The Tennessee Major

by Proof and Proving

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The Tennessee Major is a collection of six songs in the key of C major. They're fun songs to drink and play live, so I figured they'd be fun to record. Only five are posted here; the sixth comes with the download. The sixth song has the best solo I've ever performed in a studio, so I highly suggest downloading the album to get it!

Video for "Not Sorry":
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Esa3dAhbhDc

Video for "222" (from European tour):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuXvwFKFnFg

And other videos at www.youtube.com/proofandproving !

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released 05 August 2011

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tags: acoustic folk post hardcore punk singer-songwriter Philadelphia

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Track Name: Tennessee
At a strung out bar down in Tennessee with nothing else left to do, well, I raise this shot straight to my lips and pretended it was you.

At a strung out bar down in Tennessee with the whiskey running me dry, well, I pissed away a hard earned day to feel less empty inside

and the best remedy for this is a kiss from your sweet lips. A thousand miles away, it's another day that I'll wallow in my shit.

All it took was a trip down to Tennessee to see what you mean to me and more. But sorry, babe, I'll have to say I've never been to Tennessee before.
Track Name: A.N.D.
Text away excuse. Today I bet I'll find the courage to call you out on your coy acts and your silly little games. It shouldn't have taken the fun balloons in the refuse to open my eyes but they are wide and they're ready for a new gauge. Ruin the game of life - and I always found a way to fall for it, when the thumbs do the talking. Batteries are running low, and I've got nowhere else to go, and you thought I'd stay - but not today.
Track Name: Not Sorry
And I'll say tonight:
"Why don't we give this one last try. I'll put away my boyish toys, including my pride. If you'll say that you stay after I tell you that I'm not sorry then I'll promise that I'll tell you what I'd really like to say."
Track Name: We Are Bad People
Look at you with these bloodshot eyes and tell you (tell me) a little white lie I often tell myself. The truth is ugly, and we’re all monsters.

So let’s take this, and we’ll run with it: “we’re all beautiful people”
Maybe I won’t have to fuck you until I love you. Maybe it’ll come naturally; maybe I’ll cum naturally.

Truth is: I’ll love you until the lust runs out. And I’m so scared to be alone that I’ve become accident prone into a monster that would make Furrigno proud.

But shhh...We both know we’re only foolin’. Fooling each other ourselves.

It’s a secret that we don’t have to know because ignorance is bliss and we’ve become little kids and Tale Spin is no description – it’s a show.

When we wanted it we couldn’t have it. Now that we can we don’t want shit.

and I’m still feeling Baloo.

So let’s roll over and go back to sleep. And pretend this all happened; only better.

When we wanted it we couldn’t have it. Now that we can we don’t want shit.

and I’m still feeling Baloo.

So let’s take this (take this), and we’ll run with it (run with it): “we’re all beautiful people”
Maybe I won’t have to fuck you until I love you.
Track Name: 222
Ten years ago back at 222: beer soaking carpet as we hid from Doug and the Duke, and we tried not to puke.

The fire siren screams. "Ahh! The atmosphere!"
Bravo and I feed chip sandwiches to Geer to stomp out em ach. Still don't know if it was too late.

And I know it's just the past. You don't need a home to be a horse's ass.

Let's stay up and practice all through the night. Fatass said if masturbating is wrong he doesn't want to be right. Well, neither do I.

Gorilla suits, piercings, and colored spiked hair,
embezzling money, whoring around - we fine tuned our vices there. Live on our couch Jim. We won't care.

And I know it's just the past. You don't need a home to be a horse's ass. And in these days when we look back surely we can't help ourselves but laugh.