Toxic Pocketbook

by Rin Tin Tiger

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Recorded live to two inch tape at Tiny Telephone in San Francisco, CA by Jacob Winik. No computers were used in the recording or mixing of this album.


released July 24, 2012

Engineered by Jacob WInik.
Mixed by Jacob Winik.
Mastered by John Golden.
Cover photo by Aaron Blumenshine


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Rin Tin Tiger San Francisco, California

Rin Tin Tiger is a high energy alternative twang trio from San Francisco, CA with lot's of lyrics and lot's of groove. The sound is often described as a blend between early Bob Dylan, Violent Femmes, and Tupac. They have shared the stage with a wide range of bands from Blues Traveler to The Lumineers to Minus the Bear and a plethora of emerging talent all along the West Coast. ... more

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Track Name: The Move Apart Parcel
there's a buoy in my stomach
that wobbles 'round and makes me sick
there's an airplane stuck in my brain
that says to get it's engine checked
there's a thorn bush in my throat
always breaking up my words
and a parasite inside my hide
that says it was there first

you gotta go go move apart parcels
gotta sift through your letters be a better fossil

everyone's made of sandpaper
they shave me down a bit
and their words all full of hollow smoke
throw my mind into a coughing fit
all this mercury rising in my legs
makes me prone to a hot head
i got the ocean spilling out my mouth
and i barely know how to swim
tectonic plate's shifting
behind my old left shoulder blade
and bike horns always honking
when i got something serious to say
there's a turtle dove like a bandage
that i lean on though not by choice
it's those jitterbugs in my fingers
that know my name and how to use force
they're using force!

can you bleach my bones?
factor in the cost, and take out a loan
you gotta go!
Track Name: Pretty Looks
an injection of time
straight to the vein
from the long hand of the clock
that's red with the life it's drained
an umbrella flew from the tip of my tongue
to shield us from the truth of what we'd become
what we've become

and now the moth bitten cloak of the night sky
creeps into my bed where you'd lie
i'm just making shapes from shadows

ah babe
how i wish you'd been able to carve
the tablet to tell of my time at the farm
the childish scenario recited for crooks
is wasted on idle minds
just for pretty looks
Track Name: Oregon Yard
days and days and days of daisy chains
wrapped the stem around my ankle and now something's changed
they got my prints down at your station
and i found a lock of your hair in my dresser drawer again

if you could just for once look hideous
and i could just for once get serious
then we would be just like that oregon yard
overgrown in the rain, yellowed in the sun
not pretending like we aren't
Track Name: Birdsthroat
every now and then
i find some way to stay afloat
that in turn makes me feeble
and as silent as a ghost
i try to claw my brain for answers
but i get this mocking gloat
it says
you got yourself the body of a man
but you got a birds throat

the tide is ever rising
i can hear it with my stethoscope
i'm supposed to build a net
but i got barbed wire for rope
i been fishing with the blunt end of a rotten cantaloupe
and all the cat fish swear
with their last breath of air
that i got a birds throat

the helicopter flew low
to take off my head
but to my surprise i ducked in time and it hit the wall instead
and it said
"you got too much fight, better find yourself resigned to die before you lose control"
you gonna lose control
my friend i've lost control

have you seen my beak and my wings
and heard me sing in the morning?
i got that birds throat!
Track Name: Loud Man
i saw a man throw a body into a furnace
but that was old stress and i've gotten over it

dragon chimney holding pastel society inside
in a canyon surrounded by coyotes
i hope they don't bite
this is the sound of the loud man when he grows quiet

the rain spells out braille on my window but i can't read it
though i know it's in-human and it's beautiful though recklessly delicate

the sequins and the dirty boys in jackets are gathering constantly
to smoke cigarettes and take photographs confirming their authenticity
i try to speak with them but they hear me like a man spitting through cracked teeth
they say you sound just like you we'd like you if you sounded just like me

this is the sound of the loud man when he's been deprived...
Track Name: Funeral
i see the sparrows are gathering and singing all in unison
i see the burglars are sharing their spoils and growing into wealthy men
i see the product of this timeline running circles around old wisdom
and in the mirror although i try to fight it i see who i'll be and who i've always been
i see tired traditions and dead letters pulling the wool over eyes
of children led by leashes through labyrinths so far from anything divine
i see the council men counting their coin and lining tired workers in rows
and then calling out the sick and tell them they must continue work
if they expect a funeral.
Track Name: Weapon
where is my palette
i'm white as rind
parasites done come
made a mess of my mind
and where is my whisky
where is my wine
jesus christ i don't know
what to do with this blood on my thighs
i'm a shadow
i'm an echo
and i feel just like a reflection
i think i'll go
naked in the snow
searching for angels

cause i couldn't reassure you enough
you know my invitations aint precise
and i'll cut my collar low so it makes sense
i'd give my body just to lose my head

where is my telephone
that old land line
that would keep me waiting for your voice sometimes
and where is her throat
i wonder
and i don't know
what have i done with my weapon

tear at my skin
you can have it
i've lost it again
sick from habit
lain with a witch thrown me into traffic
hey i'll bear this infant
my love and i can share it
Track Name: Toxic Pocketbook
i ain't got no friends
you know i ain't got no money!
i ain't got no friends i'm a bum
dressed up in all my dirty laundry
i lost my job to some kid
and no one else seems to want me

i ain't got no love
you know i ain't got no sweetie
i ain't got no love i'm a bum
got my songs
and that's all that keeps me company
i lost my baby for their sake
i'd give my life up for the stage
so she don't want me

you better swallow your fear
your face is covered in soot
write it all down in your toxic pocket book
if it's gonna hurt boy,
you better make it good!

i ain't got no sense
for all the time i've spent thinkin
i ain't got no sense i'm a bum
sho aint dumb but i don't stop
when my breaks start squeaking
cause i lost my voice to a wolf parade
that ran away when the doctor came to check my symptom

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