Where There's a Willard

by The Weeping Willards

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We have decided to release our debut EP, Where There's a Willard, exclusively on the internet. You will be able download it from our page here at Bandcamp and pay us any amount you want, including nothing. However if you like our music we ask that you do two things for us. Become our fan on Facebook and Flickr so you hear about shows and new music. And tell your friends about us because new fans is how we will grow.

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The Weeping Willards

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released 17 June 2010
The Weeping Willards are Danny Abowd, Jesse Gottlieb, Mike LoPinto and Isaac Schwartz

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Will Russell at Wilburland Studios
Cover design by Rose Gottlieb
Additional artwork by Mike LoPinto

Copyright 2010 The Weeping Willards and Whomping Records

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The Weeping Willards package catchy melodies, vintage tones and funky grooves with skillful songwriting. They love variety; ... more imagine Duke Ellington crossing Abbey Road eating CAKE. In 2010 they released their first full-length album, “Timothy Toker and Other Short Stories” - now featured on Pandora. less

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Track Name: Babe
Babe (Schwartz)

When I wake up I hear those freeway sounds.
I drive to work on the asphalt and turnaround.
I buy my lunch from a man I don’t know,
And when I get home I just watch my television.

Sometimes I try to list the things I know.
I start with plants, the C’s, and people on the radio.
I don’t get far, and I don’t try for long,
Because when I get home I just Google that bitch.

And I don’t know, Babe.
So you better fucking hurry up and sue me
Before I get a lawyer to prove you wrong.
And in its place, Babe,
You can get a big old dump
McDonald’s will always come along.

Strangers on the street I see that I could help.
I try my second best and leave like I would sell.
Some things go wrong and others go right,
But I don’t really care because that’s not my fight
Track Name: Motives of a Man
Once there was this king who ruled a whole kingdom,
It was a whole lot of people and he had a whole system.
So he made a bunch of laws and he set executions,
But they didn’t really give a damn and they weren’t really with him.

He kept on going just the way that he planned,
He figured that some day they would understand.
He tried and he tried but he was so misunderstood,
That there were times he pushed on when he didn’t think he should.

He tried for so damn long, but he couldn’t get away.
He cried for so damn long, but they couldn’t understand the motives of a man.

All through their ways the people were so set,
They didn’t have to change because they hadn’t yet.
They didn’t think to look and they didn’t look to think,
For all that they knew is, “wasn’t they on that brink?”

A long time later, the king was looking back,
He laughed at himself but he couldn’t change all that.
He thought himself foolish, he thought himself dumb.
But then he realized that they were those ones.
Track Name: Mother
(Smooch)

Mother
I've always lived so closely to you
And I should let you know
Whatever I may say, I still love you
Oh Mother

Mother
With peanut butter jelly so fine
Bad back, half-glass of wine
So thankful now I am to have known you
Oh Mother

Mother
Chicago Princess takes to the Frog
Blue hair so neatly combed
From room and hallway blessed, yes I love you
Oh Mother

Mother
Whose words have often fell on deaf ears
Cruelty and stubbornness
Were only ever felt, never given
By Mother

Mother
I've always lived so closely to you
And I should let you know
How sorry that I am now to leave you
Oh Mother

I love you