1. |
Epiphone
03:06
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Look at me in my new clothes
I move too fast for the kids’ to play
Short of breath, shorter of money
The rally sport is miles away
Sing with the boys out back later
We’re gonna play some mailbox baseball
He’s a hit with my girlfriend
I met her in study hall
Get to my house after darkness
No new jobs in my old town
Draw some pictures in the kitchen
Talk to mom in her evening gown
I play an Epiphone
I’ll be driving next year
I’m in love for now I guess
So let’s get Wendell to buy us beer
The princess of my high school
Sings of oh, sweet misery
I’ll play dead in Social Studies
and dream of her in History
The one view I could find my love
Hope is sitting in a fish tank
Held up by string suspended there
Who can care what’s to thank
College life cannot be for me
Kids too smart for their small eyes
I’ll drive ‘round in circles today
Swat all hope and kill them flies
Repeat chorus
Truth is light is my guide
And all the boys they say I’m grand
And if I follow every footstep
I’ll probably see a lot of land
Jobs are good every now and then
Buy some car mats and buy some beer
Teach me how to earn a living
With nothing ventured and nothing feared
Relentless are my foes and worries
nestled in my Converse shoes
Of course I’m too old to be chicken
Of course I’m too young for the blues
(Dave Butler)
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2. |
K.I.S.S.
03:31
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When I’m walking on razors
all the way to the front yard
Ask me what happens
if she should lean out the window
When I’m walking on the Amazon River
all the way to the front yard
Ask me what happens
if she should get within a stone’s throw
I start to feel sentimental
I feel sentimental
I start to feel sentimental all over
I start to feel sentimental all over again
Then when I fry down the door all the way
stand at the foot of the stairs like a statue
Ask me what starts to start happening
When she walks in the room looking just like you
I start to feel sentimental
I feel sentimental
I start to feel sentimental all over
I start to feel sentimental all over again.
K - I - crooked letter - crooked letter
K - I - crooked letter - crooked letter
K - I - crooked letter - crooked letter
K - I - crooked letter - crooked letter
Repeat chorus
(Darick Chamberlin)
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3. |
Rejoice
02:57
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‘Cause they’ll break every bone in your body
and they’ll dress you the same
press your path with the tracks of a wolf, my friend
across the open plain
Rejoice
Rejoice
Rejoice
Rejoice
If there’s a war inside every one of us
why’s there one outside?
The center of the Earth rests in all of us
in all of us inside
Repeat chorus
Heaven above, Heaven below
Stars above, stars below
All that is above
also is below
As above
So below
(Mike Washer)
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4. |
North Of Me
03:27
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Too much North inside of me
made it hard for me to see, yeah yeah
Misery organized my song
Love no longer spurred me on, oh no
My heart is glad now because of you now
Oh, yeah yeah.
My heart is glad now, I’ll go with you now
Oh, yeah yeah.
You stand up beside of me
We stand there for all to see, yeah yeah
They all wonder how we’ll fare
We throw our hands into the air, yeah yeah
Repeat chorus
Ran away from all I had
Every one-two-three just turned out bad, yeah yeah
Now you love me and I love you
Apparently one plus one still equals two, yeah yeah
Repeat chorus
(Shawn Wolfe)
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5. |
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Break up all the NFL teams
There’s a promised land
You can be a tight end for me
We’ll do the best we can
Go deep go wide get ready
First down in the Serengeti
I wonder why I run so steady
It’s because of you
Wisenheimer, mountain climber
Eye burn crackhouse lover man
Cynical disco public servant
No more master plan
Go deep go wide get ready
Second down in the Serengeti
I wonder why I run so steady
It’s because of you
When it comes tomorrow
There won’t be sorrow
You can beg and you can borrow
But be the best you can
Go deep go wide get ready
Third down in the Serengeti
I wonder why I run so steady
It’s because of you
Go deep go wide get ready
It’s fourth and goal in the Serengeti
I wonder why I run so steady
It’s because of you.
