Jan 012012
 

Lo-folk and indie music.

Released online, 2012.

  1. Christmas 1998 [2:49 – lo-folk] Listen&Download
  2. Biohazard [2:35 – indie folk/pop] ▪ Listen&Download
  3. Don’t Die Dumpster Daddy [2:08 – lo-folk] ▪ Listen&Download
  4. Tryin to Run, Tryin to Hide [3:21 – indie folk/rock] ▪ Listen&Download
  5. Hurdy Gurdy Man [2:06 – indie folk] ▪ Listen&Download
  6. Don’t Giva Damn [1:09 – lo-folk] ▪ Listen&Download
  7. Skinny Dip Smile [2:33 – indie rock] ▪ Listen&Download
  8. Future’s Outta Sight [2:35 – psychedelic folk/rock] ▪ Listen&Download
  9. It dances around in your old shoes [1:54 – lo-folk] ▪ Listen&Download
  10. Superhero’s Plea [1:35 – psychedelic folk] ▪ Listen&Download
  11. The time I met you [2:31 – lo-folk] ▪ Listen&Download
  12. Going Down [3:08 – lo-folk] ▪ Listen&Download

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Free music downloads – courtesy of:

Simon Gylden & National Masterpiece Library, 2012. (Total playing time: 28:24)

 

Lyrics:

 

Christmas 1998

It’s easier when you’re alone. You’ve got no one to care for – or worry they aint coming home. And your time is your own. You can tell everybody to go and just leave you alone.

By the way, by the way, it’s Christmas, Christmas, Christmas on this byway. By the way, Jinglebells slay. It’s Christmas, Christmas, Christmas on this byway.

And when there’s nobody there you can drink as you like; let everyone know you don’t care. And you can drive your own way and never come back, cause nobody expects you to stay.

By the way, by the way, it’s Christmas, Christmas, Christmas on this byway.

Snow is falling, people are calling, everyone is coming home. Lakes are creaking, mice are squeeking and trees are filling up with foam.

By the way, by the way, it’s Christmas, Christmas, Christmas on this byway. By the way, Jinglebells slay. It’s Christmas, Christmas, Christmas on this byway.

 

Biohazard

Biohazard in a field of Blue Grass. Biohazard’s been leaving me dry. I fell down a dirty, old chimney, but came back just to see her smile.

She is all – hey now, look at me fall. Laying with her, hearing her sigh. One eye open to hide for a while.

Chimneys are smoking their cancer ridden fumes on birds and bees and orchards in blume. They fall down all reeky and ragged. People doing their best to deny it.  

Bio Hazard in a field of Blue Grass. Bio hazards’ been falling apart. Swallowing all lonesome, inside out – gallons of pride to give me a start.

She is all – hey now, look at me fall. Laying with her, hearing her sigh. One eye open to hide for a while.

 

Don’t Die Dumpster Daddy

Don’t die, Dumpster Daddy, don’t you die. Don’t die, Dumpster Daddy, leaving me here tonight. Eat shit, take crap, be their bestes friend. Throw it up and wash it down and do the whole thing again.

And so you’re leaving me here like that old contraceptive flapping on the winter branch. Lubricated and ready, baby. Got a zero-to-zero chance.

So, Dumpster Daddy, don’t you die, leaving me to myself. No, Dumpster Daddy, don’t you go leaving me by myself.

Oh my, you’re a girlie, baby – yeah you’re so fine. I saw you just the other day with some boy down town.

And so you’re leaving me here like an old contraceptive flapping in the winter wind. Lubricated and ribbed for your pleasure. Hoping to get in.

Oh, Dumpster Girlie, don’t you go turning into Dumpster Daddy. No, Dumster Girlie, don’t you go, leaving me to myself.

 

Tryin to Run, Tryin to Hide

I stood there looking at people living out your dreams, with mouths full of cancer and trunks of gasoline.

Trying to run, I’m trying to hide. Hide it all inside. Hide the fact that it’s just not right.

And go, go, go your own little way. Blow, please blow. Please. There’s no need for you to stay anyway. No, not today.

And you stood there clapping all your hands to their heinous cries, with powered whale labeled Sexitude smudged upon your eyes. 

Trying to run, trying to hide. Hide it all inside. Hide the fact that it’s just not right.

Now, go, go go, go go your own little way. Blow, please blow. There’s no need for you to stay anyway. Not today.

And I laid there peeping at the people chewing on my brain while strip mining animals from their drowning diamond trains.

Trying to run, trying to hide. Hide it all inside. Hiding the fact that it’s just not right.

Go, go, go, go, go your own little way. Blow bl-blow bl-blow, please blow. There’s no need for you to stay anyway. Not today.

 

Hurdy Gurdy Man

Helter skelter the Rock ‘n’ Roll shelter won’t take my hurdy gurdy man. Nobody knows why he went out cold when they shoved him in the garbage cans.

And nobody knows why he aint around no more. And nobody knows if he’s landed on God’s golden shore.

His wife, a woman age forty three, twenty seven children, was fooling around with what must have been about twenty seven husbands.

And nobody knows why he aint around no more. And nobody knows if he’s landed on God’s golden shore.

Eight foot tall, wide as a wall, stole away his woman. Dragging her down on his back around town. Oh, God be with them.

And nobody knows why he aint around no more. And nobody knows if he’s landed on God’s golden shore.

