BONUS Live Music Mixtape #2
Marc:OK, so listen, we did this a few months ago and people told us they loved it.
Marc:So let's keep going.
Marc:This is our live music mixtape number two.
Marc:We put together nine tracks that you can listen to right here, like a continuous record, all made up of songs people did live in the garage when they were on the show.
Marc:And all of these songs are pretty playful, actually, some of them straight up comedy songs.
Marc:So this one has a a pretty consistent tone throughout.
Marc:Here's what we've got.
Marc:Jay Mascus, listen to me.
Marc:Richard Thompson, beatnik walking.
Marc:The Figs, j'adore.
Marc:Karen Kilgareth, password.
Marc:Marshall Crenshaw, crying, waiting, hoping.
Marc:Buddy Holly song.
Marc:Blake Mills, if I'm unworthy.
Marc:Father John Misty, I'm writing a novel.
Marc:Bob Mould, the war.
Marc:Tenacious D, roadie.
Marc:The tracks are also listed in the episode description.
Marc:Okay.
Marc:All right.
Marc:Enjoy.
Guest:Listen to me, I can't wait To see you, I can't wait
Guest:The pain's on me, I can't wait To be you, I can't wait To feel you, I can't wait Waiting's what we do
Guest:We're not enough to give enough to you.
Guest:I wish there was a place we had made sense.
Guest:A place where we could rest and we would know.
Guest:The pain's on me.
Guest:I can't wait to be you.
Guest:I can't wait to feel you.
Guest:listen to me.
Guest:I can't wait to see you.
Guest:I can't wait to be you.
Guest:I can't wait.
Guest:Should it take so long?
Guest:Something that's so real to come along.
Guest:I feel the flow.
Guest:I
Guest:i can't wait i've done it in no state long and i can't wait
Guest:Listen to me, is it right To be here I can't find I can't when I'm not right Pain is what we do I got enough to make some more for you I can take so much
Guest:I pray.
Guest:Knowing what's at stake, it's all I do.
Guest:Listen to me.
Guest:Hand me down my walking shoes, Mr. Murdoch's news, I'm going thunder, rain or shine.
Guest:Got a papoose on my back, we're on the right track, Jack, to leave the beatnik blues behind.
Guest:Amsterdam where good things come in threes With a double mind and shoot in the breeze
Guest:Take the path down to the mill I'm gonna get my fill I'm going to eat till the pot runs dry At Frank's house and Rembrandt's tomb I better make some room Cause brother Vincent's on my mind Life goes on behind the tiles and chintzes
Guest:dirty water fit for kings and princes
Guest:Amsterdam, where good things come in threes Soothe your troubled mind and shoot in the breeze
Guest:The Dutch is not a loving tongue.
Guest:They say you're peace and run.
Guest:They show you care in other ways.
Guest:Sailors in their Sunday best.
Guest:I'm feeling overdressed.
Guest:I've got to lose these black sunglasses.
Guest:Hand me down my walking shoes.
Guest:Oh, hand me down my walking shoes.
Guest:I've got to leave this beatnik blues behind.
I've got to leave this beatnik blues behind.
Guest:One, two, three.
Guest:Bonjour, je t'adore, c'est aujourd'hui.
Guest:Et aujourd'hui, maman, habané.
Guest:Et c'est une de trois cats, give me some more of that sexy set, which I think that
Guest:S'il vous plaît, je voudrais un jeune fille.
Guest:Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Guest:What'd you say about me?
Guest:Oh, it's under trois caps, give me some more of that sang C-7, oui, I think that you're in, je te dois, je te dois.
Guest:5, 6, 7, 8 1, 2, 3, 4 5, 6, 7, 8 Ecoutez et répétez Je te dors Ecoutez et répétez Je te dors
Guest:Thank you.
you
Guest:I forgot my password again.
Guest:I have no idea what it could have been.
Guest:Tried my old dog's name, my birth date.
Guest:I tried one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Guest:But I guess it slipped my mind, cause those little blue words came up every time.
Guest:Did you forget?
Guest:Did you forget?
Guest:I gave up and I clicked yes.
Guest:Why do I pretend?
Guest:Whatever I come up with I will just forget again Why don't I break down and use your name It's the only thing that's in my brain that never seems to go away
Guest:I think I lost my phone again.
Guest:Oh, holy shit, it's in my hand.
Guest:Something's really wrong with me.
Guest:I'm not the man I used to be.
Guest:I can barely text my friends, and then when I do, I don't hit send.
Guest:Something's really wrong with me.
Guest:I said that already.
Guest:When does this part end?
Guest:When do I go back to being smart again?
Guest:Will it just get worse and worse each day?
Guest:Is that the only way my brain will ever let you go away?
Guest:Crying, waiting, hoping you'll come back.
