a fistful of pills


01. Hang On Tight
02. Butterfield 8
03. Continental Breakfast
04. Good Thing Going
05. Brand New Pair Of Eyes
06. Rock & Roll Heart
07. Fighting Words
08. Slam Book
09. You Could Have Kept That To Yourself
10. Almost Inman Square
11. Rub My Eyes
12. Kissing The Dirt
13. Ballad Of Don Crawford



Check out Corin's tour diaries from 2004.


She fell into my lap like a subscription card. I could tell without lookin' it was getting pretty hard to ignore the facts that were all too clear: I hadn't asked her to come, but she was already here.

Hang on tight. This could be the ride of your life.

Drinkin' all day in a bar without a clock. Then I started thinkin' - then I had to stop. I'm on the wrong side of the country and I'm talking to the mirror. He thinks it's time to call her - I just wish she could be nearer.




Well you need someone to catch you when you fall down and out of view. It's assumed you'll keep me on the run. But it's no fun being your loaded gun.

Now you keep me around for kicks, To do some favors or to fix. Every little thing that comes undone. But it's no fun being your loaded gun.

And your great success should afford some happiness. But all you get is me and an itchy trigger finger. Can't you see that you seem somewhat off your aim? And you'll need someone new to blame. Wipe your mouth and button up, you're done.

It's no fun being your loaded gun.



I don't wanna have another continental breakfast with you. I don't wanna have another continental breakfast with you. Sitting in your hotel room, choking on your cheap perfume. I don't wanna have another continental breakfast - I don't wanna have another continental breakfast - I don't wanna have another continental breakfast with you!



So Mary Mary's got a new friend; Some little drip that she pulled out of the rain. I'm not inclined to ever count my blessings, But there must be more to life than you undressing. I'm left out and pushed aside. You drop the mono-man in a safe corner of your mind.

You've got a good thing going, you've got a good thing going. You've got a good thing going in me.

Oh Mary Mary, you're so full of grace, And very heavy is the price you pay. Forever pounding on your rosary, I'm looking up, you're looking down on me. And you're all set and so unkind. To lead a better life, you pushed our dreams aside.

You've got a good thing going, you've got a good thing going. You've got a good thing going in me. How does your garden grow?



Does he know about the sacred spot between your shoulder blades? Does he know to wrap his feet around your legs at night? Does he know about your student loans? Or the way your favorite rocking chair groans. As you rise to make the tea, as you rise to catch the T?

'Cuz I know, I know so this is really no surprise. I know, I know that baby needs a brand new pair of eyes.

Does he know the way you cried when your dear old Gammy went away? Was he there to stroke your back as you leant to kiss her cold, gray cheek? Does he know how your tender little heart sank? Does he know why your father really left the bank? Does he know why you cry at night, Does he know why you cry at night?


I knew you'd be trading me in soon, But oh you're so predictable, the way you worked the room was just despicable.

Does he know the way you'll run at the slightest hint of stability? Does he know how you left your last true love to take up with me?




Pick it up tomorrow. I can leave it undeneath the stairs. If you can't come over, I could wait inside all day.

Take away the beating of my rock 'n' roll heart. Rough 'n' tough. Couldn't get enough of that stuff. Take away the beating of my rock 'n' roll heart but you can't forget who you are.

If it's truly over, take some time; comprehend the loss. Have our souls been saved yet? Is there interest in the work we've caused?




He's self-absorbed and super absorbent. She is polite and unimportant. She draws him near and whispers, "Clearly this is serious." She wonders what he's thinking of - she thinks that she's in love. And he says...

Smile when you say that, smile when you say that - Them's is fightin' words!

On this sad pair, let us now draw the curtain. We'll focus on a man who seems more certain. He tells his lover there will never be another one, tells her what is in his heart: they'll never be apart and she says



To my dear friend, I sing these sad stories. I tell her that my heart is filled with worry. I tell her all the things I never thought of thinking of. Tell her that I'm giving up - can't believe in love and she says...




Skirt dropper, skin popper, who knows where this will end? Your mother calls in concerns from the back of the Benz. And the Pope on a rope says to keep your knees closed. Erotic vagrancy was the charge that he throws, and it's one kick for the desperate and one kick for the weak. I'm one hit past pathetic, and your heaving, heaving……

Don't wanna be the next page, Don't wanna be the next page, Don't wanna be the next page in your slambook.

