Dashboard Elvis

by Dead Beat Daddios

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Released January, 2011.

Hugh Martin - vocals, guitars, organ
Jim Carden, vocals, drums, percussion
Mal McBeath - bass, vocals

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released January 1, 2011

All songs recorded and produced by the Dead Beat Daddios at
Fig Tree studio and Pie Street studio, Brisbane.

Mixed and mastered by Malcolm McBeath at Pie Street studio.

Artwork design and layout by Hugh Martin.

Words and music J Carden (1, 7, 8, 11), P Cumming (2, 3, 6, 10, 12), H Martin (4), P Cumming / V Gay (5), J Carden / T Palmer (9).

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Dead Beat Daddios Melbourne, Australia

The Dead Beat Daddios play a blend of guitar driven alt-country and melodic blues based pop, with lashings of vocal harmonies and solid grooves to get even the laziest toes tapping.

The music draws on a lifelong love of great songwriting. Their debut album, Dashboard Elvis, received critical acclaim on release and was picked up by ABC612 and 4ZZZ.
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Track Name: Belly Tanker Blues
Belly Tanker Blues (by J Carden)

A belly tank from a fighter plane
A steering wheel from an old Fairlane
Gear box and motor from a Toyota sedan
Then he became
The Bellytanker Man

Wiping tears of speed from his tight white knuckles
Dashboard Elvis and a Repco buckle
Strapping in his demons in his fire suit
And Dunlop Volley shoes
Right then he got them
Belly Tanker Blues

When you're out on the salt
And there's no-one else to blame
the wheel begins to shudder
Twin pipes begin to flame
Balls to the wall, crusty glasses too
Twin pipes popping, aint no stopping
Belly Tanker Blues

When you're out on the salt
And there's no-one else to blame
the wheel begins to shudder
Twin pipes begin to flame
Balls to the wall, crusty glasses too
Twin pipes popping, aint no stopping
Belly Tanker Blues

Wiping tears of speed from his tight white knuckles
Dashboard Elvis and a Repco buckle
Strapping in his demons in his fire suit
And Dunlop Volley shoes
Right then he got them
Belly Tanker Blues
Right then he got them
Belly Tanker Blues
Balls to the wall
Belly Tanker Blues
Track Name: It Had To Be Done
It Had to be Done (by Paul Cumming)

Here's a letter I meant to send to you
But it won't say anything you want it to
Just more of what I said before
Must I count the words out one by one
I've never been good at ending things, but it had to be done

I don't love you, I never said I did
But you chose to ignore something I never hid
You thought that loving me twice as much would make it all right
Be enough love for everyone
I've never been good at ending things, but it had to be done

I still want you, as a friend
But I was too much of a coward to tell you then
I should have had my say before you went away
I hope this hasn't ruined your whole day
Well it ruined that day and each subsequent week
And when I see you now I still can't speak, but
Thanks for that letter, such a thoughtful one
I tried to make sense of it but I made none
Was it something you wish you'd never begun?
Are you happier now you've had your fun?

I've never been good at ending things
I've never been good at ending things
I've never been good at ending things
But it had to be done
Track Name: Just Can't Get Angry With You
I Just Can't Get Angry With You (by Paul Cumming)

You sit there before me you lines already rehearsed
This could be the last time you leave me, it's not the first
Say what you might, and even if it's all true
I'm not going to fight, just can't get angry with you

I'm a fool to myself really believing that I
Could reach the standards you set so impossibly high
I'm not a saint, that was the best I could do
If that's your complaint, I just can't get angry with you

Maybe I, might just try
Hurling some juicy abuse as you say goodbye
And justify, the reasons why
You want me to crawl to a corner, curl up and die

So get really mad, the best form of defence is attack
That would just hurt me, not make me not want you back
You can't make me hate you, if that's what you're trying to do
It's really too late, I just can't get angry with you

Now I find out you're leaving little old me far behind
To visit new countries with that new man on your mind
You need a crutch, we know it's nothing new
But I love you so much, just can't get angry with you
Track Name: House For Sale
House For Sale (by H Martin)

House for sale, I'm moving on
I couldn't tell you what went wrong
But this house is for sale it won't be for sale long

The gutters leak and the back door creaks
The porch is leaning into next week
This could be the bargain you were waiting for

It was once the sweetest of all homes
With a big old garden where the kids would roam
But now they're gone and it's only a house for sale

chorus
What good is sitting still while all around is falling
I wish I'd known while there was time to heed the warning

