We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

YOU'RE ALL OUT

by Night Reports

supported by
0xb3nn
0xb3nn thumbnail
0xb3nn So damn catchy... 1000 times more entertaining than the last ball game I went to. Favorite track: French Chicks (World Music Is The Real Criminal).
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Purchasable with gift card

     

1.
Are you on my team? It’s good to be owned. Old, slow and lonely. (It was good to be owned.) It’s good to come home My image has faded Have I been traded to the wrong one This year has been a long one Can’t wait until this songs done Oh my love Are you on my team? Your arms feel like home Loyal Faded Have I been traded to the wrong one? This year’s been a long one I can’t wait til the songs done Oh My love Have I been faded Have I been traded to the wrong one This year’s been a long one You had been the strong one You always were the strong one You have been the strong one Are you on my team Please stay on my team Your arms still feel like home.
2.
World music is the real criminal! World music is the real criminal! Let me slide into home. French kicks. French chicks! Lord knows I could use a vacation From the pine tar congregation… I want to runaway French kicks. French chicks! Strike first, struck hard, struck out Struck gold when I struck your mouth… When I struck your mouth to mine. Let me slide into home French lovers with bugs in your hair: Sparkle-blue bones, fine wine reception Blood on the dance floor! Graveyard party! Loosen the anchor! Loosen your body! Here was a ghost locked inside of my baseball bat I could not let it out until my bat broke in half Welcome home scum of the twilight! Welcome home you chaos mothers! Say goodnight my broken bat brothers, Stars collide! My legs are butter! Skeletons dance below when you lose your grip. Secretary’s sing ‘yeah yeah yeah yeah!’ Secretary’s sing ‘oh no no no!’ Glammed-out, slow-pitch, glitter-bomb brunette! World music is the real criminal! Cool is for phonies.
3.
The stronger you get, the hotter your lover, And the richer you get The sweeter your bliss. You are not like the othersssss. You’re a swing and a missss. I have bled for your Mothers.. How it tastes like her kiss, hun. Terrible light shed on terrible love, And you can’t slow this pitch- I'm just warming up. Hair full of snakes, Breath full of mace, Tell me to my face… Are you still mined? Are you still mined? I will burn all you pop-tarts If you come round again You’re a rodeo failure (ie blowjob) So much bull in your spin Terrible light shed on terrible love, And you can’t slow this pitch- I'm just warming up. Hair full of snakes, Breath full of mace, Tell me to my face… Are you still mined? Are you still mined? You’re a cave of gold my love You are a cave a gold But I fear that you’ve been mined by someone else's soul… Uh oh. I have stood before thousands Put my guts on the line How I fight like a son-of-abitch For that which is mine So welcome home heartache Please crawl back in my song My love is my weakness And my weakness is strong, hun.
4.
Hold Hold fast the feeling Yeah, it’s comin’ Is that the feeling that you wanted You can’t sleep cause your castle is haunted How you twist inside and wonder If someone good is comin'… What if they’re not? I want to tell them to reach me I’ll open up if someone can teach me Was the signal, that you were trying to send me, it was love? Well, I didn’t get it dear. I can not sleep In these pill bottle years Oh I know you work so hard To find that love Is an abandoned backyard As the snow fell I was holding you, and your chewed up fingernails. I watched some snow land on your eyelash- You said “what if we fail?” Not if we hold and stand here like idiots. If we hold still, like snowmen-frozen idiots, To find the signal, you were trying to send me, It was love… But I didn’t get it, dear. Bah. bah. bah. bah. Your long gaze Your brown eyes Your kind lips The pine tar In my heart Its death grip The moonlight- My only supporter You are love? What am I hiding from? Tell me dear.
5.
I kept on playing To keep you handsome Keep the lights on To keep you home My love is a tight one Loves the good ones Loves to keep up She’s so en vogue When I’m losing My veins are bruised and black like stone I can’t blame her The shame is so sharp So my love goes out alone Lock your arms around my ears Hang on me darlin’ Can’t believe that you’re still here Hang on me Clawed our way through the ugly years Hang on me darlin’ Why are the critics all I hear? Hang on me. When I step out love It’s not because I’m shamed by you. I'm just sick of lying when all your friends ask When all your dumb friends ask ‘how’s he doin’?’ I could not read you You loved to win more than you Loved. I could not re-write you I can not re-write I can not read you, oh my God. So we sit quiet Our spoons are twisting Our spoons are twisting inside our soup I can not leave you I can not leave you… But it’s come up a time or two. Lock your arms around my ears Hang on me darlin’ Can’t believe that you’re still here Hang on me Clawed our way through the ugly years Hang on me darlin’ Why are the critics all I hear? Hang on me.
6.
I invited three girls out after the game I wasn’t that surprised that no one came No one loves the visiting team So I sit and drink alone ‘til I get mean… So fuck you Steve! Fuck you cigarette machine! And fuck you stupid glass! How you get empty fast. Is there someone out there for the visiting team? Is there someone out there for the visiting team? No No No. Where did my fans go? So what if I can’t hold my drink. Look at how these drinks hold me. And isn’t it my own fault? If I’m stubborn then I’m lonely Would you like to drive away with me? Just grab your purse and drive away with me. If the answer's no I’ll pretend you’re coming anyway. The visiting team nevers gets to stay. Oh God, I love you and I don’t know you! Come on and drive with me. I actually need you to drive.
7.
You take the pictures and dining room chairs. You can keep the walls dear And I’ll take the stairs You were a great story That somehow turned blue You’d be a better story if you could’ve been true. Oh my sweetness You’re my sweetness. Spent our years in hiding Until found by our faults It would take me just ten minutes to look Like I never lived here, at all. Oh my sweetness You’re my sweetness. You were my Pete Rose Your good scandal stays You were my Bill Buckner The world rolls through your legs Oh my sweetness You’re my sweetness. Come home sweetness. Come home to me.
8.
Every morning I dream of you darling Your hurricane spits through my head You suck out the light As I shiver in darkness Like a rat with his last piece of bread If my stats are low this year Then I can’t blame you For moving onto somebody sweet It’s time to recognize I’m the kind who lingers There’ ain’t nobody sweeter than me Every morning I dream of you darling Your hurricane spits through my head You suck out the light As I shiver in darkness Like a rat with his last piece of bread We both fly the same We need no co-pilot Your love is burned in the back of my brain We are both the sounds of a sudden riot That the police could never contain (mumbo jumbo mumbling) Shut your eyes and run If you run to me I'm your big black sea On a boozing streak Shut your eyes when you run You are so forever And I'm so right now Why not get together
9.
Somehow my lungs got full of gin And then I put some icing on your skin It said ‘Come on love, you gotta make me want to Win.” Make me want to win Make me want to win Don’t be a bitch Only you can make me win Don’t want a life spent on the bench You knew my tongue was a bad wrench That tightens the screws of all the dumb things I tried To fix Glad that you finally came Your lame kiss is like a rag full of rain Love is a a pop song You can want it but hate it the same Make me want to win Make me want to win Don’t be a bitch Only you can make me win I had a bad case of the yips It was cured by your generous hips Now I need you Like a 100 pound punch to the face I was wired to waste my life But I grew tired of the cynical side Now I adore you So much I’m gonna tear out your eyes.
10.
The finishing blows of love have come. A fire inside. Once burned bright Will that old fuel ignite for us? Tell me that you’re tired Of living off of sparks My arms are bonfires burning in the dark for you You can’t quit my love I built this for you You can’t quit my love I built this for you You Did I treat you Like old lovers do? Like a bad review? If I hurt you, then woman only I can make you heal There are many thieves, but few know how to steal Like you You You need the taste? The blood, the claws, the fight? The nights you faced The nights… You my dear, you still hold my favor If love is work, then I can learn the labor. I can’t sit still and watch you fade You’re not the tickertape, you’re the whole parade I can’t still and watch you fade away To watch you fade away… Watch you fade away…
11.
Traditional Take my heart from my ribcage Take my eyes from my skull store them in a safe deposit box All for you, one heart will unlock Know that you are my one and only You are moonlight insane I had one, two, three shots at love You and I, til’ the end of the game.