You've left a lot of mascara on other people's bellies. One little click to the left and their knees turn to jelly. Another scam in your wham- bam- thank- you, man world. You like to talk dirty, but only about other girls. And it's one kick for the dangerous and one kick for the meek. I'm almost paralytic and your heaving, heaving…




One more cup of coffee and you're almost suitable to send home. One more half- assed seduction and you wobble down dark alleys where you're known. And turn up your collar, turn up the corners of your mouth. Well, look who's turned up now. Darling, here's to your health, here's to your health.

You could have kept that to yourself. You could have kept that to yourself.

One more washed-out Xerox of the thousand pouty blondes who've come before you. And one more gross encounter with the pleated promises of the man who owns you. Now turn up the TV, turn up your eyes to his grateful shake. Then you'll turn up at my door. Darling, here's to your health, here's to your health.


Self-denying hypocrites think they deserve salvation in a paper cup. But you and I turn up our nose at those who disapprove. Now you turn up in the paper with you're turned up button nose. Like you just fell off the turnip truck. Well here's to your health. One more shopping spree at Neiman Marcus and you almost feel fulfilled. And one more spin around the old block in your new Corniche, just for thrills. And now you turn down the cameo, turn down the interview request. Turns out success is not such fun, but here's to your wealth, here's to your wealth.




I guess I'll accept the charges, got my pride stuck in my throat just like a herring bone collar. The criminal instinct won out. As a matter of fact, yeah, I was the first liar.

The view from the flowerbox reveals all my lofty aspirations dissolved upon your actual arrival. And dear departed dreams are just a flimsy bit of gauze covering something awful.

Light without heat keeps us buzzing around though it doesn't seem fair. Light without heat; Just two fireflies in winter, we were almost Inman Square.

Now sharpen your #2. This is a test of your emotional bullshit system, and the echoplex in my head is a loop of all we might have been.


Now the leaves start to scatter on the crooked street. Soon comes the fall. And the lone bell ringing in the city square seems to say it all.



And I still don't believe it. When I went downstairs and opened up my door, there was everything I've needed - all I've thought and wished and hoped and prayed and dreamed about and more.

I've been waiting for it so long, can't ignore it. Every day still takes me by surprise. I look at her and I still rub my eyes.

Fully grown and feeling empty. Did she know I was completely incomplete? Now every morning since she met me, I will rise and rub my eyes to find I'm still inside a dream.


There must be some sort of catch. Could it be I've met my match? Could it be that I've found everything I need? And if she ever leaves, I'll wipe my weeping eyes all my life.




Every pointed object has my eyeball painted on it but my paranoia keeps me safe 'n' sound. When the socket's jammed with plugs and the toaster's in the tub, you know I'm not around. 'Cause you can't get into trouble when you're livin' in a bubble with a hard hat and a bulletproof vest. When the Geiger counter dances, I'm not taking any chances - I'll be safe beneath my desk.

You'll catch a shock if you're not well grounded. Take that advice for what it is worth. And run to me when the alarm is sounded. You can't fall down when you're kissing the dirt.

Everything you do is frightening - playing golf out in the lightning and you take away my breath. You're running with the scissors on the thin ice from the blizzard and you scare me half to death. You're the horror movie hero in the scariest scene. I shout this warning up at your screen...




I'll be holdin' back the tears, as I'm pullin' outta here. Into days of endless nights, and just shiftin' through the years. But I won't be hard to find, beneath that Carolina sky, You can hear that diesel whine, as I'm rollin' off the miles.

All these cigarettes and cheap cassettes will hold me on for weeks. While I'm starin' through the windshield glass with nothin' good too see.

Oh but I won't sleep a wink. Till I reach that other side, with the load brought in on time. You just keep between the marks, and just hold it down the line.

All these lonely roads don't take me any place but far from you, And I'm sittin' in the drivers seat, but what else can I do?

There ain't nothin' I can do. Till your eyes are back in sight, and I'm far away from here I'll be pullin' outta gear, but still shiftin' through the years, Shiftin' through the years. Shiftin' through the years. Shiftin' through the years.



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