volume 1
"Volume 1" is the first release in a planned series of self-produced and recorded EPs by The Telephones. Recorded at the Kill Room, New York. Edited by Anton Kreisl. Mixed by Ian Love. All music by The Telephones, except "Life Is Great" by The Telephones with Jonathan Adler. Lyrics by Jesse Adelman. Art by Sebastian Wahl. Produced by Anton Kreisl and Jesse Adelman.
libertine
come on kitty throw me a bone don't be alone
don't look back walk out the door that's what it's there for
if you're tired of making love on your own, pick up the phone
don't make a big mess of my jones don't be alone
i was a libertine and you remind me
it wasn't make-believe was it not discreet
well you love me at two, three, four - what is it good for?
when your underwear is still on the floor with your makeup and cigarettes
from the jump you were ready to go and follow me home
don't make a big mess of my jones don't be alone
life is great
everyone’s tired of waiting
everyone lies and I don’t care
when I get caught masturbating
I got it all and I won’t share
I always take direction
there’s nothing that I won’t wear
I’m practicing speech inflections
and baby I don’t care
what’s underneath the sidewalk
treasures below the asphalt
life is great when you don’t talk – wasting my time
and I was fuel injected
waiting in line
they said it was so affected
I didn’t mind
you came to my arraignment
but what did you say
it was all for my entertainment
I like it okay
just the cure
when we’re old, will you come back for me?
after the cold, we’ll plant our family tree
tell them all we’ll be just how we’ll be
have a ball until we all get cold feet
you turned cold; we’d all freeze
when we’re sold we’d all need
one thing more if you come home please tell me
was i nothing more than just a cure for your disease?
when the dog dies will you come sniffing round?
as the crow flies and the mercury’s dripping down
let her cry the leaves are thin and brown
ask her why she's got a name in every town
and it seems like there’s nothing to do
we can’t swallow the things that we chew
so tell me what’s better for you
we’ll make it through; i’ll eat it too
sitcom writer
most of the time he just sits right down and writes
he's making a rhyme until he makes things right
up on a climb and he likes getting high
he's doing a crime doing everything but fight
every song is a comeback every episode is a crackerjack
laugh right along with the laughtrack until he buys it
he's a sitcom writer
most of the time you're not hungry for a bite
things will be fine when you keep it high and tight
covered in grime always writing your first lie
stuck in your prime when there's nothing left to buy
you get born go to school learn the rules you're a sitcom writer
have a drink watch the kids keep a lid on sitcom writer
up late with a tv show nobody knows the sitcom writer
tell a dirty story of a dirty man sitcom writer
take the rights pass a sleepless night sitcom writer
the script is on your lips sitcom writer