Guest:I just can't seem to get you off my mind.
Guest:Crying.
Guest:Waiting Hoping You'll come back You're the one I love And I think about you all the time Crying Doo-doo-doo My tears keep falling all night long Waiting
Guest:Do, do, do It seems so useless I know it's wrong To keep on crying Waiting Hoping You'll come back Maybe someday soon Things will change And you'll be mine Uh-huh
Guest:My tears keep falling all night long I'm waiting It seems so useless I know it's wrong to keep crying
Guest:Waiting Hoping You'll come back Maybe someday soon Things will change And you'll be mine Crying Waiting Hoping
Guest:I found a new meaning For the oldest words in use Now I no longer ask myself
Guest:What have I gone to lose If I'm unworthy of the power I hold Over you And this lined up thinking
Guest:Wonders it can induce Oh, I'm twisted in my sheets now What can your love can do?
Guest:What if I'm unworthy of the power I owe?
Guest:Time before was wasted But with you, life is not long enough I'll wrap you in my arms, pretty baby
Thank you.
Thank you.
Time before was wasted But with you life's just not long enough So I'll wrap you in my arms, babe
Guest:And see if they're strong enough What if I'm unworthy of the power I hold Over you What if I'm unworthy of the power I hold
Thank you.
Guest:I ran down the road, pants down to my knees, screaming, please, come help me.
Guest:That Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me.
Guest:I'm writing a novel.
Guest:Why?
Guest:Oh, because it's never been done before.
Guest:Well, the first house that I saw I rolled a house up on the door I told the people who lived there they had to get out Cause my reality is realer than yours There's no time in the present Duh And there's a black dog on the bed
Guest:So I went to the backyard naturally to burn my only clothes And the dog ran out and said you can't turn nothing into nothingness with me no more Well I'm no doctor But that my monkey might be right
Guest:I'll be walking in my whole life.
Guest:I rode to Malibu on a dune buggy with Neil He said you're gonna have to drown me down on the beach if you ever wanna write the reel I said I'd love to But young man, what was your name again?
Guest:Now everywhere I go In West Hollywood Is filled with people pretending They don't see the actress And the actress wishing that they could We could do ayahuasca Oh baby if I wasn't holding all these drinks Now something about the way
Guest:Violet whips her hair.
Guest:Oh, still makes me empty my pockets.
Guest:Holding court in the corner.
Guest:Burning 20s as if I was the mayor.
Guest:I don't need any new friends.
Guest:Mama.
Guest:Oh, but I could really use something to do.
Guest:Yeah, so if you're up for some time I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse Oh, oh
Guest:Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Guest:yeah but people writing novels and living on amusement rides yeah but people writing novels and living lives that look like mine
Guest:And all these songs I write for you They tear me up, it's not hard to do Listen to my voice It's the only weapon I kept from the war From the war From the war
Guest:From the war And I can soothe every ailment you endure And I can see into the future most assured I don't have a choice It's the only voice I know From the war From the war
Guest:Up from the war, up from the war And everything we made reduced to dust You were the one who taught me most too
Guest:i'll carry your remains your emblem and your name and nothing left will ever be the same
Guest:and this war we fought was violent and long weeks turned into years but we kept on keeping on ringing in my
Guest:It's what remains.
Guest:It's what remains.
Guest:It's what remains.
Guest:This war has worn me down.
Guest:Broken dreams and a hole in the ground Don't give up and don't give in
Guest:Well it's 3pm, time to lug the gear Got to get it on the stage My muscles flex, my fucking sweat will save the day When I check the mic, I fuck it, check the mic I fuck it, check it, check it, one, two, three I plug it in, I make it sound as good as can be
Guest:because the rock is a rock but the road is a road gotta take the mic i guess i take control gotta get that shit up on that fucking stage because the roadie knows what the roadie knows and the roadie knows that he wears black clothes and he hides off in the shadows of the stage because the roadie
Guest:Looks a thousand miles with his eyes And when the crowd roars Brings a teardrop to the road his eyes Tears of pride Because he brought you the show But you will never know He's changing the strings While hiding in the wings No matter how
Guest:The show must go on.
Guest:And then a beautiful girl comes to me, she says, hey, can I suck your dick?
Guest:I say, yes, I am in love.
Guest:But does she quickly say, hey, I suck today, but now give me that backstage pass.
Guest:I do not want you, wrote it.
Guest:I want to take KG home.
Guest:Oh, I'm standing at the threshold of your dreams.
Guest:Without me, there'd be no sound from those ants.
Guest:Without me, there'd be no lights on the stage when you don't apply.
Guest:I make the rock go!
Marc:Fucking powerful, man.
Marc:Thanks, man.
Marc:I didn't even do any vocal warmups.