Well, life is tough and the streets are rough in the land of milk and honey crunch. Getting by, staying alive. Oh, my hurdy gurdy man.

 

Don’t Giva Damn

Don’t give a damn what those others said about me. I had no cash and they were laughing intentionally. I had no money, not a care in the world. I spent it all on charcoal and flowers.

And so I’m standing here without a penny to my name. Yeah, I’m standing in the rain. I’m standing here without a penny to my name. I am standing in the rain.

 

Skinny Dip Smile

Just counting the cattle. One, two, three, four, five.  Counting the cattle.

It’s a two by four, it’s a coca cola hitting the dance floor. It’s a skateboard punk in my trunk flunking school no more. It’s three, just for me, that you see jumping round in their jumpsuits. It’s a skinny dip smile, Chloe Sevigny style.

It’s a pichachu shoe, it’s blue and it’s a waste of your money. It’s a damned waste of your money. It’s a dashboard snort and a Ford driving through the land. It’s a cupcake mistake, it’s fake and it’s slapping your honey. Like an undertaken dead man taking your hand.

It’s just that fool at the door. It’s a coca cola hittin the dance floor. It’s a skateboard punk in my trunk flunking school no more. It’s just those three, just for me, that you see jumping round in their jumpsuits. It’s a skinny dip smile, Chloe Sevigny style.

It’s a hoola-hoop dance, it’s trance, it’s a sock in your pocket. It’s a back row peephole, no-show, show of hands. It’s the gents and the germs and the perms pulling out their pee holes. It’s those cheerleading, faggot beating, force feeding, fall-out lands.

It’s just that fool at the door. It’s a coca cola hitting the dance floor. It’s a skateboard punk in my trunk flunking school no more. It’s just those three just for me that you see jumping round in their jumpsuits. It’s a skinny dip smile Chloe Sevigny style. Down.

 

Future’s Outta Sight

Eat your flapjacks, but don’t you come back no more. There’s roadkill on the floor. Your bags are by the door.

You can fly to the moon in your rubber balloon. You can whistle your tune and be jerking me off. I’m getting smashed tonight. The future’s out of sight.

And get a nose job. You won’t smell me again. Can’t even be your friend. Yeah, you can go get bent.

You played my guitar. You went far too far. You spat in a jar and then you gave it to me. I’m getting smashed tonight. The future’s out of sight.

I can’t imagine myself living in a big titty. Even if it was a robo-titty.

You can drive in your cars. You can smell your cigars. You can wave to the stars, but you’ll see me no more. I’m getting smashed tonight. The future’s out of sight. The future’s out of sight. The future’s out of sight. The future’s out of sight. The future’s out of sight. The future’s out. Decide.

 

It dances around in your old shoes

It rains, it pours, it hails, it snows, which nobody can deny. It dances around in your old shoes on your grave the day you die. It feeds you rye and it feeds you pie. It feeds you everything. It feeds on you and your fetus too and it tries to make you sing.

An old lady out from the woods was coming to town one days. She found her man in a garbage can and so she turned and ran away. Cause it rains, it pours, it hails, it snows, which nobody can deny. It dances around in your old shoes on your grave the day you die.

They’ll kick you, they beat you, they bite and the eat you and then dump you into the sewer. The grin at you and the laugh at you too and they make you eat all the manure. Cause it rains, it pours, it hails, it snows, which nobody can deny. It dances around in your old shoes on your grave the day you die.

 

Superhero’s Plea

Can’t let it happen, though I know you are trapping. Can’t let it happen. Don’t care what you do. Don’t blow up this town. I’m sticking around. Like a luminous clown all around this town. We gotta find a solution. On your super villain fall-out cloud. Say, on your boy scout honor, out loud, we can work it out.

 

The time I met you

The time I met you I was just hanging round, selling my body to science. Down by the drugstore they were standing in line to get a piece of me to themselves. But then I met you and life turned around. You took me in, I took you out. You gave me a diamond ring on a stick from back at lost & found.

So when your floating down East River way, feeling all alone. Forget yourself and forget your friends. Forget your mama’s home. Put some pumpkin pie in your pipe. Pipe down Peter Piper. Beat me on your head with my thing, ’til you’re feeling ripe. Oh so ripe.

So kiss me, darling. Kiss me and hold me tight. Kiss me on my lipstick before we kiss, we kiss goodnight.

The time I met you I was just hanging around, selling my body to satan. Down in the dungeons they were standing in line to get a piece of nerve tissue to themselves. To themselves.

So kiss me, darling. Kiss me and hold me tight. Kiss me on your lipstick before we kiss. Before we kiss goodnight. Before we kiss, we kiss goodnight.

 

Going Down

My head is on the ground, it’s spinning round. I’m going down, I’m going down. Your house on the hill looks like a clown on a drunk, going down. Going down. O, I’m going down. I’m goin down.

Well, I’m lying alone by myself. I’m all alone, by myself. And you’re burning at me on the phone. You’re all alone, by yourself.

Going down. O, I’m going down. I’m goin down. Going down. Going down. O, I’m going down. I’m goin down. Going down.

There’s a laughing, gapping hole in my head. In my head, in my head. The pain is stomping about like a boot on my brain. It’s going down, down the drain. Going down. O, I’m going down. I’m goin down. Yeah, I’m going down.

But the devil will take you one fine day and you’ll be going down, down to stay.