Terrible Man Single

by The Odd Socks

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released August 13, 2012

Recorded at The ECHO CHAMBER by JAMES O'TOOLE

Photo credit: Ryan Ryan McNeill rmcphoto.carbonmade.com

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The Odd Socks Dartmouth, Nova Scotia

A folk-punk band from Dartmouth, NS. consisting of Jeff DeCoste (lead vocals, guitar), Ian Rogers (back up vocals, guitar), Nick O'Leary (Bass), and Dylan Jewers (Drums)

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Track Name: Terrible Man
I’m afraid that I’m a terrible man. I’m afraid that I’m a terrible man. Well I don’t do say hi, [he ignores the existence] of the ladies walking by [he's a terrible man]. I hoot and howl [now he's paying attention] when their looking so fine, [he's a terrible man]. I spit and I cough, [and he yells and he bellows] and I use dirty talk, [he's a terrible man]. I might be a terrible man caught in a place where my position makes you mad. I might me a terrible man but this is who I am. I’m afraid that I’m a terrible man. I’m afraid that I’m a terrible man. I laugh in her face [when she tells him her feelings] life is too short to waste [he's a terrible man] I smoke tobacco smoke all day [even though she hates it] I ask her if she wants a drag [he's a terrible man] I play my guitar, [and he yells and he bellows] don’t have to listen to her talk [he's a terrible man]. So yell at me with your anger and sigh at me with your shame. Kick me out with your authority. Tell your friends about me and notify security ‘cause I will be back again. I’m afraid that I’m a terrible man [tell them where to go son, tell them where to go]
Track Name: The Linden
I've got a house that the sun don't stain, the paint don't peal, and the basement drains. I've got a house made of concrete reinforced with steel so the walls don't creek. It's a good young house made nice and strong the world might end but it won't fall. But this house ain't my home ‘cause it's got no soul. I've got a street without a crack, without a bump, without a scratch. Sidewalks are wide and the grass is mowed the trees are small but they will grow. On my street we don’t j-walk ‘cause we're afraid of getting caught. But this street ain't my home ‘cause it's got no soul. Well my beard is old and my face is young I should shave it off that's what I'm told. I do not look professional but that depends on your perception of. I waste my time with hooligans: stupid people doing stupid things. But I won’t find no soul, until I find a home. This house ain't my home cause it's got no soul I was not made in Taiwan but everything that I’ve got on was. And these shoes were made to walk so when I dance they fall apart. I did not buy pre-worn jeans every hole has a memory and my youthfulness is blind but I see shit all the time. How can my actions be justified if all I did was sit around and lie? Well this street ain’t my home cause it’s got no soul I’ve never been in a Camaro and neither has anyone else that I know so take me to where the roads are bumpy hug the center line cause the sides are eroding, drop me off on the side of the road and let my soul go. These elders look at me as if I have killed a man they don’t think that I belong here and I cant disagree with them. "if your grandfather saw you today he'd roll over in his grave." I think he’d be more upset that you think you know how he would behave. There is not fate involved with this, this is not how it’s meant to be, Some day ill move away from this dammed place, a little bit of strength in my knees.