Chris Merritt and The Dirty Girls

Chris Merritt and The Dirty Girls

 New York City, New York, USA
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Chris Merritt is a melody hustling piano rock quartet somewhere between the sonorities of Ben Folds Five and Weezer. Their songwriting focuses on topics of science, reason, and honesty. The music features thick 4 part vox harmonies, innovative instrumental lines, and the best damn melodies around.

Biography

Chris Merritt is a piano driven rock quartet based in Brooklyn, NY. The song writing is centered mostly around subjects of progressive science and reasoning shown in the light of bitter honesty and quirky humor. The music features thick layers of vocal harmonies, counter lines, stand alone heart wrenching melodies....oh, and face melting piano solos. With an arsenal of over 1200 original songs, the group is one of the most prolific bands on the scene today.

In 2009 Brett Ripley (drummer/percussionist/arranger) and Chris Merritt (Pianist/ lead vocalist/songwriter) uprooted from Virginia and moved their efforts to Brooklyn. In New York, the duo joined with bassist, Robert McCullough, and Guitarist/auxillary man, Sunny Ratcliff (both also from VA) to flesh out their dream of the most perfect mixture of sonorities ever presented as a rock band.

In addition to winning first or second prize in every song writing competition they have entered, the group has opened for artists such as Ben Folds, David Bazan, and Hanson. Chris Merritt has also shared the stage with Marcus Roberts, Robert Sledge (Ben Folds Five), Matt and Kim, Jeff Coffin (Dave Matthews Band), Reel Big Fish, Wycliffe Gordon (Wynton Marsalis), Chris Slade (AC/DC), and John Beasley (Miles Davis).

Currently the group is working on promoting and building a massive tangible fan base in NYC. Chris Merritt is also looking for the right manager, booking agent, and/or record label to join forces with and start presenting the thousands of recordings on hand to the masses.

Lyrics

Sarah and the Fabric of Reality

Written By: Chris Merritt

Sarah And The Fabric Of Reality (based on some of the theories and ideas of David Deutsch)

Sarah meant a lot to me

Sarah meant a lot to me

Sarah meant a lot to me

But she's just a freak on a rock out in space

And I'm a brain inside a man

Much too affected by the plan

To ever really understand it

I see through the window of a fish-to-frog

And frog-to-ape

I change my shape

Outside, inside, where's my God?

Albert meant a lot to me

Hawking meant a lot to me

Dawkins meant a lot to me

But they say Sarah, she ain't nothing but scum

But I know this to be a lie

'Cause she can look into the sky

And she can start to understand it

Her brain is a mobile of the sun and moon

Behind her face

Is all of space and time

That's why, there's my God

How many million years? what does that mean?

How many billion years? was it fifteen?

Reduce it to nothing but luck

That's enough time to make anything

Question my soul, unlock my code, dig up my bones, space-time unfold

(spark light quark bright fire mighty charge meet charge matter meet matter heat up cool down star quasar supernova

sun moon planet cell fish shellfish brain mouth eyes legs man fire sing shout fight fire with fire)

A multiversal view is more than Sarah can count cause that's an infinite amount

And there are infinite types

Does that mean David is right? in at least one or most or all of them

If I'm a spiritual machine, take me back to the green

Hear me, hear me

I want to live forever

Shouldn't be too long now

Sarah?

Mafia

Written By: Chris Merritt

(based on the TV series "The Sopranos")

Come to the alleys of New York, come on we're not gonna bite ya

Come to the underground, come on we're not gonna fight ya

This family don't forget, you do favors, we bring the money back to you now

Won't be very long until I've made you

What do you need, well I call my friends

Won't be very long until I've made you

What do you need, well I call my friends

Carry on

Beauty of mine, I could have sworn I seen you laughing, do you think it's funny, punk?

I'll show you what I think is funny too while I'm forcing respect on everyone

I just want to be the one that gets you high

Come to the alleys of New Jersey, come on we just wanna bite ya

All my city

Come to the underground, we only want to ignite you

All alone in the dark, all alone in the dark

This family don't forget, you killed Vinnie, we'll bring the bullet back to you now

Won't be very long until I've found ya

Give me a reason not to call my friends

Won't be very long until I've found ya

Give me a reason not to call my friends

Carry on

Beauty of mine, I could have sworn I seen you laughing, do you think it's funny, punk?

