Boxing Day EP

by Knuckleberry Finn

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released January 1, 2014

Produced by Ananth Batni.
Recorded at Pretty Good Studios.
Cover art by Alex Atienza.

Knuckleberry Finn is:
Abram Shaw - drums, cello, didgeridoo, backing vocals, percussion
Ben Shaw - vocals, guitars, percussion
Devin Taylor - bass, banjo, kazoo, percussion, backing vocals

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Knuckleberry Finn Maryland

Knuckleberry Finn (formerly and unfortunately known as The Catdoors) are an alternative power trio from the Washington DC Metropolitan Area. The band consists of Ben Shaw, Abram Shaw, and Devin Taylor.

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Track Name: Hideaway
Huddle up and hide behind the blinds
Can’t bear the thought of strange watching eyes
I spend all of my days gazing at flickering lights
Memories flicker and die

Frost in the morning, fire at night
Where did all of my waking hours go
I spend all of my days gazing at flickering lights
Tangled in the sound and the glow

I want to hide away (x3)
Chasing shadows on the walls of my cave

Wolves at my window howl every night
Peer round the corner, give me a fright
I spend all of my days gazing at flickering lights
I'm living a fictional life

I want to hide away (x3)
Chasing shadows on the walls of my cave

I want to scream out
But I know I never will
400 miles a second
And I’m standing perfectly still

The wind blows in cold, howls down my hall
A plastic pennant flutters in the breeze
Rattles the windows, clatters the blinds
A building full of poltergeists

I want to hide away (x3)
Chasing shadows on the walls of my cave

I want to scream out
But I know I never will
400 miles a second
And I’m standing perfectly still
Track Name: Marie Curie
Marie Curie
We bond so famously
With all the energies we’ve proved

Marie, you see
We’ve got such chemistry
I’m not so noble as to remain unmoved

What is this feeling that I can’t explain
Could this be love, or has the radiation reached my brain

Marie Curie
You’re radiant, don’t you see
I lived a half-life until you married me

Marie, I know
Those Nobels aren’t for show
Your polished mind is constantly aglow

What is this feeling that I can’t explain
Could this be love, or has the radiation reached my brain

I’d find you anywhere like a speck inside pitchblende
My heart is failing and it’s coming to the end
Won’t let you slip away
No

What is this feeling that I can’t explain
Could this be love, or has the radiation reached my brain

Marie Curie (Whoa-oh-oh-whoaaaa)
Marie Curie
Track Name: Birdsong
Rows and rows of little birds
All perched on the radio wires
Chirping away, desperate to be heard

Little songbird in the night
Takes a streetlamp for a spotlight
Clears his throat and belts out that standard tune

A thousand boombox Romeos
Chirping and squawking on the radio
The dead-eyed tune, same as you've always known

So sing out loud, and sing out proud
Fluff out your plumage and sing out now
Like every other song around the world
You're deeply in love with a faceless girl
Beware of teenage boys with acoustic guitars
Never let them get too far
It’s only birdsong
It’s only birdsong

Let me pick out a tune and tell you all about the
Hummingbird beats in my birdcage ribcage
Strumming along, can't get off the ground
I'm just as bad as them
Capo and vocals, and I don't know when
I’m just a little bird at heart

Perched in a tree, strumming harder than ever
Turns of phrase, think they're oh so clever
No matter how hard you flap you can never fly

So sing out loud, and sing out proud
Fluff out your plumage and sing out now
Like every song around the world
You’re deeply in love with the faceless girl
Beware of teenage boys with acoustic guitars
Never let them get too far
It’s only birdsong
It’s only birdsong
Track Name: Sirens
I hear the siren song
Someone’s crying out in pain
Feel jaded to their call
The lights flashing through the rain

Hear the screams outside my window
Shift my vice-grip on my pillow

I hear the siren song
Someone’s drowning on our shores
Breakers carry him away
And the banshees shriek once more

Stop my ears against the wailing
And keep sailing, sailing

And I’ll drown, I’ll drown
If you don’t tie me down
I’ll drown, I’ll drown
If you let me overboard

I hear the siren song
So does everyone for miles
The ship begins to sway
Still everyone’s all smiles

