
Why don’t you come back, dear?
She said come to the country, it’s oh so green
The fresh air strips you conscience clean
And there is no scene, just scenery (and you and me)
The fields will flood, bring your boots in case
The streets are mud, but they’re always safe
Even after dark, even in the ides of March
The cows look funny, but I hardly ever laugh without you here
The apples are actually quite sweet
But not like you, dear
PT Walkley- vocals, acoustic guitar
Jeff Hill- upright bass
Louis Schwadron- french horn
David Campbell- string arrangement
Doug Yowell- drums
Window seat on a morning flight
I’d like to meet you there tonight
Got a table in a field for two
And a ring for you
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(lonely)
And when you’re lonely
Think about old times and call me
We’ll laugh until you cry ‘I’m not so lonely afterall’
I’ll be happy thinking about old times
I can pretend that you’re still mine
Although I know you’re gone and we’re just friends
Call when you get lonely again
PT Walkley- vocals, acoustic guitar
Scott Hollingsworth- bass, mellotron harp
Doug Yowell- drums, percussion
Dale Stuckenbruck- saw
Steven Bernstein- trumpet
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(punch drunk)
Started to drink
Started a fight
Not sure if I was wrong or right
But now I’m punch drunk, standing at your door
Don’t ask what for, don’t ask what for
You let me in
Started a fight
You don’t like me ringing in the middle of the night
So now I’m punch drunk walking out your door
Don’t ask where for, don’t ask where for
And now I’m punch drunk walking out your door
Don’t ask where for, I won’t be coming ’round no more
PT Walkley- vocals, acoustic guitar
Flip Walkley- vocals
Chris Cereda- bass
Steven Bernstein- trumpet
Earl Maneein- fiddle
Nicky Kulund- drums
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(magic)
If it starts to rain, will it wash our brains away?
If we all behave, will we all become the same?
We all could
We all would
Maybe we all should
If the skies are grey, does it mean we have to be that way
I could never maintain if you ever washed away
We all would
It all could
Baby, we all should
It’s MAGIC
Imagine that
PT Walkley- vocals, acoustic guitar, bass
Michel Walkley- vocals
Louis Schwadron- french horn
Will Vincent - flute
Doug Yowell- drums
**White Street Choir- group vocals
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(sanitarium)
There’s a little crowd of children on the hill, beside the sanitarium
Throwing pebbles at the window ’til he reappears to sing a song to them
It is a song that winds its way inside their ears and out their
tear ducts to the ground
By the second verse, an angry nurse arrives and ties the little singer down
He dreams up a kingdom and sits on his thrown
He sings for the children surrounding his home
Would you believe in a dream if you woke up alone?
Here comes the lowlife with the highlights in his hair,
too old to wear the clothes he’s wearing
he towers over all the children on the hill,
and can’t believe what he is hearing
he writes a letter from the label, full of fancy words that set the singer free
he earns an honest $1.50 every time the singer sings to you and me
he lives in a kingdom and sits all alone
counting his money and drinking his rum
will he believe in the dream when he wakes up alone
he wakes up alone, singing pretty please:
“pretend that you love me…pretend, that will do”
There’s a little crowd of children on the hill, beside the sanitarium
Throwing pebbles at the window ’til he reappears to sing a song to them.
PT Walkley- vocals, acoustic guitar
David Campbell- string arrangement
Nicky Kulund- percussion
**White Street Choir- group vocals
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(mediocre)
I wish you could be next to me
It’s nice to have a
perdy little girly on stage
The trouble with the bands today
is they’re all better than me
The Shins’ melodies carefully
crafted as their
grammar-rama-lama-ding-dong
The Strokes wrote a decent love song
I wish I could too
I’d write one for you
Mediocre at best,
I’m only getting older
Unless I die before my time,
These songs of mine will go unheard
Don’t they deserve better?
The crowds in this town,
are they down, are their elbows cold?
Their arms fold up, and they wouldn’t
give a buck to save your soul
The band all agreed, suddenly,
to take it to the
subbur-rubaduba-summer burbs
The people are nice,
make great second wives
and drinkin’ buddies
Mediocre at best,
I’m only getting older
Unless I die before my time,
These songs of mine will go unknown
The future could come and go
PT Walkley- vocals, acoustic guitar
Larry Campbell- pedal steel, mandolin
Jeff Hill- upright bass
Bill Dobrow- drums
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(somebody)
Seize the day
is all you seem to say
When the night comes,
I’ll be on my way
‘Cause I’m lonely,
and I’m longing
To be somebody
To need somebody
To be somebody
Just like me
lead the way
there’s nothing more to say
day becomes the night
and slips away
and I’m sorry that it’s gone
I was only trying to find someone
To be somebody
To need somebody
To be somebody
Just like me
Tell everyone
This is the sum
of all the odds and ends
I ever dreamed of
And when I’m gone
Let this one
remind you that you’ll always
be somebody
to me
To be somebody
PT Walkley- vocals, acoustic guitar
David Campbell- string arrangement
Jeff Hill- upright bass
Louis Schwadron- french horn
Scott Hollingsworth- electric bass
Bill Dobrow- drums
**White Street Choir- group vocals
All songs written and performed by PT Walkley
Produced by PT Walkley, Mary Wood, Scott Hollingsworth
Recorded at Frisbie Studios, NYC
Engineered by Scott Hollingsworth
Mixed by Trina Shoemaker
Mastered by Joe Gastwirt
* Kings Highway String Quartet is Dale Stuckenbruck (violin),
Earl Maneein (violin), Liuhwen Ting (viola), Stephanie Cummins (cello)
** White Street Choir is Trevor Tyrrell, Mary Wood, Sean Reynolds,
Jennie Brown, PT Walkley, Michel Walkley, Scott Hollingsworth,
Melissa Lefton, Chris Cereda, Nicky Kulund & Oren Kaunfer
Cover design by Chris Cereda