Kids From Nowhere

Kids From Nowhere

 Austin, Texas, USA
BandAmericanaRockabilly

Kids From Nowhere began as a Tel Aviv-based experiment in American music, heavily influenced by Texas "outlaw" songwriters, blues, and the British Invasion.

Biography

Kids From Nowhere began as a Tel Aviv-based experiment in American music, heavily influenced by Texas "outlaw" songwriters, blues, and the British Invasion.

Active since 2007, Kids From Nowhere have played to Israeli, European, and American audiences and released "Kick It In" in October, 2012. Produced by Or Bahir (Eatliz, Amit Erez).

Zach Wheat has retooled the band since in his native Texas after finding strong support in past tours and a successful SXSW showcase and radio support.

Lyrics

Baby Doll

Written By: Zach Wheat

e
the way she walks
a
when she wears that tight black dress
e
i swore I wouldn't break
a
like she done the rest

e
the way she growls
a
the way she looks tonight
e
I wanna yell her name out loud
a
and squeeze her sweet ass tight
b
\Baby doll you make you make frown
a
\I spit whiskey in my toilet brown
b
\Baby girl you hurt my head
a e
\crawling cross the tile half past dead

i want to steal her heart away
but she filled mine up with dirt
and she won't take my calls
cause she's only got time to flirt

so i went down to the bursa
rode the horse and russian whores
woke up in vomit
covered up in nasty sores

soaked my pain in whiskey
soaked my sorrow in bad speed
so many kinds of love on earth
but there's only one that I need

its time to cut and run
get far away from you
the one thing that i haven't tried
seems the only thing left to do

Bone Coast

Written By: Zach Wheat

Bone Coast

d a
surrounded by strangers
g d
i am just a ghost
d a
hungover at sunrise
g d
on the lonely bone coast.
she wouldn't scrape me off her shoe
and I couldn't scrape her off my mind
love burns like a rubber tire
she's just a friend of mine

chorus: d
But she loved me real,
a g
loved me real, loved me real,
d
loved me real

i'd kill to be in Austin
with my friends from San Antone
Where the birds are free as girls
and the Man leaves you alone

Hell I'd even take a ticket
out to Hollywood and Vine
get some marching powder
and see a friend of mine.

chorus:

bridge:
bm g
woke up on the backside
bm a
of a lost weekend
bm g
seven years and many tears
d a
I'll never see again

(d a few times)

solo:
D,A7,G7, D
D,A, G, D
(2x)

she give me too much pity
and she gave me too much hell
and she took all my junk magic
and threw it down a well

I'd just as soon hat on out
and put on my skates
but home's a place long sold out
at sub-prime rates

chorus:
bridge:
solo:

d a
surrounded by strangers
g d
i am just a ghost
d a
hungover at sunrise
g d
on the lonely bone coast.

she wouldn't scrape me off her shoe
and I won't scrape her off my mind
love burns like an American flag
she was only a friend of mine

Butterflies

Written By: Zach Wheat

Her hands are no stranger to labor,
her nails are shorter than mine.
And her hands keep buzzing like honeybees
as they pour me a warm glass of wine.

Her kindness walks me the long way home,
her gentle voice in my ear.
And I step away from my dark domain,
'cause I am feelin' no fear.

So long last to your dreamin'
Long last your to your peace.
May sleep greet your White Tail eyes
And your hands that dance like butterflies.

I hope you're sleepin' sound tonight
as I lie beneath these city lights.
But the wind could never chill my blood
After you warmed it tonight.

So long last to your dreamin'
Long last your to your peace.
May sleep greet your White Tail eyes
And your hands that dance like butterflies.

These moment in time, I surely know
where never meant to be shared.
But I thought I needed to write it down
Just so you knew I cared.

So long last to your dreamin'
Long last your to your peace.
May sleep greet your White Tail eyes
And your hands that dance like butterflies.

And your hands that dance like butterflies.
And your hands that dance like butterflies...

Kiss Me Like a Girl

Written By: Zach Wheat

She's my dirty-sweet, little treat, dressed like a witch from the Weber Street swap meet,
Ah huh

Chorus:
She said if you want to go down
And play with my pearl
You better shave that beard boy
And kiss me like a
Girl...

