We Like It When We Play Our Tunes album cover

Nobody Does It Like We Do

June 12, 2026

Album credits and lyrics Oliver Norred — vocals, piano, mixing Wyatt Markgraf — guitar Aaron Greisen — bass (tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, and 8) Jet Greisen — bass (tracks 6 and 9) Kai Brozovich — drums Ava Lim — alto saxophone Carlos Alvarez — tenor saxophone Andrew Buckingham — trumpet Sophie and Zara — background vocals (track 5) Tracks 6 and 9 produced by Calla Avery at 7 Hills Studio Album cover by Greta Enloe with photography by Matt Repplier 1 Clock Phone Call me from your clock phone Wind it up and call me from your little gear box phone I’ll take it on my clock phone Crank that clock phone crank! Call me from your clock phone Listen to its innermost mechanical clock drone Get a case, it’s shock-prone! Crank that clock phone crank! Tick tick tick tick ding ding ding It’s about time I hear that ring It’s about time that cuckoo sing It’s about time you call me from your Tick tick tick tick ding ding ding It’s about time I hear that ring It’s about time that cuckoo sing It’s about time you call me from your Call me from your clock phone Take my second hand and put it into a sock phone You got that make me talk phone Crank that clock phone crank! Call me from your clock phone I’ll listen for that old familiar tickety tock tone And get into my clock zone Crank that clock phone crank Tick tick tick tick ding ding ding It’s about time I hear that ring It’s about time that cuckoo sing It’s about time you call me from your Tick tick tick tick ding ding ding It’s about time I hear that ring It’s about time that cuckoo sing It’s about time you call me from your Clock phone holds 12 numbers Will you make one of them mine? You can call me up at 6 o’clock And we won’t hang up till 9! Tick tick tick tick ding ding ding It’s about time I hear that ring It’s about time that cuckoo sing It’s about time you call me from your Tick tick tick tick ding ding ding It’s about time I hear that ring It’s about time that cuckoo sing It’s about time you call me from your clock phone 2 Skate Down My Cheek Snow quiets everything There’s no lanes on the road The sidewalk’s anything The snow plow plows so slow Skate down my cheek Pick a frozen river It might be melodramatic But it’ll melt when we’re older Skate down my cheek Pick a frozen river I know it’s melodramatic But it’ll melt when we’re older I cried so I could not talk Forgiveness on your shoulders Now new snow under bootsole Out of breath, I get colder Skate down my cheek Pick a frozen river It might be melodramatic But it’ll melt when we’re older Skate down my cheek Pick a frozen river I know it’s melodramatic But it’ll melt when we’re older The sun rises too fast And I well up at last The crud we’ve both amassed Is sprinting from the past 3 The Center of the World Your heart is the center of the world And I’m gonna dig straight down I’ve seen your rivers, your flowers, your crust I love everything I’ve found But deep down there’s an energy Untapped geothermal From your heart, the center of the world Your heart is the edge of the cosmos Observable, but only just I’ll gaze through red-shifted glasses And sort through bright stardust But out there, there’s an energy Quasaric, supernoval From your heart From your heart From your heart 4 Sock Puppets If these toes could talk They’d tell me to get down I’m supposed to use these socks To get around round round round round round round round A pair of googly eyes And a drop of hot glue Makes them come alive I do what I have to A sock can be a dancer A sock could be the answer A sock can be my date tonight In the spotlight Sock puppets don’t need shirts when it gets hot Don’t make this any worse It happened once before Put on the four freshmen Her eyes moved like yours Did you just ask me a question? As though I’m Willem Dafoe And you’re the green goblin Or that’s a grass stain on the toe And you just heard myself talking A sock can be a dancer A sock could be the answer A sock can be my date tonight In the spotlight A sock can be a dancer A sock could be the answer Oh, a sock can be my date tonight In the spotlight, oh In the spotlight In the spotlight In the spotlight In the spotlight 5 A Ton of Cash You can’t expect us (you can’t expect us) To give a damn (to give a damn) About your profits (about your profits) Or cash in hand (or cash in hand) If that’s the way (if that’s the way) You want us to act (you want us to act) You’ll have to give us (you’ll have to give us) A ton of cash (a ton of cash) A hundred million (a hundred million) Is not enough (is not enough) For us to give you (for us to give you) A tiny fuck (a tiny fuck) Five hundred million (five hundred million) Is not enough (is not enough) For us to give you (for us to give you) A tiny fuck (a tiny fuck) Exploitation Wage starvation Relocation Deportations You can’t expect us (you can’t expect us) To give a damn (to give a damn) About your profits (about your profits) Or cash in hand (or cash in hand) If that’s the way (if that’s the way) You want us to act (you want us to act) You’ll have to give us (you’ll have to give us) A ton of cash (a ton of cash) A hundred million (a hundred million) Is not enough (is not enough) For us to give you (for us to give you) A tiny fuck (a tiny fuck) Five hundred million (five hundred million) Is not enough (is not enough) For us to give you (for us to give you) A tiny fuck (a tiny