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released September 1, 2014

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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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Track Name: WSP 001 Note to Self
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
Track Name: WSP 002 Stumble Down
know regret is just a waste of breath
but self-pity has got me
wishing I could change the past
don't know what you got till it's gone
I really hate that cliche
it keeps on punching me in my face

as we stumble down the after-bar streets
drunken angels arm in arm
shout to the sun coming up
'here we are and there we go again'
you throw your head back and laugh

nostalgia's a wicked drug
helps you cling to broken love
keeps you thinking about the way things used to be
if I don't watch myself I drift
to 3 a.m. Riverwest porch-steps
where I'm throwing rocks up at your window
credits
Track Name: WSP 005 Alien Love [Spatula City]
we be making all the species wet
from this solar system all the way to the next
and if it gets lonely on the RCS
our holodeck is the best

from the Dog Star to the Delta Quadrant
hips on the axis in the orbit revolving
tantric sexing up above
talking about that alien love

it's true earth girls are the best
still I like to keep an open door on my head
so when I'm out and about on the RCS
dig them space chicks green purple and red

I don't mind freaky sex ritual rights
we can foreplay for forty days and forty nights
now you know where the big bang came from
talking about that alien love

I like that alien love and those alien freaks
I'll dig up all the dirt and make it work like Captain Kirk
just wipe that smirk up off your face kid
why you trying to bullshit on my spaceship
it's hard to face it, I'm still wasted
from the alien love I tasted

when it's time for relaxation and rest
we show those space ladies respect
and them Pleiadians they treat you right
they freak it dolphin style day and night
but don't forget to put the condoms on
cause space germs will make your stuff fall off
to all the space jerks who player hate and such
you don't know nothing about alien love
Track Name: WSP 006 Dolphin Song [Linneman's]
when I was in South Carolina, took a boat trip across the water
it was there that we saw some dolphins that were propagating
the captain informed us that dolphins do three things
they make love, they play and they eat

I want to be a dolphin swimming in the sea
nothing to do all day but make love play and eat
I want to be a dolphin, yep that's the life for me
goodbye human race, I'm heading off to sea

because dolphins are mammals they have to breath air
so when they are making love to be on the bottom just wouldn't be fair
so when they are copulating, to keep one of them from suffocating
another dolphin has to rotate em and that makes three

some fools think humans are the most advanced race on the planet
but how can that be?
the way that dolphins live makes more sense to me
you can keep the guns, racism, wars and even T.V.
I'm putting on my scuba gear and heading out to sea
Track Name: WSP 007 Three Legged Dog
I been snipped and clipped scolded and put down
out the dog house, this old hound has got a leg up and how
I'm hitting the ground running on all my remaining paws
I'm moving on like a three legged dog

packed up all of my things, dug up all my buried bones
gnawed my way through the leash
all my wounds are licked and sewn
I can't say I'm healed but I aint sticking around
I'm moving on like a three legged dog

a dog don't know the limits that depress and impose
he just carry on, he just follow his nose
I might be blind but I know when I hit a wall
I'm moving on like a three legged dog

honey it's been real, all in all you done me alright
I won't never be the same but the blame aint yours or mine
hearts and limbs they surface severed in the fray, after all
I'm moving on like a three legged dog

a dog don't know the limits that depress and impose
he just carry on, he just follow his nose
I might be blind but I know when I hit a wall
I'm moving on like a three legged dog
Track Name: WSP 008 Rebounded
lean in and close and tell me
about your ex and the woman that he sees
tell me about how you're moving on
about him you don't much even think

I can be a sounding board
to bounce your thoughts off of
if you need to let off steam
I can feed your brainstorm or be your trampoline
the spare part that fits like a broken dream

I don't make a good boyfriend
so I'm told, so it seems
still I think we could be friends
I aint so bad in a pinch you'll see

I know what it's like to want someone who don't want you
I aint a stranger to that scene
been around every corner of that town
I been down most every single street

I don't make a good boyfriend
so I'm told, so it seems
still I think we could be friends
I aint so bad in a time of need
Track Name: WSP 010 Taste of the Road
just got back from vacay the other day
did some tracking and played a bit along the way

I met some real good folks and I'm ready to meet some more
I got a taste of the road

I know it aint all roses and sold out shows
that's ok, basements and living rooms is how I roll

I bit that gritty pie and I'm going to make it mine

it's warm down in New Orleans this time of year
I'm cold, so cold no matter the weather here

the chill in my bones won't leave me alone
since I got a taste of the road

I'm hungry for a bit of what aint been before
appetite's been whetted, will not be ignored

