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Striving For A New Tomorrow

by David P. Smith

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The Devil should not scare you Unless your heart's a rotten stump This guy thinks he fell out of the sky But really he's a chump A vicious murder monkey A fireball junkie The king cowboy flunkie Counting blood money Under a burnt and branchless tree At the tar truck factory picnic A golden coin sun shines benevolently upon fat kids with big tits eatin barbecue ribs And the freedom-lovin' folk are dancing in the smoke of burning meat And seven men blow blood through a black rubber hose That's how their garden grows In the upside down town upside down town That's how their garden grows And seven men blow blood through a black rubber hose That's how their garden grows In the upside down town upside down town That's how their garden grows And I'm a jackhammer man in a jackhammer town And I'll hammer my hammer till the sun goes down I'm a jackhammer man in a jackhammer town And I'll hammer my hammer till the sun goes down I'm a jack hammer man in a jack hammer town and I'll hammer my hammer till the sun goes down I'm a jackhammer man in a jackhammer town and I'll hammer my hammer till the sun goes down I'm a jackhammer man in a jackhammer town And I'll hammer my hammer till the sun goes down I'll hammer my hammer Till the sun goes down
2.
On the fourth of July we drove down to Montana Drank a bottle of rye sittin at the border Whiskey all night and Maalox in the morning Watched crows eating breakfast on dead dogs in Browning And if drinking don't kill me Her memory will Sung by George Jones Twelve times in a row On the fourth of July we drove down to Montana In a field fulla fireworks a kid shot us with a Roman candle Ducking and weaving for cover we ran Feeling just like two soldiers in Vietnam But I guess I don't really know Cause I was too young to go And anyway I am a Canadian On the fourth of July we drove down to Montana Took more'n a day to get loaded on pissy American beer Then I passed out on the roof of a metal shed With fevered dreams burning in my head And I dreamed the moon wept gasoline tears And I dreamed Baghdad was on fire While the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sang like lusty Greek Gods And children were devoured by packs of roaming dogs And grotesque naked men with good old American know-how Were sucking on the teat of a dying golden sow Fourth of July and the sky is filled with fire Illuminating a bloody coagulated quagmire Fourth of July and I don't wanna die When stars rain like rockets from the sky I think I'll dig me a hole just about six feet deep When the sky falls upon my chicken little fella's got a place to sleep I think I'll dig me a hole just about six feet deep When the sky falls upon my chicken little fella's got a place to sleep
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Sunday 02:25
A pale peach sun glows through a sullen drizzle pecking on a broken bone two crows shiny like an old black telephone in the rain A burly back suit boy comes with holographic Jesus card bluster tongue blabbing his jaw is working hard and his face is shining red got a big bulging head The drunken barfly's story uncoils like a twenty-one foot tapeworm all covered with shit while the naked servant gyrates whipped cream upon her dangling tits the men are licking it
4.
The clarity of whiskey is rarely sustainable sitting like stones at the breakfast table pretty blue sky smudged with smoke we ate bacon and eggs and nobody spoke As the end drew near to our farewell bender and I balanced on my head a vague agenda to leave you to leave you
5.
Holy Pies 04:35
The swarming star-striped sky is the place where they bake the holy pies and the holiest pies are baked in the swarming star-striped sky but if the holy pies start falling from the sky if the holy pies start falling from the sky Then the bunnies might choke on honey and the birds will say "I refuse to fly" The milky river will run red and your spinning head cracks open like an egg I just found out that heaven's in the belly of the sun and apparently it's really stinking hot and dark in the heavenly belly of the sun but if the holy pies start falling from the sky the holy pies start falling from the sky then you'll eat it and you'll like it you like it or lump it digest it and dump it you'll eat it and you'll like it you'll eat your holy pies and you'll like it
6.
Obituary 01:41
I know the lady in the obituary I know the lady in the obit lookin kinda like a lizard a little like a hen with a curled and receding lower lip I know the lady who just died kept a jar of home preserves clenched between her thighs smoked Cameo Menthol King Size I painted the house of the lady who just died Her back porch curtain was blue plastic cut into flapping strips she had one lazy eye and wide load swinging hips "You boys want a Coke?" leaning from the window she would say her husband died quite young his name was Ray
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Once I drank a mickey of Smirnoff in about seven minutes crouching in the bushes of the hospital grounds I chased it with a can of C Plus Then I went to the high school dance and when that liquor hit me I professed my love to a certain girl we'd been friends for a while but she wasn't inclined towards a fuzzy-headed acne-bitten liquor sodden fella A lot of people at the dance were drunk including this one major babe she was sitting in the bleachers slumped her head held between her hands the fabric of her dress stretched between her knees formed a small basin containing the contents of her stomach Well I headed to the cafeteria where I ate some donuts later that night I puked in my sleep my Dad woke me up there was vomit in the sheets he said "Have you been drinking rye?" and I said "No" and he believed me not because he was dumb but because he wanted to believe his son
8.
Monday 02:37
