New Blues, by David P. Smith

New Blues

by David P. Smith

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1.	New Blues #5 - Walkin Talkin Blues 05:44	lyrics	buy track
I drank an Olympic-sized swimming pool filled with whiskey I was planning on drinking a supertanker more I’d given up on standing and walking upright I’d taken up crawling on the floor I had been learning lots of songs about moles and lizards and birds that warbled and wobbled and living alone in cabins on mountains with shotguns and vats full of gin Baffled by the ways of women I had been writing lots of songs about blood and wine and cigarettes I’d been drinking to remember instead of drinking to forget I woke up in the morning and I drank five bottles of wine started out walking upon the telephone lines over emerald driving ranges department stores on fire celebrities politicians hustlers hipsters hookers liars tracks and shacks and strip malls baseball diamonds Smoking factories burning black trees a river running brown just kept walking on those telephone lines right outta Skeleton Town I left my head in a laundromat at the edge of town fuckin thing was a fuckin idiot always acting like a clown left my heart in a box at the side of the road fuckin thing was disobedient wouldn’t do what he was told Had to leave my liver in jar by the river I’d told him more than once never yell give’er beside the cellphone island in the shopping mall where the Queens of High School gather to make important calls the young bucks primp and preen discuss the gravity of their balls I had seen the field of green where broken hearts all lie I had spent one night in the room where losers sit and cry I’d been walking above the road that is paved with the hair and bones of old lovers and lost friends a road I thought would never end I walked one thousand miles decided I would stop that’s when I was accosted by a big ole cop he said Son I’m gonna arrest you for walking in the air I said Officer that ain’t fair I was not walking in the air I was walking on them telephone lines he said boy I don’t like your attitude you smell like cherry wine I’m gonna pound your ass so fuckin hard you’ll be shittin out your mouth you’re gonna wish that whore your mother never let you out Now I was not enamoured by this turn of luck being corn-holed by good ole boy would suck I was quivering in my space boots I was leaking from my meat flute I was spraying in my diaper I was praying for a sniper to make a deadly intervention just one bullet of prevention But there was no need to fear there was an answer to my prayer You see suddenly from the sky that big ole cop was hit he exploded like a jam jar his torso totally split he’d been struck down from the heavens by a deadly drone launched by King Obama upon his ebony throne Well I headed into town man I had to share the news I got the walkin on the telephone line walkin talkin blues Well I headed into town man I had to share the news I got the walkin on the telephone line walkin talkin blues Well I headed into town man I had to share the news I got the walkin on the telephone line walkin talkin blues
2.	New Blues #2 - Funeral Blues 04:55	lyrics	buy track
I emote with icons stumbling down the passage of time with two thin dimes on my feet silver dollars in my sockets draped in a cool white sheet I could see the storm a-rising as I rolled on 'round the bend I was thinking about the funerals I've been planning to attend in my cum-stained pants my curly hair shirt in my wagon of woe dragging a world of hurt with a sack of blood, a bottle of dirt Lightning struck the cruise ship it shattered like a pomegranate and I clung to two hearts that keep me anchored on this planet Chorus Sightless speechless a maggot wriggles in the muck contemplates the vagaries of old Lady Luck Is a bum hand better than no hand at all is it best to grovel in shit or to rise up and risk the fall Sun pierced through the clouds a heavenly sword of wrath and I said to the maggot Yo maggot do the math Chorus I could see the storm a-rising as I rolled on 'round the bend and I was thinking about my funeral and who might attend The haters, the lovers, my sisters, and brothers Stars rained from the sky tiny daggers in the night and I said to myself he Davey boy it's fight or flight Chorus
3.	Picture of Me 04:05	lyrics	buy track
Do you remember that picture of me in a wheat field with that lean brown dog his hound dog dink was lipstick pink a redtail hawk flew over and gave us a wink And the Alberta sky was as blue as the Aegean Sea do you remember, remember that picture of me The Alberta sky was as blue as the Aegean Sea will you remember, will you remember me And a great long soft white cloud like a feather stretched across the sky and it was two hours and twenty-five minutes before I said good-bye CHORUS Do you remember do you remember that picture of me Will you remember will you remember me Do you remember do you remember that picture of me Will you remember will you remember me Do you remember that picture of me in the bright white light with a galloping horse My eyes were two black holes portals to an underworld hotel Where the menacing ceilings hover over cold cold beds like conquering aliens from the darkness overhead and dirty curtains guard the windows where we sleep will you remember will you remember me and thick soft swollen grey cloud like the belly of a whale filled the sky and it was twenty-two years, twenty-two days two hours and twenty-five minutes after I said good-bye CHORUS
4.	New Blues #3 - Yodel Blues 03:56	lyrics	buy track