Go deep go wide get ready
It’s sudden death in the Serengeti
I wonder why I run so steady
It’s because of you
(Mike Washer, Shawn Wolfe, Darick Chamberlin)
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6. |
Bossy
03:20
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Out of Africa and into pouring rain
we left the theater and started arguing
That’s never how it is
Where did you park the car?
No, no, you missed the point
Ah, let’s go hit a bar
At 22 you thought you knew it all
Your sassy Nancy boots
your yellow hair like straw
At 27 a withered desert flower
The milk of human love
how quick it starts to sour.
What happened to that girl?
That bossy bossy girl
Can you tell me now?
With those big brown eyes
telling sunglass lies
Can you tell me? Can you tell me?
We started out okay back in our high school days
We’d go to football games
We’d call each other names
you were an angel, you were a feminist
I was a genius
a fucking idiot
Driving all around that little two horse town
with the car top down
the Sadie Hawkins dance
the khaki army pants
far behind us, all behind us
Repeat chorus
If I was famous, a playboy millionaire
I’d buy the pyramids and we could both live there
I’d do the yard work
I’d drive the kids to school
I’d be so happy
and you’d be happy too
And we’d be living in the lap of luxury
not like we’re living now
And you would take my hand
and we would start to stand
The lights would come up
we’d start to stand up
Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na...
(Darick Chamberlin)
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7. |
Quixote Sunday
02:37
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I know a cat named Richard
But I call him Rick
I know a cat named Kenny
but I call him Ken
Tree stump babies tell no lies
Speaker’s Corner sings and cries
New York doesn’t have time for Spring
Neighborhood kids do their rapping thing,
which is fine with me
On Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday
I worry about the problems of the world
On Tuesday and Thursday and Friday
I worry about my own
On Sunday I realize
it’s all the same
(Shawn Wolfe)
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8. |
Cruelty
04:50
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I got my fist to the wall, my ears to the ground
From where I stand honey you’re the best one around
Ladies, plumes, and pigeons usually fly to the South
When my best foot forward is in my mouth
I stumble on my tongue all swelled like a boat
Better off to burn all the scripts I wrote
They call for props, parts, page by page
Backdrops, curtain calls, and you center stage
Why doesn’t the world look more like you?
Why doesn’t the world look more like you?
Why doesn’t the world look more like you?
Why doesn’t the world look more like you?
Drive throughs, matinees, low-budget scenery
I got a front row seat among the gentry
Newscasts, cinema, all the violence I see
Your hand to your cheek its own brand of cruelty
Repeat chorus
It would be so absurd to give you any flowers
With all this dirt right under my nails
You know what you to me is your own brand of cruelty
You know it isn’t fair what you do to me
Repeat chorus
I should ask you to your face
Why the face of the world isn’t
More like your face
Repeat chorus
(Mike Washer)
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9. |
Pretty Cold
02:29
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Did you go outside today?
Hey I’m a little worried
There’s a nip in the air today
and we know it’s pretty cold
You make it pretty cold outside
Summer leaves us in a hurry
You leave me as I fold
There’s no snow in my flurry
It’s pretty cold in my house
It’s pretty cold in my home
It’s pretty cold in the upstairs room
It’s pretty cold in my bedroom
How did I act for all this mess?
How can I mend your mind?
The trip’s off ‘till we settle all this
and there’s no shovel I can find
I’m in need of your ear muffs
to uncover my new noise
Oh, how big my head looks
while I’m throwing snow balls with the boys
Repeat chorus
(Dave Butler)
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10. |
Favorite Eye
04:22
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Before you criticize my love
You first should understand my stance
that love has built me up from nothing
Love is the force that floats above me
Love is my defense, love is my defense
Before you speak your point of view
Speak first so slow into my favorite eye here
I am listening so close to you
Why don’t you wonder why?
Why don’t you wonder why?