I bit that salty brine and I'm going to make it mine
Track Name: WSP 012 Rock and Roll [featuring Katherine Katchever]
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
Track Name: WSP 013 Ginsoak Baby [Jackpot]
hold me like you hold your liquor
hold me like you hold your gun
ride me like a freight train baby
be my honey buns
you and me's two peas in a pod
two drunks in a brown paper bag
i know i can't quite drink like you
but i can still hang

gin soak baby
my gin soak girl
apple schnapps of my eye
rye whiskey of my world
here's to you my darlin
a toast to you my friend
when we get together girl
the good times never end

you're smarter than most and tougher than the rest
sexy as you wanna be and cool as a pimp
long as I'm being honest, sometimes you're a total bitch
somehow it suits you honey, don't ya change a bit

you're complex like a russian novel
you've got depth in spades
you blush at the silliest of things yet you really don't care what nobody say
you're classy and brassy, a woman to the core
a feminist to the nth degree without the pomp and bore
Track Name: WSP 014 No One Left to Date
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
Track Name: WSP 015 But I Like It
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
Track Name: WSP 016 Light It Up [Cactus Club]
thirty-something years old
recovering alcoholic
Jon Burks is in the place
the stage, man I'm on it
Johny Bizzle with the flame to the wick
rock a many style, flow indiscriminate
from Woody Guthrie to Old Dirty Bastard
my influences range from Wimbledon to Nascar
I'm not the hardest, not the farthest out
still I get around when I roustabout
from the Zoom up to the final cut
keep it from the gut when I light it up

wanna check my stats go ahead and Google me
got more tracks than black and yellow got bumble bee
I'm not your average rock and roll maverick
I be the butter spread on all kinds of sandwiches
bring the dip and the fixings for your munchies
five second rule, gritty and grungy
serve up the floor save with a side of straight face
drop a little fly into the soup of the stage
like a home cooked meal gets you a different kind of stuffed
feel it in my gut when I light it up

captain crabby, king curmudgeon
only happy when I'm banging out beats in the dungeon
got an attitude that could use adjustment
me and my git-box, we got some blues to bludgeon
dig in and feast, wipe the fur from your teeth
I don't keep the lucky foot
I eat the whole beast
and I been wrestling rabbits till I'm straight jacket
manic, bass drum kicking like a habitt
it's the missing link that catches the release
so I keeps my mange free range
off the leash
open head like Whoopi on Next Gen
when I push pen and Ten Forward my two cents
from the Zoom up through to the final cut
I keep it from my gut when I light it up
Track Name: WSP 017 No One Left to Date [Cactus Club]
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
Track Name: WSP 022 Moonlight
I don't want to fall in love
don't want to take flight
just want to fall in bed
with you tonight

let me lie upon your floor
a safe and distant shore
a fleeting sea of company
to keep your good ship warm

I don't want to be a star
to guide you great and far
just a dim and low 20 watt bulb
hanging where you are

solo I sail
on a thin and crooked rail
heavy with freight and baggage
dragging a ragged tail

I'm paying for my sins
and bucking up my chin
I aint too blind to divine
a sparkle in the din

I wear no mask or crown
there's no halo to be found
upon this head, hollow and bereft
of any holy gown

if we can't be the light
we can least try it on for size
get and reflect a comfy fit
wear it like a prize

I don't want to fall in love
don't want to take flight
just want to fall in bed
with you tonight

hush them lips, dim the switch
let's dissolve and slip
I don't want to be the man of your dreams
let me be your moonlight
if I can't be the man of your dreams
let me be your moonlight
Track Name: WSP 023 Young Girls
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
Track Name: WSP 024 How I Roll
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
Track Name: WSP 027 Young Girls [Linneman's]
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
Track Name: WSP 028 But I Like It [Linneman's]
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
Track Name: WSP 029 Moonlight
I don't want to fall in love
don't want to take flight
just want to fall in bed
with you tonight

let me lie upon your floor
a safe and distant shore
a fleeting sea of company
to keep your good ship warm

I don't want to be a star
to guide you great and far
just a dim and low 20 watt bulb
hanging where you are

solo I sail
on a thin and crooked rail
heavy with freight and baggage
dragging a ragged tail

I'm paying for my sins
and bucking up my chin
I aint too blind to divine
a sparkle in the din

I wear no mask or crown
there's no halo to be found
upon this head, hollow and bereft
of any holy gown

if we can't be the light
we can least try it on for size
get and reflect a comfy fit
wear it like a prize

I don't want to fall in love
don't want to take flight
just want to fall in bed
with you tonight

hush them lips, dim the switch
let's dissolve and slip
I don't want to be the man of your dreams
let me be your moonlight
if I can't be the man of your dreams
let me be your moonlight
Track Name: WSP 030 Blame
sitting on a duffle bag
waiting on a train
wondering if heaven's
really up there above the rain

looking at a puddle
feeling like it knows my shame
I stepped in the mud
I got only me to blame

looking out the window
can't see past my face
broken lines and severed ties
put the truth in frame

it aint a pretty picture
it's not the one I want to paint
I want to say you done me wrong
but I only got me to blame

quiet towns pass on by
slumbering with ease
lonely streetlights fight the good fight
pushing back the brink

it looks like their loosing
and I'm looking the same
I can't condemn the darkness
I got only me to blame

buried in motion
knee deep in the wave
when you're low and heavy
gravity's such a drag

