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What Are You Saving It For?

by The Good

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released June 1, 2000


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The Good Chicago, Illinois

The Good is the creation of singer / songwriters Tony Rogers ( and Devin Arkin (who died from brain cancer in late 2016), joined by John Scholvin (guitar), Dave Rothkopf (bass), and John Goodman (drums). The band began making waves on the Chicago music scene in the early 90's; they've released 4 critically acclaimed full length studio albums, and more. ... more

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Track Name: Who Do You Love?
What would you think if I told you that I tied a yellow ribbon
Before I joined the Hearts Club Band?
That I had Mandy long before
I ever fucked around with Polythene Pam?

They didn't mean a thing to me
I was young and discretion-free
They creep back occasionally
And they always have to ask me

Who do you love?

I wouldn't care if you fingered me smokin' in the boys room
Hanging with the rubberband man
Or doing the ballroom blitz, you know that it's not criminal
To wanna hold more than one hand

You didn't mean a thing to me
I was young and fancy-free
You creep back quite regularly
And you always need to ask me

Who do you love?

Is it really such a mystery?
Who told you love is all you need?
Let me whip my silver hammer out
Let me hit you with my twist and shout

Who do you love?
Track Name: Getaway Car
I would gladly crush the head of the man
Who used a crowbar to pry my car door open
And I would detach his face like I did with my car stereo
Which he went ahead and took anyway

Get away from my car!

I don't indulge myself too much except
When I'm in a record store, it's my addiction
And I don't even care about the dents in my exterior
But why'd he have to pinch my gabba gabba hey?

Get away from my car!

He took my Foo Fighters ... I can live with that
He took my Radiohead ... I can live with that
He took my Sublime ... that was Devin's, so he can live with that
But he... he took my Budokahn ... I cannot ... not live without that!

He took my Tommy can you hear me
Now he's gonna, gonna learn to fear me
He took my Ben Folds Five
If I had seen it, he wouldn't be alive
He took my Weezer Pinkerton
Of all the new stuff, that was my favorite one
He took my Village Green....

But what he'll get is vengeance like he has never dreamed
I will dust for pawprints, reconstruct the crime of the scene
And if he doesn't turn up, I'll teach myself Einstein
But I will do him one better ... I will build a time machine
And travel back with a sickle to wipe his grimace clean
And I will use his innards to spell out something obscene
But if I don't have the guts, at the very least I'll scream

Get away from my car!
Track Name: Peach Tuxedo
Make me your date for the prom
And then let's skip the prom
And head straight for the back roads
Let me dispense with the charm
We'll go right to that farm
And we'll show it abandonment

Cause I don't wanna face my friends in a peach tuxedo, oh no...
I don't even think I can dance, but I can do the lambido, oh yeah...

Show me your mom's kitchenette
But then please don't forget
To put that dog in the basement
Let's lock your sister outside
Then pretend that we died
And that your bedroom is heaven

I think I could be your family under these conditions, oh yeah...
Let me see if I can arouse, and not your dad's suspicions, oh no...
Oh yeah!

Won't we grow up soon enough?
We won't need all this stuff
When we're as old as my parents
What are you saving it for?
What if there's a world war
And I don't see any action?

Please don't make me die the last virgin, my bullets for freedom, oh no...
You want me to, I'll crawl in the dirt, I'll even wear that tuxedo, oh yeah...
Oh yeah!
Track Name: I Love Hating
Breakfast at Tiffany's makes women weak at knees
I don't get it
Chopsticks at Japanese and Chinese restaurants
I can't get it
Catchy songs about peace and love
Words that string together, mean whatever
Think they're clever but they don't make sense
And you still think they're profound;
It's so damn loud, how do you even listen?

I love hating everything you love
Loving everything I hate

Giving gifts to a Valentine -- good way to make you mine
So you tell me
Telling friends I'm so sweet one day in 52 weeks
So you sell me
Maybe I should compromise, 'cause I look in your eyes
And I see what you see
But I still wonder which you'd prefer:
A knight almost every day or for sure when you say, but only occasional...

I love hating everything you love
Loving everything you hate

Maybe I'm just jealous, a bit over-zealous
So don't tell us how much you love them
'Cause it's my contention that love is finite
And I might make a scene

I love hating everything you love
Loving everything you hate
Track Name: Put Him Under
Chillin' in a glastnost glass house, Lenny, and your lease is running out
Irena's not square but she sees the place sunnier without you lying about

Aren't you tired, aren't you cold?
Don't you know you're getting old?
Are they still afraid of you?
Do they dream of what you'll do?
Now you're chalky and you're white
And your not a happy sight to see...

Put him under, dig him up
Tie him to a Jimmy truck
What a drag it'd be to keep him around

Rob and plunder, do your worst
Don't waste your rubles on a hearse
Anything less and it might not keep him down

Easy to remember, tricky to forget about the party where you killed the buzz
Irena gets red when she hears those people turn their backs on the facts because

They're so tired, they're so cold
Don't they know they're getting old?
Are they still afraid of you?
Do they dream of what you'll do?
You've been worshipped long enough
The decision isn't tough for me...

