If you see that boy of mine say I’ve gone to the movies
I’ll be sitting in a dark back row staring up at the screen
Maybe I’ll share some popcorn with a stranger next to me
And we’ll sip from the bottle that I snuck in under my sleeve
If you see that boy tonight
Yeah, if you see my baby tonight
Tell him I’m alright
I’ve only gone to the movies
If you see my boy tonight say I’ve gone to the movies
I’ll be watching Charlie Heston play a Mexican for Orson Welles
And even though I’ve memorized it all by heart, I talk to Dietrich in my favorite parts
Tell those Grandview boys to sit back down
Well if you see that boy tonight
Yeah, if you see my baby tonight
Tell him I’m alright
I’ve only gone to the movies
If you see that boy of mine say I’ve gone to the movies
One last night of some good old Hollywood
I’m gonna swallow me some pills and shut my eyes when I get my fill
And when the credits are done and the light are on I’ll be gone
But if you see that boy tonight
Yeah, if you see my baby tonight
Tell him I’m alright
I’ve only gone to the movies
I’ve only gone to the movies
Written by Patrick Storedahl
(c) 2017 Lyrics printed by permission of Porksword Publishing
You’re ice cream suicide; you’re adrenaline pumping through my inside
I must confide I can’t erase you from my mind
You’re a double scoop of fresh fruit and ice cream suicide
You’re a sugar coated heart attack; an aphrodisiac, a kamikaze Pontiac
Crashing through this ransacked heart of mine
You’re a loopty-loop, a twirly-hoop, a rollercoaster funhouse ride…ride
And I know; I must seem juvenile to you, but all these feelings won’t subside
Yes, I know; you just don’t feel about me like I feel about you inside
You’re a chin-dripping, double-dipping ice cream suicide
You’re a big bang new birth; a planet killing comet crashing into my earth
It’s catastrophic how I feel when you approach
It’s a histrionic, pheromonic overdose I can’t let go…go
And I know; I must seem juvenile to you, but all these feelings won’t subside
Yes, I know; you just don’t feel about me like I feel about you inside
You’re a chin-dripping, double-dipping ice cream suicide
You’re a rocky roady, a la modey, chocolate covered root beer floaty
Ice cream suicide
You’re a funny situation, infatuation, is the word of conversation
My friends are fascinated I’m not in a loony bin
It’s a straitjacket, loser bracket; living in a tailspin…spin
And I know; I must seem juvenile to you, but all these feelings won’t subside
Yes, I know; you just don’t feel about me like I feel about you inside
You’re a chin-dripping, double-dipping ice cream suicide
Ice cream suicide
Ice cream suicide
Ice cream suicide
Written by Patrick Storedahl
(c) 2023 Lyrics printed by permission of Porksword Publishing
I’m tired of people pointing fingers
Their wagging tongues just bring me down
I wish they’d all just play with kittens
‘Cause their dogma’s like a merry-go-round
Maybe you can save our souls
Make our lives so much better
Another squeaky wheel needs your grease
Feel…whatever you think you need to feel
Think…whatcha feel you need to think
Feel…whatever you think you need to feel
Think…think on your own…just leave me alone
I see the rants on the internet
Makes me want to run and hide
The left and right are all hypocrites
The love they give is so cock-eyed
Dirty hands roll up your sleeves
Anonymously stitch your weaves
It all sounds like bitching to me
Feel…whatever you think you need to feel
Think…whatcha feel you need to think
Feel…whatever you think you need to feel
Think…think on your own…just leave me alone
I’m not trying to burst your bubble
Cause you any trouble
Here’s a mirror to see all the blemishes
I’m tired of my television
Choosing sides is just long division
Everyone’s got their solutions
It’s all agendas and noise pollution
Do me a favor and leave me alone
Feel…whatever you think you need to feel
Think…whatcha feel you need to think
Feel…whatever you think you need to feel
Think…think on your own…just leave me alone
Feel…whatever you think you need to feel
Think…whatcha feel you need to think
Feel…whatever you think you need to feel
Think…think on your own…just leave me alone
Written by Patrick Storedahl
(c) 2023 Lyrics printed by permission of Porksword Publishing
Has anyone here seen Polly McDonald?
We’ve search high and low, near and far
Has anyone here seen Polly McDonald?
‘Cause her husband just sits at the bar
We all sit around missing Polly McDonald
And toasting the old, weird America
Seven months pregnant when Polly went missing
Last Tuesday at sunset or so it’s been told
Has anyone here seen Polly McDonald?
We’ve search high and low, near and far
Has anyone here seen Polly McDonald?