I don't mind the fall from grace
but it just seems I'm falling in place
everywhere I put my feet
I got only me to blame
Track Name: WSP 031 Judgment Day [Circle A]
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
Track Name: WSP 032 Note to Self [Circle A]
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
Track Name: WSP 033 Got a Feeling
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
credits
Track Name: WSP 038 Up Through the Floor
all of my ex-girlfriends are getting married
or about to, at least so it seems
I can honestly say I'm happy for them
and I'm glad that they aint marrying me

all of my friends are having babies
putting down roots, growing up the family tree
I can honesty say I'm happy for them
and someday lord I hope the same for me

it's a long low lonesome sidewalk
I find my toes stepping upon
I'm growing on the sides and in the cracks of it
towards the light lord, up thru the floor

stage is my home, road is my oxygen
song is the atom that constructs my world
if I'm on the wrong path I don't intend to get off of it
gonna see how that horizon unfurls
Track Name: WSP 051 Dressing up the Blues [Tonic Tavern]
I try to keep my mind on the sunny side of the street
but my feet they creep
can't seem to keep my tracks on a solid path
toes grabbing nothing but sand
hand full of slivers, shiver me timbers
pull that schtick, bust a gut until it heave ho
a ragged melody

wearing out my body
dressing up the blues
stomping out that heartache
wearing out my dancing shoes

I got a thin frame but it hold a thick vein
my heart is large even though it aint always in charge
to tell the truth I'm a red hot mess
a piece of work, a work in progress
anxiety ridden alcoholic depressive
my resume's impressive
off as a box of frogs, I ams what I am
chockfull of faulty wiring and glitches in the program

birds of a feather form cozy formations
I'm flying solo got a futzy inner magnet
flight path erratic, head full of static
this is the only life, grab it
we are corpses projecting from the grave
we get one trip around the flame
until we hit that light and say goodnight
I can smell my wings singe every time I wave goodbye
Track Name: WSP 052 Walls
when your heart is dumb and broken
and there's no words that can spoke the wheels of thought
spinning round your mind
there's a hollow ache that takes the place
of feeling anything at all
except the wall in-between you and me

I've made mistakes before, lord knows
my bed is made upon the floor
I've never known any other way to sleep
I pray someday I'll learn to lay
no more upon bales of hay
sheltered by this wall around me

yes I miss ya, I'll never kiss you again
not ever in this life
you would think that I'd get used to
this shade of deep blue
but it just keeps getting darker every night

a chance was took and it got got
that yellow dog had to be shot
I know it but still I can't stop these tears
my only fear is that I'll never grow
thumbs to climb, breath to blow
down this wall around me

I suppose the sun it does tend to shine
another love will light my sky
if I'm blessed to see another day
them cosmic gears they grunt and grind
what is just is, I'll get by
aint no roof on the walls inside me
Track Name: WSP 053 Hometown Blues
lately I been in a rut
feeling frustrated, sated and stuck
bored of these comfy old shoes
yeah I got them hometown blues

I like where I'm living don't get me wrong
please don't misinterpret the jist of this song
I love me some city of Brew
but I got them hometown blues

I got them hometown blues
I got them hometown blues
the leaves are falling and I feel like drifting to
I got them hometown blues

I been hanging out and hanging around
working and drinking, getting up and getting down
doing all the same things I always do
yeah I got them hometown blues

think it's time to ramble and roll
grab my guitar, pack my hobo pole
let my soul wander and peruse
I got them hometown blues
Track Name: WSP 054 Yellow Rose
there's a yellow rose blooming in heaven
pedals golden neath the never setting sun
a flower new to the good lords great garden
there's a yellow rose setting in the sun

no one said this life was supposed to be easy
of the hardest parts I never once heard you complain
I know you heart bore a hurt big and deep
you've earned your rest, may peace be where you lay

there's a yellow rose blooming in heaven
pedals golden neath the never setting sun
a flower new to the good lords great garden
there's a yellow rose setting in the sun

you climbed the thorny stem of this world
you bore the scars you wore with grace
no more flesh to tear, no bones to break dear
you've earned your rest, may peace be where you lay

there's a yellow rose blooming in heaven
pedals golden neath the never setting sun
a flower new to the good lords great garden
there's a yellow rose setting in the sun
Track Name: WSP 044 Shit Talking Blues [Bremen Cafe]
into the gossip mill, ground up like chuck meat
let me toss you a kidney so you can eat me
salty like a buyon rich and beefy
give you worms so bad you'll have stringy feces

he said she said he said yada yada
too jaded to pay too much attention to that drama
blah blah blah blah ha ha ha blah blah
say what you want to say, somebody said your mama

there's more depth than you can step in
even with flippers on you couldn't tread
this path no man or woman can
so keep all that nonsense to yourself

old hens cackle, nitpicking the shackles
not to free the bird but to serve the worm in the apple
when shit's too intense for intestines to grapple with
pettiness churns turns for entertainment purposes

there's more depth than you can step in
even with flippers on you couldn't tread
this path no man or woman can
so keep all that nonsense to yourself

you can dress up a tossed salad
but it's still just talking shit
I admit this song is the work of a hypocrite
just let me place this flaming bag of doodoo
on the doorstep and move on
ding dong ditch this bitchfest and be gone

