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How I Roll

by Jonathan Burks

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1.
How I Roll 03:20
I'm too slick for no click I'm a man who don't need no clan I got friends yes I do when they good you only need a few I aint lonely when I'm alone that aint nothing that's how I roll heartache, gonna get me some gonna tip the honey pot till I get stung I aint a cutter, aint a sadomasochist still I'm drawn to the cool blade of your kiss I can't hold back or leave it alone I was born to bleed that's how I roll I get mine, I have my fun when it comes to good times, I get the deed done there aint no place I'd rather be let me tell you what babe, between you and me there's a fire down below that's what I'm stuffed with that's how I roll
2.
Fake It 02:42
you gotta fake it til you make it gotta dip til you dive shake it til you break it no one gets out alive from the cradle to the grave from the grave to the pie in the sky you gotta fake it till you make it and make it till you work it out right... dabble in depression and scoliosis got a back that's bent and a head full of neurosis still I stand up straight and tip my face upright I'm holding on for dear 'cause this the only life dark clouds rolling in trouble on my mind high waters hiked up man I'm ready to ride I can't shake the feeling this aint as bad as it gets I'm holding on for dear because this the only breath sometimes I'm up sometimes I'm down this mean old world keep on spinning around and round and round I'm dizzy from the scope of it all aint it big and blue and wet and having a ball huddle up before the show one two lets go no time to get ready let the rock just roll let's intuit the groove til everybody in the know get up and get in it and go man go go go
3.
I can tell by the way that you walk and the way you slang your talk you and me gonna get along at least until that morning sun comes 'round everything flits and fleets so it goes, so it seems I'll be sad tomorrow when you go but I'd rather be sad than leave here alone I'm reaching out my hand may I have this lonely dance make my night more grand honey won't you be my one night stand the fruit don't fall far from the tree I'm at your trunk on my bended knee hoping your boughs might reach down here where I tend to be won't you drop a corn-dog a bone come over and stay at my home hold me forever for now now now at least until that morning sun comes 'round
4.
aint no women left to meet on these too familiar streets it's a mighty thin degree separating them from me over time I been around there's no one left to date in this town searching high and searching low for friendly faces I don't know mired in my old routine same old faces same old me tired of myself and my surrounds there's no one left to date in this town everybody knows your steeze when you where it on your sleave got a heart pinned to my shirt and a country song for every hurt don't nobody want you when you're down there's no one left to date in this town I messed up, I messed around there's no one left to date in this town
5.
ever since I was a child I felt outside of the crowd like something in me just don't fit in but when you look at me like you do everything clicks so true I've got a feeling for you my skin has gotten thick brushes with love have toughened it I'm not one to breakdown blush or swoon but when you step into the place all my blood hits my face I've got a feeling for you been a while since I got nothing 'cept a lonely nagging notion so blue caught up in a swell of raw emotion I'm swimming in something good and new I get carried away by the pull and sway of the rhythm, of the frequency that's you I can't help it if I loose my cool please forgive this romantic fool I've got a feeling for you
6.
Note to Self 03:05
you've got to write like a MF everyday you gotta bend that pen until it bleed your pain the muse don't dance if you don't make it rain you've gotta write like a mother-front-door everyday gather my tools and I set me down get down to business when I mess around extend my digits, move my mouth push and pull words and chords til something shakes out you've got to write like open-back-door everyday you've got to bend that pen until it bleed your pain can't grow no crops if you don't catch the rain you got to write like a mooger-fooger everyday honing my craft and paying my dues I work my 9 to 5 and my five to nine too no rest for the wicked, I must be raising hell good god I need some water send the bucket to the well you gotta write like a mutha-ducka everyday you've got to bend that pen til it bleeds your pain aint no shortcuts, it's a long walk through the rain you gotta write like a mmmmmmrrrrrrrrrr everyday couldn't catch a hook if it was stuck in my thumb I get so dang lonely when the songs don't come guess I'll have to motivate and get at them grease up my elbows, dig the rut into a trench you've gotta write like a fudder-rucker every day you got to bend that pen until it bleed your pain the muse don't dance if you don't make it rain you gotta write like a open-front-door everyday
