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Thank Me When You're Grateful

by Allan Hough

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Jason Renslow This is possibly the best album I've heard in 2015. It's poetic and punk and electronic and wild. It's untamed. It's fresh. And, it also speaks to the heart. Thank Me When You're Grateful is an album for the ages. Favorite track: You're A California Girl, Gurl.
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1.
There's a problem All around the world Disaster and war and killing and famine People are dying and corporations are scammin' What is the answer? There's a problem In our nation's capital The guy in charge is trying his best But the opposition is out for blood and they're not gonna rest What is the answer? There's a problem Here in the community Demographics are changing and things won't be the same Some get evicted, some eat sixteen dollar sandwiches without an ounce of shame What is the answer? There's a problem In my house The carpet is moldy and I think it's giving me cancer I should deal with it but instead I go to karaoke and sing are I human or are I dancer What is the answer? There's a problem Inside my brain I wanna have fun but fun always ends in pain I wanna be content but I can't seem to get off this train What is the answer?
2.
We used to hop fences We used to hop fences On the way to school During recess On our lunch hour We’d hop fences To get some place To prove something And we'd hop fences On the way back home again Short cuts Scenic routes In the evening And on the weekend We used to hop fences We used to hop fences To get to soccer Or McDonald’s For expedience or fun To prove it could be done Clean fences Dirty fences High fences Low fences We faced bramble We faced barbs We faced ivy And angry pets We used to hop fences We used to hop fences Some fences were chain link Some were wood panel Some fences were post and rail Sometimes we hopped hedges too We went from yard to yard To fetch balls or discs Or somebody's Foxtail We’d hop fences To find friends Evade foes Or pretend foes We’d hop fences We hopped broken fences We hopped mended fences We hopped rusty fences We hopped moldy fences We got scrapes and burns And splinters and cuts We got stains and rips And bruises and bumps We used to hop fences We used to hop fences Most of the time We got away clean Not bruised nor bumped Or anything But sometimes we bled And sometimes we cried We saw things we shouldn'ta And we arrived in record time We used to hop fences We used to hop fences
3.
I’m like “c’mon” She’s all “ehhhhh” I’m like “gurrrrrrl” She’s all “ughhhhh” It happens almost every day Something great is on the table But she don’t wanna See the problem is She won’t get down with the good stuff She won’t get down with the good stuff She won’t get down with the good stuff She won’t get down with the good stuff Everybody’s all “daaaaaamn” She’s like “huhhh?” Everybody’s all “gurrrrrrl” She’s like “what” It happens almost every day All of us are into it But she just... ain’t It’s such a drag that She won’t get down with the good stuff She won’t get down with the good stuff She won’t get down with the good stuff She won’t get down with the good stuff
4.
I’m a mixologist Gonna make you a libation Gonna blow your mind It’s better than fornication It’s called chartreuse And coconut juice A lil chartreuse And a, a lil coconut juice I’m a dermatologist Wanna prescribe you a facial Fix you right up And you can thank me when you're grateful It’s part chartreuse And part coconut juice Just some chartreuse And a, some coconut juice I’m a meteorologist I’m predicting a perfect storm It’s gonna be wiiiiiiild So try to maintain a little decorum Gonna rain chartreuse And pour coconut juice Showers of chartreuse And, man, buckets of coconut juice
5.
I'm reading a book on a beach I'm feeding a pig in a park I'm wishing I could just live my life And not be afraid of the dark I'm every person on Earth I'm every person on Earth From Patterson to Panang to Perth I'm every person on earth I'm watching a movie in a bar I'm kissing a girl on a first date I'm wishing I could just do what I feel And not be resigned to my fate I'm every person on this planet I'm every person on this planet I'm Michael, I’m Tito, I'm Jermaine, I'm Janet I'm every person on this planet I'm typing a poem on my phone I'm pinning a ribbon on a champion horse I'm wishing I could just carry on And not be consumed with remorse I’m every person on the globe I’m every person on the globe I’m a plebe in rags and a king in a robe I’m every person on the globe I'm catching a train to the suburbs I'm fighting a gambler who cheated I'm wishing I could just make this mistake And not be condemned to repeat it I'm every person in the world I'm every person in the world I told you all this at your house last night And you pulled a face and you hurled
6.
Waves In the moonlight The way they look They seem just a bit unreal The dark Of the ocean Plus the dulled bright shine Of the moon and stars They meet in the surf In the evening You walk past, you glance You take it all in and you gulp (Gulp) Waves In the moonlight Like a coal black lava flow Churning all night on the beach Or the mouth Of a wormhole Gobbling matter and time Through the dark of the night Waves break On the shoreline Like a big black tide of Giant tumblin’ dice Determining our fate It’s enough In the moonlight To make you feel The weight of eternity Nothing around But you And the ocean And all of its infinitude You’re like Gumby Bearing witness To this clay­animated Molten ob­sidian sea And the enormity of life Waves In the moonlight The way they look You feel just 1 years old You’re a babe In your mum’s arms The world’s all around But it’s too vast, to grasp You look about Wide eyed, the wind in your hair You sense mainly that there’s A whole lot more than you see So much more Waves In the moonlight The way they look They seem just a bit unreal Control is An illusion We're at the mercy o' this sea of Totally unfathomable murk Standing On a dune at night And you know­ow­ow You just know Oh waves
