Loudmouth Soup

by Jonathan Burks

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1.
02:49
gonna give myself a haircut and go and get a bite to eat they got sometasty bratwurst at the bar down the street make some conversation or sit there dumb and quiet any which way all i got to say is i'm goin out tonight and the day is mine to waste some time and some money for sure do what i want every day of the month 'cept the times when i'm at work such a fancy hobo - oh what a wasted clown i got nothin to live for brother - pass that bottle round i aint suicidal - nope nowhere near only end i'm coming to is the bottom of this beer VERZAMALAM!
2.
I'm lonely like I aint never been before no one to hold me 'cept the unforgiving floor the only thing that I know I want for sure is to kiss a woman one more time before I hit that door I'm born I got breath I'm down down down down but I aint dead biting my lip and biding my time so hard i can taste blood and feel those gears grind every second, every tic and toc feels like a fuse so short and loose ready to take off
3.
lying in your bed i dumped out my head and you filled it up with pieces of me i never knew existed when i spilled my guts you scooped 'em right up and put 'em back all crooked your a big bady bodhisattva a true blue guru hoochie mama angle and a devil thru and thru jesus can't bear enough cross to know ya shiva aint got enough arms to hold ya i know that you aint mine but baby i like you you got yourself a whole lot of sin little miss mother mary magdalin i just don't know what to make of you you're sweet and gentle, kind and patient then you bitch slap me with your cruel salvation i know that you aint mine but baby i like you
4.
your heart is always restless your feet they never touch the ground the truth is what you're avoiding your lost and you don't want to be found it's one, one for the money and two, two for the show your heart is good and golden but your soul is all rock n' roll you've been resting in the arms of a woman who wept for forty days and forty nights but aint no flood or mad amounts of love gonna get you clean tonight all your bridges are burning you sail upon a funeral pyre sure as your still moving your bound to be spreading fire
5.
03:31
roll with the punches follow my hunches drink a 6pack for lunch and smoke that shit all day long It's me Johny B the honky tonk m.c. piece of straw in my teeth when i flow fancy free stoned on the weed and the beer for sure loose like Willy and haggard like Merle it's Sunday morning and I'm coming down damn straight fools can drink up in the brew town so raise them glasses and put em back the spatula is raised for a playful slap on the rump we bring it like that so get up and get down brew city keep it simple kinda more like a town fresh and crisp as autumn in the Midwest Godbless Wisconsin Chicks working class cause I'm a Milwaukean 8 days a week that's how we be rocking it life is a bitch a switch a flicker in the darkness it's cold and heartless but it's on it's on we keep it loose we keep it country them city gooses taste a little bit funky go ahead and savour the gamey flavor aint no shame in this piss poor behavior everyone's talkin bout a stimulus package i'm down at Lake Park hunting fowl with a hatchet life is a bitch a switch a flicker in the darkness it's cold and heartless but it's on it's on
6.
02:45
red and white but mostly blue we all got pride i got mine too you just can't fake what just aint true so I'm red and white but mostly blue I love my country cause it's my home but it's got problems that can't be ignored dont'cha tell me to move to Canada if i wanna change the way things are done here cause this is my country - yeah, this is my home don't you tax me - piss on the poor what good are they anyway - what can they afford wait a minute what's that knocking on my cellar door oh shit my riches won't help me no more
7.
01:32
tore up from the floor up scullied like a scrambled egg ten sheet to the wind all the way in the bag faded, bent, twisted canned, cranked and pissed all kinds of messed up goddamned whirlygigged beer bong, beer pong up like a one sided see-saw moon-shining like hee-haw skipped the hair bit the whole damn dog schnickered, tanked, tipsy off my pickle, out my tree having a close look at the path buzzing like a bee rat faced and razzled completely out my woo drunk as a skunk, liquored up full of loud mouth soup
8.
oh no, oh man I've done it again got too drunk last night - into the darkside I slid fragments, impressions, bruises and scrapes tell me the things my recollection can't say hooting and hollering acting a fool I couldn't seem to stay on that crooked bar stool fell down so many times I should've stayed on the floor my head is reeling and I'm feeling drunkards remorse yeah i had fun now the good time are done I'm feeling embarrassed and totally dumb knocked off my high horse with cruel and brutal force now I'm kneeling in the mud of drunkards remorse crudely throwing wild pitches of woo I pinched her but, said honey buns i think I love you she slapped my face, and for a little thing, with a suprising amount of force now I got and eye to match my mind, drunkards remorse I cringe as the memories move towards the light i wish there was a cave in which I could hide I'm feeling down and out and out of sorts I've got the fear and a bad case of drunkards remorse