I think I'm gonna get rid of my heart and get myself a brain it's a little more complicated it's a whole let less pain think I'll cut my dick off send it to the Pope of Rome inside my empty pants I'll stuff a dried up turkey bone gotta get up go to work on Monday Think I'm gonna get rid of my tongue get myself a gun ain't so good for talking but it helps to get things done think I'll light my head on fire kill an important man get up go to work on Monday I think I'm gonna get rid of my heart and get myself a brain it's a little more complicated it's a whole let less pain pretty girl's hate-filled eyes burn holes in my body my guts spill on the sidewalk scatter like a basket of snakes gotta get up go to work on Monday I like Chinese food but this stuff smells like an animal's bum and the carpet rodent scurries in to gnaw upon the crumbs Assistant Manager type says I don't wanna gripe but I gotta get up go to work on Monday I think I'm gonna peel off my skin sell it to a robot I will be no one and the robot will be me my naked soul will run away unfettered and free and the robot will go to work on Monday I think I'm gonna get think I'm gonna get think I'm gonna get think I'm gonna get rid of my think I'm gonna get rid of my heart get myself a brain it's a little more complicated it's a whole lot less pain
9.
Well I done spent my welfare on chicken strips and liquor weepin' Jesus on the cross I ain't never felt no sicker Honey garlic, BBQ 26 of Golden Wedding I got a hangover like a wound need a sack to put my head in I got me an offshore credit card and a really slow care spent eleven days on the road from Nanaimo to Moose Jaw livin' on Jolt and Twinkies learned Judo from a tape There's a voice inside me saying "boy, this ain't the great escape CHORUS I'm too smart to really care I'm too dumb to die pass me another slice of that possum pie I'll change your diaper if I don't have to wipe ya give my liver a punch big boys don't cry Think I'll get me monkey suit so's I all look like a flunky find me a brand new job become a paycheque junkie amass a wide arry of objects for my better home singing knick knack paddy whack give the dog a bone CHORUS
10.
Once I dropped a couple of hits of blotter and walked around Calgary all night and the glowing purple cityscape seemed like a bright icon for the future Till the sun came blazing up igniting fields of stinkweed and I felt excruciatingly lonely and vulnerable like an ant under a magnifying glass with the rays of the sun burning out my brain and I went and hid in the photo booth at the bus depot
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Worst Job 03:51
A drunken pornographic stallion berserk in a china shop while the fate of mankind is balanced on a beer can cumshot If the moon had a swimming pool she'd execute a swan dive the sun would she a single tear if he had a solitary eye The worst job I ever had was eating shit out of a bucket the second worst job I ever had I used my face as a shovel No - wait a minute come to think of it the worst job I ever had was dusting all the candy bars in a convenience store Striving for a new tomorrow can wear a fella right out when the trees are growing backwards down into the ground There's a lot of bad men in the bad old world digging deep and dangerous holes driving cars built of flesh down crooked roads don't you go down that crooked road
12.
Booze party Saturday slack-jawed Sunday Monday Monday regularly a travesty two-fisted booze day Tuesday Wednesday the sun is a poached egg wobbling up in watery sky Thursday everyone is impressed by the authenticity of the twinkle in my eye Friday the sun is a bruise aubergine the sky is a one-eyed sailor when words fail you don't bother to speak these are the days of the week these are the days of the week these are the days that I'm weak The lord high king of jack-asses skull filled with poisonous gases pandering to his ashtray heart meanders to the handy liquor mart there are few things in the universe stupider than a man with a head as big as Jupiter daylight unflinching reveals what darkness kindly conceals dawn arrives inexplicably bleak these are the days of the week these are the days of the week these are the days of the week these are the days that I'm weak and I'm in a daze this week
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CHORUS December rain came for seventeen days it rained rain pounding to the ground December rain came down down down down Come and drink some whiskey with me in my watery tomb here's my infected heart smelling like an old war wound you can meet the ghosts who dance upon my head I'd never sleep a wink if I weren't drunk when I went to bed CHORUS Ho Ho Ho I say on an ill-tempered December day the lightless sky unfurled upon a monochrome world where numerous shades of grey conspired to make the day as cheerless as the funeral of a stolen life as cheerless as the funeral of a stolen life CHORUS Osmosis hypnosis December psychosis let this rain be my excuse for these deep deep blues and when life-size robot Santa sings I feel the need to buy some things and if the Canadian Tire girl happens to go berserk where can you point the finger of blame CHORUS
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Absurd, hilarious, bombastic, bleak, wry and insightful, Striving for a New Tomorrow combines loads of off-the-floor energy with Tolan McNeil’s studio magic to create a jam-packed sonic smorgasborg.

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released April 1, 2006

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Tolan McNeil at Lucky Mouse Studios
except "Teen-Age Drinking" Song and "Sunday" recorded and mixed by Scott Henderson at Sea of Shit Studios.
Crowd recordings by Scott Bennett.

All songs written by David P. Smith
Song arrangements by David P. Smith, Scott Henderson, Mike Irwin, Aaron Mogerman, Tolan McNeil, Alfons Fear, John Pollard, Clark Brendan, Hank Pine, Clay George, Lily Fawn, Ryan Beattie

Album artwork and layout by Betty-Ann Lampman

Thanks to Betty-Ann, Chloe, Dave Gowans, Richard Chapman, Northern Electric, Andrew, Amy, Red Cat Records, Sarah Rhude, Emily Rhone, Patrick Beattie, Ryan Beattie, The Buttless Chaps, David Chenery & The lonesome Valley Singers, Hank and Lily, J. McLaughlin, Ford Pier, Run Chico Run, Dwayne Strohm, Gord and Yvonne and the Fort Gang, Big Bubba Cook, Jesse Ladret and Brand X Media, Ida, and special extra cake with icing thanks to Tolan and Scott.

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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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