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Boyish Hips

by Randy Kaplan

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1.
Slow Eater 04:24
"Slow Eater" by Randy Kaplan When me and my girl Go out for dinner We measure food in quantity And I’m always the winner I’m eating half her salad I’m drinking all her water She says, Let's split a pizza But I know I’ll have three quarters She's a slow eater When me and my girl Go out for desert I’m always loosening my belt I’m always untucking my shirt I finish all my yogurt My belly's a big balloon I throw away my cup But I hold on to my spoon 'Cause she's a slow eater It's almost four a.m. We've long since hit the sack My baby wakes me up She wants a midnight snack Her stomach is growling She's glaring at me The refrigerator's empty We just stocked it up this week She's a slow eater My baby says to me It's not good for your health To finish all your food And then eat everybody else’s She says I’m gonna choke She says that would be rude She says I should relax And stop inhaling all my food She's just a slow eater My girl says to me I've had my eye on you I don't know how you do it For example you consumed A hundred carob covered peanuts In the airport late last nite And then you took my oatmeal cookie And you ate it in one bite You're as hungry as a dog But you're as skinny as a rail You eat a loaf of raisin bread That's on the verge of going stale You eat a plate of chocolate chips Before they're in the batter You can scarf a double waffle In a minute flat The sandwiches from Mobile Shoulda lasted us 'till Lubbock By the time we got to Baton Rouge They were in your stomach With that bag of baked tortilla chips From Mike and Myshkin's house You deserve the cuts On the roof of your mouth We woke up in Tyler Had a continental breakfast By the time I had my OJ You were halfway across Texas You bought a bag of Tootsie Pops In Dallas for a dollar But you finished them in Ft. Worth Is it worth it to follow A fairly healthy meal With a junk food spree? I guess it is for you But it wouldn't be for me Your metabolism's weird You don't put on an inch You don't put on a pound And you're always on a binge Are you ever satisfied? Will you ever get your fill? How can you enjoy a muffin Taken as a pill? Are your taste buds on your tongue? Take note Linda Lovelace also liked to Shove things down her throat My girl says gluttony's a sin And so I fall down on the floor I say, Baby I’ll repent I’ll fast next Yom Kippur I’ll be a slow eater
2.
Heart 02:25
"Heart" by Randy Kaplan and Brian Schey I wish I was at Marianne's These thoughts in my head Could be drinks in my hand Windows filled with falling snow We're months away from the undertow I want to walk where I used to run I want to soak in the winter sun I want to wear away her will Leaning on my windowsill Heart in here Heart in there Heart everywhere When I play the altered waltz She takes it with a grain of salt I think she'd vanish if I blinked She's drawn with disappearing ink She can sleep with the TV loud She can wade through any crowd We're not dressed up But we have a place to go We'll get ice cream in Barstow Heart in here Heart in there Heart everywhere When she whispered in my ear I might have seen that I would hear Every word ever spoken by Everyone who's ever broken my Heart in here Heart in there Heart everywhere
3.
The Big Bang 03:26
"The Big Bang" by Randy Kaplan G-d got His teeth cleaned G-d got His hair cut G-d got a '56 Thunderbird He took a shower And He watered His flowers And He pet His cat till it purred He took a drink from the bar And on the way to the car He chewed gum as He sang The world is comin' Then He started hummin’ Tonight’s gonna be the big bang Tonight’s gonna be the big bang Yeah, tonight’s gonna be the big bang G-d got a ticket On the way to the party The cop was smitten down on sight He was filled with power It was the midnight hour This was gonna be His night He put the pedal to the metal He was boiling like a kettle He got to the bell and He rang When they opened the door G-d hit the dance floor And started planning the big bang Tonight’s gonna be the big bang Yeah, tonight’s gonna be the big bang He got a little bit buzzed Like He always does He took a woman on His knee His beer He guzzled Then They did the hustle He said, Baby come with Me He took her upstairs And He pulled back His hair He let everything else hang The room got warm And things were formed It was over The big bang It was over The big bang It was over It was done The big bang G-d came stumblin’ And almost tumblin’ Down the steps half dressed He leaned himself On the second shelf And He sighed That was the best Then He thought He was dreamin’ When the woman came screamin’ From the room at the top of the stairs All mouths were agape When she yelled, I’ve been raped And they kicked G-d out of there Yeah, they kicked G-d out of there They kicked G-d out of there Now G-d sits alone On His infinite throne And He figures He's kind of tragic He's got a razor and a rope But let's just hope That He doesn't get too nostalgic ‘Cause if He does He'll want it like it was Back when He was Part of the gang And He'll screw up time And blow our minds And undo the big bang He’ll undo the big bang He’ll undo the big bang