Every night I hear the screams of strangers
Turn my head away

And I’ll drown, I’ll drown
If you don’t tie me down
I’ll drown, I’ll drown
If you let me overboard

And I can’t extend a hand
With my hands over my ears
I hear the call, running down the hall to jump into the sea

So tie me down
Cause I don’t want them to sing for me
Nothing left but broken wreckage
For someone else’s rubbernecking

I hear the siren song
Someone’s crying out in pain
Feel jaded to their call
The lights flashing through the rain

Hear their voices as I drown
Track Name: Rumpelstiltskin
Cinnamon, Tiananmen, Martin Van Buren
Rumpelstiltskin, Rumpelstiltskin, names are meaningless
Pumpernickel, pumpernickel, words are meaningless
Cinnamon, Tiananmen, Martin Van Buren

Dadaesque!
Get funky with it!
William Howard Taft!
Large wooden bathtub!

Cinnamon, Tiananmen, Martin Van Buren
Rumpelstiltskin, Rumpelstiltskin, names are meaningless
Pumpernickel, pumpernickel, words are meaningless
Cinnamon, Tiananmen, Martin Van Buren

Dadaesque!
Get funky with it!
William Henry Harrison!
Briefly, briefly!
Track Name: Man Behind The Curtain
Hand in hand in a foreign land, under street lamps and the sky
Giving in is all too easy, give it a try
Shy away from going under, on the right side of regret
They canonized me for politeness
Beatified for etiquette, beatified for etiquette

Who am I?
Who are we?
Who are you?
A funhouse mirror of what I thought I knew

Who are you?
Who are we?
Who am I?
See through your disguise
See through brand new eyes

Look out on surface calm, under-surface stormy weather
I try hard to keep myself together
I try to be so carefully unremarkable
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain
The man behind the curtain

Who am I?
Who are we?
Who are you?
A funhouse mirror of what I thought I knew

Who are you?
Who are we?
Who am I?
See through your disguise
See through brand new eyes

I start to fear when cracks appear, you start slipping off your mask
Plunge my hand into your heart, a nest of broken glass
Some secrets should stay secrets, some strangers should stay strangers
A meltdown in a stranger’s town, there’s nothing I can do
There’s nothing I can do

Who am I?
Who are we?
Who are you?
A funhouse mirror of what I thought I knew

Who are you?
Who are we?
Who am I?
See through your disguise
See through brand new eyes
Track Name: Hats
Some people wear hats to hide their physical faults.
Like bald spots and gaping wounds from violent physical activity.
Some people wear hats just to fit in.
And these hats speak for themselves.
Some people wear hats indoors to rebel.
And in doing so they break a long standing tradition, flipping the middle finger bird to proper etiquette.

Some people make their pets wear hats because they think it is cute.
For similar reasons, some people dress their little children up like sailors.

There are many different occupational hats:
A baseball player wears a baseball cap.
A cowboy wears a cowboy hat.
Sometimes cowboys wear baseball caps
and baseball players wear cowboy hats
and the world falls further into disarray
and nobody seems to really care.

Hats often serve a practical purpose.
Construction hard hats assist in construction.
Propeller beanies assist in flight.
Thinking caps cause rapid changes in atmospheric pressure resulting in violent brainstorms.

Sometimes hats serve no purpose at all but merely provide presence.
But this in itself is a vital purpose, often overlooked.
These are the hats we must appreciate the most:
the salt of the earth,
the middle class,
the blue collar heroes.
Track Name: The Pudding Dimension of Free Love
In the pudding dimension of free love
We live in the butterscotch district.
We run around in our tapioca skivvies
Looking for free love.

We lie on our backs, staring at the vanilla sky
Hoping that it's not another consecutive day of chocolate rain.
We dodge accusations of empty calories, asserting the importance of our tradition based on dairy-based desserts.

In the pudding dimension of free love
We celebrate false profundities by mounting the heads of our favorite prophets on our favorite mantles.

We wear starched shirts to remind ourselves of what we are, and what we came from.

Together, in aimless search of a refrigerator.
Forever, in aimless search of a refrigerator.