7.
Judgment Day 03:47
they say that the end is nigh well I hope that them Mayans is right I'm going to buck up and join in the fray man I can't wait for Judgment Day when the Jesus he come down from the sky and sees his name aint been used right he gonna put them cornball blasphemers in they place I can't wait for Judgment Day if there is a vengeful god above I'm praying with all of my love bring down the curtain and cane man I can't wait for Judgment Day
8.
Young Girls 02:44
19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24 good lord good lord young girls young girls young girls young girls judge me if you can judge me if you must gonna get my kicks 'fore I'm dust to dust supple and agile eager to please I aint talking 'bout them hell, I'm talking 'bout me young girls young girls young girls young girls you rock my world you rock my world young girls young girls young girls young girls I aint that old you aint that young love is ageless honey fun is fun you got boy troubles let me tell you what you need a full grown man help you get unstuck young girls young girls young girls young girls you rock my world you rock my world young girls young girls young girls young girls
9.
I Like It 06:31
put you in a purlple haze like Jimmy Hendrix bang your head when we present this music to cheer you up like Zoloft get your rock and roll on I got style like Jane got addiction strutting like a bum with a half pint of gin twisted open flowing like a jelly fish in the ocean chug chug chugging like locomotion play the straight deep and wide when I break on through to the other side aint no thang when I raid the public domain latch on a pop song like Hawkman to the prey tell me how it feels to be out on your own 'moss don't grow on a rolling stone' tell me how it feels to be so far from home 'oh blah dee, life goes on' it's that Brew Town rude sound underground like velvet or digital, Candy says we got the gravy like Musiwak still got a lock down on the basement scene when I'm not around, I hope ya'll gonna remember me Call Me Lightning, Temper Temper tantrum Bamm Bamm with a big stick this rock and roll anthem I know it's only rock and roll so sue me do what I do because it moves me I know it's only rock and roll but I like it.... you may think that I am from the South because I'm drawling but it's just the way I express myself when I'm talking I was born in Racine live in Milwaukee Lake Michigan's my heart word to your mommy get low and gnarly in club or basement party good people getting smashed like frogger on Atari catch me on the dark side of the moon throwing double rainbows riding pink elephants with my sidekick Donnie Darko shout out the Devil like heavy metal keep it on the level when I stir my kettle seems like the scum tend to rise to the top I aint trying to blow no bubbles I just want to make it POP like P-Funk meeets Johny Cash so mother-fucking country got burlap sacks for pants back woods and toothless on front porches smoking tiki torches burning and two cases of Blatz I don't know but I been told the streets of heaven are lined with gold aint that got a hollow ring? sounds like a rich man's dream to me the road goes on forever the party never ends no need to fear the reaper see you in Hell my friend relax for a minute forget your troubles for a bit this world is fucked up and we got to live in it
10.
Call It Even 02:34
I wrote you a song I know it's slim consolation for what you say I put you through- for me it wasn't no vacation aint no right or wrong but there's a rhyme and reason we had some fun and then it was done why don't we just call it even I don't want to fight there's no need to argue who done who how aint the point at all as long as somebody's leaving just let it go you don't even like me no harm no foul, let's end it in style why don't we just call it even we don't have to be friends but we can if you want to you're a bit more off than I initially thought but that don't mean that I don't like you I think your alright honey I'm a bit nuts too no harm no foul, let's end it in style why don't we just call it even we gave it a go, let's leave it alone why don't we just call it even

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released September 1, 2012

Allen Cote: guitar, lapsteel
David Gelting: bass
Bryan Dorn: drums
Nicholaus Westfahl: piano
John Langford: trumpet

art by Joseph Huber

engineered by Shane Hochstetler at Howl Street

guitar, piano and trumpet overdubs recorded by Allen Cote

mastered by Jim DeMain at Yes Master

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