Instrumental

House for sale it's going cheap
Just put your money down and it's yours to keep
House for sale, it's going going gone

chorus

repeat v
Track Name: Incoming Call
Incoming Call (by Paul Cumming / Vivienne Gay)

I'm on the line now you're engaged
For hours now I've cried and raged
The phone's clenched feebly in my hand
I'm calling you to make a stand
We played a game somebody won
And thought it was a lot of fun
We played a game somebody lost
And I'm calling you to count the cost

chorus
I am the voice that you fear
You can't call me while I'm still here
And if you don't want me at all (then tell me)
Cause you can't cut puff an incoming call

This other man you're trying to dial
Will be waiting quite a while
Try to call him constantly
First you'll have to talk to me
You don't leave me any choice
Pick up the phone you'll hear my voice
I'm not going to disconnect

chorus

I've pulled the phone into my bed
And while I'm dreaming you can dread
And while I'm sleeping you can sweat
On how to finish this duet
You and I have got to speak
I don't care if it takes a week
For you to get the guts to tell me
Come to you or go to hell
Track Name: If That's What It Takes
If That's What It Takes (by P Cumming)

I had just got back to town
I was quietly poking my nose around
When I saw you beating up my old pal
And I said to myself "That's a hell of a girl"

Our friend introduced us, we had a little beer
Then he drove home while he could still steer
And you gave me the chill, gave me the frost
Gave me a look that said, "Boy get lost"

Then about four hours later
While I was casually drowning in gin
I looked down to see you had your hand on my knee
And you were dribbling down your chin

chorus
If that's what it takes to want me
Fill yourself up to the brink
'Cause if you've got to be drunk to love me
Don't stop to think
Go right ahead and drink

The next time we met was at a BBQ
We were standing round talking to that fella we knew
When something I said must have been misread
'Cause you looked at me like I was something dead

I wandered off wondering "How could you forget?"
I didn't realize you hadn't drink enough yet
I didn't know you didn't mean to be rude
The simple fact was you weren't sufficiently stewed

But when I found you face down in a rosebush
You sat up and gave me a wink
Then with a swig of champagne we were on again
And I knew I had found the link

So now if you ignore me
I know what I have to do
Make sure you get drunk before me
And the rest will happen on cue

So if I want to find you I don't have to look far
Just about two feet from the nearest bar
With a song on your lips and your favorite drop
And a gleam in your eye that says you're not going to stop

We could leap into an airplane, jump into a cab
Or walk down to the local and run up a tab
Or go to your house my ultimate goal
'Cause the frigidaire is rigid there with alcohol

And by the light of that silvery Simpson
You'll vaguely try to think of my name
Track Name: Map 58
Map 58 Blues (by J Carden)

A bayside glitter strip
Homeless backpacker hip
But it’s where I met my mate
Down on Map 58

She said baby you gotta keep in mind
You can wander but you gonna find
You can never replicate
Life on Map 58

They say you never find your love on the north side of town
You will soon will soon discover
Your lifetime lover is found
On the northside of ….

Townhouse overlooking the bay
This time I think I’m gonna stay
Right here with my baby
Got the Map 58 Blues

Drove an EJ down from the tropical north
Workin tables through a dancing course
A tiny flat with a mate
Above the streets of Map 58

She met a boy from out in the ‘burbs
Ears ringing with her sister’s words
Don’t ya ever go and date
Outside Map 58

He said baby what’s the worry
You always in a hurry to get back
She said yeah I want be your wife
But I miss my little life down there on Fitzroy…

Street life can’t compare
Takin in the ozone air
Gotta make a date back to Map 58

Got nothing left to lose
Got the Map 58 Blues

The only life to choose
The Map 58 Blues
Track Name: Flatline
Flatline (by J Carden)

Not Feeling Happy, not Feeling Sad
Not Feeling Good, not Feeling Bad
If it gets too hard to deal with feelin's n shit
Just Flatline, baby, you'll get over it

Beautiful wife got a beautiful boy
I saw him comin and I yawned with joy
You find your karma in the blood n the screams
Flatline it, you know what I mean

Not Feeling Happy, not Feeling Sad
not Feeling Good, not Feeling Bad
Too much hassle with emotional stuff
Just Flatline, baby, when enough is enough

Now I'm a grandad, kids on my lap
Try to keep it cool and stay real flat

Don't get too low, don't get too high
I'm a flatline daddy, that's how I get by
Track Name: Swamp Chicken Boogie
Swamp Chicken Boogie
(by J Carden/ T Palmer)

Moonlight down at the dock
Hight time for shooting croc
Load up the tinnie
Got the Bundy Rum
Scope out her mum's favourite gun
My crackshot woman's got a 303
And a swamp Chicken Boogie killer recipe

Swamp Chicken Boogie
In the pan
Swamp Chicken Boogie
Bush chili jam
Swamp Chicken Boogie
Cajun Style
Swamp Chicken Boogie
Outback Wild

Death roll daddy deep in the mud
Only comes out for a bucket of blood
He aint no skinny little lizard from the River Nile
He's a 6 foot salt water crocodile
Drag him back to the fishing camp
You'd better watch out for that ranger, man

Chorus

Eyes reflecting in the light
Unsuspecting in the sight
My baby stands up on her country thighs
And plugs that lizard right between the eyes
Track Name: Common Ground
Common Ground (by Paul Cumming)

Well I once knew a girl and I loved her too
But she went to the country to find something to do
She went to the country to have herself a look around
And it’s so sad the way our lives unwound
She won’t leave the country, and I can’t leave the town
But somewhere we’re going to find some common ground

She was so sophisticated a real hip chick
But now she walks like a horse, she’s a real hick
She used to do it at the disco now the square dance is where she gets down
And I’m thinking while I’m drinking so my sorrows get drowned
Why can’t I quit the city, why won’t she come to town?
Somewhere, we’re going to find some common ground

BRIDGE –
I’ve been alone so long I’ve cried and I’ve cried
I’ve got a phone bill with noughts falling off the side
I call her and say come to me, so we can be near
But she says if you want to see me you’d better come here

I still love her, maybe she loves me
Oh where is that promised land where we can live happily?
She won’t come to the city so I’d best be country bound
But then one day her wagon wheel might roll around
To bring a little country into the town
Somewhere, we’re going to find that common ground
Track Name: Lost
Lost (by J Carden)

I was lost
Said she was going home
I was blown away
Left me on my own
I just could not see
She was gonna take my home

Well she told me that she loved me
Promised me the world
Then she stopped doing things
That a man expects from a girl
I just could not see
She was gonna take my world

I was lost
Sleeping all day long
Staying up all night
Confusing right and wrong
I learnt to play the blues
And I wrote down this song

I was lost
But then along came you
You picked me right up, baby
When I was black and blue
And now the hurt it feels good
You got me singing the blues

No longer lost
I got a woman of my own
She knows just when to come
And when to leave me alone
And when I need good loving
All I gotta do is phone
Track Name: He's Got a Way With Women
He's Got a Way With Women (by P Cumming)

I still call him a friend I guess
I know I should hate him but I just like him less
I used to love him I must confess
But then I used to love her more

He’s got a smile, style, the need to possess
And a sulk if he somehow fails to impress
And he plays at love like he plays at chess
Making moves and taking score

And he loves to cause a stir
And he had to pick on her

And he’s got a way with women
They get along just fine
He’s got a way with women
And he got away with mine

She and me lived together in a two roomed flat
And he used to drop by for an innocent chat
He was funnier than me and I loved him for that
I was naïve like I was born yesterday

And he’d sit next to her, where I usually sat
He’s such a natural diplomat
That I couldn’t see what he was working at
As he slowly nibbled away

And as her Disney eyes grew wide
I couldn’t see what he couldn’t hide

That he’s got a way with women
A way I can’t define
But he’s got a way with women
And he got away with mine

And then one night when I fell through the door
I found she didn’t live with me any more

And he’s got a way with women
That sends a shiver down my spine
He’s got a way with women
And he got away with mine

In her letter she said, “It’s for the best”
And when I asked him, he confessed
That what he wanted now was a new conquest
And that I still might have a chance with her yet

And I want to talk to her, but every time I try
I just get an overwhelming urge to cry
She can’t look at me or tell me why
So love gets replaced by regret

And I thought about respect and I thought about trust
I thought about affection and I thought about lust
And I eventually thought that I eventually must just
Move away and forget

Why didn’t I realise
He was performing a technical exercise
And that he didn’t really want his prize
‘Cause he only wants what he can’t get

But he can’t take all the blame
It takes two to play that game

And he’s got away with women
As I ignored every sign
He got away with women
And he got away with mine

But your friend is still someone at the end of the day
Who knows all bout you but likes you anyway
So good luck and goodbye is all I should say
It’s time I moved away and forgot

But he’ll be leaving her in the Spring
‘Cause Summer’s round the corner and it’s the usual thing
With all the temptations that Summer can bring
He’ll be out of the door like a shot

‘Cause he’s got a way with women
With delights they can’t decline
He’s got a way with women
And he got away with mine

He’s got a way with women
With charms he can’t confine
He’s got a way with women
And he got away with mine