Why don’t you wonder why?
Before the sun burns red and falls down dead
Before the carriage of your pain diverts you
I’m gonna try to reawaken
I’m gonna try to re-alert you to my love
Before you come to your conclusion
When I know that you’ll both get up to leave
Remember the reasons,
the good and bad, the happy the sad
They will stay with me
When you walk away
Why do you walk away?
Repeat chorus
(Darick Chamberlin)
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11. |
Blackberry Black
04:44
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Talking
when summertime and fields are full of darkness
and in his voice another wire
like some electrical sadness
I asked him, I asked him
what it was like to be such a classic
A classic situation of a good thing gone, he said
You know it’s not the word I think of
when I taste the sweetness
Blackberry
Blackberry
Blackberry black
is black, very black, very black, very black
When I think about it, think about it,
think about it running through my memory
You know I said some cruel things baby
in the silence to give something to you
where it might still be
where it might still be
Repeat chorus
I ask would the world be such a war zone
such a waste if we talked about it once in awhile
You seem distracted as you say,
“Isn’t this the best ice cream you ever tasted?”
Then you check your watch
Then you smile
Repeat chorus
(Darick Chamberlin)
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12. |
Franklin Albert Jones
04:06
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The Way of the Tantra comes tomorrow
Seven stage erotic rocket time
Man Number Three is your new pilot
blasting through the roof of tired lovers
Help me now if I believe in Heaven
But does it mean that I should live in Hell?
Should I call The Three Investigators
before I’m caught up in idle speculation?
Franklin Albert Jones is still alive
He’s layin’ low in the Fiji Islands
Franklin Albert Jones is Love-Ananda
He went by Bubba Free John, but only for awhile
Bubba wears his hair on his shoulders
He told me once that I should surrender
The Way of Divine Communion Tango
is not a dance that I have ever heard of
I get tired of staring at the ceiling
Simulated starry, starry nights
I think that I might die of modern living
The window isn’t big enough to fit into the sky
Repeat chorus
I remember Big Rock Candy Mountain
Cherokee Village gift shops in a row
Careless easy riders miss the landscape
They estimate the distance
to the next concrete savanna
Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test Ohio
Flying colors landing in the snow
Does the ocean taste the same in California
as it tastes when you live in Morocco?
Repeat chorus
(Shawn Wolfe)
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13. |
Thank You, New Jersey
04:55
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Boys, when the hand that pulls the string
has lost sight of the kite
and then the far off sound comes near
the sick music of a fight
Take comfort in me saying
like a bullet from a gun
the sum of what there is, my friend
is a number more than one
Have fun.
Thank you, New Jersey
Thank you so well
Thank you, New Jersey
It’s more than I can tell
Girls, when you just don’t know now
just which way to go now
it wouldn’t hurt to think it out now
and mix that with your know-how
Like a doorway in a play
about the French Resistance
make it hinge on effort
Make it hinge on your good persistence,
and say,
Repeat chorus
Mister, when the iron birds
make another pass
and the monkey boys are running wild
and we’re running out of gas
I take comfort in the notion
when I take a time or two
it’d cost me a pretty penny
but for the likes of you
Repeat chorus
(Darick Chamberlin)
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14. |
The Badge
03:01
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The badge hurts
The badge stings
It decorates the jacket
with the red it brings
like wings, like wings
on you
Bright comet
above the pocket
covered up with writing
like a love locket
that shines, shine on
shine true
We all survive the giving in
to walk alive in everything
It all remains, remains, remains
A distance never twice the same
You say, “Whoa”
You step back
Think of qualities that this here lacks
then start again
begin again
brand new
To pin it down
splash the age
Japanese on the white of a page
Love rage, love rage,
love rage
The two survive the giving in
to walk alive takes everything
It all remains, remains, remains
The badge, a symbol of the change
The two survive the giving in
to walk alive takes everything
It all remains, remains, remains
The badge, the badge, the badge…
(Darick Chamberlin)
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15. |