She was a little dykey vampire
And she was dressed in black
And she liked to scrape her long, long nails
Across my hairy back

She was into Bauhaus
And she was into speed
And she was into Santaria
And it was time for her to feed

Chorus

She said if I ever left her
Her daddy'd track me down
Get a wetback up to kill me
And my body won't be found

She said "Let's go to Laredo,
Cross the border and get hitched."
But fifteen years, is way to young
To get stuck with a psycho bitch

Chorus

Biscuits

Written By: Zach Wheat

Well I woke up in my bathroom this morning.
Too much medicine for the screamin' in my head.
sometimes I wake up and it feels like Austin.
Sometimes I wake up and it feels like lead.
Oh, the bees inside my belly are half-dead

My mama calls and says "Where are your balls boy?
I know you had them on when you was born.
Tel Aviv you think that's where you lost them?
Well your bees are drunk and girly and all torn.
You ain't making no sweet honey, just candy corn."

Chorus:
But if you bet your money
I will make the sweetest honey
When your biscuit's baked
Come and blow some smoke on my bees
When your biscuit's baked, come and blow some smoke on my bees.

(Chorus)

I sit around just looking at your fingers
Want to use them as a brush to paint this storm
Shuts my mouth and stares into your silence
Yeah, there's something 'bout your silence makes me warm.
Yeah, there's something 'bout your silence makes me warm.

Chorus (x2)

Don't Fight Your Lonely

Written By: Zach Wheat

Little junkie in despair
I fell down and saw my lonely there.
Lookin’ for you but you can't be found.
They say you've gone to Sydney-town
This coffee tastes like mud without you around.

So I went down to the hoodoo man
Said you was gone to a foreign land
Told him give me my money back
This gris-gris is outta whack.
This ain't lonely, this is a heart attack.

Then he looked up ‘to my face
closed his eyes in sad disgrace
then he started to tap his feet
drowning the sound of my defeat
he said:

Don't fight your lonely, teach it how to swing
(he said)
Don't fight your lonely
Don't fight your lonely
If you love her show me
Let the words flow slowly
Don't fight your lonely, teach it how to swing

Well I'd love to tell some tough guy lies.
But the tears were streamin' from my eyes.
I looked away but I tapped my feet
wonderin' if we'd ever meet.
But I was feelin' you, & it was something sweet

(he said)
Don't fight your lonely
Don't fight your lonely
If you love her show me
Let the words flow slowly
Don't fight your lonely, teach it how to swing ,

He said if you need to holler & shout
jump boy jump boy, let it out
Tell them blues to get in line
And save it to you're feelin' fine
He said, "That's fifty dollars, for my precious time."

(he said)
Don't fight your lonely
Don't fight your lonely
If you love her show me
Let the words flow slowly
Don't fight your lonely, teach it how to swing

Favorite Time of Year

Written By: Zach Wheat

I don't much like city life,
but I keep dreamin' she's my wife.
That's why I can't stand an open sky:
It makes me think of her and that makes me cry.

I can't travel up Haifa way,
'cause I get this urge to jump in the bay.
Get this feeling in my throat,
if you threw me in, I wouldn't float.

Chorus:
So let me make it clear, she's still my favorite time of year,
and I don't see that changing... any real time soon.
Any real time soon. Any real time soon (no ma'am).

I gotta stay near concrete ground
'cause when I see green, it's like she's around.
I can't eat meat, I can't drink wine,
'cause when I do I get lost in time.
And I think about her in the shower
looking like rain on smiling flower.
There's some things ya'll shouldn't know,
like the way I blushed when she kissed me slow.

(Chorus + Break)

Well I finally found myself,
but she's long gone with someone else.
Sharing secrets and a cigarette,
with some jackass in a black corvette.

But this song ain't no George Jones song.
I ain't drunk and crying cause she done me wrong.
There's something ya'll need to understand,
She took an old tired baby,
that became nothing more
and nothing less,
than a man.

Millie's Song

Written By: Zach Wheat

Outside the old Koreatown bar,
some trendy kids leaned against a car.
Watching a junkie fallin' down,
crying to herself and lookin' around.

Her face was pale, pretty as can be,
but with miles of lines where they shouldn't be,
all leading t one eye, puffy and black.
She put her tongue in my mouth,
full of second-hand crack.

I felt so naked in that moment of shame,
I nearly dropped her when she said my name.
The kids all laughed when I turned red.
She held me tight and then she said:

(Chorus)
Don't you know me?
My name is Millie Marcozi.
Will you show me,
the way to get back home?