4.
"Everyone I See" by Randy Kaplan I don’t know if it's true of every man But it's true of me I want to love every woman I see Every one I see I want to be committed to you Just like you want to be committed to me Well, not just like but almost like It's in a different way It's my own way Dare I say it's a better way? You see, you want me to be the only one You kiss, undress, and reveal yourself to But I need to kiss and undress and reveal myself To other women, too But I want you to be the only one I ever take home to my parents' house For the holidays for dinner And I want you to be the only one Who ever befriends and stays friends With my sisters You'll be the only one I come home to at night Sometimes really late Sometimes even in the morning But yours will be the only bed I ever fall asleep in For eight hours In a row In this city While you're in this city, too I don't know if it’s true of other men But it's true of me I want to love every woman I see Every one I see No one person can satisfy All the needs of another For instance, you feel the need To talk on the phone every day To your father And every other day to your mother And you got friends you go out with From time to time to smoke and dance and drink And G-d knows what else you do But I know that all these people Have things I don't have They give you things I don't give And they do things that I don't do Now likewise you've got to realize I got these same kind of people People in my life, too People that have things you don't have And give me things you don't give And do things that you just don't do And you don’t hear me saying Hey listen, get off the phone with your mother This town ain't big enough for the both of us It's her or me One of us has got to go Now likewise, you've got to realize You can't say those things to me Not if you want our love to grow I don’t know if it's true of every man Why does it have to be true of me That I want every woman I see Every one I see? If just for a weekend If just for a day If just when they turn their heads away I got so much love inside me You can't hold it back by force And this is no zero sum game No, I’m pulling my love From an infinite source My love for them does not in any way Take away from my love for you So don't ask questions and don't be jealous No, here's what I want you to do Set me free, let me roam But always be there when I come home All this I was going to say to you the other night When, as if you read my mind You looked up and you said to me Shhh, honey, I can be anyone you want me to be Well, I looked down at you And I scrolled through all these faces And bodies in my mind And then I surprised even myself I said, Shhh, honey I don't want you to be anybody else You see, what I think you did With your words Is I think you killed Or at least you wounded the taboo Now, everyone I see I’m starting to see in you I think I can change I’m starting to see freedom In your chains Freedom in your chains Freedom in your chains
5.
"Go Get the Axe" — Traditional, additional lyrics by Randy Kaplan Peepin' through the knothole on Grandpa's wooden leg Who'll wind the clock when I am gone? Go get the axe, there's a flea on Lizzy's ear A boy's best friend is his mother Peepin' through the knothole on Grandpa's wooden leg Why do they build the shore so near the sea? Who cut the sleeves off of dear old Daddy's vest? And dug up Fido's bones to build the sewer? I fell from a window Seven stories high Hit my eye on the windowsill Go get the axe, it's behind the cellar door A boy's best friend is his mother A horse stood around With his feet upon the ground Who'll wind the clock when I am gone? Go get the axe, it's behind the basement door A boy's best friend is his mother A boy's best friend is his mother A boy's best friend is his mother
6.
Coach Joe 04:33
"Coach Joe" by Randy Kaplan Joe is a man with job dedication He's never taken a family vacation He rises at dawn Mows the front lawn And goes off to school to teach sex education Joe's never taken his wives to the beach He's got a couple of them, nine children by each He rises at dawn And before he can yawn He acts on the axiom practice what you preach Joe's the volleyball coach for JV women, He's the varsity coach for divin' and swimmin' He's had student affairs But with such savoir faire That they're almost impossible to apprehend him in Joe thinks his own eighteen children absurd And their voices like chirps from a predator bird One day Joe was seen With a swimmer named Christine The child who saw them was Joe's second's third Joe's twelfth child ran straight-away home And told his mom what he'd seen in the dome But with womanly fire She said, You're a liar Then she beat her third child with a brush and a comb Joe kept Christine after side-stroke practice His beard felt to her like a Death Valley cactus She cried late at night For her swimming team's plight Coach Joe, why have you so abused and attacked us? Christine gave up all of her swimmin' glory And she told the vice-principal