Dumb

by The Pardos

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An EP featuring a song from the new album (out June 1st) as well as two previously unreleased songs.

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released May 25, 2016

Songs written and composed by Adam Rudy
Released by And Records
AND-11-025

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The Pardos Queens, New York

The Pardos are a folk rock duo from Queens, NY. Taking their name from legendary TV announcer Don Pardo, Adam Rudy (vocals, guitar) and Ben Schiery (vocals, accordion) write songs about love, loneliness, and space.

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Track Name: If I Should Die So Young
If I should die before I exploit my art
Please sell these basement tapes
I’ll not try for fidelity or clarity or quality
But just put the price tag on my name
If I should die before I break through to your heart
Please play these basement tapes
The hymns of love I wrote to you
That I had the shame to withhold
If I should die so young

Every song I ever wrote
Recorded in my home and never tried to sell
Drag them out into the world
That rightly had rejected everything else

Let my memory
Fuel the industry
Fall in love with me
With my memory
With my memory

But I died before you were born
My bitter mind and my body torn
Apart by needles and guns
Chalk up another posthumous number one
Chalk up another posthumous number one
Chalk up another posthumous number one

If I should die before I fall out of vogue
Please box up these basement tapes
Put them to wax, remixed and remastered
And profit from my pain
If I should before I lose control
Please disseminate these basement tapes
Let the proceeds go to broken homes
And to my estate
Track Name: Crossed Wires
Mr. Jones is dead
It’s Monday morning, and my head
Is splitting under pressure of its own
Alphabetically
She comes between the dead and me
And I don’t think I’m ever going home

Mr. Jones is dead
And as I fall to earth again
I wonder why we’re born with telephones
Alphabetically
I think she’s somewhere in between
“Eucharist” and “human growth hormone”

Mr. Jones is dead
It’s Tuesday morning, and my head
Is lacking in the things I used to know
Alphabetically
She comes between my head and me
And I don’t think I’m ever going home
Track Name: Dumb
Sit back, relax
It’s almost over
A bird in the hand
And another on your shoulder
Sit back, relax
It’s almost over
Got a third in the bush
And it’s getting colder
Sit back, relax
I’m playing your game
Flying south for the winter
Flying south from the shame
Sit back, relax
I’m going insane
I think I’ve been there for a while now
But either way
But either way

Sit back, relax
I think we’re through
No more keeping up appearances with you

I think I think I think too much
I think I think I think too much
I wanna be dumb
I wanna be dumb
I wanna be dumb
I wanna be dumb

Sit back, relax
They’re plugging you in
Yeah, you’re gonna get smart
And you’re gonna get thin
Sit back, relax
They’re plugging you in
Another consolation prize
For you to win
Sit back, relax
They’re shutting you off
I think it’s time to go sleep
Or it’s time to get lost
Sit back, relax
You’re so far gone
I think you’ve been there for a while now
But I could be wrong
But I could be wrong

Sit back, relax
I think we’re through
No more running round in circles with you r