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1.
I am gonna put some pants on Yes, siree, I’m gonna put some pants on I am gonna put some pants on As a way of starting up my day I’m gonna put some coffee in my system Some creamy, sugared coffee in my system I’m gonna put some coffee in my system As a way of starting up my day Will I laugh or will I weep Sigh, fall back asleep Will I call Ma up on the phone Make soup with an old ham bone Well, I guess we’ll see, but most importantly I am gonna put some pants on Some checkered? sequined? cut-off? pleated? pants on I am gonna put some pants on as a way of starting up my day
2.
Little Kid 01:39
You don’t know a lot there, little kid You don’t know what Mom and Daddy did Before belly ballooned and baby cried Back when you were twinkling in their eyes And you don’t even know what twinkles are Cause I don’t mean twinkle, twinkle like the star There were bars and they were groovy, lots of carefree rented movies There was music, there was singing, oh those times they were a-swinging I want a piece of that fun Ready or not, here I come
3.
Ant Song 03:48
When cities of ants look for love, it’s love they’re bound to find When cities of love look for ants, they’ve got a different axe to grind When ants are crawling speedy on a public picnic table Or gather on the pavement in the shape of old Clark Gable They’re looking for something they’ve been unable to find In the astroturf we’ve laid for them, they’ve got a better axe to grind When ants travel deep ant channels and turn our sidewalks into highways And when we step over sideways, turning highways into byways I think we’ll find in orange rinds these ants are better than kind I think we’ve found our findings still, we’ve got a better axe to grind When ants gather, closing in on our sunny picnic lunch Will they save the deviled eggs and lemonade for tomorrow’s brunch And will they wonder, wandering about in a turkey sandwich maze What exactly caused their tryptophan-induced haze Do you think this is exactly what they had in mind Maybe they perhaps have a different axe to grind Are you happy, little ant? Do you have a forty-hour work week? Do you do anything for fun? These are the things I want to know These are the things that come to me slowly These are the things have been unanswered, wholly, by holy men of yore Ants build ant cities under sidewalks with entrances in sidewalk cracks They pile dust in little piles and little stones in little stacks We’d love to go and visit to see the rooms that they have designed But, my dears, I fear we’ve got a different axe to grind When ants romance each other do they profess their love on tire swings And do they feel their own hearts flutter in like painted fairy wings Does an ant give gifts of anty love to her anty mate Like daisy pollen or rose petals found nearby a garden gate Would anty lovers eat chocolate cake with chocolate icing or cake of another kind There’s just no telling, perhaps they’ve got a different axe to grind Are you happy, little ant? Do you have a forty-hour work week? Do you do anything for fun? These are the things I want to know These are the things that come to me slowly These are the things have been unanswered, wholly, by holy men of yore When ants are climbing blades of grass or taller, ten-foot trees Does the wind blow them away, are they floored by the scent of breezy peonies Do they admire yellow daffodils or the cobblestone walkways they’ve designed There’s just no telling, perhaps they’ve got a different axe to grind
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Flooded Away 03:31
If we don’t get flooded away Things will go on as they have always If we don’t get flooded away Things will still be as they are today But if things get flooded away We can row through the rooftops, through the treetops, over corn crops In a gondola playing an Italian song Squeezing a squeezebox and rowing along If we don’t get flooded away Things will go on as they have always But if things get flooded away We’ll get out our dolphin fins, our boogie boards, and all those noodles If we don’t get flooded away Things will go on as they have always If we don’t get flooded away Our rabbits will still munch on their brunch of sweet hay If we don’t get flooded away Things will go on as they have always If we don’t get flooded away Things will still be as they are today If we don’t get flooded away Things will go on as they have always If we don’t get flooded away Our rabbits will still munch on their brunch of sweet hay I we don’t get flooded away Our rabbits will still munch on their lunch of sweet hay Our rabbits will still dine on their dinner of sweet hay Our rabbits will still sup on their supper of sweet
6.