fuck) Wage starvation Malnutration Kids in cages Deportations A hundred million (a hundred million) Is not enough (is not enough) For us to give you (for us to give you) A tiny fuck (a tiny fuck) Five hundred million (five hundred million) Is not enough (is not enough) For us to give you (for us to give you) A tiny fuck (a tiny fuck) 6 Nobody Does It Like We Do Pupils dilate like a cooking class I'm upstairs, I'm shaking ass I'm with my girl, we're breaking fast Two percent in a big round glass The dark knight rose on a gotham in need And old men's clothes become zoomers tweed I mighta chose another tuber to eat But I shall be released A song is sculpted from a place between Sampled gong hits and a tambourine Cut a frog out of a magazine Make his wet face talk for me Uncooked opinion is just salt on the floor I’m playing piano with my back to the door I sit on the one and then I go to the four Who would want for more? Cause nobody does it like we do Till they hear one song and want a redo Babes swarm after shows, don’t wanna meet you And everyone slept on our debut Yeah nobody does it like we do Till they hear Clock Phone and want a redo Got biters all like “nice to meet you” Their cocky facades are seethrough Heartbeat racing like we placed a bet Metronome and the clock offset We don’t know if it’s working yet But we’d put money on a snare drum’s head Like Dennis Quaid in breaking away We were made to play with a quarterback’s grace An original song is not a football game But down at halftime is a terrible shame 9,000 problems that we made for ourselves Two evil thoughts left to rot on a shelf With a limited quiet but impossible stealth We’ll stare at a feeling till it turns into felt Uncooked opinion is just salt on the floor We’re playing piano with our backs to the door We exist on the one and then we go to the four Who would want for more? 7 Uh-Oh! No blog has yet devised a bathroom break viewer’s guide I’ll play it safe and hydrate well ahead of time This movie’s super long, seems to just bump along Hoping it isn’t wrong I’ll call from the bathroom, You can tell me what happens I’m scared I’ll come back Having missed some big action And not knowing anything Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Permanence in my mind flits off like dragonflies Before we say goodbye, I should dig up some time Weeks will pass certainly, years take eternities Then they’re in back of me I’ll call from the bathroom, You can tell me what happens I’m scared I’ll come back Having missed some big action And not knowing anything Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Uh, oh, uh, oh Uh, oh, uh, oh Uh, oh, uh, oh Uh, oh, oh, oh, oh 8 Now at the End I wanna live up North Bask in the balmy tundra air Retire early to my captain’s dimes Ride on horseback everywhere I wanna sit outside Face the sky, stay together I wanna keep from crying Enjoy some of life’s great pleasures I know there's nothing to prove I know we're all quickly dying But I still got things to lose So I'm just gonna keep buying Now at the end of it all Let's shake our ass and sing along And paint the lawn with streaks of gold And thank the sun we won’t get old Now at the end of it all Let’s waste our cash and flex what we own And play the drums with sticks of gold And thank the dirt we won’t get old I wanna say goodbye With the most expensive flowers I wanna lay alone and still In a golden tub for hours I wanna kiss your mouth Before the water tap runs dry I wanna solo way out Under brimstone blanket sky I know there's nothing to prove I know we're all quickly dying But I still got things to lose So I'm just gonna keep buying Now at the end of it all Let's shake our ass and sing along And paint the lawn with streaks of gold And thank the sun we won’t get old Now at the end of it all Let’s waste our cash and flex what we own And play the drums with sticks of gold And thank the dirt we won’t get old (yee-hah!) Now at the end of it all Let's shake our ass and sing along And paint the lawn with streaks of gold And thank the sun we won’t get old Now at the end of it all Let’s waste our cash and flex what we own And play the drums with sticks of gold And thank the dirt we won’t get ollllllldah 9 Some Perfect Pavement I guess your life needed to pedal away After 9,000 years of wheelies We’ll both confirm we’re alive some days But I'd feel more alive ideally You gotta dap me up next time I see you Cause I'll be welling up I'm gonna need a hug next time I see you Cause I'll be welling up I pray I'm young enough to feel this old I played another sold out shower Clouding my vision, cultivating mold Memories steam up for hours You gotta dap me up next time I see you Cause I'll be welling up I'm gonna need a hug next time I see you Cause I'll be welling up You gotta dap me up next time I see you Cause I'll be welling up I'm gonna need a hug next time I see you Cause I'll be welling up Some perfect pavement is wearing all your clothes And I know it wants to wear your skin Come home tomorrow, I bet you won't Come home and you'll get over it Another city turns you inside out We can find your guts and break it down We can find your smile again and work it out And hang it on strings and light up the house Some perfect pavement is wearing all your clothes Some tiny postcard wearing your skin Some shapeless photograph is making me ill Come home tomorrow I hope you will That perfect pavement is wearing all your clothes (Play!)