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First full length record by Modern Baseball. Vinyl and digital release date of November 27th, 2012!

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released November 27, 2012

Written by Modern Baseball
Engineered and produced by Ian Farmer and Modern Baseball
Mixed by Ralph Nicastro
Mastered by Zakk Cervini

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Track Name: Tears Over Beers
When I was just a boy, we'll call it 15 or so,
I found myself annoyed by a syndrome of sorts in my bones
That girl who's next to me, she found herself bored to tears
She realized that if she wanted conversation, she's out of luck for three more years

When I moved away from home, 100 miles or so,
I knew a change had grown inside my awkwardly long limbs and bones
That girl who's next to me, she's friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty,
But all she has to say is a meat head-themed monologue on why Brad ran away

She said, "All I can hope for is for me to get better,
because all I can take is no more.
I'll win him back again, we'll be lovers, best friends.
He won't need no other woman like he did way back when he was with me.

He needed more than me
I'm friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty,
But he needed more than me."

When I felt that I should leave, we'll call it midnight or so,
I found myself annoyed by a syndrome of sorts in her bones
That girl who's next to me, she don't know her worth in this town,
because her face starts to shine when that meat head behind me
Is grinning as he's checking her out

I said, "All I can hope for is for you to get better,
Because all I can take is no more.
I'll hide where I can, away from you and your friends,
leaking tears over beers once again."
Track Name: The Weekend
Though I seem cool, calm and collected
Making my way to Hipster with Glasses
Was a little more than just nerve wrackin'
Kinda’ just counted on her to turn me into goo

Praise whatever it ended with a smile
Cause for a bit, a tad, a little while
I expected you two, to save the day with sly remarks
Like "he's so cute" and "whatever you want"s

Though the white jacket didn't fit
The friends I came with did, perfectly
Snugged right to my body
Like sad movies and late night drinks

Could’ve guessed by the end of the hour
There was more than just a little smile on my face
Covered in custard and cookies and cream, pissed off I had to leave
But all has to end.

You got a smile that could light this town and we might need it
Cause it gets dark around here, real dark around here
Most of my old friends I can only stand for the weekend
But that doesn't apply here, doesn't apply here

The day started with a bloody drip
And a taste on my lips that was a lot less than desired
Awkward moments to the side
Not all expiring fast

A tank top that didn't cover a thing
And a zipped down hoodie, zipped to the bottom
Had us laughing every time
No matter how many chest hairs there were in sight

You got a smile that could light this town and we might need it
Cause it gets dark around here, real dark around here
Most of my old friends I can only stand for the weekend
But that doesn't apply here, doesn't apply here