Would you cry cry cry if I die die die Would you bawl bawl bawl if I fall off a wall Would you weep weep weep if I leap leap leap From a steep steep cliff into the deep Would you frown frown frown if I drown drown drown Would you feel just fine if I drank strychnine Would you feel alright, could you sleep at night If I just up and died out of spite When I’m dead dead dead will your heart be filled with dread When I’m rotten rotten rotten, will I only be forgotten When I decompose will you place a rose on my grave where forever I shall doze Would you be concerned if I burned burned burned Would you laugh laugh laugh if I cut myself in half Would you call my mom if they dropped the atom bomb Would you cry cry cry if I die Would it matter matter matter if I fell off a ladder And I shatter shatter shatter every bone in my back With a crack crack crack and a moan and a groan If I broke every, broke every bone If I got sick sick sick would you stick stick stick Stick around with me if I got leprosy And I lost all my toes and my fingers and my nose Would you stick around or say adios When I’m dead and gone will your heart go on Like Celine Dion’s in that stupid song When I’m ashes in the urn will your heart still yearn Will glowing embers of eternal undying love in your soul forever burn Would you care care care if I got mauled by a bear Would it bring you to tears if a bat bit off my ears Would you feel remorse if I got trampled by a horse Would you cry cry cry, please don’t lie lie lie Would you cry cry cry when I die
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Soap Floats 02:02
Soap floats in the bathtub Soap floats in the sink Soap floats in the washbasin Why is that you think Could it be because of the lanolin Could it be because of the lye Could it be because of the chemical reaction that occurs When these are combined At the proper temperature and proportion, of course What do you do when soap doesn’t float What do you do when it doesn’t float What do you do when soap doesn’t float What do you do Soap floats in the bathtub Soap floats in the sink Soap floats in the washbasin Why is that you think Just call the folks at Ivory up and ask them ask them why Ask them why their soap floats Ask them if they tried What do you do when soap doesn’t float What do you do when it doesn’t float What do you do when soap doesn’t float What do you do
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Stroke my ego when we go out together Tell me I’m the cutest boy you’ve ever seen Just tell me that I’m great and watch my head inflate Until it nearly bursts with self-esteem And when we go to Montego Bay this summer I will let you hold my hand and touch my hair I shall gaze into your eyes and then I’ll realize that All I see is my own reflection in there Stroke my ego, stroke my ego You can stroke it, stroke it, stroke it all day long Stroke my ego, stroke my ego Start by telling me how much you love this song Oh, my darling dearie dashing dandy doodle You’re so brave, so strong, so brash and self-assured If it weren’t for these things and your gifts of diamond rings Such arrogance could never be endured If Narcissus were here with us, he’d call you vain As your sense of self-importance knows no bounds But how my heartstrings did unfurl when you bought that string of pearls Now you very presence makes my heart begin to pound Stroke your ego, stroke you ego I will stroke it, stroke it, stroke it every day Stroke your ego, stroke your ego I’ll even tell you that I like your new toupee, hip hip hooray
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Walking 02:14
Walking slowly, walking lonely Walking in a circle or two Walking slowly, walking lonely Walking through a place in your view I’m a little shy and spittle Always seems to fly from my mouth I’m a little shy and spittle Always seems to make things go south You’re a kind one, you’re a blind one One who doesn’t understand these allusions You’re a kind one, you’re a blind one One who intensifies this confusion So we’ll see what it’ll be Who do you love freely Could it be me? I’m a shy one, I’m a sly one I’ve the face of an ocelot cat I’m a shy one, I’m a sly one Did you think that I didn’t know that Walking slowly, walking lonely Walking in a circle or two Walking slowly, walking lonely Walking through a place in your view
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Walking along the railroad tracks With my guitar slung on my back Watching the sun peek from behind a cloud Walking along the railroad tracks With my guitar slung on my back Watching the deer dart behind the trees And I say, oh, living life is easy When you’re only feeling smooth and breezy You got that, oh, don’t you go get queasy It is only a little hammock, swinging breezy Rocking along in my chair Knitting up some long underwear While the crickets sing of cornbread and chili Picking the meat off of chicken bones Licking on an ice-cream cone While the corn in the field grows as high as your eye And I say, oh, living life is easy When you’re only feeling smooth and breezy You got that, oh, don’t you go get queasy It is only a little hammock, swinging breezy Walking along the railroad tracks With my guitar slung on my back While the grasshoppers hop from track to track, keeping time Walking along the railroad tracks With my guitar slung on my back While a big orange sun sneaks behind the horizon And I say, oh, living life is easy When you’re only feeling smooth and breezy You got that, oh, don’t you go get queasy It is only a little hammock, swinging breezy
12.
