Go Ahead and Try

by The Running Riot

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released May 30, 2013

Recorded and Mixed by Adam Paulus
Mastered by Tom Garneau
Written by The Running Riot

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The Running Riot Minneapolis, Minnesota

Amanda Zimmerman - Piano, Vocals
Kirstin McDuffie - Viola, Vocals, Percussion
Christine Mennicke - Ukulele, Drums, Vocals
Jessica Cheadle - Cello, Percussion

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Track Name: Go Ahead and Try
So these tall, dark, strappin' gentlemen
Call out to me "lady, why won't you smile my way?"
So I tell them, "brother, you best find another lover
I already got a little sunshine in my day," I say

You can go ahead and try to take this heart
But before you start you should know
That it's sold, sold, sold on the man in the front row

So go ahead and try to take this heart
But before you start you should know
That it's sold, sold, sold to that man I know

You talk about
You talk about heart
You talk about eyes so blue they light up the moon
They make the meanest clouds part

You talk about
You talk about lady
You talk about a lady killin' grin that picks you up
And sets you back down again

You talk about
You talk about shake
You talk about shakin' like a leaf when he looks at me,
I'm the president on a submarine
Makin' melodies at the foot of a tree
I'm a robin, he's a batman baby

You can go ahead and try to take this heart
But before you start you should know
That it's sold, sold, sold on the man in the front row

So go ahead and try to take this heart
But before you start you should know
That it's sold, sold, sold to that man I know

Doo doo dooo

So whenever a dashin' devil say
"Hey pretty girl with your hair in a curl
You've got my head in such a whirl
You got me feelin' coy,
Won't you let me be your boy?" I say

You can go ahead and try to take this
Heart, this heart, this heart
But it's sold, sold sold
Sold on the man in the front row
It's sold, sold, sold to that man I know
Track Name: Song of Pride
First it was fun
Making silver from paper, putting tires to pavement
Making roads out of stone

And after the fight we won
We saw all the carpetbaggers overtake the lollygaggers
As they made their new homes

We made the mountains into malls
We made one hell of a hall
And held on 'til we had each had twice our fill

We made our daughters into whores
Made our sons to fight our wars
It's not a melting pot if you've got this many corpses

Bright eyes and holstered hips and a
Song of pride stuck to our lips
We had bright eyes and holstered hips and a
Song of pride stuck to our lonely lips


So we might've jumped the gun
After a year without a summer, we drank and drove these hummers
'Til we had it all year long

Then scared of what we'd done
We sent out the fastest runners to deny our stupid blunders
'Til it didn't feel so wrong

We made the fishes into straws,
Made a whole new set of laws
And called it righteous, and they were too tired to fights us

We made our daughters into whores,
Built them bright pink barbie stores
And filled their heads with fickle princesses

Bright eyes and holstered hips and a
Song of pride stuck to our lips
We had bright eyes and holstered hips and a
Song of pride stuck to our lonely lips


We made the fishes into straws,
Made a whole new set of laws
And called it righteous, and they were too tired to fights us

We made our daughters into whores
Made our sons to fight our wars
It's not a melting pot if you've got this many corpses

Bright eyes and holstered hips and a
Song of pride stuck to our lips
We had bright eyes and holstered hips and a
Song of pride stuck to our lonely lips
Track Name: Blue Bicycle
I got two arms and legs and hands
I got a blue bicycle and a pretty little man

A pretty little man and a pretty little band
A blue bicycle and a pretty little man

I'm a gonna grab my fishin' pole
And skip down to the watering hole
If I catch a catfish, is she gonna scratch me?
If I catch a fat fish, nobody go hungry

I got two arms and legs and hands
I got a blue bicycle and a pretty little man

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I can play the banjo, I can play guitar
I can play the mandolin til the stars fade
I can shoot the dice, baby, I can shoot a gun
I can sure show you how to have a little fun

I can cuss ya out, I can charm you too
I can run a mile in my dancin' shoes

I can sing your praises
Or make you sing the blues
Drink you under the table, I don't know how to lose... cause

