The Lockhorns

This is the Lockhorns, “Sober Sessions.” Me, Tex, Joe Katz and Steve “Reno” Dansiger helping us out on the drums. Will Dial harmonizes throughout, Bob DuCharme solos on “I Want You Around.” Recorded by a guy named Ed Bair who had come up from Athens, GA and had a little studio on the Lower East Side.

I Want You Around

It’s the same old bar but different faces
Those were my last coherent thoughts before I drowned
Now at the bottom of my glass I can see traces
Of a guy I used to be back in another round

I may not know what I believe in
But there’s a lot of kings and queens that ain’t been crowned
All I can say as I get through each damn day
Is don’t you know that I want you around

Now I’ve been around to different places
And I ended up in a land that time forgot
If you ever looked into Neanderthal faces
You’d scream a panicked “why” and receive a blithe “why not?”

I may not know what I believe in
But there’s a lot of kids in Queens that ain’t been crowned
All I can say as I get through each damn day
Is don’t you know that I want you around
(You know I do)

Something Impossible

This is the original version, which I’ve always slightly preferred. It’s capo-ed, as it was written. In the All-Girl Band version I’m cheating, playing open chords because nobody remembered to bring a capo.

There is nothing you can say I won’t believe
I know you think I’m so naïve
But I could list the things that bring me down
It just won’t mean a thing without you

How we end up is no concern
Sometimes you teach, sometimes you learn
And even in a case where I succeed
It just won’t mean a thing without you

I got something in my head today
And I can’t believe it’s true
Though we have to move ahead
I can’t help but think of what I left behind
Something impossible on my mind

I try to take comfort in living hell
It really gets bad when things go well
And let’s not even talk about the upper hand
It just won’t mean a thing without you

Got no big plans, no grand designs
Just wanna stabilize my vital signs
And even in a case where I succeed
It just won’t mean a thing without you

Pebbles on the Beach

Lots of real live girls in this one all mashed together. Not one of ’em named Pebbles, though. Back then I still believed in the California dream. And the Rolling Stones, clearly. (Well, actually, I still believe in the Stones.)

Pebbles called me from the airport
She said her flight had been delayed
I wasn’t home, but then I hardly ever was
I still wish that she had stayed

She’s just as warm as April’s showers
And just as sharp as Rose’s thorns
And just as sweet as Georgia’s luscious peach
My little Pebbles on the beach

When I met her she was working in a bar room
And I admit back then I wanted more
Than just to be her friend, from now until the end
But of course I don’t feel that way anymore

She never told a soul about her big escape plan
Saved up all her money cutting hair
The last time she cut mine we smoked hash and drank red wine
And I paid her thirty dollars which seemed fair

Now she’s bought a used LeSabre out in Oxnard
Guns it ’round those turns on Highway One
From Monterey to Santa Barbara
Looking for her acre in the sun


Songs about dead friends — who doesn’t love this genre? This was a slow, depressed funeral song until Tex & Joe got ahold of it.

Started as a whim then it became a major proposition
Phebe said she had to find out, had to find out what came after wishin’
So she grabbed a bunch of clothes out of the trunk beside her bed
She tried an orange sequin thing but settled on a black silk dress instead

Summer clouds they gathered by the force of her command
A force that had begun to take its toll
It rained so hard I huddled with a friend I couldn’t stand
The night that Phebe sold her soul

Myself I was drinking in a bar way uptown
I mean 181st Street, way uptown
The Irish guy who shoved me knocked my whiskey on the bar
I turned to glare at him but just backed down

Later on in another bar in another part of town
My clothes were soaked and my eyes were buring red
Rain splashed on the window as the magic let her down
In her room a candle flickered then was dead

The End of the World

I don’t know what possessed me to cover this. I still get a little swoony at Tex’s guitar solo, though.

5 Replies to “The Lockhorns”

  1. Did Woolsey sing this lyric properly on the Hunting Accident cover? I think he might sing “kings and queens” instead of “kids in queens..” Anyway… this, and “Little Things” are among my favorite songs of yours…

  2. Thanks, Jim. And remember, there are no stupid comments.

    “Kings and queens” was the original (and more universal “gimme”) line. When we started to rehearse it for the first time, somebody misheard the lyrics — it may have been Joe Katz (who is from Queens; this song always makes me think of him) — and said “Hey, what was that line about kids in Queens?” Of course, I liked that better in a way, more specific, so thereafter I just sang both.

  3. Ahem…if I recall rightly (and I regard my memory as infallible, even now), it was I who came up with “kids in Queens.” The twinge of shame the line elicits to this day convinces me I’m right.

  4. Will, what are you doing over here on my defunct blog?
    Since I have no idea, I am happy to trust your memory.
    But why the shame?

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