9.
you can take this genre and shove it I don't want no part of no fashionable scene why dwell on the differences it's all just music to me it's cool to be a punk rocker and to make fun of the hippies but they seem the same to me fashion devours every honest movement and churns out mediocrity the close mindedness of the folk scene it pains me, it really burns cause 'folk' means of the people and the people are diverse from Woody Guthrie to Eazy E from 'this land is your land' to 'fuck the police' people of every race, color and creed can agree greedy bitches run the land from sea to shinning sea no rest till we get it back from them if it's poor against poor only the rich will win compassion needs action like i need music like the folk scene needs Johny B in it
10.
04:20
my battle with the bottle has brought me to a place where there's nothing to loose a landscape void and vacant a sky too dark to be blue I'm on the straight and narrow walking that line so true but wont no twelve steps take me any closer to you it's true I was cruel and selfish it's true I was jealous and mean but it wasn't my true heart speaking was the demons I blithely set free down in the wake of my folly onward my feet they move but won't no twelve steps take me any closer to you as I sift thru the wreckage of the mess I made of my life I cannot help but wonder if I could have made you my wife I know that you still love me but not like you used to do won't no twelve steps take me any closer to you
11.
01:58
i wrestle with my demons let my super soul flex fly 1 - 2 - 3 i hear that bell ring but i just can't be satisfied there's an empty something churning where the twinkle used to perch in my eye like a coal in the fire burning i just can't be satisfied i've known the pleasures of women in body, soul and mind i've sent back all the good gifts i was given lord i just can't be satisfied i'm hitting that good ol' lonesome highway gonna get up in them blurry lines reside in perpetual motion i just can't be satisfied to complain i really have no reason yeah, i 'spose i'm doing alright i got some time to indulge in boredom and paint it in an artistic light still it's real this nothing that i'm feeling this banal torture won't subside like some kinda horrible humming i just can't be satisfied i wrestle with my demons let my super soul flex fly 1 - 2 - 3 i hear that bell ring but i just can't be satisfied
12.
tipping is not for cows and it aint a city in China it's also not an option when you dine out hey there Mr. Pink it's you not the service that stinks I think we need mandatory service industry school I work for 2 bucks an hour you don't like your clam chowder I'll get you something else sir or take if off your bill if you'd prefer 'no thanks I'll just eat this' and be a passive aggressive dick god damn we need mandatory service industry school why you wanna give me a dirty look aint you glad you don't have to cook anyway aint we all just trying to get by every time that you shit on me you dig another foot deep into the special hell where your soul will forever burn I'd really like to pelt ya with the change that ya left me fella hell I'm just trying to make some rent thanks a bunch for the 53 cents I get taxed on all of my sales so I just payed for part of your meal for real we need mandatory service industry school you wouldn't be swelling up with so much pride if I could speak my mind I am sorry I spilled your wine but gravity happens sometimes aint you ever had a bad day well mine aint going so great for heaven's sake we need mandatory service industry school wouldn't that be cool if we had mandatory service industry school

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released January 1, 2010

Jonathan Burks, Joe Peschio, Nick Westfahl, Marc Luther Paul, Jacob Sutrick, Dan Boyles and Allen Cote

recorded by Shane Hochstetler at Howl Street

mastered by Justin Perkins at Mystery Room

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Jonathan Burks Milwaukee, Wisconsin

"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro"

here's some pro tips:

1) Keep a scream journal. Scream into a camera or microphone at least once a day. Any word or sound will work. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" seems to work for me.

2) Dance for 5 minutes daily. Dance on the way to the bathroom or kitchen. Dance as ugly as you can.

3) Make funny faces. Sit in front of a mirror and get strange.
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