Naked Plywood

Naked Plywood

 Omaha, Nebraska, USA
BandAlternativeRock

Lots of bands play great music. Naked Plywood plays great SONGS. These songs feature strong melodies with lyrics loaded with wordplay in a rock/blues/alt. style. We have a catalog of over 40 such songs that is receiving a lot of enthusiasm from our fan base. We also have 3 home-made cds available.

Biography

Naked Plywood is a true OMAHA BAND, providing a high energy antidote to the "indie" sound. Shortly after forming, we began writing our own songs, taking on whatever style would strike our fancy. After several years, the songs became "audience worthy", so we went public in 2007 playing as an "originals" house band in the infamous Omaha/Benson scene. We soon found enthusiastic fans who love us as well as our songs. A strong Nick Lowe/Elvis Costello influence is apparent in our songs although our sound is unique in and of itself. We are the real thing, Omaha's best kept secret, playing clever, interesting, songs for grown-ups who refuse to get old.

Lyrics

Smoke

Written By: Tom Wilde

A woman is a woman, but a cigar is a smoke.
Who can know just what that means but the guy who makes it stoke.

And when it hangs about the room and lingers in the air,
It's smoke that keeps their cares afloat and carrys it nowhere

Chorus
Some say the draw is purely physical but I don't think they get the joke.
There's something about the way it makes me burn
and where there's fire, there's smoke

2.
Tiparillo, Meershaum, Corona, fag, Prince Albert in a Can
I don't care, as long as it burns, and I'll be a happy man.
Menthol, 100s, I don't care, It all has the same effect.
The cherry glows, the filter flows, but its smoke they can't forget

I shiver like a refugee standing in the cold
I go to where I have to go for smoke to keep its hold

And when I finally give it up, never to return
Just light my fire, change me into smoke, put the rest into an urn

Breathe

Written By: Tom Wilde

Breathe
As soon as you're able
Ignoring the labels
You're turnin' the tables
As soon as you're able
As soon as you breathe.

Breathe
Just leave it behind you
It's there to remind you
It's not there to bind you
Just leave it behind you.

Breathe
Your inspiration could start a new nation, leave behind the rest.
Breathe
Your last exhalation is your expiration, and then you're out of breath, so breathe

Breathe
As soon as you're ready
Things fall down so petty
Until you breathe steady
As soon as you breathe

It's About Time

Written By: Tom Wilde

I think I better remember,
It's about time.
When I feel my legs danglin'
Off the edge of a dime.
It's flyin' by like an arrow,
It's moving too fast.
When I remember the future,
And forget the past.

I think I'm getting ahead of myself,
I can't convince myself,
It's about time.
I'm dreading the moments ahead,
I think I'm better off dead,
It's about time.
Forgetting the clock on the wall,
It's the cause of it all,
It's about time.
I'm getting ahead of myself,
I can't convince myself.
It's about time.

Here comes that feeling,
It's about time.
I feel it coming whenever
I hear the bells chime.
And every star that you look at,
Is moving away.
And everything that you see now,
Happened some other day.

I think I'm getting ahead of myself,
I can't convince myself,
It's about time.
I'm dreading the moments ahead,
I think I'm better off dead,
It's about time.
Forgetting the clock on the wall,
It's the cause of it all,
It's about time.
I'm getting ahead of myself,
I can't convince myself.
It's about time.

It's now, it's now, it's always now,
And even now I can't say how,
Still now.

It's Still Early

Written By: Tom Wilde

It's still early, I don't want to go home.
It's still early, I still got some places to roam in and out of. I've still got some
fences to climb. It's still early.
And I still got time.

It's still early, I don't want to say goodnight. It's still early, why should we ever deny ourselves all the pleasures from simple to sublime? It's still early and I still got time.

It's still early. You and I both know that there's too many songs left unsung.
It's still early. You and I both know that youth is wasted on the young.