Seth Sez
01:40
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Joe Fear, Joe Desire
Walking around with the same old stories
Another goes down for the count
Up the river to pay his dues
Pressing out badges by the minute
for three consecutive lifetime terms
Pressing out badges like:
Life to Live
Live with Risk
Risk Your Love
Love Your God
God Above
God Below
God Be Here
God Be Now
Now’s the Time
Time for Living…
Your fear, your desire
At your service, at their mercy
Cause and effect are one and the same
Afraid of the very things you say you want
to swim in a chlorinated pool
that’s full of twenty foot diamond-headed snakes
Repeat chorus
(Shawn Wolfe)
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16. |
Sweet Sickness
02:41
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Oh, my sweet doorway to success
Open wide and show your breast
College has been mean to me
I’m so blind oh, help me see
Pick up after my morning rage
Fill my lion-headed cage
Breathe new life into tired lungs
‘till the season kills me, thrills me
Dawn breaks the morning dishes
Paycheck won’t fulfill my wishes
River robs me of my soul
But I can’t stop until I’m full
Throw some stones at the dog house
Creep in late like a church mouse
Help myself to the neighbor’s car
But this world’s carried off too far
Dream me awake, oh, sweet sickness
Wake me to the sound of birds
Clean my head of all its thickness
Words are good but they’re just words
She’s the goddess of the world
But watch close as her flag’s unfurled
Could we be the best of lovers?
Oh, yes, ma’am, I’ll wash your covers
Men who hate the light of day
They stay out late to show and play
They rest their heads to all that grows
What they’re learning no man knows
Repeat chorus
(Dave Butler)
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17. |
You Let Me Down
03:15
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You were pale by the Exxon sign
We crossed our toes while the band kept time
A dark grey suit rifles through your trash (and there’s)
frozen wine in my crystal glass
You let me down
You let me down
You let me down
You let me down.
You let me dance around ‘till I broke a sweat
The cards and tokens I won’t forget
The angry night falls down on me
I picked the fruit, oh baby, it was green
Repeat chorus
You let me put my fire in a gunny sack
I never knew that this wall talked back
A railroad car rattles through this scene
We picked the fruit, oh baby, it was green
Repeat chorus
(Mike Washer)
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18. |
Fish Love
02:20
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You know there was a moment when I saw you
Then there was a second time too
I asked you out and you said no thanks
The second time I finally got through
The cow in my room reminds me of you
The photos that I have do too
The first time that I ever saw your face
The first time we let our hands embrace
I knew nothing could stop our new
feeling of love that we went through
The blocks in my room remind me of you
The photos that I have, they do too
Then there was a moment that I saw you
Then there was a second time too
I asked you out and you said no thank you
The second time I finally got through
The maps in my room remind me of you
The photos that I have do too
The first time I ever saw your face
The first time we let our hands embrace
I knew nothing could ever stop our new
feeling of love that we went through
The fish in my room remind me of you
The photos that I have do too
(Dave Butler)
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19. |
Nothing In Particular
02:20
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Greeks deducing Earth with twigs and
lengths of shade come forward
arguing Greek
Positive that knowledge is something cool
faceless with discovery
mental and mythical and then they disappear
A Honda truck goes by
The sun, the bus, the passengers
Companion cold and quiet
continuing on unaware
The driver keeps his eyes on his road too
Magellan’s ghost sits next to us immune
Immune to street signs
or a crisis of the soul
The artificial freon air
so fake, so perfect
and so cold
Outside everything goes by
Outside tankers kick up dust
Inside voices fight for quiet
Inside there is something waiting in all of us
A Pontiac goes by
Me and you and the passengers
Positive of nothing in particular
Thinking of nothing in particular
Laughing at nothing in particular
Nothing in particular
(Darick Chamberlin)
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20. |
Ballad Of The Dead Girls
03:12
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Tell me where, in what country,
who was first cousin, first cousin to the one?