Don't you know me?
We both drank with Tony.
I guess this light don't show me
the way I used to be.

I put an arm around her to steady her walk,
as she directed me right at the end of the block.
She told me she'd met me ten times or more,
and she's heard my stories ten times before.

Every night we talked, she said it's always the same,
I'd be faraway drunk and ask her her name.
She said I'd talk for hours 'bout hating my boss,
make jokes about heartache, disappointment and loss.

[chorus]

She told me 'bout home down in New South Wales,
her dysfunctional family and all that entails.
And how she ran off to LA, to be famous or dead;
got her first commercial, dyed her her hair red.

But making a living was just too damn hard,
so she got a shady boyfriend for the easy green card.
Now he beats her if won't turn his tricks.
He sells the rocks, while she sucks the dicks.

[chorus]

We got to her brownstone; the lights were all on.
It was time for work, in a party at dawn.
She pressed herself 'gainst me, half scream and half sigh,
as we watched the sun burn through the brown LA sky.

And she swore that she loved me, even if I'd forget,
and she thanked me for the moment of time that we'd spent.
As she started to paint her whore face on,
I went home to forget her,
and drink the day gone.

[chorus]

Don't you know me?
We both drank with Tony.
I guess this light don't show me
the way I really am.

Vegas Boogie

Written By: Zach Wheat

Don't ask him if he's up.
Don't ask him if he's down.
Don't ask him if he's slept a wink
Or if his chaperon's around.

Oh Vern he always does his best
to keep a watchful eye.
But if he knows how much he's lost,
you can be damn sure that'll lie.
Yeah you can be damns sure that he'll lie.

Chorus:
He's back in town
Runnin' round
Slapping all his money down.
There's something bout that casino sound.
Someone call the lost and found.

He don't want no food or drink
He don't have the time to blink.
He's gotta get his head in sync,
Watching all his savings shrink.

Oh Dad he's got the Vegas Boogie on tonight.
Dad he's got the Vegas boogie on tonight.

Vern said the flight was all first class,
and the Luxor gave 'em a suite.
But he's been on his toes for 2 days straight,
And he wants to rest his feet.
Yeah...he said he wants to rest his feet.

So I took over the best I could
But I knew he wouldn't listen to me
The man can boogie them tables all night long.
Just holdin' in his pee
Oh, just holdin' in his pee.

Chorus

Break

Reapeat first verse

Chorus

Dad he's got the Vegas Boogie on tonight (4x)

All the Things We Do

Written By: Zach Wheat

All The Things We Do

Intro G C D

G
All the things we do, All the things we do
C
Aw…like babies we all drool , All the things we do
D C
We think we're so damn cool, everyone one of us a fool
G
For pretty girls

G
Who's that girl with them fancy pants on
C
I said I don't know, she ain't doin' me wrong
D
Says what do I need to get a girl like that
C
Said she don’t want no fool in a baseball hat

(The Whole song is just the same G C D all the way through)

He said maybe so but I like her style
I'd chase that face a country mile
I said “Shit, for her man, I‘d get in shape”
Run so hard, the poor girl probably screaming rape!
(She’d at least be callin’ the police, I guarantee that)

G
All the things we do, All the things we do
C
Aw…like babies we all drool , All the things we do
D C
We think we're so damn cool, everyone one of us a fool
G
For pretty girls

Who's that girl with them fancy shades on
I said I don't know but I'll write me a song
Lookin at her, she lookin at me?
He said “She wouldn’t look at you if you fell from a tree.”
I said I just go crazy when she smiles like that
I’d still be in love even if she was fat
He said “With that ass, and with that grace,
I hardly noticed she had a face.”
(Wooo, you’re a dirty man)

G
All the things we do, All the things we do
C
Aw…like babies we all drool , All the things we do
D C
We think we're so damn cool, everyone one of us a fool
G
For pretty girls

Solo

G
All the things we do, All the things we do
C
Aw…like babies we all drool , All the things we do
D C
We think we're so damn cool, everyone one of us a fool
G
For pretty girls

Who's that girl walkin’ up to us
I said hush me now man, don't make it rough
(“Girl” voice) “Are you all right? Is something wrong?”
I said “hell no darling…let me finish my soooong.”

Discography

"Kick It In" LP, 2012