I'll show you what I think is funny too and I'll show you respect for family

I just want to be the one that gets you high

Blood runs down mixes with tears on its way to the open gasping mouth of the fallen Capo a drop

Of saliva joins the new mixture now on his begging lip "our kids go to the same school I was a fool

I'll make it up to you my Don don't look at me that way" and a hand goes tenderly up to the place on his head

Where the blunt of the gun was used now it's the barrel that's gazing at his face and held in place by a

Stoney-eyed Capofamiglia

"You're gonna burn like the saint that you held in your hands you're gonna learn how it feels to be a stool pigeon"

So the trigger is pulled and the blood soaks flesh and cement and tiny wires tiny wires tiny wires the heroin

Down in the basement sleeps alone for one more night the heroin down in the basement sleeps alone for

One more night

Cruise Elroy

Written By: Chris Merritt

(based on Ms. Pacman)

No matter where I turn, you've got the devil eye

No matter where I hide, you've got the devil eye

You're taking my money, but I will never complain

You're taking my money, but I will never complain

Where are going? You're just running a maze

here are going? You're just running a maze

Tell me your secrets, yeah, I'll never give them away

Tell me your secret, yeah, I'm gonna give it away

I eat and I kill you, but you come back

I eat and I kill you, but you come back

Well yeah, you've been on my mind, mmm-mmm

Better you watch yourself I'm taking Billy out

Popping a hundred pills I'm taking Billy down

Ninja or ghost? Baby, I am only a head

Ninja or ghost? Baby, I am only a head

Wherever we're going, we're still running a maze

Wherever we end up, we're still running a maze

Tell me the secret now, I'm gonna give it away

Tell me the secret now, I'm gonna give it away

I eat and I kill you, but you come back

I eat and I kill you, but you come back

Yeah, you've been on my mind, mmm-mmm

Cruise Elroy

The Long Road

Written By: Chris Merritt

I see you, you can stop trying to hide

There's a twinkle in your eye and it's giving you away

Get with it lady, stop trying to hide

There's a demon by your side and you're never gonna catch me

I took the long road

I took the longest way

I took the wrong road

I took the wrongest way

I'm sorry I was blinded by my love and I thought that I was tough

But there's nothing gonna change me

I see you in the corner with the ropes down, waiting for the next round

You're never gonna get me

I took the long road

I took the longest way

I took the wrong road

I took the wrongest way

Yeah

I took the long road

I took the longest way

I took the wrong road

I took the wrongest way

I knew it when I heard you say cocaine

I knew it when we ran into your boyfriend

Out there on the street, with his new girl

And we were stuck with what he left you

Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm

Now we're being wounded by the fray

I thought that there was hope, I thought that I could cope

But the more I try to swallow this the more I just choke

This is not a joke, this is not a joke

I can feel the rope tighten on my throat

And is there another way?

We made it through the day

But still you're smiling and I'm thinking that we're doing okay

But then crying and remembering and now we're up late

(Open your eyes)

And my eyes are barely open and I'm hearing you say

Can you see me straight?

Can you see me straight?

Do you see me straight?

Do you see me straight, or am I a blurry line?

Oh, but can you see me straight?

Do you see me straight?

Can you see me straight?

Do you see me straight, or am I a blurry line?

I took the long road

I took the longest way

I took the wrong road

I took the wrongest way

Hey

I took the long road

I took the longest way

I took the wrong road

I took the wrongest way

Silly Asshole

Written By: Chris Merritt

Silly Asshole

What's up with Japanese girls? Ain’t the stereotype that they like white boys

They look at me like dirty laundry

They always hit me with bureacracy

Then the most stunning Japanese girl on this earth gave me her number to call

Maybe I don't want to wait around like a silly asshole

Maybe I don't want to be an old dirty rascal

Maybe I don't want to wait around like a silly asshole

OK I know that I'm an asshole

But that doesn’t mean I'm gonna stand around waiting like an even bigger asshole

I found the girl of my dreams but she made me wait so long

we held a little bit tighter

But she don’t want to get this started

I’ll wait till you figure it out but I’m not gonna put all my money down

Maybe I don't want to wait around like a silly asshole

Maybe I don't want to be an old dirty rascal

Maybe I don't want to wait around like a silly asshole

OK I know that I'm an asshole

But that doesn’t mean I'm gonna stand around waiting like an even bigger asshole

Maybe I don't want to wait around like a silly asshole

Maybe I don't want to be an old dirty rascal

Maybe I don't want to wait around like a silly asshole

OK I know that I'm an asshole

But that doesn’t mean I'm gonna stand around waiting like an even bigger asshole

Sugar

Written By: Chris Merritt

Metal hits the ground after floating over.

