Baseball Punx

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This album is a companion piece to the short documentary that is being released by Shibby Pictures, directed by Jak Kerley.

Documentary trailer: www.youtube.com/watch?v=zENduA9DS1s

All songs used with permission of the original artists.

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released January 25, 2018

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Track Name: Urban Outfielders - 3 Strikes
1-2-3 Strikes You're Out
At The Old Ball Game!

Strike One was when I caught you cheering for the Yankees
Strike Two was when you lost my glove
Strike Three was when you got spaghetti on my Jersey
I love you baby but enough is enough

Three Strikes You're Out
Track Name: The Taxpayers - Atlanta's Own
“Turner on the mound, 120 pitches in: right now it's 2 to 1 for
Georgia Tech with runners in between. 1,000 in the bleachers
and 1,000 on the side; right from the stretch...”
“Here comes the pitch!”
“Looks like a hit!”
“Go hit the lights!”
“Go get the phone!”
“Go tell the press!”
“And baby, kiss that ball goodbye!”
“Now, I've called Turner the left-handed NCAA Cy Young before,
Atlanta's own, but this is just absurd: A change-up on the 3 and
2, two-hitter on the line, deep in the 9th, with a runner
hugging third.”
“Weltzer in left field quickly closing on the wall; somehow
squinting through the blinding light, he snags it on the fall!”
“That's the game!”
“But all attention turns now to the pitcher's mound, Turner's
clutching his left shoulder and he's writhing on the mound.”
“Looks like he's hurt!”
“Alert the press!”
“Go get the phone!”
“Go hit the lights!”
“God, what a game!”
“But what a shame!'“What a way to end the night.”
“Georgia Tech must be upset, they can't be happy with this win.
They've got a play-off spot secured, but not a starter that can pitch.”
“Now, I've called Turner the left-handed NCAA Cy Young before,
Atlanta's own, but this is just absurd: A change-up on the 3 and
2, two-hitter on the line, deep in the 9th, with a runner
hugging third. No word yet from the trainer. I can't bear to
see the savior of the Yellow Jackets carried off the field.
That could have been enough to tear his left rotator cuff - I
can't imagine if or when that will heal.”
“A moment away from a perfect game, but hey: some records were
never meant to be broken. Right?”
“A shaky close to a shaky win, shackled by a crippled team.
Improvement? Retention? LEft on the defensive. When everybody
leaves so completely resigned, it's apparent that a dream that
once was shared must have died.”
Track Name: Dead Bars - Los Marineros
Los Marineros. You got a home run while I was going to the bathroom.

It was Cinco De Mayo of 2010. I went to the Mariners game with Tom, Chas, and Dan. New City, New life. Day two at my job, my hopes were high, and I sang...

Los Marineros. You got a home run while I was going to the bathroom.

Now it's Trece De April of 2011. Every Wednesday, I'm at the Little Red Hen.
Thinking about the days gone by. Drinking Rainier beer every night, and I sing...

Los Marineros. You got a home run while I was going to the bathroom.
Los Marineros. I hope this season is better than the last one.

God, I know you know I'm trying. And God, I know you know I've tried.
God, I know you know I'm trying but I can't get it right.
Track Name: Wicked Bears - Piazza, L.A. Dodger
This is the end of the line
This is my calling and election made sure
This is a product without a market
This is the bloody tooth I tied to the door
This is my faith in something more

So, Mike Piazza, where do we go from here?
So, Mike Piazza
another monumental season another unremarkable year
where do we go

This is the end of the line
like a boat without an anchor or a sportsman out of time
so what’s the score? when did I miss my light?
How did I end up where I am tonight?

I wish I could say that I was praying every day
I never felt like anyone was listening to me
But I know a former dodger with about as many answers
That’s the answer, isn’t it? wait
That’s the answer, isn’t it? WAIT
That’s the answer, isn’t it?!?