I got the Milwaukee shit talking blues
Track Name: WSP 045 Dressing up the Blues [Circle A]
WSP_0080_Dressing up the Blues

I try to keep my mind on the sunny side of the street
but my feet they creep
can't seem to keep my tracks on a solid path
toes grabbing nothing but sand
hand full of slivers, shiver me timbers
pull that schtick, bust a gut until it heave ho
a ragged melody

wearing out my body
dressing up the blues
stomping out that heartache
wearing out my dancing shoes

I got a thin frame but it hold a thick vein
my heart is large even though it aint always in charge
to tell the truth I'm a red hot mess
a piece of work, a work in progress
anxiety ridden alcoholic depressive
my resume's impressive
off as a box of frogs, I ams what I am
chockfull of faulty wiring and glitches in the program

birds of a feather form cozy formations
I'm flying solo got a futzy inner magnet
flight path erratic, head full of static
this is the only life, grab it
we are corpses projecting from the grave
we get one trip around the flame
until we hit that light and say goodnight
I can smell my wings singe every time I wave goodbye
Track Name: WSP 046 Past Tense [Circle A]
I write all of my love songs
in the past tense, pressing rewind
this pen is fluent in the prose of regret
I can only see when I'm looking behind

my mouth don't move to that rhyme scheme
my heart's never been able to keep time
my words have only made their way to paper
through loosing what they was trying to find

these hands have only traced a vague understanding
I've only brushed up against the light
every picture that I've ever painted
has got me standing looking in from inside
Track Name: WSP 047 Moonlight [Circle A]
I don't want to fall in love
don't want to take flight
just want to fall in bed
with you tonight

let me lie upon your floor
a safe and distant shore
a fleeting sea of company
to keep your good ship warm

I don't want to be a star
to guide you great and far
just a dim and low 20 watt bulb
hanging where you are

solo I sail
on a thin and crooked rail
heavy with freight and baggage
dragging a ragged tail

I'm paying for my sins
and bucking up my chin
I aint too blind to divine
a sparkle in the din

I wear no mask or crown
there's no halo to be found
upon this head, hollow and bereft
of any holy gown

if we can't be the light
we can least try it on for size
get and reflect a comfy fit
wear it like a prize

I don't want to fall in love
don't want to take flight
just want to fall in bed
with you tonight

hush them lips, dim the switch
let's dissolve and slip
I don't want to be the man of your dreams
let me be your moonlight
if I can't be the man of your dreams
let me be your moonlight
Track Name: WSP 048 Chicago Women [Circle A]
them Chicago women
they give you the blues
you better stay away from them
they're bad news

believe me when I say
you better stay away from them
or you'll find yourself on the floor
wishing and praying you was dead

this friend of mine
used to see one of them
she stoll his mind
right out of his head

this Chicago woman I once knew
had my heart in the palm of her hand
squeezed till I was blue

I hope you got
the moral of this tune
them Chicago women aint nothing but bad news
Track Name: WSP 050 Sine Yo Bitty
sine yo bitty on the runny kine
give me the skinny, shuck that jive
know what I mean? know what I'm saying?
feel me or not some things don't need explaining

uh huh
oh yeah

been off and running
since I been tall enough to drawl
stone cold bluffing when I strut for ya'll
say what I mean, mean what I'm saying
that don't mean I aint only faking it

oh yeah

one step forward and two steps back
that's the only way I've only known how to act
got heart, got depth
where the hell's your sense of self respect

uh huh
oh yeah

se la vie, sa da tay
all is peace, come what may
know what I mean? know what I'm saying
feel me or not some things don't need explaining
Track Name: WSP 055 Blame
sitting on a duffle bag
waiting on a train
wondering if heaven's
really up there above the rain

looking at a puddle
feeling like it knows my shame
I stepped in the mud
I got only me to blame

looking out the window
can't see past my face
broken lines and severed ties
put the truth in frame

it aint a pretty picture
it's not the one I want to paint
I want to say you done me wrong
but I only got me to blame

quiet towns pass on by
slumbering with ease
lonely streetlights fight the good fight
pushing back the brink

it looks like their loosing
and I'm looking the same
I can't condemn the darkness
I got only me to blame

buried in motion
knee deep in the wave
when you're low and heavy
gravity's such a drag

I don't mind the fall from grace
but it just seems I'm falling in place
everywhere I put my feet
I got only me to blame
Track Name: WSP 057 Just a Path
my disposition is a little homely
aint met a women yet who could comb me or mold me
even when I was nothing
but a rubbery substance in the palm of her hand
I don't wanna die alone
I just need some more time to roam
it aint good, it aint bad, it's just a path

