No Need To Beg

by Phil Yates & The Affiliates

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1.
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
2.
Co-Pilot 02:54
3.
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
4.
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
5.
Masterpiece 03:35
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
6.
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?
7.
I'm Thrilled 03:14
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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
Insomnia 02:51
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

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released April 14, 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

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Phil Yates & The Affiliates are a rock band based out of Chicago (formerly 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, Cave Singers, Holly Golightly, The Dead Milkmen's Joe Jack Talcum, Franklin Bruno, Wckr Spgt, and Mary Prankster. ... more

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