Thank you Suzibird for sponsoring Bulldozer!!!

This old-school ilyAIMY tune hasn't seen an album sice rob recorded it on his bedroom 4-track for "Clockwork Wooden Mouse Dreams" (1998). Later, rob poked fun at those eager for a recording - but insisted on truth in advertising - with the 2001 album "Bulldozer Not Included," which featured just about everything but that. Bulldozer tried to make it onto the full-band, studio release, "Myxomatosis Failed," but was cut in favor of a few live tracks. It even failed to make it onto the recently-released live album "Myxomatosis Took Its Toll". But it will wait no longer. Help it grow.

About the Song

"Bulldozer is a typical rob song, drawing from a lot of different sources, poking from a lot of different corners of my brain. The initial idea came from a woman in Baltimore who thought that bulldozing churches was a legitimate method of settling arguments. Add to that the imagery of a woman who I was smitten with. A rare creature who I could not communicate with, but who fulfilled the role of muse beautifully. Sitting up in bed and watching her smoke. Watching her breathe. Wishing that she wasn't such a sad creature. She was always so melancholy..."

-rob

Lyrics

Oh those men they frighten me
with their talk of cars and guns
and I was hoping you might comfort me
with sense and eyes and skin

breathing is the moment
it's the moment held inside of you
it's the purging of the past
so when I lie beside you breathing
the moment's all I ask
yeah the moment's all I ask

Oh those men they frighten me
when they talk their righteous talk
they took out a church, my Grandfather's spring
and hush now baby, you know they cannot bulldoze everything

breathing in your hair
I hold you here in my heart
I ask you to hold me there as well
I'm weeping
it's like satin slipping glass
it's like the moment is slipping past
and this moment is all I have

sharp wit shatters silence
and sharp wit shatters bone
I sense frustration in you
under-estimated
I'm cutting up the time like a clock
keep your voice beneath me
I know it keeps your breathing easy
but keep your voice beneath me
because to me you know you still are breathing

and oh you know you frighten me-
with your talk of boys and fun
and I was hoping you might comfort me
I was hoping you might cover me
I was hoping you might breathe with me
I was hoping you might breathe.

© rob hinkal