I been loved and I been blessed
by the goodest and the best
in the present tense I'm appreciating
what i took for granted in the past
I messed up so many times
I'm beggin to see the light
and it aint good, it aint bad, it's just a path

nothing to live for but life itself
no pot to piss in, all is well
I'm learnin to love myself
after all what the hell
it aint good, it aint bad, it's just a path

the phoenix in my heart
keeps tearin my life apart
I stop drop and roll and roll and roll
but can't seem to slow the coals burning in my soul
I don't want to die alone
I just need some more time to roam
it aint good and it aint bad, it's just a path
Track Name: WSP 058 Love Song
you said you'd be my muse
you must have meant bemuse me
because I find the way you're acting so damn confusing
it's true I'm writing tunes left right like crazy
but they're all about how you insist upon misbehaving

baby wont you help me write a love song
one about how you do me right
I've got the lyrics and I long to sing them
won't you be my melody tonight

come on sugar buns I got love for ya honey
move towards the light, be my snuggle bunny
I'm tired of these blues, wanna sing in the key of you
my voice is hoarse from crooning won't ya fork over the spooning

and be my boo, my shoe that fits like Cindarella
I'm your fella - won't ya let me be your fella
I woo and woo but can't get through
holy walls of China you got hella walls around you
Track Name: WSP 062 One More Time
ants in my pants
moon in the sky
my heart it dance
when she walk by

throw back my head
full of praise
she wake the wolf
she raise that Cain

gotta have her
gonna make her mine
I'm courting heartache
one more time

she break my head
she bust my mind
she throw the ocean
on my appetite

pawed and pummeled
out to sea
pulled asunder
when she wave at me

dead man walking
in come the tide
I'm courting heartache
one more time
Track Name: WSP 063 No Woman in My Life
woke up missing my glasses and guitar
and my wallet
hope I left them at the bar

but I'm missing more than money
stuff and pride
I aint got no woman in my life

aint doing nothing much
just hanging round
whiskey, cigarette butts
and coffee grounds

my bachelor pad it's alright
but I aint got no woman in my life

well, I get laid
I get paid I aint no square
work nine to five
then I relax under neon glare

bar time is such a lonely sigh
when you aint got no woman in your life
Track Name: WSP 064 Woman Girl
if you snooze you loose
so I court the muse
every morning, noon and night

with a fist full of blues
and walking shoe laces
sewn up tight

it's a hard, cold
sad lonely world
she's a warm sassy woman girl

I was a born with a silver spoon
cleft thru the main vein of my tongue
you can bleed fervently and preach sympathy
but white guilt don't get things done
Track Name: WSP 070 Month of Sundays
well I aint been laid in a month of Sundays
this life it aint been no fun

can't remember when I had some arms around me
or felt a kiss descend upon me
I've known loneliness but not like this Lordy
this life, it aint no fun

used to get into trouble, used to get into fun
stuck in a rut so wide and deep
dinosaur bones more alive than me

most women want a man with a job that pays
at least some kind of living wage
working every day, no money in the bank
this life it aint no fun

aint got much leverage to impress or woo
when you're pushing 40 and pushing broom
top of the stairs, single bed, single room
this life it aint no fun

used to get into trouble, used to get me some
now I aint doing nothing but a bunch of hum-drum
stuck in a rut so wide and deep
miles of ocean coming down on me

you reap what you sew, aint that the truth
oats don't grow no kind of fruit
sitting neath the tree, staring at my shoes
this life it aint no fun
Track Name: WSP 073 One More Time
ants in my pants
moon in the sky
my heart it dance
when she walk by

throw back my head
full of praise
she wake the wolf
she raise that Cain

gotta have her
gonna make her mine
I'm courting heartache
one more time

she break my head
she bust my mind
she throw the ocean
on my appetite

pawed and pummeled
out to sea
pulled asunder
when she wave at me

dead man walking
in come the tide
I'm courting heartache
one more time
Track Name: WSP 079 I Hate My Mind [Circle A]
I hate my mind
it froth and spit
it wound too tight
it tourniquet

I hate my mind
it don't let go
it don't know how
to ebb and flow

I hate my mind
it don't relax
cold and coiled
poised for attack

I hate my mind
it don't play nice
it nip and poke
it pick dumb fights

I hate my mind
it don't land no punch
it swing and lurch
just out of touch

I hate my mind
it don't work
it's all ass
and no twerk

I hate my mind
it don't play nice
it nip and poke
it pick dumb fights

I hate my mind it don't quit
24-7 open for biz
Track Name: WSP 080 Dressing up the Blues
I try to keep my mind on the sunny side of the street
but my feet they creep
can't seem to keep my tracks on a solid path
toes grabbing nothing but sand
hand full of slivers, shiver me timbers
pull that schtick, bust a gut until it heave ho
a ragged melody

wearing out my body
dressing up the blues
stomping out that heartache
wearing out my dancing shoes