all of her story How she was seduced in the natatorium Like in a letter to Forum, But the VP just whispered, Christine, I’m sorry She was beat with a comb and then with a brush And sent to the principal who said, Christine, hush Your imagination runs wild For such a small child To invent a story so false yet so lush You see, Joe was a man quite smart and quite handsome Who managed young women and managed to land some Normal he seemed ‘Till he took the whole team And held them all hostage then held them for ransom Joe said, I best get my ransom reward And I know it's not more than you folks can afford But the SWAT team came in And aimed their rifles at him As he climbed with Christine to the high diving board Joe fired twice with Christine as his shield But the guys with the guns were the best in their field They answered with bullets One hit his skull it Seemed like a dream. Coach Joe had been killed He fell through the air in the dome of the school The slow motion swan dive of a fool He hit with a splash With no ransom cash And he sunk to the bottom of the swimming pool Coach Joe
7.
"I'm Not Hungry" by Randy Kaplan Jane took me to the rainbow room She made a reservation six months in advance She wore a dress and a pair of high heeled shoes I wore a pair of my dressiest pants We sat down at the table for two The waiter arrived and Jane ordered first Then he said, Sir what would you like? I said, A cold beer could sure quench my thirst But I’m not hungry I’m not hungry now No, I’m not hungry now My sweet mama once said to me It's time to start applying to school Well, I slacked off but she picked up the slack She said, No son of mine is gonna end up a fool So I was shipped off to the great Midwest Where I was enrolled in a very fine college But I stayed in bed through the long winter months Because for wisdom and for knowledge I was not hungry I was not hungry And I’m not hungry now I had a burst of motivation and I tried to succeed But I failed and I failed and I failed more And if at third you don't succeed You start to see your tragic flaw And so I studied religion and philosophy And I let the five thieves steel me away And once in a while I can reach that place Where for power, fame, and money I can honestly say I’m not hungry I’m not hungry No, I’m not hungry now After I died, just before I was reborn G-d gave me a choice or two He said, You could pick a life into which you can sink your teeth I said, I don't want to bite off more than I can chew In fact, I said, I’m totally full I said, Don't send me back there one more time I’d just as soon stay here with you I guess He didn't want to hear that line I’m not hungry I’m not hungry No, I’m not hungry now
8.
"Ten Page Letter" by Randy Kaplan It sends you all my love It kicks and curses, too Explanations, realizations All for you There's a hundred put-downs And a thousand compliments In the ten-page letter I never sent It tells you why I sunk So far down below It remembers all the details That you don't know Like who I didn't do what to And what I did regret It's in the ten-page letter I never sent You said I let you down So I should let you be You don't want to hear another line So time's moving on, not me The reason I can't let you go Is the main content Of the ten-page letter I never sent I wanted to ask For another try I wanted to explain how I've changed But I got scared it was a lie I wish you were still here with me Is mostly what I meant In the ten-page letter I never sent I told you what I missed about you I told what I've come to be I started out writing it to you But it ended up being just for me You want action not words And I never moved much it's true But I am moved when I read the words I wrote to you They make me sound like Superman But here I am Clark Kent With a ten-page letter I never sent Once I was your prince Now I am your ghost To think of how I hurt you That hurts me the most Now you won't call me honey But you're still my princess In the ten-page letter that I never sent One day when things change And you are here with me again You'll read the ten-page letter I never sent
9.
"Send for Our Stuff" by Randy Kaplan March first l996 You and me in Los Angeles It's seventy and sunny And everything makes sense I feel like I’m coming down Off the fence New York is cold and small And full and rough Let's miss our flights, baby And send for our stuff March first 1996 New York City is breaking its Annual snowfall record And all those idiots Are cursing and freezing And walking around in it We're on the beach watching dolphins I feel like a king Let's find a Spanish-looking apartment And send for our things Out here our heads are in the sand But so are our toes We don't need all those bulky winter clothes And it may be shaky ground Under smoggy skies But I think I’ll stick around And I hope you'll stick around I need you to help me Give it another try March first 1996 Back East I’m just not as stable as this You can blame it on lack of money Or lack of sun But right now I just can't Be where I’m from I tried to stay afloat in New York But I almost sunk Stay with me in L.A. We’ll send for all our junk They say this is the land of phoniness Folly and fluff I don't care what they say Let’s send for our stuff Out here our heads are in the sand But so are our toes
