Some Call Him Tim ( More Replacements)
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To continue my posting about the The Replacements 1st - present, I now come to the album Tim.For Christmas, my lovely girlfriend gave me this book,
Now every waking minute I am reading this book and dealing with the flood of memories that arise.As I read the book and get into my favorite Mats discs I realize picking a favorite song is liking picking your favorite kid. I know I only have two kids so it should be easy. It's not.When Tim came out it was the first big release for the Mats on Sire Records. My friends and I were a little let down at first. The Punk attitude form Stink & Sorry Mom... had mellowed a bit. These were good songs and many became classics, it's just that it took a little while. The writing was first rate. Here is Kiss Me On the Bus Westerberg always could turn a good phrase, but I really feel he started to get his voice with Tim. The cover songs were replaced with his thoughts and what thoughts they are.Here are the lyrics to Here Comes A RegularWell a person can work up a mean mean thirstafter a hard day of nothin' much at allSummer's passed, it's too late to cut the grassThere ain't much to rake anyway in the fallAnd sometimes I just ain't in the moodto take my place in back with the loudmouthsYou're like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with foodI used to live at home, now I stay at the houseAnd everybody wants to be special hereThey call your name out loud and clearHere comes a regularCall out your nameHere comes a regularAm I the only one here today?Well a drinkin' buddy that's bound to another townOnce the police made you go awayAnd even if you're in the arms of someone's baby nowI'll take a great big whiskey to ya anywayEverybody wants to be someone's hereSomeone's gonna show up, never fear'cause here comes a regularCall out your nameHere comes a regularAm I the only one who feels ashamed?Kneeling alongside old Sad EyesHe says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shutAll I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buyThe fool who wastes his life, God rest his gutsFirst the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blowTurn your back on a pay-you-back, last callFirst the glass, then the leaves that pass, then comes the snowAin't much to rake anyway in the fall
Now every waking minute I am reading this book and dealing with the flood of memories that arise.As I read the book and get into my favorite Mats discs I realize picking a favorite song is liking picking your favorite kid. I know I only have two kids so it should be easy. It's not.When Tim came out it was the first big release for the Mats on Sire Records. My friends and I were a little let down at first. The Punk attitude form Stink & Sorry Mom... had mellowed a bit. These were good songs and many became classics, it's just that it took a little while. The writing was first rate. Here is Kiss Me On the Bus Westerberg always could turn a good phrase, but I really feel he started to get his voice with Tim. The cover songs were replaced with his thoughts and what thoughts they are.Here are the lyrics to Here Comes A RegularWell a person can work up a mean mean thirstafter a hard day of nothin' much at allSummer's passed, it's too late to cut the grassThere ain't much to rake anyway in the fallAnd sometimes I just ain't in the moodto take my place in back with the loudmouthsYou're like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with foodI used to live at home, now I stay at the houseAnd everybody wants to be special hereThey call your name out loud and clearHere comes a regularCall out your nameHere comes a regularAm I the only one here today?Well a drinkin' buddy that's bound to another townOnce the police made you go awayAnd even if you're in the arms of someone's baby nowI'll take a great big whiskey to ya anywayEverybody wants to be someone's hereSomeone's gonna show up, never fear'cause here comes a regularCall out your nameHere comes a regularAm I the only one who feels ashamed?Kneeling alongside old Sad EyesHe says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shutAll I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buyThe fool who wastes his life, God rest his gutsFirst the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blowTurn your back on a pay-you-back, last callFirst the glass, then the leaves that pass, then comes the snowAin't much to rake anyway in the fall
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