lyrics
Mother just used to sigh and pine away
And long for days when girls wore gowns and boys wore trousers
Sepia themes that slowly turned to gray
Mundane parades of memories that like wilted flowers fade
Now everywhere she goes, she’s walking in circles,
speaking in riddles, but I think she feels better.
And even though there’s holes in her clothes,
all the world's her oyster and she owes it all to Lydia Pinkham
The miracle mile was her bright Broadway,
her Champs-Élysées of rushing cars, Quixotic towers.
Now once in a while she sips her holiday,
These scenes replay, the hours pass, she's checking out today
Now everywhere she goes, she’s walking in circles,
speaking in riddles, but I think she feels better.
And even though nobody else knows,
all the world's her oyster and she owes it all to Lydia Pinkham
Ahh ahh.. La la la Lydia Pinkham
Ahh ahh.. La la la Lydia Pinkham
Now everywhere she goes, she’s walking in circles,
speaking in riddles, but I think she feels better
And buffaloes and crows kiss her toes,
All the world's her oyster and she owes it all to Lydia Pinkham
Ahh ahh.. La la la Lydia Pinkham
Ahh ahh.. La la la Lydia Pinkham
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from
THANK YOU!,
released January 19, 2024
THE REAL NUMBERS:
Lawrence Grodeska - lead vocals
Dave Ambrose - guitars, b. vocals, arrangement
Chuck Lindo - bass, b. vocals
Robert Tucker - drums
WITH SPECIAL GUEST: Roger Joseph Manning Jr. (Jellyfish, Beck, The Moog Cookbook, Lickerish Quartet) - keys
Produced by Dave Ambrose and the Real Numbers
Mixed by Andy Freeman at Studio Punch-Up!
Mastered by Alex Lowe at Red Tuxedo Mastering
Recorded at Studio Punch-Up! (Nashville) / Don't Go Behind the Furnace Studios (Denver)
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