Pippin

by Apple Slap

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released January 1, 2005

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Apple Slap San Francisco, California

Bay area band Apple Slap served seven years worth of fine pop rock and recorded six discs of music.
The band consisted of:
Dustin Miller (guitar & vocals)
Mark Duncanson (drums & vocals)
Kevin Costa (bass & vocals 1998-2003)
Brian Margrave (guitar, keys & percussion)
Greg Dunkailo (bass & vocals 2004-2005)
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Track Name: Cuervo Girls
Oh Cuervo girls!
Five fuckin bucks a shot
put me between those fake smiles
those happy pairs
that draw the drunken stares

Oh Cuervo girls!
indentured but observant servants
are you still on the job
or have you been caught
in the ladies room
taking tequila shots
the ones our girlfriends bought
and left on the paper towel dispenser
but I digress

Goddamn - that - bitch!
Who does she think she is?
Another beer as she shakes her ass
tramp in a cowboy hat flirts down a glass

Oh Cuervo Girls!
you're cold but you can't put on your sweater
"Keep those breasts where we can see them!"
Lush pushes another drunkard between the Cuervo Girls
You're cold but you can't put on your sweater
Track Name: Pictures of Salt
She sells her shoes, pierces her nose
throws away his favorite clothes
And still thinks of him,

She tells herself it's not the same
Gets real drunk slurs your name
And still thinks for him

She's gone downhill but seems like fun
Sleeps in late with anyone
And still out-dreams him

Here come the pictures of salt
I miss the pictures of salt

Just pretend it's green outside
So's her courage and her pride
And still she thinks of him

What did you make from a man
A mountain mole or Suzanne
And still she thinks for him

A little jab, it's no big deal
I lost my arm, now I don't feel
And still she out dreams him

Here come the pictures of salt
I miss the pictures of salt
Mommy's moral tossed wayside
Little jabs when we all cried
And still I write for him

So when will the salt come back?
The parties proper and turning black
I balanced all my little shoes
And the same things keep getting used
The lonely joke I won't let go
The last one in's the first to know

Tossing lines To the wind
If you can't You rescind
And still thinks of him
And still thinks of him

Where are my pictures of salt? Where is all the salt?
Why can't I please be let back inside the salt?