Air traffic control I am rolling over.

Sleep was long ago and it's not about to come

But I am. Baby I am.

You know it means a lot to me.

I don't know what you need.

I got sugar on call. Holler if you need some.

You're not sweet but you're funny

You don't got a lot of money,

but you get by with the money you made on your own.

I forget to breathe when you speak sincerely.

I forget to sleep when I hold you near me.

You told me where you're at and if you tell me one more time,

I'll weep. I swear I will weep.

And I'll never understand

why we can never land.

I got sugar on call. Holler if you need some.

Around you, I can be funny.

We don't got a lot of money

but we get by with the money we made on our own.

I don't want to call you. I just want to feel you.

I don't want to write you. I just want to touch you.

I'm sick of sitting tight. I'm sick of thinking of you.

I don't want to hold back. I just want to love you.

I don't want to calm down. i just want to love you.

I don't want to tip toe. I just want to love you.

I don't want to lose you. I don't want to need you.

I don't want to call you. I just want to love you.

Radio

Written By: Chris Merritt

Radio

I got a radio, it sounds a little funky / I got a radio, but it tries to fool me / I got a radio, but it appeals to monkeys / I smash a radio, and it starts to soothe me

You suck when you sing / Your slow-moving king has lost to my queen

I got a radio, it sounds a little funky / I got a radio, but it tried to fool me / I got a radio, it appeals to monkeys / I smash a radio, and it starts to soothe me

Your bitches are broke / Your bands are a joke / And you can’t hold us back / We’ve taken your land, but we don’t have a plan for building it back

It tries to fool me

Far far away from the love I’ve seen / Opposite sides of a limousine / Making a path through the hordes of zombies / Anyone out there to hear me? Please

Give your bishops rusty saws (Never gonna break) / Give your knights a giant hoss (Never gonna break) / Give your pawns a worthy cause (Never gonna break) / Give your rooks degrees in law

I got a radio, it sounds a little funky / I got a radio, and it tries to fool me / I got a radio, but it appeals to monkeys / I smash a radio, and it starts to soothe me

I got a radio, it sounds a little funky / I got a radio, and it tries to fool me / I got a radio, but it appeals to monkeys / I smash a radio, and it starts to soothe me

Brett: AAArrrghhh! I f***ed up a little bit on the end. Chris: yeah me too! (impromptu song) Beautiful. Okay, good on Radio.

Wire

Written By: Chris Merritt

Wire

Move your feet and grok my beat / I’m a cold-blooded killer, so where’s my meat?

And it feels just like I’m walking on a wire over lion and shark / Yeah it feels just like I’m walking on a wire over fire and spark

I don’t really want to go anywhere else / I don’t really want to go anywhere else / I don’t really want to know anything else about this world

I could see you were just like me / I can tell you like could never even wanted you to see my freak / In the night I meet my friend / She was nice like a lay, she burned my end

And it feels just like I’m walking through the mire but the fire is deep / So there isn’t any way I’m going to tire on the mountain so steep / And it feels just like I’m walking on a wire over lion and shark / Yeah it feels just like I’m walking on a wire over fire and spark

I don’t really want to go anywhere else / I don’t really want to go anywhere else / I don’t really want to know anything else about this world

White Boy

Written By: Chris Merritt

A million species dead and I’m still here / But can I tough it out for one more year?