10.
"Helaine's Magazines" by Randy Kaplan, Paula Shapiro, and Brian Weintraub She won't get subscriptions She goes down to the stand She won't save up to fifty percent off the cover price They're under coffee tables From Boca to New York In bathrooms and wicker baskets In Marietta, Georgia She must hate those address stickers She can't be lured by offers She buys them when she wants them In the spur of the moment Helaine Herman's magazines Helaine Herman's magazines There's more of them than you've ever seen Helaine Herman's magazines There's PEOPLEs and Uses On the marriage of Charles and Di There's highlights from the academy awards From 1986 Kurt and Jerry died this week Willis and Kimberly have gone awry Tom Selleck and Erik Estrada Are the sexiest men alive There's catalogues from J. CREW I've seen her flannel shirts There's catalogues from VICTORIA'S SECRET The proof is under her skirt Helaine Herman's magazines Helaine Herman's magazines She's addicted, she's a fiend Helaine Herman's magazines There's GLAMOURs and SELFs COSMOs and VANITY FAIRs She knows about summer beauty fast fixes For the steamy season She covers every angle I've seen her stack of ESQUIREs She knows what you're thinking She knows that you're a liar She's smarter than Dear Abby She knows more about relationships Than anyone should ever know More than her psychiatrists From reading Helaine Herman's magazines Helaine Herman's magazines She could have saved a lot of green Helaine Herman's magazines There's REDBOOKs and VOGUEs And ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLYs After a workout she got from SHAPE She turns the pages weakly She knows the diets of celebrities And the exercises they do What's hot, what's not, what's in, what's out What's old and what is new She knows the best and worst dressers Their horoscopes and signs Their break ups and their make ups And what makes up their minds It's all in Helaine Herman's magazines Helaine Herman's magazines Her eyes have a glossy sheen From reading Helaine Herman's magazines
11.
"Put It Where the Sun Shines" by Randy Kaplan Lucy was anal Jessie was oral They had different designs Lucy liked to hide it in her shadows and ride it Jessie liked to put it where the sun shines Lucy was a long term love affair Jessie was a short term fling Lucy had a dark side and she had a backside Jessie had a mouth and she would sing Put it where the sun shines Put it where the sun shines Put it where the sun shines down Put it where the sun shines In between my lip lines Try to make a smile from a frown Lucy had a sit and spin mentality But Jessie had a bottom lip I took Lucy over my knee But Jessie had those boyish hips I always wished that Lucy could take a tip from Jessie And learn to yearn for what I want to give But it got a little messy when I told Lucy That Jessie always let me read her lips And they said, Put it where the sun shines Put it where the sun shines Put it where the sun shines down Put it where the sun shines In between my lip lines Try to make a smile from a frown Try to make a smile from a frown
12.
Live Tigers 05:04
"Live Tigers" by Randy Kaplan A hint of smoke was in the air inside When I drank her racy and well built wine The people to whom I have something to prove May one day be gone My second string might come in from the cold I could be left with a picture of my Helena A longing with no port And a boiling I can't afford And live tigers Everything Bela did to her painter Everything the whores did to their Hasids She wanted to do to me But I gave myself in squalor to a stranger instead My new regret does not impress her And my continuing shame will not win her She saw my magic act with coins And she laughed diagonally across the table Now, after dark, there are no quarters in my pocket But I am still accused of being rich By women she hates to imagine I built a stained glass ceiling above us But it can't hold a candle to the stars Today I am tormented Like the sky over the cemetery gates Who will make my grave? Who can fold my fitted sheet? She would have taken me under her broken wing To rest on her soft shoulder She would have turned to me But I lost myself on a small day In woods without a neck The bridge iced before the road And the December she wanted lost its balance G-d resists the proud who can't resist themselves Idolatry approached and milled around outside Who is like her among the women who are worshipped? If she buries me alive I’ll claw at my coffin lid So now I lay dying under a blunt sun I need the fire and the fan on the same day Where I am now My meal thought it would be eaten But the bars closed upon me Whoredom is vanity, I began to roar But she still felt like a before picture We went the distance in the distant past When we were living in close quarters But no decision was ever made The countdowns of the past are also gone There are live tigers on the side of the road I pointed them out to her as we passed them I was laughing but I was afraid

