Caffeine Days and Sleepless Nights:
All songs by Tony Day & Todd Elsliger
Caffeine Days and Sleepless Nights
Caffeine days and sleepless nights
It’s hard to come down when you get so high
I like my coffee dark as a moonless sky
Stronger than the sun on the 4th of July
Fresh from Costa Rica, flown in from Colombia
Caffeine days and sleepless nights.
The only thing that gets me going in the morning
A steaming hot cup of platinum grade petroleum
My body runs like a finely tuned machine
As long as I fill it up with gasoline
Chorus
My favorite barista knows me by my first name
He’s a serious hipster who’s pallet has been well trained
His precision is deft his artistry is true
I’m in and out the door with a perfect cup of brew
I was just a kid when I took my first sip
The taste of Irish cream was sweet upon my lip
It didn’t take long I was hooked on double doubles
Now I gotta bad case of cappuccino troubles
Chorus
Grown in Guatemala, brewed in Indonesia
Imported from Jamaica, now you know I’m living on
Caffeine days and sleepless nights.
Bad Idea
I’m the kind of guy who, sends a dozen roses
to a woman that I barely even know
I guess I’m just romantic, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend
When I showed up he was waiting at the door
Another bad idea, to throw on the pile
I wish I could say that it’s been a while
I dust myself off, get back on the horse
She’ll look me up after the pre-nup and the divorce
Sometimes I collect things, like hockey cards and pennies
Once and a while I’ll buy a classic car
Do you know a good mechanic, ‘cause I can barely change a tire
and the cars I have aren’t going very far
Another bad idea, up on a jack
in someone’s garage, I’ll have to pay back
I’ll get another job, move back with my mom
restoring cars and wishing on stars that turn into songs
Another bad idea, a foul into the stands
I’m diving for the catch, I don’t care where I land
The first baseman’s body collides into mine, I reach for the sky
and when we get up the ball’s in my hands
I tried my hand at acting, I’ve even been sky diving
I’ve got tattoos of things I don’t understand
My golf career went nowhere,
I wrote a novel in there somewhere
I’ve got a license to grow marijuana plants
Another bad idea, goes up in smoke
I might have been high when I missed the joke
I dust myself off, and make a new friend
Her name is Christine I’m falling in love all over again
Little Manito
Little Manito, when I first saw you
I didn’t know I needed, a friend until I found you
You fit upon my shoulder
Your ears are just like velvet
You look angry when you’re smiling
But I know that’s just your style
You wake me in the morning
With little baby kisses, you’re standing on my chest
My darling Spanish linda
We go driving in my car
We spend the day together
We’re playing tug of war
Valley girl, I’m so glad I found your
Picture in the classifieds, you’re not much to behold
But you can sneeze on command
You play dead when I pull the trigger
All my friends think you’re the greatest
But you’re mine Little Manito
Two Wheels
Do you wanna feel the wind blowing through your hair
Put on that leather jacket that you like to wear
I’ll pick you at 7 from your mamma’s place
You’re gonna hear me coming from a mile away
Put your arms around me,
‘cause that’s what I’ve been waiting for
Times like this remind me,
two wheels are sometimes better than four YEAH YEAH YEAH
I used to look up motorcycles in a magazine
Counting down the days ‘till I turn 16
Kawazaki or Ducati I couldn’t decide
I’ll be making payments for the rest of my life
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Put your arms around my waist
all my troubles melt away
I feel your heartbeat next to mine
with every mile we leave behind
Hold on tighter every time YEAH YEAH YEAH
I could pop a wheelie if I wanted to
Peel out of every parking lot I’m passing through
But I didn’t get this ride because I like the speed
I just wanted you to notice me
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Calabria
Calabria Calabria my father’s homeland
Finally we meet to appease the old man
Your mountains are majestic looking over the sea
I don’t speak Italian but it’s speaking to me to me
I could trade my truck for a Vespa,
roofing is a distant memory
Cruising the cafes and piazzsas,
for women who are out of my league HEY
Calabria Calabria my children in the street
Playing football all day while I work the winery
My wife is in the kitchen with another on the way
No one touches dinner till everyone has prayed, I pray
God send us rain for the grapevines,
strike down all my family’s enemies
Send me a mistress Mona Lisa,
the police they don’t have nothing on me HEY
Calabria Calabria it’s where I’ll grown old
Hiding in the shadows like Don Corleone
Looking over my shoulder with a price on my head