Try to keep moving, yeah / Got to keep it all moving, yeah / Try to keep it all moving, yeah / Try to keep it all moving

Hunting/gathering was my forte / But now I stare at flashing lights all day

We got to keep it all moving, yeah / Got to keep it all moving, yeah / Got to keep it all moving, yeah / You got to keep it all moving

Well maybe I’m not the one for you / I’m just a little white boy / I’m just a little white boy / I mean a little white boy

The times are changing / The times are changing / The times are changing

The Japanese laugh about the teenage girl / Aborigines laugh about their little world / the Germanese laugh about the bomb unfurled / Apaches laugh about the magic rain / while Yankees we laugh while going down in flame

Well maybe he’s not the one for you / I’m just a little white boy / Do you need a little white boy? / I’m just a little scared boy

The times are changing / The times are changing / The times are changing

Would you do me this favor, this favor, this favor? / Won’t you be my neighbor, my neighbor, my neighbor? / Would you do me this favor, this favor, this favor? / Won’t you be my neighbor, my neighbor, my neighbor, my neighbor, my neighbor?

Dance karate

Written By: Chris Merritt

Leaning against the wall
I saw you looking so hot
Walked towards your smile (?)
And groovy glancing
Looking in each others eyes
And there’s not
Any exchange of words
We just start dancing

Baby I’m a stranger
You’re a stranger to me
But we’re moving and we’re grooving
Baby I’m a stranger
That’s in danger of
Falling for you and your grooving
Even though you never said a word
I’m glad you can woo me
With your booty
Baby I’m a stranger
You’re a stranger to me
But we’re moving and we’re grooving, oh

By the way you move
Your gorgeous body
Somehow I can read your
Thoughts so clearly
Baby don’t you stop that
Dance karate
Ain’t no ninja master
Coming near

Baby I’m a stranger
You’re a stranger to me
But we’re moving and we’re grooving
Baby I’m a stranger
That’s in danger of
Falling for you and your grooving
Even though you never said a word
I’m glad you can woo me
With your booty
Baby I’m a stranger
You’re a stranger to me
But we’re moving and we’re grooving

Eleven o’clock
Twelve o’clock
Don’t stop the music
One forty-five
Two o’clock
Don’t stop the music
Seven o’clock
Eight o’clock
Don’t stop the music
Don’t stop this sound
(???)
Dancing till our feet
Are burning down the disco
Dancing till our shoes
Tear a crater in the floor
Dancing till our toes
Are starting a tornado
Dancing like no mortal man
Has ever danced before

Eleven o’clock
(Dancing till our feet)
Twelve o’clock
(Are burning down the disco)
Don’t stop the music
One forty-five
(Dancing till our shoes)
Two o’clock
(Tear a crater in the floor)
Don’t stop the music
Seven o’clock
(Dancing till our toes)
Eight o’clock
(Are starting a tornado)
Don’t stop this sound
(Dancing like no mortal man)
(???)
(Has ever danced before)

Baby I’m a stranger
You’re a stranger to me
But we’re moving and we’re grooving
Baby I’m a stranger
That’s in danger of
Falling for you and your grooving
Even though you never said a word
I’m glad you can woo me
With your booty
Baby I’m a stranger
You’re a stranger to me
But we’re moving and we’re grooving

All night long
All night long
All night long
All night long
All night

Eleven o’clock
(Dancing till our feet)
Twelve o’clock
(Are burning down the disco)
Don’t stop the music
One forty-five
(Dancing till our shoes)
Two o’clock
(Tear a crater in the floor)
Don’t stop the music
Seven o’clock
(Dancing till our toes)
Eight o’clock
(Are starting a tornado)
Don’t stop this sound
(Dancing like no mortal man)
(???)
(Has ever danced before)

Eleven o’clock
(Dancing till our feet)
Twelve o’clock
(Are burning down the disco)
Don’t stop the music
One forty-five
(Dancing till our shoes)
Two o’clock
(Tear a crater in the floor)
Don’t stop the music
Seven o’clock
(Dancing till our toes)
Eight o’clock
(Are starting a tornado)
Don’t stop this sound
(Dancing like no mortal man)
(???)
(Has ever danced before)

Do you like this music
We’ve been making?
Do you like this music
We’ve been making?
Do you like this music
We’ve been making?
Do you like this music
We’ve been making?

Discography

Songs From Brokeland (2011)

Virginia is for Hoverers Part 2 (2010)

Virginia is For Hoverers Part 1 (2009)

Demos of NOD (2009)

Pixie and The Bear (2008)

Hello Little Captain (2007)