by The Baseball Project on album Volume 1: Frozen Ropes And Dying Quails

Everyone’s so kind and humble. Don’t you know that I can see right through it? Keeping all their comments down. You know it ain’t a boast if you can do it. And everyone says “S

by The Baseball Project on album Volume 1: Frozen Ropes And Dying Quails

May 26, 1959 in Milwaukee on the mound. Harvey Haddix of the Pirates was mowing ‘em down. 27 up, 27 gone. Nine innings in the book and not a man had gotten on. Now, in history only 17 have throw

by The Baseball Project on album Volume 1: Frozen Ropes And Dying Quails

Now everyone’s walking like they’re rolling in dough. Throwing all their money around just for show. Acting like everything is coming to them and knowing that more is just around the bend.

by The Baseball Project on album Volume 1: Frozen Ropes And Dying Quails

Yo trabajo en Chavez Ravine donde mi gente perdieron sus casas vente anos pasado. Y ahora todo el mundo me quiere pero nadie sabe lo que yo hablo despues del partido. Fernando, Fernando! Te necesitam

by The Baseball Project on album Volume 1: Frozen Ropes And Dying Quails

I sit on my ass and watch the game like everybody else. And when it’s on the line, that’s when they take me down from the shelf. You think this kind of pressure is easy? You’re just

by The Baseball Project on album Volume 1: Frozen Ropes And Dying Quails

Satchel Paige said, “Don’t look back. Something might be gaining on you.” Satchel grew up in a shotgun shack, and he had a pile of shotguns too. He carried so many bags on a pole tha

by The Baseball Project on album Volume 1: Frozen Ropes And Dying Quails

It’s 1965. Me and my Dad, Mac. 50 miles to Candlestick in our green VW van. A Giants-Dodgers pennant race. Mays and Koufax face to face. Sometimes I dream of Willie Mays and tell him I was there

by The Baseball Project on album Volume 1: Frozen Ropes And Dying Quails

The summer game has let me down, standing lonely on the mound. A crossroads only I can see between oblivion and destiny. My mind and body say I’m done but something says I must go on. Convention

by The Baseball Project on album Volume 1: Frozen Ropes And Dying Quails

We all need to gain the upper hand. An edge to do even better than we can. No one seemed to care when it brought back the fans. It’s a broken record, strike up the band for the broken man. A cr

by The Baseball Project on album Miscellaneous

You heard about the Mudcat Catfish and the Georgia Peach The Kitten and the Cobra The Spaceman and the Beast Goose, Bird, Rooster, Penguin, Vulture And your bird can sing And the greatest nickname of

by The Baseball Project on album Volume 1: Frozen Ropes And Dying Quails

Sometimes, hungover, he might lose a pop fly in the glare of the Washington sun. And yes, he swung at bad pitches, and let the Irish in him sharpen up and boozy-bloat his tongue. Nights on the road he

by Whiskeytown on album Miscellaneous

I know the world is a mess I like the patterns on your dress Would you have a drink with me please Have a couple or three I see you walk by, I don't speak but try Have a drink with me please don't sa

by Whiskeytown on album Miscellaneous

So, the factory girl she listens For the sound of her daddy's engine 'Til the work bell sounds and she leaves town Oh, the summer's here are hot All she seems to do is work and sleep I wish that she

by Whiskeytown on album Miscellaneous

I got sixteen days One for every time I've gone away One for every time I should have stayed You should have wore my wedding ring I got sixteen days Fifteen of those are nights Can't sleep when the b

by Modern Baseball on album You're Gonna Miss It All

Is he here? Are you making out? I can you hear you guys on the couch Shut up. Make out. Do something already. I'm waiting After reading that text from your friends I start losing all my confide

by My Favourite Accident on album Hometown Beatdown

I think you need some time sitting on the sideline So cool down and stop sticking around Where you're not wanted at all Still waiting for the call out Waiting for the call out Waiting for the cal

by Modern Baseball on album You're Gonna Miss It All

Wait a minute cause I've been living More like a piece of shit without you And I've been spending your past killings Trying to drink my way out of this groove Wait a minute cause I've been livi

by Modern Baseball on album You're Gonna Miss It All

Home alone on friday night No better time for exercise And wishing you were still my girlfriend Sweeping floors and folding napkins Praying something cool might happen The sun explodes we die

by Modern Baseball on album You're Gonna Miss It All

I'm pretty good at feeling sorry for myself Making up fake lives but nothing like, tangible Daydreaming while watching the TV Intricate combos by myself to fall asleep But alas, none of them come

by Modern Baseball on album You're Gonna Miss It All

There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front But I had no bucks to get "Here lies They-Ran-Outta-Luck" On the back of it Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that you're not smart, jus