I got a thin frame but it hold a thick vein
my heart is large even though it aint always in charge
to tell the truth I'm a red hot mess
a piece of work, a work in progress
anxiety ridden alcoholic depressive
my resume's impressive
off as a box of frogs, I ams what I am
chockfull of faulty wiring and glitches in the program

birds of a feather form cozy formations
I'm flying solo got a futzy inner magnet
flight path erratic, head full of static
this is the only life, grab it
we are corpses projecting from the grave
we get one trip around the flame
until we hit that light and say goodnight
I can smell my wings singe every time I wave goodbye
Track Name: WSP 081 You and Me
you gotta beg, you gotta bow
you gotta bite you're lip and kowtow
they pink slip, they straight trip
knock you down a peg every chance they get
the game is fixed, seven-ten split
man, that's the only way them pins get set
but the powers that be
aint got nothing on
you and me

they don't know joy, they don't know fun
least not how good we get it done
you crack me up, you fill my cup
and when I'm wrong you let me know what's up
we're getting by, side by side
we gonna take everything in stride
come what may, you'll see
nothing standing but
you and me

when I'm feeling down, like I wanna quit
I think on my folks and my friends
they wouldn't leave no note, just up and split
leave me alone in this filth to tread
it's sink or swim, you float my boat
and together we gonna row row row
we might be lost at sea
but we're sailing on
you and me
Track Name: WSP 082 Any Port in the Storm
where you at, that's where the fresh start is
back from the dead more times than Jack Harkness
I resurrect myself on a daily basis, I'm turning pages
I aint a quick read, lessons come slow poke
taking my time, digging deeper than the cliff notes
dog-eared, highlighter in hand
in between the lines is where I'm setting up camp

any port in the storm, any shell in the sea
I'm crawling and crashing towards any dim opening

inspiration it come and go, the only constant is the work flow
they say 'strike while the iron is hot'
most times you gotta swing even when it's not
don't touch that pan pot, I'm hitting sweet spot
like getting a fresh cop of Tape Op in the mailbox
I'm in the saddle crafting transmission
adjust the angle of my mic position

any port in the storm, any shell in the sea
I'm crawling and crashing towards any dim opening
Track Name: WSP 083 Water Beats Rock
I aint got no money, I aint got no girl
fear I been misplaced
I aint wanted in this world
like a square peg lego
I don't seem to fit
I lay me down upon the wall
but I don't hear no click

gradients of static saturate the lens
I'm having a hard time making out
any kind of sense
like a fly in jello, embedded in the hoof
frozen, full of dread
unclean and underfoot

trudging thru another day
goddamn this life roll on
aint nothing around every bend
except another way to fall
cut my teeth at every turn
(the con is long and wide)
spitting sand out the side of my face
water beats rock over time
Track Name: WSP 084 I Need a Win
cracking the knuckles of my mojo hand
got my lucky belt buckle on
and a little bit of cash
step into the place
poker face hovering above my chin

I need a win
tired of loosing
going downtown
I need a win
I been loosing
gotta get 'round

she got them short shorts on
I can feel the light
emanating from them heavenly shapes
orchestrating the tide
a body's mostly water
and I'm swimming in every inch

loneliness I got it
in spades
put all my cards on the table
I aint good at this game
handful of heart
but aint no diamonds in my chain
Track Name: WSP 085 The Three Fierce Mantras
whatever has to happen, let it happen
whatever the situation, it is fine
I don't really need too much of anything
no, I don't need anything at all

the crux of my fear and apprehension
is a rats nest of "what ifs", "shoulda" and "coulda beens"
but the moment don't hold no junk
and I'm cleaning out my trunk
little bits at a time, often as I can

sour grapes aint got no vitamin D
tiny violins play a thin melody
no hope, no despair
just hanging in there
little bits at a time
often as I can

whatever has to happen, let it happen
whatever the situation, it is fine
I don't really need too much of anything
no, I don't need anything at all
Track Name: WSP 086 It Ain't Much [Circle A]
home sweet home is where I roam
turn the ringer off the phone and
strum three chords maybe four
don't need too much more from this life
pacify my mind with rhythm and rhyme
a melody to ease the passing of time

it aint much but it's enough

sitting on a front porch smoking with strangers
quietly soaking up the friendly faces and conversation
such a fine and simple thing
the common ground on the bottoms of our feet

it aint much but it's enough

go to work and I pay my bills
keep a roof over my head and the refrigerator filled
I've seen better days but I cant complain
living alone is still living, hey hey hey
we all do the best we can
on gold and gravel path

it aint much but it's enough

and we get by...
Track Name: WSP 087 Can't Sleep
can't sleep
no sheep above me
can't sleep
outside that stupid sun is humming

insomnia

can't sleep
no z's escaping
from my mouthpiece
outside them noxious birds are buzzing

can't sleep
no dreams
real life is too bleak
outside humanity is hunting
Track Name: WSP 088 Wrong Side of Life
woke up this morning
on the wrong side of life
feeling like a wrath
heart pumping nothing but ice

on the wrong side of life

no kind of action
underneath my skin
not a trace of movement
nothing much happening

I can't find my breath
I must be undead
nothing but echoes
bouncing round in my chest

it's late in the morning
but everything is black
aint a cloud up in the sky
but I aint seeing that

drank a cup of coffee
it sprang out a hole in my gut
somebody pass the duct tape
I believe I'm out of luck

got a thankless job
my kind comes a dozen a dime
they don't need me sticking round
so why am I?