‘Cause her husband just sits at the bar
After three years of marriage her husband went sailing
For a year he was gone out to sea
His ship finally sailed into port Sunday morning
So Polly packed her belly up and went down to see
Chorus
Polly, my Polly won’t you come out and see
I’ve something I must show you dear
So gingerly Polly followed her husband
As they walked from their house to the woods that were near
There were tears in her eyes when they finally stopped walking
And she knew that her fate was at hand
She tried to explain all that had happened
But she knew as she spoke that he’d never understand
Has anyone here seen Polly McDonald?
We’ve search high and low, near and far
Has anyone here seen Polly McDonald?
‘Cause her husband just sits at the bar
Polly, my Polly you’ve broken my heart
I’ve dug up my pain in this earth
So Polly crawled down in a hole he had dug her
As he covered her face and her belly with dirt
Has anyone here seen Polly McDonald?
We’ve search high and low, near and far
Has anyone here seen Polly McDonald?
‘Cause her husband just sits at the bar
We all sit around missing Polly McDonald
And toasting the old, weird America
Written by Patrick Storedahl
(c) 2023 Lyrics printed by permission of Porksword Publishing
Happiness is a pretty dress we wore when we were young
We’d take it out and slip it on and dance around the lawn
Dance around
You once sang me love songs in the morning to start the day
Don’t tell me you are leaving now to find your way
Don’t tell me now, don’t tell me now, don’t tell me now
When did it get so hard and become a chore
Tell me would it kill you to try a little more…Try a little more
You wrap yourself in a night sheet and bury your thoughts inside a hole
How ‘bout you speak your honesty and run it up the pole
Honestly, honestly, honestly
There’s a canyon between us though we’re face to face
Stretching out wider every day
Swollen up and painful as a tooth ache
We’re gonna let it all go, let it fade away
Happiness is a pretty dress we wore when we were young
Leave it all to you and me to blow the whole thing up
Blow the whole thing up, blow the whole thing up, blow the whole thing up
When did it get so hard and become a chore
Tell me would it kill you to try a little more
Written by Patrick Storedahl
(c) 2023 Lyrics printed by permission of Porksword Publishing
The yellows and purples and pink
Just disguise all the thoughts that you think
In a room full of family and friends you’re alone
With a secret in your pocket digging into your bones
May your heart have the strength to get by…
From a window above you look down
Year after year coming ‘round
And you wonder if the faces that are laughing below
Even realize you’ve already gone from there
May your heart have the strength to get by…
May your heart have the strength to get by…
From the windows above you look down
After years of just running around
And you wonder if those secrets and faces that were there
Are still hanging around like they’re ghosts in the air
May your heart have the strength to get by…
May your heart have the strength to get by…
Written by Patrick Storedahl
(c) 2023 Lyrics printed by permission of Porksword Publishing
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Eclectic EP by the Washington band Alex Blum & the Roadside Quartet. It contains 6 songs...Country, rockabilly, R&B, folk, Rock, and a ballad.
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New EP: Alex Blum and the Roadside Quartet || Last Night at the Movies
By Dennis / November 15, 2023 / Country & Folk
Early this year, Western Washington-based alt-country band Alex Blum & the Roadside Quartet released their debut full-length album If You’re Even Listening, one that I missed at the time but turns out to be very enjoyable in the second chance. Alex Blum (vocals), songwriter Patrick Storedahl (guitar, keys, backing vocals, percussion), Peter Jansen (guitar), Douglas Blum (bass, backing vocals, percussion) and Ted Clark (drums, percussion, backing vocals) are already back with six new songs that are just as attractive. Each track from the Last Night at the Movies EP is appropriately accompanied by a video with atmospheric film footage. More importantly, each track is equally vibrant and warm, with an uplifting rhythm section, wonderful magnetic vocals and imaginative lyrics. Nostalgic and sympathetic, but above all a genuinely extraordinary soundtrack.
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released November 10, 2023
Alex Blum – Vocals
Peter Jansen – Guitar and mixing
Ted Clark – Drums, percussion, and backing vocal
Douglas Blum – Bass, backing vocals, and percussion
Patrick Storedahl – Guitar, keys, backing vocals, and percussion
Guests
Ed Brooks - Pedal steel on Last Night at the Movies
Angie Boyer-Blum - Handclaps on Ice Cream
Grace Blum-Clark - Backing vocals on Ice Cream
Alex Blum and the Roadside QuartetKelso, Washington
Alex Blum and the Roadside Quartet is a hybrid band from western part of Washington State in the USA. With a broad palette
and hints of a retro sound, they utilize elements of rock, country, blues, rockabilly, folk, R&B, and pop.
•Alex Blum – Vocals
•Ted Clark – Drums and backing vocals
•Peter Jansen – Guitars
•Douglas Blum – Bass and backing vocals
•Patrick Storedahl – Guitars and backing vocals...more
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