The Novelists

Chapter 9 // September 2013 // Rubber Band // The Big Heavy

Joel Ackerson – vocals and guitars
Eric Andersen – vocals, piano and Rhodes
Megan Slankard – vocals, guitars, and vocoder
Zack Teran – vocals, electric bass, and drum programming

“Rubber Band” and “The Big Heavy”

Produced by The Novelists // “Rubber Band” was engineered by Joel Ackerson at True Story Records // Additional Engineering by Eric Andersen, Megan Slankard, and Zack Teran // Synthesizer for “Rubber Band” was arranged and engineered by Tony Cataldo // “The Big Heavy” was engineered by Zack Teran at True Story Records // Additional Engineering by Megan Slankard, and Joel Ackerson // “Rubber Band” and “The Big Heavy” were mixed by David Peters

Guest Musician on “Rubber Band”

Tony Cataldo – Synthesizer

“Rubber Band” ©℗ 2013 Joel Ackerson

“The Big Heavy” ©℗ 2013 Megan Slankard and Zack Teran

 

 

LYRICS

RUBBER BAND (Ackerson)

 

I wanna believe your smile and buy your tears

I wanna see that you’re scared, when you tell your fears

That’s what I’m talking about, another pathetic rhyme

First choice from the list in the book you think helps you speak your mind

 

You sing all the right words, but I don’t believe a thing you say

Cause all I heard were the lies in the notes that you played

 

I’m looking at a, I’m listening to a rubber band

Shapeless in everything

I’m talking bout how, I can do without a rubber band

Not telling me anything

 

Is anyone listening, to more than the hook you used

You know that you’re borrowing, somebody else’s yesterday’s news

 

You sing all the right words, but I don’t believe a thing you say

Cause all I heard were the lies in the notes that you played

 

I’m looking at a, I’m listening to a rubber band

Shapeless in everything

I’m talking bout how, I can do without a rubber band

Not telling me anything

 

All of the fans you’ve made, were bought from the last band like you

All of the plans you’ve made, the same as the last band like you

As if you were the last band like you

 

You sing all the right words, but I don’t believe a thing you say

Cause all I heard were the lies in the notes that you played

 

I’m looking at a, I’m listening to a rubber band

Shapeless in everything

I’m talking bout how, I can do without a rubber band

Not telling me anything

 

Are you telling me anything

You’d tell me anything

 

 

 

 

The Big Heavy  (Slankard, Teran)

 

What if my heart breaks out of my body?

What if it takes off and leaves me for some hottie?

What if my mother decides she don’t love me?

What if I come home to my room full of her hobbies?

What if I lose my will and start smoking again?

What if in the morning I wake up swallowed by my bed?

 

For the thrill of hope, I will never know

The big heavy, it always gets me

For the thrill of hope, I will never know

The big heavy, it always gets me

 

You tell me that I’m different…

 

What if I’m a liar, because the truth is too much work?

What if when things cut me, it no longer hurt?

What if put too much inside my head?

Would it join the ocean, spilling out between my breaths?

 

For the thrill of hope, I will never know

The big heavy, it always gets me

For the thrill of hope, I will never know

The big heavy, it always gets me

 

I don’t know a thing

I just put the soap to skin

I just breathe out and breathe in

It’s just step by step again

 

What if I’m not home when the world ends?

What if I missed the chance to hold your hand?

What if I get an x-ray and they see right through my ribcage?

They tell me I am different

Sometimes I think I’d rather be the same

They tell me I am different

They tell me I am different

They tell me I am different…

 

For the thrill of hope, I will never know

The big heavy, it always gets me

For the thrill of hope, I will never know

The big heavy, it always gets me