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Hurtin' Dance Party

by David P. Smith

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Ill Wind 03:51
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 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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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
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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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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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
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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Booze Party 03:00
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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I Get Drunk 05:06
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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Interlude 05:55
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BONUS TRACKS.........buy the whole cd and there are two previously unreleased bonus tracks. A take on Hank Williams' Kaw-Liga and a version of Troubled Soul of a Louse featuring accordion/vox plus Johnny Pollard on saxophone, Scott Henderson on clarinet. After the demise of the Dogbreath Brothers, two years of performing solo were to come to a fruition with a solo album. Soon into the process, other musicians were invited to play and record. The result: it wasn't a solo album and two bands came into being - The Whelps and Mansmell. This is loose raw, moody and atmospheric and features some electrifying live off the floor takes.

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released October 15, 2002

Recorded, engineered and mixed by Scott Henderson in Sea of Shit Studios and Tolan McNeil in Lucky Mouse Studios....all musician info can be found on the individual tack listings

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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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