7.
NYC is a fab place to be You got Prospect Park And Ludlow Street Jamaica Bay And Rockaway Beach Ridgewood, Queens Arepas at Caracas Brownsville and Greenpoint Borscht at Veselka’s Citibike bike ride In the rain Concert at Cake Shop Feelin no pain To-­go margaritas In the summertime Sandwich from bodega In the middle of the night Williamsburg bridge Fun to traverse Prison Ship Martyrs’ Monument Fun to sit under and ponder the universe  NYC is a great place For suuure But you’re a California girl Gurrrrrrrrl Don’t deny it You’re a California girl, gurl You can’t hide it You’re a California girl, gurl Our nation’s capital Is a hell of a town The Ethiopian food The grandeur of the mall The jukebox at Showtime Better than them all Capital Bikeshare ride In the snow And then a bag of Utz And a Natty Boh' Malcolm X Park Marx Cafe Comet Ping Pong Motorcades The National Zoo And the Hirshhorn are awesome So are fall colors And cherry blossoms Baltimore Adams ­Morgan Bloomingdale And Madame’s Organ Our nation’s capital Is super, for sure But you’re a California girl Gurrrrrrrrl Come back soon You’re a California girl, gurl Maybe May or June You’re a California girl, gurl Austin Texas Is a kickass city Eastside Drive-­in Skeeball at the Scoot The trees, the Pearls, And the Allen's Boots Go to Karaoke Underground Sing Cock Sparrer and Jay Reatard Then throw rocks at trains Down by S. Lamar Blvd The barbecue The Detroit­style pizza The queso The avocado margaritas Beerland (x4) Austin Texas Is rad, rad for sure But you’re a California girl Gurrrrrrrrl Get on the bus U R a California girl, gurl Don’t raise a fuss U R a California girl, gurl Portland Is definitely a place It exists on a map People live there Beer in movie theaters Friendly bus drivers The Mean Jeans The Tumblr girls Pickathon Old riot grrls The Gorge The Swifts A pizza named after A song by the Spits First Club 21 Then Red Flag Potato Champ Radio Cab Walk around the Northeast Walk around the Southeast Walk ‘cross the Bridge of the Gods Maybe find inner peace Portland Is, a place, for sure But you’re a California girl Gurrrrrrrrl Don’t hate U R a California girl, gurl Embrace your fate U R a California girl, gurl
8.
Protest Song 02:35
What do I want? (I don’t know) When do I want it? (I don’t know)
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10.
Sadbones 03:40
I go to happy hour And my happy place I got happy feet I got a happy face But I got sad bones Sad bones I got no home And I got sad bones I got happy flowers In a happy vase I got happy beats I got happy bass  But I got sad bones Sad bones I got no home And I got sad bones You tried to stop it From the very start But I got a bruised ego I got a broken heart And I got sad bones Sad bones I got no home And I got sad bones I ain’t mad about it I ain’t going crazy Don’t call me angry Don’t call me lazy Just call me Sadbones Sadbones I’m all alone Yeah you can call me Sadbones
11.
Durnk 04:52
I’m drunk I wanna get drunk We’re drunk So happy and drunk Gotta be drunk Wanna be drunk So good to be drunk Nothing like drunk Let’s get drunk babe Let’s get drunk I love my life As long as I’m drunk Nothin to it We should get drunk No more problems Only drunk I can explain Dru­u­unk No need to worry We’re just drunk You and me drunk It’s the best, drunk All the best things happen Thanks to drunk Let’s get drunk Let’s be drunk Together, drunk Us, drunk I love you baby When we’re drunk I love you when we’re sober too But let’s get drunk Let’s do it Let’s get drunk It’s my life I wanna be drunk Drunk drunk drunk drunk Drunk drunk drunk Life is short Let’s get drunk Bottle of wine Gets me drunk I sure hate gin But it gets me drunk Carton of beer Gets me drunk Flask of whiskey Gets me drunk Your hips on the dancefloor Gets me drunk Your lips on my my lips Gets me drunk Decisions don’t matter When we’re drunk I’m all about drunk Why can’t we get drunk Good things happen When we’re drunk Life’s so easy When we’re drunk Wine goes good with pizza Plus you get drunk You’re all that I need When I’m drunk You make me happy As long as we’re drunk What is the answer? The answer is drunk Life is a bummer Let’s get drunk Life is awesome Let’s get drunk
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You and me on the town Having a ball Tonight is pretty sweet But then you’re all What comes next What do we do I have other needs and I hope you do too Maybe we should walk Maybe we should run Maybe we should Talk it over again Maybe we should stop Maybe we should cave Maybe we should try a Little harder you said (I say) Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow  I’m totally having The time of my life Everything is chill And then you’re like What do I do What happens next I need peace of mind And balances and checks What if there's a drought What if there's a flood What if this whole thing Turns out to be a dud Maybe we should plan Maybe we should save Maybe we should work Together you said (I say) Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow Everything seems to be Going my way Life is pretty good And then you say What happens now Where are we at Gotta eat better Or we’re gonna get fat Why can't we be nice Why can't we be friends Maybe we should Start all over again Maybe I should go Maybe I should stay Maybe I can stick it Out longer you said (I say) Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow Stop thinkin’ about tomorrow

credits

released April 21, 2015

All songs written and performed by Allan Hough except "Motherless Children" written by Blind Willie Johnson and arranged and performed by Allan Hough

Written mostly at Showtime Bar, Washington, DC
Recorded mostly at Tugun Beach, Gold Coast, QLD

"Sadbones" contains portions of "Deep Shadows" by Little Ann

Cover photography by Mai Le and NASA
Back photography by Allan

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