Biography:
The Mendoza Line formed in Athens, Georgia in 1996 when Timothy Bracy, Peter Hoffman, and Paul Deppler, sharing a common love of such classic songwriters as Dylan, Costello, and Richard Thompson, sought to distill these influences into a sound falling somewhere between those of the two greatest pop bands of their formative years—American Music Club and the Replacements. After embracing and repelling various other members, Tim, Pete, and Paul were joined in 1998 by Shannon Mary McArdle
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C F G
I was blessed to fight with you all night
I hadn't even know what fun
Am F G
Oh the war was dressed in scarlet and in white, like the whore of Babylon
C F G
Shook your conscience, held it to the light, tried to see what was written on it
Am G
I said, "Baby don't ya think, you're being a little bit drastic?
F G
There are things in this world that you can't buy with plastic.
Am G
You blew through your cash like a Klondike miner.
F G
Someday you'll maybe feel the lash of the Intelligent Designer."
C
Oh, your doctor died, Baby
F G
I believe he lost a-hold of himself
Am
Oh, it wasn't a homicide
G F G
Your doctor was in such poor health
C
And I'm a lot like him
F G
I believe I've lost control
Am G F
And those are the terms of our love on parole
Am G C F
C F
Oooh, they found us out in pavilions of doubt
G
And cathedrals of longing and death without warning
Am G
The room readied itself for that transfer of power
C G
When you rode right through in your penultimate hour
C
And said, "I can see the billboards and the history written large."
G
You said, "That was no-one's wedding, Baby, that was Picket's Charge."
Am G
And for all of your talk of ending the fray,
F G
There's not a part of your heart that would have it that way
Am G
Oh, ya couldn't make a cup of tea
F G
Without a battle strategy
Am G F
Which doesn't feel right until it takes it toll
Am G F
And those are the terms and conditions of our love on parole
C F G Am F G C F G Am G F Am G F
C F
Oh, abrasive and unbearable, a half-step from hysterical
G
You stopped waiting for the miracle and started praying for the end
Am
Oh, you were never less than charitable
G
But I can think of nothing so terrible
F G
As to no longer be your lover and only be your friend
C F
Now I could never navigate your body's complex narratives
G
That which lived and died and lies in stains
And still suffered its imperatives
Am G F
And anyway, I was never that interested in your heart and soul
Am G F
I just wanted to see you and make love on parole
I was blessed to fight with you all night
I hadn't even know what fun
Am F G
Oh the war was dressed in scarlet and in white, like the whore of Babylon
C F G
Shook your conscience, held it to the light, tried to see what was written on it
Am G
I said, "Baby don't ya think, you're being a little bit drastic?
F G
There are things in this world that you can't buy with plastic.
Am G
You blew through your cash like a Klondike miner.
F G
Someday you'll maybe feel the lash of the Intelligent Designer."
C
Oh, your doctor died, Baby
F G
I believe he lost a-hold of himself
Am
Oh, it wasn't a homicide
G F G
Your doctor was in such poor health
C
And I'm a lot like him
F G
I believe I've lost control
Am G F
And those are the terms of our love on parole
Am G C F
C F
Oooh, they found us out in pavilions of doubt
G
And cathedrals of longing and death without warning
Am G
The room readied itself for that transfer of power
C G
When you rode right through in your penultimate hour
C
And said, "I can see the billboards and the history written large."
G
You said, "That was no-one's wedding, Baby, that was Picket's Charge."
Am G
And for all of your talk of ending the fray,
F G
There's not a part of your heart that would have it that way
Am G
Oh, ya couldn't make a cup of tea
F G
Without a battle strategy
Am G F
Which doesn't feel right until it takes it toll
Am G F
And those are the terms and conditions of our love on parole
C F G Am F G C F G Am G F Am G F
C F
Oh, abrasive and unbearable, a half-step from hysterical
G
You stopped waiting for the miracle and started praying for the end
Am
Oh, you were never less than charitable
G
But I can think of nothing so terrible
F G
As to no longer be your lover and only be your friend
C F
Now I could never navigate your body's complex narratives
G
That which lived and died and lies in stains
And still suffered its imperatives
Am G F
And anyway, I was never that interested in your heart and soul
Am G F
I just wanted to see you and make love on parole
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