Hurtin' Dance Party

by David P. Smith

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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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Track Name: Ill Wind
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
Track Name: Grey Yodel #3
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
Track Name: Bus Depot Blue
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
Track Name: Muhammed Ali
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
Track Name: Troubled Soul Of A Louse
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
Track Name: New Diggity-Doo
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
Track Name: Robot Twin
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
Track Name: Booze Party
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
Track Name: I Get Drunk
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