It's still early. Everywhere they're shutting down. It's still early. I think we should have another round. It's still early. The moon's so low in the sky. It's still early, and I've still got time. It's still early, regardless of the time.

What Have We Become

Written By: Tom Wilde

What Have We Become

We walked a mile for a camel, used to be able to run,
And now it turns out my coughin’ is just an ironic pun.

I feel so dumb, What have we become?

We used to dance in our bare feet. We watched the sun as it rose,
Now I’m snorin’ by Leno, I feel fine but heaven knows.

I feel so numb, What have we become?

We used to carry a bright torch. We used to dare to get lit.
Now our passions have cooled off, and we couldn’t be bothered a bit.

I feel so dumb,
What have we become?
I feel so numb.
What have we become?

I’m feelin’ awefully dumb, my life’s hum-drum
And when that feeling comes, then I get numb.

Used to be full of courage, and never thought of our rights,
Now everybody’s a victim, and no one fights their own fights.

I feel so dumb.
What have we become?
I feel so numb.
What have we become?

Red Headed Step Sister

Written By: Tom Wilde

Red Headed Step Sister

She’s taken enough, she can’t take any more.
She’s done sweepin’ up, she’s done moppin’ the floor.
She won’t pick up the pieces anymore for you now.
You might be made of rubber, but she ain’t made of glue.
And now I’m tellin’ you mister, you tried to hit but you missed her.

Your red headed step sister.

She’s paid her dues, she’s paid every red cent.
She can move a mountain, you can’t make a dent.
If she was your slave, you think that she’d be grateful.
We’ll I’ve got news for you, and it’s a plate-full.
One hand’s holdin’ a blister, the other hand’s holdin’ a fist,

She’s your red headed step sister.

She’s callin’ your bluff, time to show what you got.
Time to lay it all down, see who’s in and who’s not.
And when the last card is placed upon the table.
Then we’ll see who’s fit, and who’s not able.
Your place looks like its hit by a twister,
And now I bet you really miss her.

Your red headed step sister.

Elephant in My Living Room

Written By: Tom Wilde

There's an elephant in my living room.
He grew up in a circus, and I did too.
But he didn't like the way
He had to spend his days
Working for peanuts.

So he packed up his trunk and moved away.
Now my pachyderm room-mate's here to stay.
Now my furniture's in ruins,
All the pieces have been strewn,
From the elephant in my living room.

Don't be bashful, don't be shy.
Don't you dare to look him in the eye.
Cuz the elephant never forgets.
And you might end up soaking wet.
Cuz he's kind of big and he's awfully smart.
And he really feels a lot with his elephant heart.
There'd be nothing more that you could do.
With the elephant in my living room.

There's an elephant in my living room,
And he's doin' the things that elephants do.
But no one want to talk,
So they all learn to walk
On eggshells around it.

But he came here to live so long ago.
And I'll never be able to tell him no.
And it seems it's much too late,
And at the same time its too soon
All for the elephant in my living room.

Don't be bashful, don't be shy.
Don't you dare to look him in the eye.
Cuz the elephant never forgets.
And you might end up soaking wet.
Cuz he's kind of big and he's awfully smart.
And he really feels a lot with his elephant heart.
And you never know how he might react.
Cuz his trunk is out and his derm is packed.
There'd be nothing more that you could do.
With the elephant in my living room.

Discography

3 CDs, given to friends or sold at gigs.
Amniocentesis (2004)
Mea Culpa (2006)
It's About Time (CD release June 7, 2008)

Set List

CD RELEASE PARTY set list
When I First Met My Baby
What Have We Become?
Pedestal
Breathe
Foolish Things
Freudian Slip
Elephant in My Living Room
It's About Time
Eye To Eye

We have over 40 songs in our catalog, all of them originals. When we play a set, it is typically a dozen songs, lasting 50 minutes. We had a weekly house band gig where we played 2-3 sets each week, entertaining from 8:30 to 11:00.