I was waitin for the rapture and watching the big game Jesus went to Luxton so the rapture never came Rapture dude said 'Did I say May I meant October' now the whole town is suffering with revelation phobia Wise man built his house upon the rock foolish man built his house inside a clock The hideous man gazes upon his reflection I can smell his filthy haunches I can smell his dejection He been carving up the TV eating it for dinner he should be gettin fatter but his head is gettin thinner He got a time machine keeps track of the latest trends he got a rocket ship to visit his so-called friends The old lady kills the heat when she goes to her deathbed I got codeine tylenol, rye whiskey for my aching head 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 Had to see what was in the TV had to see what made it ooze Took a walk inside the TV with my TV walkin shoes There's a poison toad squirming in the road there's a 24 hour weasel diggin a great big hole There's my Momma and my Daddy, Tinkerbell and the Beast there's a made for TV movie 'bout a serial killing priest Now 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 falling 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 I can't get no sleep it's raining in my bed I need an umbrella to keep the dreams off my head Thing I like about night is it ain't light thing I like about day is it ain't night Best thing about trees is they don't walk thing I like about stones is they don't talk I buried my cemetery suit 'neath the old smokestack I was waitin for the 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 It was a soma robot wing ding an alien spacecraft hymn sing toothless Grampa skull grin I wish I knew just one thing
5.	New Blues #6 - Ambition Blues 04:22	lyrics	buy track
I got an ambition to get drunk and fall asleep under a tree from whose canopy a rainbow shoots straight to the heavens like a jumbo trademark in the sky and I don't wanna remember my dreams last time I remembered my dreams a sad clown stumbled out of a backwoods shithouse pants round his ankles his dick in his hand craned his neck to the yellow heavens and shouted I'm a man I'm a man I'm a man and I got ambition I got ambition I got ambition I got ambition I got an ambition to get drunk and fall asleep WAKE UP be King of A Land where I'm the man hot bitches in canary yellow bikinis fawn over hangin on my every word and gesture leaning in to stroke my sky blue polyester I got ambition I got ambition I got ambition I got an ambition to get drunk and fall asleep under a tree from whose canopy a rainbow shoots straight to the heavens like a jumbo trademark in the sky And I don't wanna remember my dreams last time I remembered my dreams there was a plague of princesses swarming little bitches in sparkling shoes, sequined dresses rampaging gangs of them roaming the streets calvacades of long pink limousines fuelled by the blood of African babies It was botox detox knock knock joke It was a get rich quick slick bitch cream dream scheme and I got ambition I got ambition I got ambition I got ambition I got an ambition to see a catfish fuck a lawyer catfish by the name of Destroyer the oldest oiliest blackest catfish in the river catfish dick so cold it make that lawyer shiver when Destroyer shoots his load that lawyer gonna quiver and I got an ambition to see a lawyer fuck an eel watch that lawyer make that little eel squeal with his lawyer laws his lawyer clause his beastly lawyer paws I got an ambition to get drunk and fall asleep under a tree from whose canopy a rainbow shoots straight to the heavens like a jumbo trademark in the sky And I don't wanna remember my dreams last time I remembered my dreams There was blood human blood There was blood human blood There was blood human blood There was blood human blood and men with charcoal heads and black snakes on fire inside pipes of lead and a rogue yolk moon burst into the sky cracked the clouds open white truck crouched in the gutter and gobbled up the debris and a metal band played the death of summer on Shakespeare Street
6.	Whiskey, You Are Not My Brother 04:57	lyrics	buy track
Whiskey, you are not my brother do not stand so near take your hand from my shoulder do not whisper in my ear There's a place where black is blue deep deep blue where you are misshapen made obese by all that does not fill you Whiskey, you are not my brother do not stand so near take your hand from my shoulder do not whisper in my ear There's a place where the river is deep deep deep green The water's are opaque they are viscous they appear to be serene Whiskey, you are not my brother do not stand so near take your hand from my shoulder do not whisper in my ear Whiskey, you are not my brother do not stand so near take your hand from my shoulder do not whisper in my ear
7.	Decline of Mankind 07:31	lyrics	buy track
In a dream I walk the streets of a city that always sleeps Building tumble from the sky and flames shoot from my feet I got a bluebird on my shoulder lucky rabbit on my head The bluebird is of Chinese descent and the rabbit has long been dead Night falls crawls to the river day softly breaks and crazy lazy city never ever wakes The pharmacists insist sleeping pills will cure my ills But don’t they know about the predator, the reaper and the night time creeper and robots who patrol the sky with eyes of fire and don’t they know that when I sleep the trees whisper and conspire This city where night is abundant where arriving is redundant 'cause when you get here you're already there and when you get there you're already here Crumbled on the couch with a bottle of wine I fastidiously monitor the decline of mankind And I’m the kind of man who tried to be good and if I have failed I hope that’s understood In my backyard I dug up a bone I use it now to touch my phone The birds, the trees, digital feed I never knew life could be so good to me

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released September 23, 2016

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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