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Jack-Ass Path
01:59
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Ill Wind
03:51
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The moon is all drunk
she's in a heavenly funk
almost fell right out of the sky
And the sun quit burning
'cause his old heart was yearning
for a little bird
who fell into his fire
Stars choked in a smoking sky
Satellites quivering way up high
Stars choked in a smoking sky
Satellites quivering way up high
There's an ill wind blowing through a lot of empty heads
Lot of tongues a flapping and nothing much is said
There's an ill wind blowing through a lot of empty heads
Lot of tongues a flapping and nothing much is said
There's an ill wind blowing through a lot of empty heads
Lot of tongues a flapping and nothing much is said
The moon is all drunk
she's in a heavenly funk
almost fell right out of the sky
And the sun quit burning
'cause his old heart was yearning
for a little bird
who fell into his fire
I dreamed that Jesus
I dreamed that Jesus
pulled me up into the sky
I was falling down deep into darkness
and it fell pretty good to fly
There's an ill wind blowing through a lot of empty heads
Lot of tongues a flapping and nothing much is said
There's an ill wind blowing through a lot of empty heads
Lot of tongues a flapping and nothing much is said
There's an ill wind blowing through a lot of empty heads
Lot of tongues a flapping and nothing much is said
The moon is all drunk
she's in a heavenly funk
almost fell right out of the sky
And the sun quit burning
'cause his old heart was yearning
for a little bird
who fell into his fire
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Grey Yodel #3
04:21
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Grey Yodel # 3
The old lady kills the heat when she goes to her deathbed
I got codeine tylenol rye whisky for my aching head
And I'm sitting in this kitchen chair going pretty fast....nowhere
My toxified body is creaking and groaning
Ghosts and demons are squeaking and moaning
Yodel
I had to see what was in the TV had to see what made it ooze
I talk a walk inside the TV with my TV walking shoes
There's a poison toad squirming in the road
There's a 24 hour weasel digging a great big hole
There's my Mama and my Daddy, Tinkerbell and the Beast
There's a m ade for TV movie 'bout a serial killing preist
Yodel
There's blood on the carpet there's a hole in my door
My clock says one million when it oughta say four
There's a hard rain a-falling, it's a hard hard rain
My legs are getting numb my skin is turning grey
I think I better take a trip right up to the sun
I'll just pack my lucky monkey and my magic ray gun
Yodel
I buried my cemetery suit 'neath that old smokestack
I was waiting for revenue man in a burning shack
When I dreamed I was a pig, they called me Mr. Big
I had young strong men fetching my swill
Was a soma robot wing ding an alien spacecraft hymn sing
toothless grampa skullgrin wish I knew just one thing
Yodel
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Bus Depot Blue
04:26
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Snot-nosed kids with Grandma
knapsacks and sweethearts
Seats adjoined row on row
all vinyl and chrome
Ghostly figures on the screens
of coin-operated TV's
like flickering memories
of a time we used to know
This big and modern bus depot
is the end of the road
You're riding Greyhound to Saskatoon
you might as well be flying to the moon
And I'm sick with hurt and I'm confused
I'm sick of arguing 'til dawn
I'm sick with booze and missing you
you're barely been gone
My heart is in my mouth
it might fall out on the floor
I can still see you walking
out that automatic door
Yodel
A hundred mile high prairie sky
towers sullen and grey
The night flies in on silent wings
sucks the light out of the day
Clouds fall to the ground
rain is all around
you're headed east I'm headed west
I guess you know best
Travelling down this highway
my heart is filled with regret
A note to myself: remember to forget
Remember to forget
the joy that we had
Remember to remember
all the crap that made me sad
There's nothing on the radio
'cept preachers and white noise
it's better than listening
to the echoes of your voice
Yodel
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Muhammed Ali
05:07
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I float like a butterfly I sting like a blood-swollen flea
When I was growing up the world belonged to Muhammed Ali
I too was a champion, I don't remember how or why
Now when people say I'm drunk I say I'm weaving
like a butterfly
Chorus
Muhammed Ali
Muhammed Ali
That ain't a rooster crowing it's a digitally transmitted frequency
That ain't a woman crying it's a soundbite from all news TV
That aint a man slowly dying
No, no, it's just me
Just me, me and Muhammed Ali
Chorus
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6. |
Troubled Soul Of A Louse
03:39
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Get your broken star body
dressed up in something shoddy
It's a night on the town with the dumpy love clown
At the scorched earth tavern
order up a pint of crow
lick your partner wag your tail go dog go
This jocularity is might fine and rich
and it's just water under a burning bridge
This jocularity is might fine and rich
