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I
The Welcome

Robin Robinson
I Should’ve Been a Drummer
Our Old House
Paula Deen

Recorded April 2011 at Villa Coola Studios
and Steckman Studios, Oak Park, IL by Gehring Miller
Drums recorded by Jonah Kort at CarterCo Recording, Chicago, IL
Additional vocals on Track 1 by Danny Bezinovich

All songs written by G. Miller © 2011
Arranged and performed by The Welcome

The Welcome is

Gehring Miller – vocals, guitar, keys
Eric Baetz – guitar
Evan Stoner – bass, vocals, melodica
Casey Harding – drums

Produced & Mixed by Gehring Miller

Mastered by Bill Kavanagh at BobDog Studios, Oak Park, IL

www.thewelcomemusic.com
thewelcomemusic@gmail.com

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released 29 April 2011

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Track Name: Robin Robinson
Robin Robinson
 
Robin Robinson
Hates the start of the school year
Gets in line with the kids
They can all tell he’s new here
Brand new Velcro shoes
A brown bag with his lunch
Mom, she made it for him
Wrote his name on the front
 
He knows it’s not enough
Introductions are always tough
 
Chorus:
My last name is just like my first name
Please stop asking me how it’s spelled
It’s my dad’s fault for being an asshole
He still thinks it’s funny as hell
 
Robin Robinson
He goes out on the weekends
Hangs around with the kids
There’s a few spots they frequent
Girls, they ask him his name
Over the din of the music
Whatever they think he says
That’s the name that he uses
 
He figures it’s close enough
Introductions are always tough

Chorus:
My last name is just like my first name
Don’t even worry about how it’s spelled
It’s my dad’s fault for being an asshole
He still thinks it’s funny as hell

Someday I’ll have a wife who understands
And explains on my behalf while I am shaking strangers’ hands
My friends can call me Rob and my kids will call me Dad
And I’ll give them better names than the one I had to have
 
My last name is just like
My first name is just like…
 
Chorus 2x
Track Name: I Should've Been a Drummer
I Should’ve Been a Drummer
 
I should’ve been a drummer
I’m always tapping it out
On counter tops, on steering wheels
Whatever is around
 
I listen to the clock tick
And put a beat between each second
The daily march from 12 to 12
Its cadence always beckons
 
Chorus:
When I got home, I grabbed some pots from the kitchen
And went to my room to bang out my own rendition
It’s a simple beat, but I’ve been working on it for a while
My hands, they sting, but the sound still makes me smile
 
I should’ve been a drummer
‘Cause these hands, they don’t sit still
I watch them move, develop grooves
All of their own free will
 
And even when it’s nighttime
And I’m trying to go to sleep
Floorboards creak and faucets drip
The backbone of a beat
 
Chorus:
When I got home, I grabbed some pots from the kitchen
And went to my room to bang out my own rendition
It’s a simple beat, but I’ve been working on it for a while
My ears, they ring with the sound that makes me smile

My family’s been very kind
About all the noise I make
Steady tapping, persistent clicks
Well, it's always been this way
Maybe you could come over
And see the drum set that I made
And if you play a melody
I’m sure I could accompany
It seems to come so naturally
This thing that lives inside of me
The percussion and its pulse
Track Name: Our Old House
Our Old House
 
I went back to our old house
Let myself in with the key
No one lives there anymore
But I just had to look and see
 
I opened up the windows
And let the wind walk right on through
The way it whisked around the dining room
Reminded me of you
  
I took the steps down to the basement
All the light bulbs had burned out
In the dark I ran my hands along the wall
And they told me all about
 
The time that passed since we left
My fingers caked with dust
The floor dips down to the basement drain
Where it wears a ring of rust
 
I remember these rooms
And the way we moved about
There was a time when I was yours and you were mine
Now there’s just an empty house
 
I remember these rooms
What each one was for
There was a time when I was yours and you were mine
But no one lives here anymore
  
Someday someone angry at the world
Will throw a rock through one of these windows
Where it will sit and know exactly how I felt
In the dining room by myself
Track Name: Paula Deen
Paula Deen
 
Paula Deen, Paula Deen! (4x)
 
Have you seen the girl I love?
She’s got the most beautiful, unnatural white teeth
And when she talks, they flicker in and out of view
I do a lot of staring, yeah, I watch the words as they are coming through
 
She’s got this way of speaking that I’ve never heard before
When she’s done, all I wanna do is hear her talk some more
Southern accent and contractions, a perfect lullaby
I do a lot of listening, yeah I’m listening all the time
 
Paula Deen, Paula Deen! (4x)
 
Have you seen the girl I love?
Her hair hangs the same way every day, I wonder how she does it
She’s no fool, she knows she has too look good
Every morning, every evening, every minutes – Oh! the details of her day
 
She’s got kids, both of them were born before me
I don’t care, ‘cause she’s walking towards me
Southern manners and her hands are where I want to be
Let me wrap my arms around you, let me promise, Paula Dean
 
Bridge:
I could be a great addition
If you need help in the kitchen
Maybe you think nothing’s missing
But I could be a great addition
(Repeat)
 
Paula Deen, Paula Deen! (4x)