about

In early 1997, Randy recorded BOYISH HIPS at his friend Scott Bernstein's Hollywood apartment on his Tascam 4-track cassette recorder. On the record, his first CD, Randy used guitar, harmonica, piano, Fender Rhodes, and pots & pans as percussion instruments to orchestrate a joyful, Caribbeanesque sound. This deceptively light collection of songs includes "Slow Eater", in which a man denies being a binger and instead blames others for eating too slowly and too sparsely. In "Everyone I See", a man employs skewed logic to defend his inability to commit himself to one woman. "Coach Joe" tells the story of the life and death of a sexual predator. In "Ten Page Letter", a woman demands "action not words" from a man who can do nothing about his feelings but express them in letters. "Send For Our Stuff" is both a love song and a tribute to the naive beauty of Los Angeles (where Randy lived for eight years), seen here as a place where one's innocence may be renewed. The confessional poem "Live Tigers" is set to piano and nylon-string guitar music for the record's final track. This experimental album is full of lyrical and emotional minefields and fraught with neurotic wit, unbridled perplexity, and desperate passions. The narrators of these songs have insatiable cravings for sex, food, love, and, sometimes, self-destruction.

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REVIEWS of Boyish Hips:

"Kaplan makes us smile as he points out hypocrisy... (He crafts) exceptionally tender songs (and) pens understated tunes that, the more we hear them, eventually evolve into anthems."
—NEWSDAY / Long Island, New York

"Whether he's singing about despair or ecstasy, Kaplan's songs are bittersweet, romantic, and sometimes nostalgic. And his point of view is always original and often startling."
—THE PERDIDO PELICAN; Pensacola, Florida

credits

released June 14, 1997

all songs written by randy kaplan except
#2 by rk & brian schey
#10 by rk, paula shapiro, & brian weintraub
#5 nobody knows who wrote this one
#7 & #11 based on titles by scott bernstein

8, 12 ©1997
1, 2, 4, 7, 9, 10, 11 ©1996
3 ©1992
6 ©1990
5 traditional

boyish hips produced, recorded, & mixed by rk
except #2 produced by rk & brian schey,
recorded by rudy guess, mixed by
rudy guess & rk

boyish hips mastered by rudy guess

scott bernstein: assistant producer

all songs recorded at scott's in los angeles
except #2 recorded at rudy's in n. hollywood
& piano on #9 & #12 recorded at krista's
in los angeles.

recorded february–may 1997

rk: guitar, voice, harmonica, piano, rhodes, percussion

brian schey: mandolin, bass, & percussion on heart

photograph: scott lippman

drawings: rk

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Randy Kaplan Detroit, Michigan

ADULTS: Nashville Blues & Roots Alliance calls Randy “a master of old-time, Delta-influenced guitar,” and the Smoky Mountain Blues Society says he’s “an absolute ace guitarist, picker, and ragtime player.”

KIDS: Randy's blend of American Roots Music and Comedic Storytelling has inspired the likes of NPR and PEOPLE magazine to name Randy one of the nation’s top family entertainers.
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