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Something More Sinister

by Red Hook Ramblers

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released February 19, 2011

Jason Benjamin: Trumpet, Cornet, Vocals
Chris Cortier: Trombone, Synthesizer, Vocals
Janelle Reichman: Clarinet, Vocals
Chris Johnson: Piano, Banjo, Baritone Ukulele, Stylophone, Vocals
Joe Exley: Tuba
Curt Garey: Drums, Percussion
Engineered by Craig Dreyer at Mighty Toad Recording Studio
Mixing, Editing, and Additional Engineering by Chris Cortier
Graphic Design by Sia / sunnypixel.com

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Track Name: On The Lam
I'm on the lam, my only plan is to get away.
I swam and hopped a freight and stole a Chevrolet.
There ain't no way in hell they'll ever get me in that cell again.
I picked a lock and kicked a guard and jumped a fence.
I've been runnin' night and day ever since.
I hope I didn't leave any fingerprints in all the places I've been.
You know the FBI is right behind, it's probably in the news.
I bet my mugshot's underneath headlines that scream "Villain On The Loose!"
The sheriff should be fine I'm sure it's just a bruise.
I think I lost the bloodhounds back in Baton Rouge.
Excuse me ma'am I'm on the lam I ain't got time to lose.

These bloodshot eyes are nearly blind, I just need a little snooze.
Was that a gunshot? It sounded like a .45! I gotta get up and vamoose.
I think if I can get across Rio Grande, I'll run at least until I get to Suriname.
Those cops'll never stop that why I'm on the lam.

Written by Chris Cortier Copyright 2010
Track Name: Apple Pie
Feelin' hungry like I could die.
Saw a bakery and passed it by.
Why would I do that? I'll tell you why.
There just ain't nothin' better than your apple pie

Don't want your brownies- they're much too sweet,
And your cheesecake's like stinky feet,
But you do one thing, I cannot lie.
You bake the very very sweetest apple pie.

Now when I'm craving something sweet,
Your apple pie no one can beat.
Other boys bring me cherry tart,
But you baked your way into my heart.

Red Delicious, and if you please,
Granny Smith makes me feel at ease.
I'm stickin' with you as the years go by,
As long as you keep bakin' me that apple pie.

Written by Janelle Reichman Copyright 2010
Track Name: G Train Blues
G train blues, G train blues.
I've been waiting so long,
And I got no time to lose.
I've got the G train blues.

Well, I've been waiting for an hour here,
(Waiting for an hour here)
And my feet are getting really sore.
(Feet are getting really sore)
I've been waiting for two hours here,
(Waiting for two hours here)
And I can't take it anymore.
(I can't take it anymore)
If that train don't come, I'm gonna lose my mind.
I'll never give the MTA another dime.

Written by Jason Benjamin Copyright 2010
Track Name: That Extreme
We used to fight until dawn.
You once set fire to the lawn.
Sweet memories for you and me.

I gambled our vacation away.
So you drove my car in the bay.
I love the way we used to be.

(Chorus)
Now maybe I'm wrong but where's your love gone.
Don't leave me alone hurt to the bone.
Is it as bad now as it seems?
Tell me a lie but never goodbye, baby.
Give a sign everything's fine maybe.
But sugar don't go to that extreme.

Then you caught me with the preacher's wife,
So you chased me around with a knife.
I'm still in stitches over that affair.

My favorite record had a big ol' scratch.
Why in the world did you have to do that?
We were such a perfect pair.

(Chorus)

(Chorus)

Written by Jason Benjamin Copyright 2010
Track Name: I'm Through With You
So you're back just to say,
You're different now, you've changed your way.
I don't care,
I'm through with you.

No more tears no more pain.
You say you've changed, but you're just the same.
Go on now,
I'm through with you.

I cried so many tears for you,
Now I've found someone who'll be true

You say you want me back,
I say "Hit the road, Jack."
Go on now,
I'm through with you.

Written by Janelle Reichman Copyright 2010
Track Name: Something More Sinister
Her heart is cold, her soul forsaken, be careful if you play her game.
When I told her I was taken, she laughed and said "You're all the same."
She's like a metaphor for something more sinister it seems.
You'll need a minister to administer last rites for your hopes and dreams.
Her heart is cold, her soul forsaken, be careful when you play her game.
You think you're bold, but you're mistaken.
A moth never suspects the flame.

Her heart is cold, her soul forsaken, be careful when you play her game.
Cuz there are things she will awaken, you'll feel too good to be ashamed.
You'll feel too good to be ashamed.
You'll feel too good to be ashamed.
I feel too good to be ashamed.

Written by Chris Cortier Copyright 2010
Track Name: I Swear It's True
Man, I can't believe I'm getting lucky.
Every night I'm out upon the town.
Been running into women like the one last night,
And you know I'm not kidding around.

Don't even have to down a bunch of cocktails.
Don't even have to talk until I'm blue.
Comes together all so well and naturally.
And this is all you gotta do.
...I swear it's true!

Written by Jason Benjamin Copyright 2010
Track Name: Green Banana
Green Banana!
Green Banana!
Green Banana!
Green Banana!
Green Banana!

Written by Jason Benjamin Copyright 2010
Track Name: One After 419
I've got a girl who's so good to me.
I see her every time she comes to town.
The train she rides is right on time, it's known the world around.
When the one after 419 pulls in, you know where I'll be found.

She passes my ticket, from the left hand side.
I climb on board, that train begins to crawl.
We pick up steam, the smokestack blows, I'm feelin' eight miles tall.
On the one after 419, you're guaranteed to have a ball.

I've got a girl who's so good to me.
I see her every time she comes to town.
The train she rides is right on time, it's known the world around.
When the one after 419 comes in, you know where I'll be found.

Written by Chris Cortier Copyright 2010