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The Early Years

by Dizzy Hat

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1.
Victim Not The Crime 06:41
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Pack your bags for Saratoga Bet across the board on Mr. Jones Collect your winnings at the window And then make yourself a loan Slip slide, what you got inside Uncle’s monkey, take you for a ride Another Sunday resolution Living and bleeding the solution Hell no to the higher power Your mama, your doctor, your Jesus of the hour Search the dresser for a nickel or a dime Don’t worry… You’re the victim, not the crime The victim not the crime Low tide, can’t hide The primate deep inside Another Wednesday premonition Can’t stop, it’s a condition Raise your water, make a toast To the mother, the daughter, and the holy ghost Stop searching, take your time Just remember… CHORUS  Solos Drive hard, stand guard Sunshine on the boulevard Fat Tuesday in the rearview Explain why the sky is blue Tally-ho, up and ride Joe Blow got to step aside Keep searching, take your time And remember… CHORUS  Solos (c) Steve Katz
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Something Stoopid 04:15
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Don’t be ashamed Mrs. Wilkins The papers only tell about a third of the truth Your two bit husband was a jealous drunkard Go to church on Sunday and then take it out on you You played it cool for a decade almost two But every other step had a hitch Remember how he broke that dog’s legs and couldn’t help but grin If that’s not a sign, it’s a sin Sometimes the smartest thing is something stupid Cause fate always turns on a dime What you and that young man did on the 5th of July Was a blessing, not a capital crime. Did you do it in the study with the dagger or the rope? Was it an act of self-defense or the only way to cope? Will they find him in the cellar? Catch that evil stench? Did you do it in the kitchen, it’s anybody’s guess? The neighbor boy Gummy Stearns saw the danger through the cyclone Didn’t have a daddy so the boy aged beyond his years Another infraction was a call to action He struck a match of hope that lit a fire to your tears [CHORUS :::: Redemption, Absolution] (c) Steve Katz
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Salvation 04:36
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I’m your momma, I’m your daddy I’m the prophet, I’m the thief Come and meet me in the alter For some blessed relief I’m a paradox of virtue And a paragon of shame Don’t worry I won’t hurt you Won’t let the Devil lay his claim I’ll enable you to stand up Deliver you from strife You can proudly hold your hand up As I gently twist your life With Salvation [meet me at the water] Salvation [Come aboard the train] Salvation [Like a heifer to the slaughter] Salvation [I can ease the pain] [Solos] I’m that shoulder you can lean on Don’t mind the thousand cuts Your Sealy Posturepedic And then a backhand to the nuts I’m your ticket to redemption The gateway to shame I can ease the tension Won’t let the Devil lay his claim I’ll enable you to stand up Enable you to fly You can proudly hold your hand up With that sacred alibi Of Salvation… I’m your momma, I’m your daddy I’m the prophet, I’m the thief Come and meet me in the alter For some blessed relief I’m a paradox of virtue And a paragon of shame Don’t worry I won’t hurt you Won’t let the Devil lay his claim I’ll enable you to stand up Deliver you from strife You can proudly hold your hand up As I gently twist your life With Salvation [meet me at the water] Salvation [Come aboard the train] Salvation [Like a heifer to the slaughter] Salvation [I can ease the pain] I’m that shoulder you can lean on Don’t mind the thousand cuts Your Sealy Posturepedic And then a backhand to the nuts I’m your ticket to redemption The gateway to shame I can ease the tension Won’t let the Devil lay his claim I’ll enable you to stand up Enable you to fly You can proudly hold your hand up With that sacred alibi Of Salvation… (c) Steve Katz
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Skippy Jar 03:58
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2 quarts of whiskey, 40 something cigarettes, I haven’t slept a wink, A ride down Lake Street in a busted up old Cadillac, baby, what’s a girl to think My shame is eating at me, it’s crystal clear you want to stab me in the throat Been 20 years of madness, 6 of bliss and 2 of sadness, and now I’m damn near broke Don’t refuse me, I need your love to keep hanging around, I promise not to use you Once my feet can touch the ground Please help me, with the lid on the skippy jar, Please help me, I need your hands to steer my car [SOLOS] I dreamt a dream it was you not me Were clinging to a raft, with half your teeth a-coming loose Like Captain Jack, I travel time to make the rescue, Walking a tight rope just to feel the truth My sweetie-o, you surely know, if I don’t make the rent …it makes me weebble and wobble So many years, I know your fears and felt your tears, Now I just need a drink from your bottle [Chorus] (c) Steve Katz
