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by Phil Yates & The Affiliates

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released April 20, 2018

Music & Lyrics: Phil Yates (Sonic Charger Songs, ASCAP)

Phil Yates & The Affiliates:
Phil Yates: vocals, electric and acoustic guitars
Jake Blodgett: drums
Raph Worrick: bass
Kevin Stevens: electric guitars

Additional musicians:
Josh Glass: piano, Wurlitzer piano

Recorded & Mixed by Ryan Cohen
Robot Dog Studios, Williston, VT
www.robotdogstudio.com
March 2017

Mastered for Vinyl by Nick Bertling
Bertling Noise Laboratories, Chicago, IL
January 2018

Front cover photo: Mabel Yates
Back cover photo: Sarah Venuti Yates
Design & Layout: Jason Adams

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Phil Yates & The Affiliates Chicago, Illinois

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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Track Name: My Favorite Bag
I'm wide awake, it's 5 AM
Time zones and zip codes are getting to me
You made your mark, you know it's true
Not just the luggage marked SEV

Now every wall could use a tag
And every pole could use a flag
Still you wanna zip when I wanna zag
You're my favorite bag

Sunday morning came down with a crash
Step out the door and see what I can find
Maybe this is where I want to be
Set up shop, you won't be too far behind

Sometimes it pulls, sometimes it drags
Sometimes it sinks, sometimes it sags
Darling, don't delay now don't you lag
You're my favorite bag

Wherever I go I want you beside me
Or me with you wherever that might be
Aw yeah

You're my favorite bag
Track Name: Triple Fisting
Take me in like smoke, put me out like a cigarette
At least I had a function
Raise me up, build my hopes only to see them get
Beat down with a truncheon

Is it the drink making you say it on a whim?
If you love me so much tell me why are you with him?

I could relay the same "I love ya's" to you
But would you even believe it
What else can I do to see if I made the cut?
Can't take another minute

Aw, honey, do you really think of me that dim?
If you love me so much tell me why are you with him?

Take me in like smoke, put me out like a cigarette
At least I had a function
Raise me up, build my hopes only to see the get
Beat down with a truncheon

Is it the drink making you say it on a whim?
If you love me so much tell me why are you with him?
Track Name: Send Him The Bill
Bastard, he's a lucky one, a bastard just the same
Though he's done nothing wrong there's still plenty to blame
Like holding on to you, doing all the lovely things couples do
Still you think that he's a catch, he picked all the locks and he lifted the latch

All I'm asking is for a chance
Come on, now, I think I see it in your glance
The choice is yours now, is it the chase or the kill?
The price to render something tender
We'll just send him the bill

Honey, I can shower you with praises, if I may
But my weak-powered metaphors could keep us here all day
I'm not asking you to lie just start constructing those alibis
There's no reason to the rhyme
Don't let the hands on the clock be the only ones to give me the time

All I'm asking is for a chance
Come on, now, I think I see it in your glance
The choice is yours now, is it the chase or the kill?
The price to render something tender
We'll just send him the bill

Bastard, bastard
Go on and send him the bill
Why don't you send him the bill?
Go on and send him the bill
Come on and send him the bill
Track Name: Nothing Happened
A comment is made, turns into an accusation
There'll be tears before bedtime tonight
Curled up on the bathroom floor, that is the destination
I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to have a fight

I'm fine, I'm fine
But it's your face you're slapping
Do we sit idly by and pretend nothing happened?

Never start a land war in Asia minor
Our are problems compared to that but we get the gist
Selective hearing or is it simply amnesia?
But you know I'll never give the knife a twist

I'm fine, I'm fine
But it's your face you're slapping
Do we sit idly by and pretend nothing happened?
Track Name: Fixin To Die
Say pleased to meet me so discretely as you hold out your hand
The placeholders, reheat leftovers, can be so bland
I'm such a sucker, a guest conductor, now strike up the band
Strike up the band, strike up the band

It's a car crash that's meant to collide
Nobody's hurt, now that is a lie
In a mad dash to save one's pride
Time to quit and split and sit and now
I'm fixin to die

After take off and the payoff are heights so grand
Another letdown, King Shit of Shit-town, is ready to land
March to the sea, get burnt for free, and break up the band
Break up the band, break up the band