Put him under, dig him up
Tie him to a Jimmy truck
What a drag it'd be to keep him around

Rob and plunder, do your worst
Don't waste your Stoli on a hearse
Anything less and it might not keep him down

Why do you keep asking for it?
Do you need a god so bad that you would let him pound you for it?
Why won't you ditch the old hat?

Are you tired, are you old?
Do you know you're getting cold?
Are you still afraid of you?
Do you dream of what you'll do?
You can suffer, you can give
But the only way to live is free
Track Name: God Couldn't Save The Princess
I won't go in detail
Of Diana's fairytale
'Cause I know you've heard it all before
Let's just say she won the crown
Couldn't keep dinner down
Said the Prince was just a clown
And now she's six feet under...

God couldn't save the Princess
I can't save a dime
In the name of God, country, and progress
Stop wasting my time

Am I small? Am I mean?
Am I somewhere inbetween a rock star and a heart ache
Why am I not so angry at the Paparazzo
Who snapped off the final picture --
So contrary to the Scripture?
If the cameras weren't on her
Would she still be your honor?
No doubt, she was a cutey;
She died in the line of duty.

God couldn't save the Princess
I'll save my tears for a girl I knew
A twisted British model of success
What did she really do for you?

Why do you feel worse for her sons
Than you do for motherless ones
Who won't grow up to be the king?
Why do I take such pleasure
In the end of lives of leisure?
How can your admiration withstand the saturation?
Do your tears make you happy
'Cause they prove that you feel crappy?
Maybe I don't care but you just want to say you were there.

God couldn't save the Princess
I thought God saved the best for last?
In a world that judges asses and assets
Sometimes even God takes a pass.

Maybe I just like to rip her
'Cause I know that her glass slipper
Would shatter on my foot and cut me down
Just because she was a royal
Must I drag her name through soil?
I can't be a subject loyal and of conversation

God couldn't save the Princess
Should He save the Queen?
I don't give a damn about their Highness
Well I don't give a damn about anyone but me -- please, God, save me.

Die Diana, Die Diana, Die Diana, Diana we love you.
Track Name: Pee Wee Baseball Kiss
Right here, I stood right here
But most of the time, I sat right there
If we were ahead by 50 sometimes the coach would remember to empty the bench

You had to keep a lookout for splinters
It wasn't easy to play the postion I played
And I made up my mind that somehow some day I would be able to make my dad proud

Hey batter batter, is something the matter, huh?
Pee Wee Baseball kiss
Hey batter batter, is something the matter, huh?
Pee Wee Baseball, kiss my asterisk at the bottom of the song...

Even if I stood on tiptoes
I couldn't see the lineup chart
The coach always held it just high enough that my heart would start racing to wait and find out

If today was the day he'd decided
To trot out his big secret weapon
But I ended up off the page and still dreaming of using my own secret weapon...


Dairy Queen at the end of the game
Was something I did quite well
But no strawberries to show all the girls and my cleats had no dirt at all

At night I hung out in my bedroom
Listening to Cheap Trick
And I spun and I spun and I spun and I spun... and thought about getting a hit


Hey batter batter...
Hey batter batter it won't be long before the asterisk at the bottom of the song
Here comes the windup...and here comes the pitch
Don't take your eye off... here's the asterisk:

* Lily-white butt, pink backside, right down where the sun don't shine.
Track Name: Ordinary
Wake up, twist the dial
Company for a while
Need more sleep before I walk my miles
What do I do?
Rhetorical question
Treading this life of circumnavigation
Oh, Lord, help me bear this hibernation
If something doesn't happen soon

I may just be ordinary
Just like me
Just like you
Just like me
Just like everybody

Talk to me -- see me shine
Love me -- I don't mind
Can't you see my future
And how far I'm behind?
Look in this crystal song and see

If I will be ordinary
Just like me
Just like you
Just like me
Just like everybody

Walk with me among the yellow trees
Hold me, I'll shield you from the cold November breeze
Promise me you won't leave
Trade my future fortune for you and me
Oh, girl, let me hold your horses

We will be ordinary
We will be --
You and me -- ordinary
Track Name: My Name
Running wild on Silver Spring in summer.
The fireflies lighting up my jar.
Pretending not to hear my mother
Calling to the sky for his star

Night after day, I played Mother May
I took 10,000 giant steps alone.

Dragging from a bumper in December.
Tumblin' through the snow when I couldn't hang on.
My mother crying to remember.
I didn't even know he'd gone.

My first suit coat.
A noose for my throat.
I taught myself to tie one on.

He never gave me money. He never gave me a game.
He gave my mom a sonny -- and with me a lifetime of pain.
But the only thing he gave me was my name.

Heading for a fall in late October.
My head in a fog, my feet off the ground.
Someone kicked the water tower over.
I looked, but no one was around.

I broke for the spring.
Went looking for something
Or someone to show me the way.

He never gave me money. Don't know if our eyes are the same.
He took my family from me. But he left me someone to blame.
And someone to find and find me with my name.

The seasons of my life turn and twist me
The more I live the less I yearn.
The reason my wife and kid resist me
The less I give, the more I burn.

He never gave me money. I guess he gave us away.
Left us with noses runny. Left and ran 'til he died today.
On the stone in the ground above where he'll lay -- my name.