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Lick The Batter 04:24
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Johnny's got a license but he don’t know how to drive, His vision’s 20-20, but his mind aint half alive, It might have been his daddy, who made Johnny fetch his beer, Or his dear old momma, the woman always hid in fear, Could it be the preacher that never treat him right? All we know is Johnny’s always itching for a fight Johnny drives an LTD, an angry shade of black A crowbar riding shotgun, a 12-pack on his lap He light’s himself 2 Salems as he’s rolling thru the hood Skynyrd on his Alpine, Johnny’s feeling good The negroes doing 90, the negroes doing 10 He’s wants to jack the bunch of them and praise the Lord Amen Johnny’s getting angry just to make things feel better Johnny’s getting angry just to make things feel right When he was a young boy he never licked the batter Johnny got a license, but he don’t know how to drive He hates them Jew lawyers always yapping in the phone Them stubby Orientals that drive like they are stoned Those skinny hippie bikers, Johnny want to yank ‘em by the hair Let them meet his Louisville, while duct-taped to a chair Subarus with bumper stickers make him want to scream The dykes that drive them, he wanna drown ‘em in a stream But ole Johnny’s got a soft spot, he kind of likes his dog He sometimes feeds him breakfast, and even takes him for a walk He also like to paint a bit, but mainly for the fumes A half a pint of lacquer while he’s chillin’ in his room Could it be that one-eyed preacher that never treat him right? All we know is Johnny’s always itching for a fight (c) Steve Katz
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Meltdown 04:34
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Greasy coffee, black eggs Head right back to sleep That note you left on my windshield Enough to make a big boy weep He was fathered in Edina Gets his shirts from Hubert White His skin’s so shiny Teeth are too tight Yet you wear his diamond earrings Or is it the other way around Our daughter sees you giggling like a fool So tell me who’s the clown? Still I need you, but you don’t You know I will, but you won’t Give it to me I can’t take it Going to be a meltdown If you don’t come around [SOLO] The shrink says it’s your mother Your sister blames the drink With all your fancy living Tell me whose mind is on the blink? Long odds on a dime This chump won’t make it through the year Show me anger, even spite But please not insincere CHORUS  Solos (c) Steve Katz
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Ode To Tom 04:14
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Take the Green Line out to Hawthorne for the 2nd race Hit a cold trifecta, at a wicked pace With 600 bones and a bottle of Jack A clean hotel room, I’m not ever going back Here come the madness Here come the storm 2 hot showers, a chicken fried steak Hoof it down to Hody’s, got the devil in the wake Just biding my time in a comfortable stool Some sugar slinks over, we start acting a fool She takes my hand, gives me the eye On another trip down the River Why Here come the madness Here come the storm Just getting going Don’t mean any harm Don’t mean any harm [SOLOS] 6’5” Kentucky with a cracked black tooth Looks me up and over, then we walk to his booth Sets his steel on the table, eyebrow a twitching Says that Maggie’s his lady and his finger is itching She made the move, didn’t have a ring With God as my witness, it didn’t mean a thing It’s not about honor, not about pride Just don’t want to rush it to the other side Here come the madness Here come the storm Dodge another bullet by hugging the rail A few broken bones, but only one night in jail With a little more slide and a little less skid I’ll be sowing my oats like Lemon Drop Kid [ Chorus] (c) Steve Katz

about

Dizzy Hat started in early 2013 as a dark, nicotine-stained B-side cover band with a few originals mixed in for good measure. Within a year, the band started turning all of its musical attention to off-beat original music.

Dizzy Hat's first release, the Early Years, popped out like a screaming newborn on September 20 and is set to entertain and offend at least a few of its listeners.

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released September 20, 2014

Steve Katz (Composition, Vocals, Bass)
Lindsay Paine (Guitar)
Peter Vircks (Saxophone)
Rick Nair (Drums)

Special thanks to:

Brian Ziemniak (Keys on Tracks 3, 4 and 7)
Olivia Katz (Cello on Track 1)
Peter Anderson (Engineering and Mixing)
Kerry Thompson (Art design)

Recorded at Flowers Studio in Minneapolis

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