Sad Little Men

Sad Little Men - I'll Be The Octopus

Lyric Sheet

All lyrics by Dusty York

1) FakeMouthRealTeeth

Trying for the last time to bring your wretched neighbors down to the radio hall

Culminating lights from the television, tied, they want it all, they want it all, they want to see you now

With calm men, with easy eyes

Climbing up the mast while they're sinking, like you always said there was no lower to go

Terrifying sights of the naked people running from your sons, they want it all, they want it all, they want to leave you now

With calm men, with easy eyes

Can you imitate the sound

I hate someone, but they hate everyone

A big mouth when you look at me

A fake smile full of real teeth

It's getting so old, we're getting so old

2) Shaking Walls

Sent from the others, I'll leave them all

I'll shake all the paper and off I go

Last time we hung around too long

A dance party 'til the sun at dawn

I see that coveted face I know

Melodies stream from the casio

Backsides across an open floor

Our mouths watering to see some more

And these are the signs we've been waiting for

One-winged angels and dinosaurs

They fly with us and they circle low

To watch over little things they own

Can you hear it? I hear it all

Soft, sweet moans through the hall

They're shaking walls, I'm taking down the things I need to know

Because later on they'll paint right over it all

Let's read along with these words you wrote

All about evil and intercourse

In, out, in, out and all the wrong

Times, places and the silver tongues

Break out the silverware in your homes

Because I'll eat your muscles, you'll eat my bones

We sat watching everyone in awe

And made fun of everyone thing we saw

They found me waiting for it, waiting for it

3) Hal

In a past life, I knew Hal

I saw, I heard, I stole it all

No one will know

Now I'm caught with Hal's little song in my heart

4) Steve McQueen

Your sisters bled all over me

I'm now siding with the young men, falling off

Bet low if they dressed me like Steve McQueen 

I'd go tear some hearts out

Cold leather around a turtleneck

I'm still waking to the sound of my hero's call

He's with me as you run your fingers through

My blond, alpaca, stick-on chest hair

Let's spend hours in your arms

Unsaid hours in your arms

Wasted hours in your arms

But I'm holding it up

I sigh from the helium

It fills up my lungs

I'm high pitched for everyone

Let me tell you wretched things about him

Let you tell me wretched things about him

Let you tell me anything you have - I know now

5) I'll Be The Octopus

Facing the wall

Stuck in your mouth

But I saw what you were thinking yesterday

And I see that it's something else today

My tentacled arms

Wrapping you up

But I saw what you were feeling yesterday

And I see that it's something else today

Kept by a clock

But my timing was fine

Ashamed of your 'glass

It sways just for my eyes

We're fighting, you're laughing, I'm wrapping you up

6) Toll Bridges And Heart Attacks

Go on, give all your brides away

Go on and let them outside

It's lazy through the house today

They have no other lives

You laugh while I am hanging up

Bells to go with our scene

The city is always calm for us

The neon is in our veins

There's a creature inside your man

He shakes at the sight of me

His hands are made for burying 

And he calls you his own

Here he waits for us to clear a room 

For his pines and his hard, wooden arteries

Over, under and in between

It's his life in the sun

And what of his home, when I'm back on?

Because toll bridges and heart attacks are

Where I come from 

Railroads and charlatans

Burnouts and humble men

It's where I see you from 

It's what you are made of

7) Drakkar Noir

The wingman always leaves alone

He pulls the tension from the fight

I'm so tall 

You're too far

I am just what you're dreaming of

I'll walk up to you smelling like

Drakkar Noir

Won't you like to come to know

A look and smell should say it all

There's no time

I don't mind

I'm learning how to please you more

By doing what I see in porn

You're such a lovely one

Before I set out to find you 

I ready myself oh so well

I bath myself in the finest of odors

And I make sure everyone can tell

Ten sprays for the contours of your hips

Ten more for the looks I stole

I think you can tell by the shape of my haircut

I'm the kind that you're going to want to know

You're such a lovely one

I'll buy you time

Drakkar Noir

8) Sequin Glow

I see you writhing with your hands bound sideways

I'd be there with you to talk, talk idly 

They found your picture with your sad face hiding

Numbers on elevators - down down down

You said be quiet, but I whispered to you lightly

Lilting, I said it to you anyways

We sat for hours while they searched through our armaments

Wide-eyed the sargeant says "I got 'em now"

Sequin glow

We must go

Sequin glow

We must show

Our nice friends, wearing nothing, never saying no

To what we will ask

9) These Talented Hours

Calm I've come to know

We will lay our hands on

Noises off

As we count

These talented hours

Where we can be

Much better than we know

And much more than I can see

New and soft

I stand up

We go down

Now we're off

Better now

As we count

Don't follow them

Don't follow me

You won't like where we're going

Or what you will see

I've been around

I've been all over you

Now I can leave

10) Heavy Metal Soldiers (pass the nunchucks)

No time for your styles

Make waves for the summer mends

I'll blend into my times

With fashions that accompany

I cut off my jeans

Or sanded holes at the knees

My hair is feathered and splayed

I tore off all my shirt sleeves

The killers make for some helpful friends to have around

Slack-eyed angels crowd around your house with good intentions

You tried to send us all along, you tried to rid your town

Nunchucks are swinging all around you tried but it was

too late now

Ride the lightning 

Or some Maiden on my chest

High tops are dirty white

A metal soldier and I'm the best

11) Steve McQueen (Full Version)

Your sisters bled all over me

I'm now siding with the young men, falling off

Bet low if they dressed me like Steve McQueen 

I'd go tear some hearts out

Charm, circa 1970

A worn cherry picker thrown out in the yard

Bring to me every sunburnt, scenic view

And I'll stop and tell you how I don't care

Let's spend hours in your arms

Unsaid hours in your arms

Wasted hours in your arms

But I'm holding it up

I sigh from the helium

It fills up my lungs

I'm high pitched for everyone

Cold leather around a turtleneck

I'm still waking to the sound of my hero's call

He's with me as you run your fingers through

My blond, alpaca, stick-on chest

Let me tell you wretched things about him

Let you tell me wretched things about him

Let you tell me anything you have - I know now

Sad Little Men is the latest emergence from the new music hotbed of Portland, OR. It stemmed from the mind of former saxophonist turned vocalist/multi-intsrumentalist Dusty York, who spent many years releasing recordings from a multitude of artists on his own record label Diatic Records. After five releases of his own he abandoned the saxophone, as well as jazz and the record label, to pursue a career in the indie-pop realm.

After a two year hiatus from performing and recording, York teamed up with Los Angeles drummer Justin Roberts and formed Sad Little Men. They quickly recorded their debut album entitled 'I'll Be The Octopus' and proceeded to begin playing live, with Roberts leaving the group to be replaced by Dusty's cousin Aaron Linn.

Their style is an energetic, percussion oriented romp, with catchy rhythms and hooks that have York switching back and forth between guitar and piano, as well as handling all of the writing and vocal duties.