full moon rising
blood dripping from it's chin
don't need a postcard
to know where she been

mouth full of dirt
coffin lid neath my fingernails
when I wasn't looking
my foot must have kicked the pail
Track Name: WSP 089 Any Port in the Storm [Rival FM]
where you at, that's where the fresh start is
back from the dead more times than Jack Harkness
I resurrect myself on a daily basis, I'm turning pages
I aint a quick read, lessons come slow poke
taking my time, digging deeper than the cliff notes
dog-eared, highlighter in hand
in between the lines is where I'm setting up camp

any port in the storm, any shell in the sea
I'm crawling and crashing towards any dim opening

inspiration it come and go, the only constant is the work flow
they say 'strike while the iron is hot'
most times you gotta swing even when it's not
don't touch that pan pot, I'm hitting sweet spot
like getting a fresh cop of Tape Op in the mailbox
I'm in the saddle crafting transmission
adjust the angle of my mic position

any port in the storm, any shell in the sea
I'm crawling and crashing towards any dim opening
Track Name: WSP 090 The Three Fierce Mantras
whatever has to happen, let it happen
whatever the situation, it is fine
I don't really need too much of anything
no, I don't need anything at all

the crux of my fear and apprehension
is a rats nest of "what ifs", "shoulda" and "coulda beens"
but the moment don't hold no junk
and I'm cleaning out my trunk
little bits at a time, often as I can

sour grapes aint got no vitamin D
tiny violins play a thin melody
no hope, no despair
just hanging in there
little bits at a time
often as I can

whatever has to happen, let it happen
whatever the situation, it is fine
I don't really need too much of anything
no, I don't need anything at all
Track Name: WSP 091 One More Time
ants in my pants
moon in the sky
my heart it dance
when she walk by

throw back my head
full of praise
she wake the wolf
she raise that Cain

gotta have her
gonna make her mine
I'm courting heartache
one more time

she break my head
she bust my mind
she throw the ocean
on my appetite

pawed and pummeled
out to sea
pulled asunder
when she wave at me

dead man walking
in come the tide
I'm courting heartache
Track Name: WSP 092 Tool
getting dirty and down to work
hands underneath the hood
frontal lobe ‘neath my fingernails
diy I don’t knock on wood

I might be out of luck
but I ain't afraid of rut
every valley’s got peaks
I might never get out this crevice
but it won’t be 'cause I didn’t reach

you can give off heat
or take it away
you can be the radiator
or the drain

haters don’t say nothing but nay
it’s the only phrase they know
I’m trying to keep my head moving
on a different kind of flow

this aint no cruise ship, if you aint moving
get out and push
bound to get your feet wet some
get on little doggie mush

stop motion couldn’t capture this slow growth
I’m plugging along
hard to take in the scope of momentum
when the arch is so long

early bird catches the worm
early worm wiggles off of the hook
I’m writhing like a snake in the ocean
dancing ‘round every rule in the book
Track Name: WSP 093 Stuck in Asheville
I was stuck down in Asheville
and I didn't have a place to stay
I was walking around looking for a bridge to keep me dry from the rain
I was feeling frustrated my back and feet were sore
just then I heard some bluegrass music coming through an open door
I didn't have much money but I bought a beer anyway
and all my troubles were soothed as them fiddles played
just then a friend walked in, one I never met before
but I knew she was a friend of mine by the way she walked across the floor
she sat down next to me and ordered a drink from the bar
I was snacking on complementary trail mix, glad to be in from the rain
we struck up a little conversation about this and that, the weather and such
I was contemplating my strange and pleasant sudden change of luck
she said "I love dancing”
I said "I do too”
she said "it's my mission in life”
I said "mine too”
she said "must be your destiny to dance with me tonight”
I blushed in the face, I was a little bit nervous and it was alright
I saw her watching the band and her feet started to move
I saw the way she could hardly contain herself without busting loose
she asked me if I knew how to clog
I said "no I never heard that move”
all you do is STOMP YOUR FEET
honey there aint no rules
all you do is STOMP YOUR FEET
honey there aint no rules
I went outside to smoke a cigarette and get up some nerve
and when I came back into the place
I was dancing with her
we were dancing together, not exactly in a romantic way
more like two Jedi Knights on a mission from outer space
everybody else in the room was still and stiff as a board
but we were having so much fun soon it spread like butter getting warm
a few funloving gyrations can spread some good vibrations
and pretty soon everybody in the room had the boogaloo flu and they got up to groove
I looked at her, she looked at me
gave here a high five as she said to me
BOY you know how to clog, who you fooling
Track Name: WSP 094 Water Sign
mine is a water sign
I get wet, I get dry
it's all just a state of mind
mine is a water sign
full moon is high
I feel the pull of the tide
levee's busted open wide
flooding this old heart of mine
liquid is light
I seen 'em both in her eyes
in the folds of her mind
in the soul of her thighs
I feel the pull of the tide
it cuts like ice
carving up this glacial night
opening up the great divide
swimming in the mystery
fishing 'neath a shady tree
sipping from a slippery stream
rolling like a stone across the belly of the beast
in the mystery
sitting on a fallen tree
slithering through the swampy weeds
skipping like a stone
washing up on the beach
there's a path, there's a current
viciously determined
frothing and churning
raw meat in the broth of learning
soft curve of a wave
cuts like a knife
washing away and rearranging the lines of a life
the bones of a man fold and crumble like sand
in the palm of a plan
in the ducts and channels of a hand
Track Name: WSP 095 Into the Moon
into the moon, into the lake
oh how bad I want to kiss your face

