oh boy, another original Mats tribute song…

yeah, well, this one works in all the album titles as a narrative, so there!

here it hear

“Sentimental Institution”

Hey Mrs. Stinson?
Can Tim come out to play today?
She said she was pleased to meet me
But don’t tell a soul, just let it be

It’s a shame about Bob
Feels like he taught me ‘n Dando half of our chops
Paul and Chris can still turn a phrase
And I’m praying Tommy’s laying off the lampshades

Sorry Ma, forgot to take out the trash
I know you think it stinks
But I’m all shook down
Still recovering from the Hootenany

Even  ten twenty years later, it still sounds fresh
(At least I haven’t gotten sick of it yet)
Well it’s a dedication from a fan

And I’m praying they’ll be laying out
The welcome Mats
At the sentimental institution to you
The sentimental institution from me

To you
And some boy
Named Goo

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I forgot my one line so I just said what I felt

Okay. I’m working on this funky project thing that is going to remain shrouded in semi-secret for a bit here. However, in the creation of this semi-secret project I need some help from you, the smartest, most best Westernerds ever.

What I need is a great gob of Westerberg/’Mats one-liners. You know the lyrics that really kicked you in the teeth/ass/heart. Let me hear ‘em.

Trick is they need to be short, short, short 10-12 words max. The shorter the better.

Some of the ones I came up with on my own:
I will dare.
I hate music
Hot ‘un
(shut up, they do go beyond song titles, okay)
Playing makeup, wearing guitar
Wild & Lethal
My heart could use some glasses

Got it? Get to it. I need between 50-75 of these short little quips.

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