I got two arms and legs and hands
I got a blue bicycle and a pretty little man

I got two arms and legs and hands
I got a blue bicycle and a pretty little man

Hey!
Track Name: 1 2 3
Please don't dance with me, I fall in love so easily
You think you're sweet to sweep me off my two left feet

But when you're holding me, you've got your opportunity
You're holding me, you'll find it easy to be
My number 1, 2, 3; easy opportunity
Be my number 1, 2, 3 it's love

So please don't dance with me
I fall in love easy


Don't talk to me, I get a crush so easily
Oh it may seem like just a little thing
But when you look at me, I can't see no apology
You look at me, quick quicker than 1, 2, 3
Brown eyes, sunrise, I could spend eternity
I could spend eternity in love

So please don't dance with me
I fall in love easy


You may think I'm made of stronger stuff
And I am, but a brush of your hand is
Enough to fill my head with
Things that'll make you wanna plead the fifth

You may think I've played this game before
And I have, but I ain't seen plays like yours
Your are offa the cuff,
When I call the shots you call my bluff


So please don't dance with me
I fall in love easy
Track Name: Haberdasher
When I grow up, I'm gonna be the CEO of a haberdashery
And you, my bride, you will be two miles high
I'm gonna ride a stegosaurus to school, she will be so cool
Two ton feet makin' cracks in the pavement
Oh but I don't care

I'm gonna wear a cape made of bubble wrap
And a fifty dollar eighty gallon hat
And if you question me I will erase your memory
My house will have no stairs, just fire poles
And instead of TV sets we'll put on puppet shows

I only keep sailors and gypsies for friends
We are at war with a town of M&Ms
They've got the trumpets and they've got the drums
But we've got whiskey in our water guns


When I grow up I'll build a bridge from me to you
And another one from you to me (so you can always find me)
When I grow up I'll kill the king and outlaw sickness and disease
And plant a rose for every one of his casualties

And you can have your pet ghost if you want it
And I will raise some baby violins
The little bows atop which sit the yellow bonnets
The tiny strings they are like spiderwebs so thin

When I grow up I'm gonna be the driver of the truck that paints the lines on the streets
and I will steer it with my feet
I'll own a treehouse underground
And each and every wonder I have found I'll share with you
(and all of my new jokes too)

I would build you happy feelings
Out of leaves and old shoestrings and rusty memories
Water wings filled with your favorite things


When I grow up I'll build a bridge from me to you
And another one from you to me (so you can always find me)
When I grow up I'll kill the king and outlaw sickness and disease
And plant a rose for every lost memory

And you can have your pet ghost if you want it
And I will raise some baby violins
The little bows atop which sit the yellow bonnets
The tiny strings they are like spiderwebs so thin
Track Name: Honeybees
Well the last of the honeybees
Has packed her bags and taken her leave
For the two left standing tall oak trees
Just-a humming humble solidarity and

All the apples was like basketballs and
All the kids, they had no sense at all
All of our gods were TV stars
Dark-eyed doves smokin' sweet cigars

So you and I drove to the very end of the road
'Til the pavement dropped out to the ocean below
What did we see but a thousand old dreams
Just-a trying to tread water in a cold, empty sea

And so a toast to the tired hands
That saved their breath and set their caps
There goes the ghost of a dead romance
Forever west, there's an endless land


And little Lydia James plays a video game
Where you live and breathe and walk down the street
And the town crier is a thief and a liar
That scares you into dyin' every day you start to feel alive

So you and I drove to the very end of the road
'Til the pavement dropped out to the ocean below
What did we see but a thousand old dreams
Just-a trying to tread water in a cold, empty sea

And so a toast to the tired hands
That saved their breath and set their caps
There goes the ghost of a dead romance
Forever west, there's an endless land

Ooo

And so a toast to the tired hands
That saved their breath and set their caps
There goes the ghost of a dead romance
Forever west, there's an endless land

(All the apples was like basketballs and
All the kids, they had no sense at all)