This is the end of the line
This is my calling and election made sure
This is a product without a market
This is the bloody tooth I tied to the door
This is my faith in something more
Where do we go?
Track Name: Isotopes - Ballad Of Rey Ordoñez
I left my kids behind
And I left my wife alone
Hopped a cyclone fence into Buffalo
And I don't wanna talk about it

Now I'm making highlights
Like nobody's ever seen
But if the team ain't winning they take it out on me
And I don't wanna talk about it

'Cause I'm the Cuban Missile baby
But I just can't get no respect
Because I can't find a way to connect
They walk the pitcher when I'm on deck
And I'm the Cuban Missile child
And I can't find no one to relate
Because I'm still batting .188
Oh man I just ain't no good at the plate

Now my career is tanking
And my contract is up for sale
But I can't go back home or they'll put me in jail
And I don't wanna talk about it

I'm hated in New York now
And Tampa didn't work out
No love in old Chicago
No luck in San Diego
More bad news in Seattle
And Havana is so far away now
Track Name: Hafner - Matt Stairs
You didn't say anything
I walk away

I gave you such a scare
With my fuckin' stare
I'm fuckin' Matt Stairs

I'm gonna take you down mother fucker
Track Name: Alyssa Kai - Drag Bunt Suicide Squeeze
Back at the south boston boys school
Where I first learned to play
Couldn't tell right field from little ol' left field but
They had me anyway
Got on base just once in three years
Hitting an ump in the process
And a sac fly out to center field or something
I was flawless

And I was becoming a creature that none of my
Friends from those days understand
Stuffing my sister's old bra in a white cotton button down
Shirt with the sleeves pulled down over my hands
Hiding the lines that I drew in the mirror
My sister said Honey You Throw Like a Girl like the
Backstop my parents kept in their backyard
Where my father'd walk toward me and mutter these words:

"Drag your feet toward the base
Leave your hands above the plate
Drop the bat and let it roll
You'll be leaving home"

And my sister was a Yankee
'Til she moved away from home
And I didn't give two halves of one shit about baseball
'Til she overdosed
You know my parents they ask me how I'm doing
And I don't wanna lie
So I dither to them about the Red Sox bullpen
'Stead of saying I wanna die

It's like being fourteen around bodies that strained against
Bodies condensed to nonsensical images I
Play back on replay reviewing the calls like when
I saw the Spinners in 2006 I
Asked my friend Greg whether he'd ever thought about
Maybe like I don't know being a girl and when
He told me No I knew I was alone
I would draw in the mirror and mutter these words:

"You're on third the score is tied
Signal's made the pitcher winds
As I square catcher sees
You're coming home to me"
Track Name: Dakota Floyd - Look What You Did You Little Jerk
I've heard you're never too old to be afraid, but sometimes I get sick of being alive. I spend every day thinking about the "could've been"s and all the things that I will never be.

I wish I could put them all down on paper, but I've made a lot of mistakes. And they say that home is where the heart is, but my home is stretched all over this country, and my heart is beating a little too fast to keep up with constantly missing all of the people that I love the best. It's taken me 23 years to get this far, but now what do I have to show but these scars on my wrists, a couple bad tattoos, a collection of baseball cards from 1998, and a thousand notes that I will never send?

I was a burnout at 22, but I guess that's just the way that these things work. Most nights I just wanna die, but I'm scared of all the things that I might miss. I'm just so scared of all the things I'm gonna miss.
Track Name: Paper Ceilings - Rick Ankiel
Rick Ankiel had it all
95 on the black, cut and miss at the breaking ball
Rick Ankiel had it all
Rick Ankiel, he would fall

Rick Ankiel forgot how to throw a strike
Couldn't find the plate, no matter how hard he tried
Matheny wasn't there to catch cause he sliced his hand with a hunting knife
And Duncan did his best of course but he too was stupefied

Rick Ankiel had it all
Rick Ankiel went back to rookie ball

On the mound, he was still wild
But when he swung the bat, sometimes the baseball went a mile
Rick Ankiel began to reconsider
Maybe i'm not a pitcher, maybe I am a hitter

Later on in Memphis, they could not get him out
When he swung the bat, it made this terrifying sound
Everyone took notice, word got around
Front page of the papers, guess who's back in town

Rick Ankiel stepped to the plate
In the bottom of the 7th with two away
Albert loomed on deck so he knew he'd see a strike
Rick Ankiel sent the ball into the night

Rick Ankiel had it all
A hanger at the belt, it barely cleared the wall
Rick Ankiel had it all
Rick Ankiel took a curtain call

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