maybe I should stay in Canada instead instead
I’m not cut out for Mafioso
I can’t tell one wine from the next
I don’t really want so many children
but don’t take away my Mona Lisa mistress HEY
1959
There goes my phone again, it follows me everywhere I can’t get away
Satellites tracking every move I make
The TV is always on, recording me shit even when I’m not at home
Next to the guitar that I used to play
If I could go back to another time, I’d save the day the music died
Back in 1959
A giant collection of 45s, up all night checking out the b-sides
Back in 1959
Traffic’s backed up again, it costs a small fortune just to live near the city
This tank of gas just cost me a fifty
I don’t go out at night, the clubs are playing music that I don’t recognize
Computers write these songs for free
If I could go back to another time, I’d save the day the music died
Back in 1959
A drive in movie cost a buck o five, when rock n roll was still in its prime
Back in 1959
In 1959, I’ll find a girl who might even get me
In 1959, we’ll make out in the back of my Chevy
There goes my phone again, teenager in love doesn’t come in a ring tone
I sing that song whenever I’m alone
Traffic’s backed up again, are there any stations further left on the dial
Anything but noise on the radio?
If I could go back to another time, I’d save the day the music died
Back in 1959
Ritchie Valens, Buddy Holly and I, would have made it to that concert just fine
back in 1959
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My Own Place
Goodbye to the wallpaper I’ve stared at,
since I was just a child
This room has been slowly closing in on me,
for quite a while
My sister left home long ago and she
never looked back
It’s high time I made it on my own before
my folks give me some flack
Goodbye to the basement where I wasted all my
time on video games
Will I still have a place to run and hide when I
have my own place
My own place, my own place, my own place, my own place
Goodbye to the pictures staring back when I
pass through the hall
All the haircuts I wish I could forget,
all my fashion pitfalls
All the leftover books I’ve had since high school,
hiding under my bed
A tape collection of music from the eighties,
I can’t throw out yet
Goodbye to the house that I grew up in,
I’m leaving without a trace
Sneaking out the back door one more time,
to find my own place
My own place, my own place, my own place, my own place
Attitude
I wanna rock to the rhythm, the rhythm and the blues
I wanna rock to a beat with a bad attitude
Stick my nose where is doesn’t belong
I got a bad attitude and this is my song
Don’t waste my time with your religion,
My soul is pledged to rock and roll
A turntable makes all my decisions
the music’s in control
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No corner office with a window
I make my living in the sun
No corporation man that I know
is having this much fun
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My high school teachers said I didn’t fit in
That I was disruptive and didn’t have any friends
At the high school dance, I pulled the fire alarm
When the cops showed up I
was already gone
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The ladies can’t domestic me
Don’t even try to slow me down
After tonight I will be leaving
this god forsaken town
I wanna rock to the rhythm, the rhythm and the blues
I wanna rock to a beat with a bad attitude
Stick my nose where is doesn’t belong
I got a bad attitude and that is my song
Surprise
You shouldn’t find, it hard to believe
That girls aren’t lining up, for a second look, at me
But I cast a shadow half the size of my heart
And I am stronger than, most larger men, usually are
So when I asked you on a second date
And you didn’t turn around and walk away
Well you caught me by surprise
I look in your eyes, and then say goodnight
Don’t wanna push my luck, I get in my truck, and drive
Who doesn’t like, to talk about cars?
I’m making conversation, no use in hiding, who we are
I don’t really know much about most things I say
When I am nervous I could, just talk and talk away
So when you’re laughing at my silly jokes,
Inviting to meet your folks
Well you caught me by surprise
I look in your eyes, the sun’s coming out
I don’t wanna jinx it now, like there was ever any doubt
I prefer dogs and you have two cats,
what are the chances we get over that?
I’m playing a song, you sing out of tune
So that makes both of us, we don’t harmonize, like we should
But my aim is true we’re all finding our own way
Some people find it hard, to feel the beat when I play
So when you dance around and clap your hands,
and tell me you’re my biggest fan
Well you caught me by surprise
I look in your eyes, and come to the end
Of just another dream, thank you for listening again.