and it's just water under a burning bridge
We're all hot to trot
for a hot fox box
a neon meat dream on the boulevard of broken schemes
and the troubled soul
of a louse
is pea green
Am I cruising down the river
or drowning in the ditch
It's just water under a burning bridge
One of us is invisible
I can't tell which
It's just water under a burning bridge
I took all those old photos and put them in the fridge
It's just water under a burning bridge
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New Diggity-Doo
03:07
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The kitchen carpet stinks like a rotten chicken skin
the Frigidaire is oozing Fido's looking mighty grim
Step on that old cancer cat a whole mess of tumour juice
Take a 'boo in the hole at the back of my head
I think I gotta screw or two loose
Phone is ringing fat lady's singing there's someone banging on my door
I ain't going nowhere I'm velcroed to the floor
My brain is buzzin my ears are melting my tongue is a rubber toad
Let's go on downn to the pit mine baby and dig us a up a little gold
Chorus
Gonna dig dig dig dig
dig us a little gold
Gonna dig dig dig dig
Dig us a great big hole
Gonna dig dig dig dig
dig us a little gold
Gona digga digga digga igga diggity dig
Dig us a great big hole
Turkey jerk go to work got poo coming out my eyes
A man is a man when a man's a man and man has to be man-size
Jackass stew good for you have yourself a bowl or two
Well I'm a good ole mutt my snout's up your butt digga digga diggity doo
Chorus
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Robot Twin
05:16
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If you happen to see me fall
don't tell my friends that I fell
if you find me unskinned
promise not to tell
when I'm drunk roll me down the hill
old memories don't pay the liquor bills
throw my teeth down the wishing well
don't tell my friends that I fell
I remove my head from my body
I bake into a pie
I send it up in a rocket
I've always wanted to fly
underneath my coat
of almost human skin
sleeps my robot twin
outside a door that goes out but not in
clutching a heart-shaped tin
his pillow a bottle of bourbon
dreaming of a lottery win
my sleeping robot twin
I took all the bones you gave me
and I buried them out by the church
and then I joined the hunchback for coffee
he made it out of dirt
he said my head is mountainous tunnel
my heart is a wrist wrestler's fist
ugly ain't so ugly
when you don't know what pretty is
If you happen to see me fall
don't tell my friends that I fell
if you find me unskinned
promise not to tell
when I'm drunk roll me down the hill
old memories don't pay the liquor bills
throw my teeth down the wishing well
don't tell my friends that I fell
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9. |
Booze Party
03:00
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First you fill it up
then you drink it down
again you fill it up
again you drink it down
everybody's rockin' havin' a time
Till somebody breaks out the red cherry wine
It's a booze party
wine wine wine
Booze party
wine wine wine
Now you're standing up
then you're falling down
you open up your eyes
the room is spinnin' round
everybody's rockin' havin' a time
Till somebody breaks out the red cherry wine
It's a booze party
wine wine wine
Booze party
wine wine wine
It's three in the morning
everybody's feelin' fine
after all a-drinkin'
that red cherry wine
everybody's drunk
lyin' on the floor
even if they wanted to they couldn't find the door
It's a booze party
wine wine wine
Booze party
wine wine wine
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10. |
I Get Drunk
05:06
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Gettin drunk by yourself ain't a lot of fun
but a man's gotta do what's gotta be done
I get drunk
all by myself
I can mutter all night under my breath
'bout the government, love, and death
I could say up is down or black is white
ain't nobody there to say I ain't right
I get drunk
all by myself
I don't need a friend but I do need a drink
it loosens up my mind helps me think
to get drunk
all by myself
Concerned family members are all out of luck if
they're worried about me being self-destructive
I've been hurt, the wounds run deep
booze is the cure that helps me sleep
I get drunk
all by myself
Darlin', I got a special shirt
it's made outta dog food
when your blue memory walks through the door
I'm gonna put that special shirt on
and lick the tears from Momma's face
and I'm gonna get drunk
all by myself
Boozew is religion, me I'm a convert
kneelin to pray in the Church of Hurt
Liquor is my shepherd I sshall want
lead me unto the valley of the drunk
I get drunk
all by myself
I get drunk
I get drunk
I get drunk
I get drunk
all by myself
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11. |
Jack-Ass Path ( Reprise)
01:55
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12. |
Interlude
05:55
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David P. Smith Victoria, British Columbia
David P. Smith is a songwriter accordionist and multidisciplinary artist who in the past 18 years has released six full length recordings, numerous ep’s, and led a variety of musical projects that have consistently defied convenient genre classifications. ... more
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