• 18″x18″ Blue Plate Special Poster
• 4-page Blue Plate Special “Menu” (flyer)
• First 20 people to pay after the auction closes get a sticker
• Free USPS priority mail shipping in the US with a poster tube

All that for $10, shipped!

Now here’s the bonus. Everyone who buys one (I have 29 of these “packages” for sale) will be entered into a drawing for an autographed copy of the Blue Plate Special CD, signed by all 5 members of the band! There is only one of these CDs, so no guarantees, but your odds are pretty good at 1 in 29.

Read the auction for more details and pics. Happy bidding!

Update Aug 10th – Bidding is complete and 29 lucky winners have finished the auction. I will be out of town this weekend and will let people finish sending in their paypals/etc. I will ship Monday or Tuesday and post a note here when I do.

Update Aug 20th – All of the goods have been shipped and I’m happy to announce the winner of the CD auction is Simon Rhodes from Australia! He’ll be receiving his autographed CD in the mail soon. Thanks again to everyone who bid and to Julie and James for their patience and understanding.

Thanks for bidding!

If you don’t already have the DVD, you should order it now from Kung Fu records. The pre-orders have just started arriving as of yesterday and feedback is incredibly positive.

It’s almost here! Due to release September 13th, we’re just about 2 weeks away from the release of DHC’s first ever DVD covering a House of Blues show. There are 23 songs and a bevy of extras including multiple angles, extra footage, band commentary, subtitles for English and Japanese, trailers and web links. Click the picture to see an enlarged version. You can pre-order it until September 10th for $14.98 from Kung Fu Records

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DHC (horn intro)
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Legend (in front of a letter):
+ = note taken up an octave
p = a pause
# = sharp note
Capital letter means a long note

I never thought about it before
Just close your eyes and ignore
The dark that troubles you most
Don’t let it be here
And if you see it again
Hold your breathe and pretend
That you’re already dead

You’ll never be alone
I will always hold your hand
I’ll never let you fall
‘Cause nothing
Nothing else matters at all
If you’re scared just think of me
‘Cause you know ill never let you be
Anywhere but with me

Forget the story you heard
Why are you worried about the dirt
I don’t think that you’ll mind
When it’s your time
‘Cause I will be there with you
And well figure out what to do
So that you don’t get bored

You’ll never be alone
I’ll always hold your hand
I’ll never let you fall
‘Cause nothing
Nothing else matters at all
If you’re scared just think of me
‘Cause you know ill never let you be
Anywhere but with me

So try to sleep with a smile
I promise ill wait a while
To make sure that you moved on
You won’t be lost
I will always hold your hand
Ill never let you fall
‘Cause nothing
Nothing else matters at all
If you’re scared just think of me
‘Cause you know ill never let you be
Anywhere but with me

Pictures
By Tim Armstrong (as performed by the Dance Hall Crashers)

If you don’t know me please why don’t you tell me
cuz I don’t want to be with you no more.
The story that you tell please somebody yell
I feel the sound before I hear your voice
A midnight battle, the moon casts a shadow
I swear I won’t know of you anymore
From a phone booth, [dime, dyin] tell the truth
I look up through this splint of broken glass.

Now you don’t got a picture of me anymore
Now you don’t got a picture of me anymore

If you don’t know me please why don’t you tell me
cuz I don’t want to be with you no more.
The story that you tell please somebody yell
I feel the sound before I hear your voice
If I thought it possible would you render it impossible
Get as close to darkness as you can
From a phone booth, [dime, dyin] tell the truth
I look up through this splint of broken glass.

Now you don’t got a picture of me anymore
Now you don’t got a picture of me anymore

If you don’t know me please why don’t you tell me
cuz I don’t want to be with you no more.
The story that you tell please somebody yell
I feel the sound before I hear your voice
A Midnight battle, the moon casts a shadow
I swear I won’t know of you anymore
From a phone booth, [dime, dyin] tell the truth
I look up through this splint of broken glass

Now you don’t got a picture of me anymore
Now you don’t got a picture of me anymore
Now you don’t got a picture of me anymore
Now you don’t got a picture of me anymore