Echo speaks when there’s a sound
on a pond or a river…
Where is learned Heloise?
For his love he took this pain
Likewise, where is the Queen
commanded be thrown in the Seine?
The Queen, white as a lily, who sang,
sang with the siren’s voice?
And Jeanne, the good maid of Lorraine
whom the English burnt so long ago…
Where are they???
The Ballad of the Dead Girls
(Darick Chamberlin)
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21. |
Little Crier
02:42
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Hey ain’t that your crack
that big picture on the wall
I know I’ve seen you somewhere else
at the schoolyard in the Fall
But I can’t feel good enough
I can’t cry at all today
I can’t ruin anybody
but I can hide like a little boy
You’re the prize-winning head
the one skull that we all admire
There’s one thing that keeps me hating you
and that one thing inspires the crier
Repeat chorus
Stuff my thinking down my pants
stand on the top of a big grey slab
shoot big wads at the people
see how many silly heads we grab
Repeat chorus
Rush those little ones off to bed
Fill their heads with great big toys
K-Mart’s closed ‘till tomorrow now
and the city’s not making too much noise
Repeat chorus
(Dave Butler)
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22. |
Home Sweet Home
02:00
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We used to tango on the phone
Now it’s just a dial tone
Ear to ear
I always had you here, baby
in my home sweet home
A lock of your hair in my comb
That lousy card you sent from Rome
Another man’s a king
I scream a peasant scream
in my home sweet home
Your Irish eyes shone
We chased a rainbow
You kissed my jawbone
Can we mambo on the moon
where there’s plenty of room?
How I loved your flesh and your bones
in that home we called our own
What’s done is done
You’ve left me all alone, baby
in my home sweet home
(You’re the only one I want…)
Another man’s a king
I scream a peasant scream
in my home sweet home
(Mike Washer)
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I’d like to work out a silly love song with you
I’m in the house with my really big hat on
I’m a senseless type that always rings true
But we could write the words ‘till the words are gone
Who’s the lucky fellow with the pants of stone?
We can pick his brains for a good time had
Your girlfriend has a head that’s all alone
I’m not saying that’s good but that’s her dad
We’re rocking so hard we can’t stand up
The back porch is breaking down to the noise
Give me Kool-Aid in a Dixie cup
and a G.I. Joe to play with the boys
So the songs don’t come out like they should
It wouldn’t hurt to hire a good guy
Be a rich man if I had wood
There’s about a million things to buy
Buy the world a new set of wheels
Get back rolling down Cemetery Road
Hit them bullies, see how it feels
I’ve got a big mind and it’s gonna explode
Repeat chorus
(Dave Butler)
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24. |
Naked In The Weeds
01:49
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I’d like to go out later
but my pants are in the dryer
I’d like to see you later
but I didn’t shine my shoes
I’d like to hold you close now
but I need a shave and I lost my belt
I’d like to kiss you sometime
but my socks don’t seem to match
Can we go out to the country
wade out in the lake?
Lose our minds in sunshine
Have fun for goodness sake
Throw off all our sorrow
Swim naked in the weeds
We’ll swing high from the highest tree
and sow our wild seeds
I’d love to swoon you somehow
but my hat is gone and my watch is broke
I’d love to dance you sometime
when my shorts don’t want to ride
I’ll always dream you are near me
but I can’t see my shirt
I’ll never let you see me
until I find some clothes
(Dave Butler)
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25. |
Kafka's Theme
01:10
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Harriet Records Port Jefferson, New York
I ran Harriet Records between 1989 and 1998 out of Cambridge, MA. I released 10 CDs (most of which are available here) and
45 singles. There are 11 "new" releases so far, most recently the Coronets (London, ca 2000) and Kisswhistle (Pittsburgh). New releases next year by Chris Barickman, the Lookout Honeys, and a follow-up Ekphrastics CD!
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