Frank Abagnale Jr. , The Boston Red Sox, Babe Ruth, David Ortiz, and the love of my life.
That's Scott Johnson yelling at the top.
lyrics
Frank faked his wings, passed the bar and bad checks-
A genius thief with a Peter Hood complex.
He deadheaded across the country, round the world, round the law.
He hung paper like pictures, sucked the world like a straw.
With faith in the misquotes of W.C. Fields.
Life fast and large like an aeroplane wheel.
But I guess you run out of suckers when you’re reaching for the sky.
And anything pecked to death will die.
Bucky Dent, Bill Buckner, Boone, and The Babe-
The “b” in Beantown might as well mean bridesmaid.
A curse is a curse is a curse is a curse.
But those pinstripe parades dig the scar that much worse.
“No, No, Nanette” to a 0-3 wreck.
Cue “Enter Sandman,” Big Papi’s on deck
And as Babe Ruth rolled in his grave even he realized
Anything pecked to death will die.
My love for you is strong. It is live. It is stout.
And it’s got enough fire to put the great ocean out.
It ain’t simple, ain’t perfect, but it’s true and it’s right.
Your love’s a flashlight, a flash flood, a floodlight.
Some people feel conned and some people feel cursed
I feel like I got a river in a world of thirst
I don’t understand it and I’m not so naïve to try.
No, I’ll never understand love and I’m not about to try
Anything pecked to death will die.
credits
from Paul Jacobsen And The Madison Arm,
released September 27, 2008
Marcus Bently, Dustin Christensen, Dominic Moore, Ryan Tanner: vocals
George Brunt: bass
Pat Campbell: drums
Sam Cardon: upright piano
Scott Johnson: Hammond B3, battle cry
Scott Wiley: electric & acoustic guitars, vocals
Paul Jacobsen: vocals, acoustic guitars
supported by 4 fans who also own “Anything Pecked To Death Will Die”
This is thoughtful and melancholy, but not morose -- there is hope in its sheer beauty. Her sensitivity as an arranger and producer is as impressive as her songwriting and singing; the whole album has a lovely sense of texture and space. Joe Madden