No Need To Beg

by Phil Yates & The Affiliates

supported by
/
  • Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

     $7 USD  or more

     

  • Record/Vinyl

    Almost Halloween Time Records will be releasing "No Need To Beg" as a limited edition vinyl. Fifty of them will have the Lizzie Borden print and will be available to purchase here. The other sixty will be drawn by hand by Luigi Falagario and can be purchased at Almost Halloween Time Records' website (www.underwaternow.com/catalog.php?id=044). This release is AHT 044.

    Includes unlimited streaming of No Need To Beg via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 7 days
    edition of 50 

     $20 USD or more

     

1.
2.
02:54
3.
4.
5.
03:35
6.
7.
03:14
8.
9.
10.
02:51

credits

released 14 April 2015

Music & Lyrics by Phil Yates (Sonic Charger Songs, ASCAP) except
"Burn It Down, Bernadette" and "Drinking For Two" by Phil Yates & Raph Worrick
(Sonic Charger Songs, ASCAP/Ray Fork Music, ASCAP)

Jake Blodgett - drums, tambourine
Kevin Stevens - electric guitar
Raph Worrick - bass, Wurlitzer piano, backing vocals
Phil Yates - vocals, electric & acoustic guitar

Mastered by Matt Rogalsky at Memory Device, Kingston, Ontario
www.memory-device.com

Cover art: “Lizzie Borden” by Luigi Falagario

tags

license

all rights reserved

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist

about

Phil Yates & The Affiliates Burlington, Vermont

Phil Yates & The Affiliates are a rock band based out of Burlington, Vermont. With his hooky sound that's "too folky for the rockers and too rocky for the folkers," Phil has played with The Mountain Goats, The Babies,The Dead Milkmen's Joe Jack Talcum, Franklin Bruno, Wckr Spgt, and Mary Prankster. He also shared a basket of chips and salsa with The Apples in Stereo’s Robert Schneider ... more

contact / help

Contact Phil Yates & The Affiliates

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Track Name: Burn It Down, Bernadette
Where there’s smoke, there’s fire
Still we couldn’t read the signals
That this affair would expire

All ash, it smolders
The pair is better off as singles
We wise up as we get older

The perfect items to burn in effigy
Taking all the best parts of you and me
Lather, rinse, repeat with kerosene
There are too many sorrows left for us to drown
So, burn it down, Bernadette, burn it down
Burn it down, Bernadette, burn it down

Has the past been scorched?
Or is it seared into your memory?
You still carrying that torch

In the middle of the dark
Not sometimes but every
You still searching for that spark

The perfect items to burn in effigy
Taking all the best parts of you and me
Lather, rinse, repeat with kerosene
The embers will spread from town to town
So, burn it down, Bernadette, burn it down
There are too many sorrows left for us to drown
So, burn it down, Bernadette, burn it down
The embers will spread from town to town
So, burn it down, Bernadette, burn it
Burn it down, Bernadette, burn it
Burn it down, Bernadette, burn it down
Track Name: Grass Is Always Greener
A roving eye, a roving eye never did anyone any good
Little white lies, little white lies will raze this neighborhood
Repeat them enough and they become your truth
Ignore the cards and signs so says the soothe
Trying to relive all the glories of your youth

You think the grass is always greener
And dirtier is better than cleaner
When it all amounts to what’s under the sweater is all that counts
You think the grass is always greener

I do or die, I do or die but both choices are good as dead
Live for the tie, live for the tie though you never ever led
Is the time right? Do you pay and play?
Get blown off course you go further away
Still it all comes back to the end of the day

You think the grass is always greener
And dirtier is better than cleaner
When it all amounts to what’s under the sweater is all that counts
You think the grass is always greener

You think the grass is always greener
And dirtier is better than cleaner
When it all amounts to what’s under the sweater is all that counts
You think the grass is always greener
Track Name: I Am A Hatchet
I am a hatchet
It was probably tragic
When we could no longer discern who got maimed

Looked at all facets
We lost all the magic
Even on another path results are the same

If everything’s on fire then we’re probably in hell
I’m probably a liar if I said all is well
Let’s mute the town crier and blind all the tells

I am a pickax
It’s so hard to relax
When you come to find that twenty-one was plenty

Watch how they react
They count all of the whacks
How could I even begin to stop at twenty?