The boiling black oceans gave birth to a beast It lurked in dark waters in relative peace Alone but not lonesome, yet trapped in its cell It floated on foam as the meteors fell The creature grew bored, didn’t know what to do So feeling divisive it split into two Two beasts in the ocean, not knowing what for And knowing no better, they split into four The four turned to eight and the eight to sixteen Next thing you know the black ocean is green Life came from nothing or so it would seem Is there some greater purpose, or all just a dream The octopus sat there just trying to think Then he got an idea but had run out of ink The porcupine paid all the platypodes’ bills When he signed the last check he had run out of quills The elephant’s yard sale had nothing but junk For he had no more room for it left in his trunk And Joey was told not to jump on the couch Or his momma would make him go back in his pouch Telling prehensile tales of vestigial whales Appendices fails, nipples on males Some things evolve while some others dissolve Meanwhile the planets never cease to revolve The boiling black oceans gave birth to a beast It lurked in dark waters in relative peace Alone but not lonesome, yet trapped in its cell It floated on foam as the meteors fell
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ZANZIBAR! 02:54
I want to go where the red winds blow in ZANZIBAR! I want to stay where the mermaids play in ZANZIBAR! Show me the way to a gay cafe in ZANZIBAR! We’ll dance the night away in ZANZIBAR! I bought a martini for the only wahini in ZANZIBAR! She was an out of place Hawaiian who was trying to find a guy in ZANZIBAR! She took me by the hand as we walked on the sand in ZANZIBAR! That night I fell in love in ZANZIBAR! Next day I woke in a fisherman’s boat in ZANZIBAR! With eyes that were red and a pain in my head in ZANZIBAR! I looked all around, she was nowhere to be found in ZANZIBAR! I hung my head and cried in ZANZIBAR! She took my phone so I couldn’t call home from ZANZIBAR! She took all my cash and left me with a rash in ZANZIBAR! I feel so sad and blue, I don’t know what to do Never again I’ll go to ZANZIBAR!
14.
Selene 03:54
Selene, you beautiful, wondrous thing you Selene, you who light up the night sky according to schedule Selene, I’m powerless, shepherdless, helpless, and hopeless before you Oh, Selene, you have taken the one I love away from me We were walking underneath the harvest moon We were talking about starting our own baby boom When a shaft of moonlight fell upon his face Well, Selene, that’s the moment that I wish I could erase Cause you decided that you wanted him for your own And now I’ve got no shepherd to tend our little flock at home He went walking on his own one moonlit night Now I fear that he’ll never come back, cause you took him away, took his beautiful face from my sight I’m gonna give that lemon moon a cup of sweet mint tea So she’ll bring me baby back to me A pot of grits with cheese, some braised turnip greens A pumpkin pie with hand-churned ice cream Selene, tell me, what do you want from me I’ve never before had to deal with lunar kidnapping Now I go walking and shake my fist up at the moon Near that hillside where we caused my belly to bloom I been searching in the moonlight for your face Well, Selene, tell me what you’d do if you were in my place Cause I decided long ago he was my own That’s why I want my only shepherd to come back home I go walking, see moonlight on your sleeping face But I can’t get you back, no, you’ll never wake up, cause she’s tied you to this place I’m gonna give that lemon moon a little piece of my mind Nobody takes my baby where I can’t find him I wander up that hillside on every moonlit night I hold my lovely sleeping shepherd real, real tight Selene, tell me, why’d you do this to me, make my baby sleep on a hillside perpetually We were walking underneath the harvest moon We were talking about starting our own baby boom When a shaft of moonlight fell upon your face Well, Selene, that’s the moment that I wish I could erase
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You long for the days of sunshine and rain Reading books on the rooftop, feet stuck with roof grains Sweet weight of sleep pulling your eyes Droning of heater, fridge, and flies Don’t know what it meant, but the scenery creeps in In through the cracks of the windows But you needn’t worry, cause on the weekends You get to sleep in while the wind blows The curtains that billow and float in the breeze Cattails that bend with the tadpoles and geese Catalpas at nighttime give birds their small beds And frogs sing the same song that they always have Don’t know what it means, but the scenery crept in You tasted the grass through the window It lived in your room and sang to you sweet And you would sleep in while the wind blows Fireflies light up pockets of night Drift over cornfields, bob during flight Caught them in hand, put them in jars Placed upon nightstand, twinkling stars You’ll lie in wait as the scenery creeps in You’ll let it in through the window Midmorning sunshine and grasses, come in And you will sleep in while the wind blows

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Flooded Away is Sage and Jared’s Happy Gland Band’s first recording, recorded in 2013 at the Retreat Studios in Albuquerque, NM and mastered by Elephonic Recording Studios.

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released October 27, 2013

©2014 Sage Harrington / Jared Putnam / Goat Soap Society
Written by Sage Harrington (ASCAP)

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Sage and Jared's Happy Gland Band Albuquerque, New Mexico

Sage and Jared’s Happy Gland Band is a band of whimsy and unbridled glandulosity. It’s a band that will make you reconsider how grossed out you are about the endocrine system. Sage plays ukulele. Jared plays upright bass. Their glistening songs of mundanity, desecration, celebration, and perspiration appear on their CD, Flooded Away. ... more

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