you are the moon and I am the wave
we meet on the surface

mud on my sandals, sand in my eye
mud on my toenails, you in the sky

if I could fly I'd meet you there
where no one or nothing could hurt us

you who move the ocean so blue
I swear I feel my blood moving too

mortality advertised in neon spotlight
you whisper the reasons that we must die

if I could fly I'd meet you there
where no one or nothing could hurt us
Track Name: WSP 096 She Came Around
on so many lonely nights I couldn't shake her face
so good and lovely, amplifying every ache
for so long I've long to hear her knocking at my door
but the man who couldn't get over her don't live here anymore

tempted don't even start to measure how I feel
but just one kiss would open up what I've worked so hard to heal
though the wounds, they are not fresh - I still feel the sting
plucking and pulling taunt the stitching like heartstrings

she came around looking for someone I used to be
her man left her for another just like she left me
she was seeking shelter but there's none to be found
when she came around I turned her down

thoughts of her, they still throw sparks - it's hard to deny
fireflies start dancing when she touches on my mind
where there's light there must be heat, though I miss her so
poke the fire you're bound to get burned, I best leave it alone

she came around looking for someone I used to be
her man left her for another just like she left me
she was seeking shelter but there's none to be found
when she came around I turned her down
I don't know why or how but I turned her down
Track Name: WSP 097 Off the Stone
one grain at a time
lifting weight from the stone
giving up to the wind
what aint mine to hold
can't tip the slope of the hill
gotta lessen the load

tectonic plates
aint got nothing on me
rearranging my face
grinding glacially
where I'm at right now
aint where I'm gonna be

get my needle stuck
on a particular note
swimming round and round
confusing ocean for mote
if the craft is sound
why not get in and row

every step of the way
every bend of the fold
I'm breaking skin
crawling out of my mold
I aint the same
as I was before
what I am right now
tomorrow won't be no more
Track Name: WSP 098 I Need a Win
cracking the knuckles of my mojo hand
got my lucky belt buckle on
and a little bit of cash
step into the place
poker face hovering above my chin

I need a win
tired of loosing
going downtown
I need a win
I been loosing
gotta get 'round

she got them short shorts on
I can feel the light
emanating from them heavenly shapes
orchestrating the tide
a body's mostly water
and I'm swimming in every inch

loneliness I got it
in spades
put all my cards on the table
I aint good at this game
handful of heart
but aint no diamonds in my chain
Track Name: WSP 099 Wasted Days, Wasted Nights
wasted days and wasted nights
this aint no way to live a life
all my time spent loose and free
buying nothing but misery

I been drifting around
the same old scene for some time now
like a doe caught in the shine
drawn to my own demise

set me straight and get me free
lift me out this misery
I aint never been one to pray
but I'm on my knees today

there's no more joy, no more fun
carefree days are dead and done
can't get high, it's all a low
coming down is all I know

wasted days and wasted nights
this aint no way to live a life
all my sin has gotten 'round
to claiming my soul and pinning me down
Track Name: WSP 100 Getting Low
got a heavy handed touch of winter madness
feeling lowdown, sunken like Atlantis
need me a Stargate, my mind-frame aint taking me no place I want to be
my brain got a chemical glitch that makes me wish I didn't exist
from time to time my mind gets sick
but I'm figuring it out man I'm dealing with it
I aint even entertaining the notion, just describing the view from this low in the ocean
it's hard to see the plankton for the trees when you all up in the teeth of the beast
flossing alcohol free going on year three but my demons got mouths to feed
they got new moves
used to beat 'em down with the booze, still learning how to use my new tools
won't you lend your lungs to me, I could use a melody
blue is the surface, darker are the depths
reporting from the floor till I'm running out of breath
I'm sinking down, I'm getting low
feeling alright, it come and go

pacing around my kitchen, breaking down like fission
pull up the game plan and reevaluate the mission
I get nuclear when I meltdown, forget to breathe deep and countdown
it aint effective, need a new method
a proportioned response to the challenges presented
sometimes I get too upset, can't elevate above the noise-floor in my head
waves of static screaming, I'm pile steaming over the pettiest of reasons
I'm keeping on the light side of the force
but deep seated issues got a tight grip on my Swartz
I'll be alright man, I aint quitting
I just need to stare at this wall a minute
convert the tense to present, unwrap each second
no returns on what the moment is presenting
can't all be tinsel and bows
chunks of coal aint nothing but fuel for the fire yo
they say it's darkest before the dawn
from my window aint no shadows on the lawn
I'm sinking down, I'm getting low
feeling alright it come and go