If everything’s on fire then we’re probably in hell
I’m probably a liar if I said all is well
Let’s light all of the pyres before the final bell

If everything’s on fire then we’re probably in hell
I’m probably a liar if I said all is well
Let’s mute the town crier and blind all the tells
Let’s light all of the pyres before the final bell
Track Name: Masterpiece
I wish I was a canvas so you could throw your paint on
Then I’d be something that you love you’d never wish for me to be gone
You could do with me whatever you please
Hang me up I’d be your masterpiece

I wish I was a block of clay so that you could make a pot
To be like putty in your hands to me would mean an awful lot
Come on, baby, I’m begging you please
How I wish to be your masterpiece

I want to be the sculpture you adore
I want to be something that you call yours
But it isn’t that way anymore
The chip on my shoulder’s now paint on the floor

Sooner or later you’re going to run out of supplies
You’ll tear me down to start from scratch no matter how I try
Not one for the classics or in antiquities
Guess I’ll never be your masterpiece

Not one for the classics or in antiquities
Guess I’ll never be
Guess I’ll never be
Guess I’ll never get to be your masterpiece
Track Name: Little French Earthquakes
No need to beg
No need to borrow nor grovel
It’s written on your face
You’re my favorite novel

Could you write a book
About delusional lovers
Can I browse your pages
In between the covers

We move, we shake, we give, we take
Bring it on until it breaks
These little French earthquakes
These little French earthquakes

Still bad ideas could fill a reservoir
There are no regrets back in the boudoir
I hope I’m the hero of your memoir
Before we get to say au revoir
Ah, so long

We move, we shake, we give, we take
Bring it on until it breaks
These little French earthquakes
These little French earthquakes

Can I get you in between the covers?
Can I get you in between the covers?
Can I get you in between the covers?
Can I get you in between the covers?
Can I get you in between the covers?
Can I get you in between the covers?
Track Name: I'm Thrilled
I fell for the girl in the record store before my purchase was final
She had my heart skipping and my head was spinning as if it was vinyl

But heightened expectations always makes rejection such a tasty pill
Oh well, boy oh boy I’m thrilled

I thought I heard a co-worker call her by a name like Ann or Heather
Sure wish I was cool as Apollo Creed, Action Jackson, or Carl Weathers

Head back to Chicago since Milwaukee is an even bigger chill
Oh well, boy oh boy I’m thrilled

Now I’m thinking and I’m thinking until there was nothing left for me to thunk
Hey there, Lincoln, you’ve been drinking how come you’re not even remotely drunk

And he said:
“I’ve been at the bar and I should’ve stayed there instead
Of going to some theater where I got this sharp pain in my head”
Hey, hey, hey

I hop into my shit car and chew up the murderous miles alone
And curse some faceless corporation since there’s never ringing from my phone

Get back to the apartment only to find nothing but unpaid bills
Oh well, boy oh boy I’m thrilled
Boy oh boy I’m thrilled
Track Name: Drinking For Two
To hell with romance is the echo of the day
Rewind, reset, it still wouldn’t make you stay
Time may pass, it gets worse to my dismay
You’re lipstick in a gun, a Judas set to betray

Though you’re gone, I’m still under your spell
It’s closing time surrounded by never do wells
Raise a glass to your ghost it still haunts me the most

There’s nothing left for me to do so tonight I’m drinking for two
There’s nothing left for me to do so tonight I’m drinking for two

Sticks are good, knives are better
They will cut as deep as that letter
That I never wanted to read from you

Anchor to ship, they go together
Ball to chain, ball to tether
Ball busted, broken down and blue

There’s nothing left for me to do so tonight I’m drinking for two
There’s nothing left for me to do so tonight I’m drinking for two
There’s nothing left for me to do so tonight I’m drinking for two
There’s nothing left for me to do so tonight I’m drinking for two
Track Name: Flicker (Song For Clara)
There’s a light that doesn’t burn out it just fades to a flicker
If you shine down in the square, can I get in your knickers?
Drinking in the café we could rid this town of its liquor
There’s a light that doesn’t burn out it just fades to a flicker

Like a horse kick to the head, you got me falling so hard
Can’t think straight or even speak, you caught me off my guard
I’d probably go it alone without any trump cards
Like a horse kick to the head, you got me falling so hard

There’s a woozy feeling like a bad bit in a musical
The tune plods along far from frenetic
When I come to, I’ll chase the next girls, I’ll say she’s special
Blame my father, the trait is genetic

I’ll be gone down the stairs, out for a walk
Nothing left to do so I might as well walk
Nothing left to do so I might as well walk

There’s a light that doesn’t burn out
A light that doesn’t burn out
There’s a light that doesn’t burn out it just fades to a flicker

There’s a light that doesn’t burn out
A light that doesn’t burn out
There’s a light that doesn’t burn out it just fades to a flicker
Track Name: Insomnia
I can’t sleep, it’s the amphetamines or thoughts of you
I’m in too deep, I want to call tonight but it’s half past two
Am I the reason that you think you’re bad?
By all means then be bad

I’m too dense, do you think I can be your only one
Makes me tense, egg on one’s face is never fun
Where is the ground? I’m falling fast
The cliché for this ballad

Is it something that you should know?
Is it something that you already know?
What the hell do I really know?
Back to bed is where I’ll go