It's a car crash that's meant to collide
Nobody's hurt, now that is a lie
In a mad dash to save one's pride
Time to quite and split and sit now
I'm fixin to die

I'm such a sucker, a guest conductor
March to the sea, get burnt for free
Strike up the band, strike up the band
Break up the band, break up the band
Track Name: If Only I Was Lonely
If only I was lonely and double all of your dares
Maybe double something else down there
If only I was lonely

Propose something unholy, perhaps perfectly prepare
To announce all of your affairs
Propose something unholy

You come bounding into this joint
Flexible and so adroit
I'm sorry you missed the point
I'm sorry, so sorry
If only I was lonely, if only I was lonely

Now someone calls me "mine"
She won me with just one look
It was a chance that I already took
Now someone calls me "mine"

Just casting out your line, hope to catch me on your hook
Steal me away like a common crook
Just casting out your line

Where are the drinks? Let them all pour
Spill on my jeans and on the floor
Make eyes at me then make for the door
I'm sorry, so sorry
If only I was lonely, if only I was lonely

You come bounding into this joint
Flexible and so adroit
I'm sorry you missed the point
I'm sorry, so sorry
If only I was lonely, if only I was lonely
Track Name: One Man's Trash (Sour Grapes)
Bukkake in the 802
Nothing to see here, nothing to do
Don't you know it's all they demand
Every night the same fucking bands
Nothing to see here, nothing to do
Bukkake in the 802

Bukkake in the O.N.E.
Wondering how come they don't include me
Sing your songs, listen to the sounds
But every night it's a reach around
Wondering how come they don't include me
Bukkake in the O.N.E.

I'm going to scream "Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!" until I have no voice
All it takes is a little Dutch courage and a whole lot of poise
Always remember one man's trash is another man's toys
Always remember one man's hit is another man's noise

Bukkake in the Green Mountain State
Wondering who I have to fellate
In the clique you get the pass
Cause it's all about kissing some ass
Wondering who I have to fellate
Bukkake in the Green Mountain State

Bukkake in the 802
Nothing to see here, nothing to do
Don't you know it's all they demand
Every night the same fucking bands
Nothing to see here, nothing to do
Bukkake in the 802
Track Name: Drink Myself Blind
If I can't see you I'm going to drink myself blind
Here I am yours sealed, delivered, and signed
You're that diamond in the rough, so hard to find
If I can't see you I'm going to drink myself blind

If I can't hold you I'll grab the bottle brigade
And then a guitar that's shabbily played
Don't throw out this heart like a hand grenade
If I can't hold you I'll grab the bottle brigage

If I can't see you I'm going to drink myself blind
Here I am yours sealed, delivered, and signed
You're that diamond in the rough, so hard to find
If I can't see you I'm going to drink myself blind

And if I can't hear you may silence be gold for me
Track Name: Peter Francis Geraci
Sleep is just a dream away
Like most of my dreams it won't be coming true soon
Stretched out upon the couch
Yeah, I'm on the couch, you're forced to be in another room

Peter Francis Geraci comes on the TV
Solving the bankruptcy puzzle
When all I want is to wear you like a muzzle

If you want we can go for a ride in my automobile
After hours, school parking lot, try to cop a feel
The radio is playing Al Green, if we honk the horn we might be seen
What do you say? But anyway, but anyway

Peter Francis Geraci comes on the TV
With his same old song and dance
When all I want is to get into your pants

Sleep is just a dream away
Stretched out upon the couch
Track Name: Bite Your Tongue
We're proud to be held for ransom and forced to walk off the plank
We're proud to breathe dirty air as long as there's gas in the tank
Thank God for the flag and the one true religion

We're proud to be the property of multinationals
We're proud that poison water is what's keeping our glasses full
Only traitors make up the opposition
So maybe you should bite your tongue

We're proud that we can't afford to be in bad health
We're proud that debt is now our definition of wealth
While the President's men are cashing in their options

We're proud that our kids can't locate shit from Shanghai
We're proud that all our bucks go to a defense that only works in sci-fi
Only traitors make up the opposition
So maybe you should bite your tongue
So maybe you should bite your tongue

I'm not going to bite my tongue

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