about

In late 2009 during a pre-dawn drive to JFK Airport, Derrick Brown and Beau Jennings decided to form a musical project beyond the typical band. They knew it had to be dark, sometimes rowdy, and they knew there would be a theme. The project wasn’t a total surprise – Beau had provided musical accompaniment to Derrick’s spoken word sets for years, and both had toured the country together while fronting their own bands (Derrick with John Wilkes Kissing Booth; Beau with Cheyenne). But the decision to start a new project together also wasn’t one to likely get off the ground anytime soon, given each other’s multiple creative pursuits and, oh yeah – Beau lived in Brooklyn NY, Derrick in Long Beach, CA.

Things indeed started slowly, first with only the most basic instrumental and vocal ideas traded as mp3’s via email. Then there were fully formed acapella songs left as voicemails with Dodgers games buzzing in the background. The goal was spontaneous inspiration captured immediately. Beau began for the first time to write music solely on piano, and Derrick began to write lyrics about a haunted baseball player whose ghost wouldn’t leave his bat until he broke it. The chance to write a type of haunted musical stretched the two performers who don't like musicals and had never written themed music. By the time they placed an order for matching baseball uniforms, Night Reports was born.

The 11 songs on Night Reports' debut album 'You're All Out' outline the rise and fall, and boozy stumble, of the sort of athlete that confuses the girl with the championship. The more he falls for her, the worse he plays. The rousing “Are You Still Mined?” demands an answer from the desired trophy over clanging guitars, clobbered vocals and caveman drums; the slow and heartbreaking “Signal The Runner” swells with the answer, which calls violins and pedal steel heaving next to the piano. Country songstress Samantha Crain croons a duet on "Hang On Me Darlin'", and Beau’s first true production effort was then handed over to Derrick’s old buddy and musical wizard Richard Swift (Secretly Canadian) for final mixing and mastering.

'You're All Out' is the sort of record that could only be born on a groggy predawn drive to the airport: too late to dwell on tonight's loss, too early to plot tomorrow's win. It's still dark outside, but here are your Night Reports.

credits

released January 18, 2011

Night Reports is Derrick Brown and Beau Jennings.

Produced by Beau Jennings.

All lyrics and melodies by Derrick Brown; all music by Beau Jennings.

Recorded by Beau Jennings with assistance from Michael Trepagnier, Michael Cohen, Dan Dzula, Richard Swift and Chad Copelin.

Recorded at Sugarbox Studios, Blackwatch Studios, at Richard's house and Beau’s apartment.

Mixed and mastered by Richard Swift.

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Night Reports

contact / help

Contact Night Reports

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like Night Reports, you may also like: