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Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

by The Shy Guys

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1.
Shy Guys!
2.
Jukebox 02:20
Friday night and we're out drinking at the bar now. Liquored up and I'm seeing stars now. This beer tastes just like water. Bartender, gimme four more quarters! This song really rocks! Knocks me right out of my socks! Let's have some more shots! And dance to the jukebox! Having fun and we own the night now. Rock n roll makes us feel all right now. Got my friends and a pint of Guinness. My selection should play when this song's finished. And then we can rock! I put in $5, so we're set until 3 o'clock! Let's have some more shots! And dance to the jukebox!
3.
I know it's hard when no one listens. So goddamn hard to know the difference between growing up and going nuts. Perhaps there's no difference at all. You're just a kid searching for direction, wondering why nobody can answer your question. They just say: "Who the fuck knows or cares where the ducks go when the freezing snow starts to fall?" I didn't write Holden Caulfield. You didn't write Holden Caulfield. No matter how lonely we all feel, Salinger wrote Holden Caulfield. I know you're tired of the creeps and the morons, and you wish that all the phonies were gone. But hey, that includes yourself and me as well. We've still got a long way to go. I used to dream of being a catcher in the rye. And though I'll never let that dream die, I've learned I can't catch them all. Sometimes I've got to let them fall, like I fell myself long ago. If you feel like you're getting a raw deal, and you wanna just put up your forcefield, hang on! No matter how lonely we all feel, Salinger wrote Holden Caulfield.
4.
Sarah's feeling bad again. Her sadness made her sad again. She wishes that she had a friend, one friend in this whole world. Sarah doesn't understand why we hurt each other all the time. This hard world just wasn't designed for such a fragile girl. So she sits in her room, waiting for something to change. What will it take to make Sarah smile? I haven't seen that look upon her face in quite a while. Of all the wonders from New York down to the Nile, nothing compares to that girl when she smiles. Sarah's learning the hard way that hearts are broken every day. She can't believe she has to stay trapped in this living hell. But those people who would paralyze her and steal the sparkle from her eyes were called on all the filthy lies they tried so hard to sell. Still, now we need an exorcist to free her from their ghosts. What will it take to make Sarah smile? What could widen those eyes when every day becomes a trial? She takes the cake, in both substance and style. This grey world shines like the sun when she smiles. Sarah, lay your head on mine. Let tears flow like wine. And above all tonight, know that things will be all right. Sarah, have a little patience. All your expectations may not work out like you planned, but if you reach out and take my hand, you'll change the world just enough. I'll be great for having known your touch. What will it take to make Sarah smile? This caged and broken girl needs to heed the call of the world, and maybe she will realize that this world is not so vile. And no one will be denied the joy that is her smile. Sarah, smile.
5.
My cloudy vertigooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
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Sonnet 130 02:01
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
7.
Cougar Girl 03:41
You're not invincible, but you'll still be all right. You're not invisible, but you're still outta sight! You don't have a big machine gun or bones grafted with adamantium, but you still put up one hell of a fight. Cougar Girl, please rule my world. Hypnotize my mind with your pink and black swirls. You're a supergirl, with eyes gleaming like pearls. I hope that you'll always be my friendly neighborhood Cougar Girl. You don't have ESP, you can't get in people's minds. So do you mind telling me how you got stuck in mine? Strength of ten men, courage under fire, with a wit as sharp as razor wire. And you always show up when I flash your sign. Those fiends exposed you to their nuclear reactor! I guess they didn't bet on your healing factor! You're my heroine, and I don't want rehab. Please take my heart in to analyze at the lab. You'll find that it's forever true, and I'll always fight beside you. You'll always have my hand to grab. The sky is blue. The sun is red. I'm in a room with walls of lead. And Cougar Girl is flying through my head. 'Nuff said.
8.
Red City 03:39
Come on, let's go, let's have some fun! We're gonna be ourselves, fuck everyone! We aren't rude and we aren't mean. The worst thing we'll do is maybe scream! We don't know what we're gonna do, or when it's gonna happen, or with who. We know we're not forever young. Not too much time left to have fun! We're going on a trip! It's never gonna end! We'll piss off our enemies and find out who's our friends. We'll take this shitty town and totally paint it red! And we won't calm down until the day we are dead!
9.
I've been trying to solve your mystery. Ever since you first kissed me, I've been trying to solve your mystery. Ever since I got hooked, I've been drawing hearts in my casebook. Come on - the game's afoot! But try as I might, I just can't understand the dreams dancing under your speckled headband. Logic and observation fail. My deduction skills pale when compared to the enigma of each breath you exhale. I'm searching for clues, like Sherlock Holmes. But Professor Moriarty, you're not. I'm searching for clues, like Sherlock Holmes. So far, this broken heart's the only lead I've got. I've been trying to solve your mystery. Ever since you first dissed me, I've been trying to solve your mystery. But you keep fucking with my head, contradicting things you've said by saying different things instead. For now I'll just read between the lines that I've heard - the instant messages I've cut-n-paste to Microsoft Word, and read with eyes of red. Your words screaming in my head. You're going... going... Maud Gonne! And I'm going to bed. And when I think about the things you said to me, it's elementary my dear: "I don't know what I want. But while I'm young and dumb, I wanna have some fun. You can wait right here." Should there come a time when you make up your mind, you know where I'll be; I'm never hard to find. I'll be writing out X's and O's, whiting out hexes and woes, and finally declaring this case closed. I'm searching for clues like Sherlock Holmes, though lately I just feel like Slylock Fox.
10.
North Dakota 01:20
you don't want to know
11.
Times Change 04:25
I'm sorry you didn't know I was joking. I'm sorry I hurt you. My sense of humor can be pretty dry. I don't hate you. I never could. Not for a million dollars, not for my life. I tend to exaggerate - it won't be a million years before I'm back on my feet, probably just two or three. Until then, try to smile at me, put up with my putdowns, and I swear I'll smile back whenever I've got the strength. Lives change with time. And mine has survived a thousand suicides and side-stepped a million landmines. Going through a tough time, but times change and I'll be fine. Hey, I'm sorry if I scared you. I guess I'm in a bad mood today. Maybe we should just say goodnight, until tomorrow. We'll see how things are then. You say you don't know how to deal with this. You're not a licensed therapist, just a friend. I know you're getting tired of listening to me mope, but if you want me to be quiet baby, you'll have to slash my throat. Because as long as I've gotta voice, I'm gonna bitch and whine until someone makes a choice to change their mind. You held me. It felt sweet. But baby, now your hold is growing weak.

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The Shy Guys' final album

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released December 31, 2002

Recorded & mixed @ THE LOFT in Bronxville, NY in autumn of 2002
Engineered by John Fewell
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Studios
Backing vocals on "Times Change" and "Sherlock Holmes" by Hallie Bullit
Cover art by Carla Menera

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The Shy Guys were:
Charles Camacho
Chadd Derkins
Chris Grivet
Jonnie Whoa Oh

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