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B-sides from the archive and works in progress

New track every Tuesday. My goal is to make it to 1,000 songs.

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released September 1, 2014

all songs by Jonathan E Burks unless noted otherwise
cover art background by Nathan Mayer

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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 101 Wing Nut
sometimes I'm up
other times I'm down
something different always coming round

I got thin skin
pulled taunt over tender frame
one breeze and I'm flying squirrel
blowing round every which way

dark thoughts rolling
down the barrel of my mind
synapsis claw and scratch
leave me staring down the great divide

I can feel something breaking
but it aint coming quick enough
there's a breakdown in the making
but it aint coming quick enough
all this slo mo salvation
is quickly making me nuts
Track Name: WSP 102 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

techtonic 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 moat
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 103 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 104 Roll Me Up
roll me up, I wanna get you high
I wanna be the smoke
that gets in your eyes
honey dim the lights
I'm gonna shake your mind

you so good, wonderful and weird
some other kind of people
must have dropped you here
I get a far out feeling
when you hold me near

I been running round like a chicken with no head
just a bloodless body propped up on fear and dread
honey you woke the ghost
that been sleeping in my chest

waking up aint never been so sweet
that good old sun left alone this dream
honey you so fine
I aint never going back to sleep

roll me up, I wanna get you high
wanna be the smoke that softens your eyes
honey dim the lights
I'm gonna shake your mind
Track Name: WSP 106 Wing Nut [Club Garibaldi]
sometimes I'm up
other times I'm down
something different always coming round

I got thin skin
pulled taunt over tender frame
one breeze and I'm flying squirrel
blowing round every which way

dark thoughts rolling
down the barrel of my mind
synapsis claw and scratch
leave me staring down the great divide

I can feel something breaking
but it aint coming quick enough
there's a breakdown in the making
but it aint coming quick enough
all this slo mo salvation
is quickly making me nuts
Track Name: WSP 108 Getting Wasted
bottle of wine deep
running on 4 hours of sleep
instead of getting a bite to eat I tottered to the bar
and got blasted out of my mind,so wicked so divine
now my body feels so dirty but my mind is clean

a friend ran into me there
falling out of my bar chair
when closing time arrived she offered me a ride
I gave her a hug goodnight
said 'darlin you're alright'
fumbled with my keys and stumbled up the stairs

getting wasted, getting drunk
getting lit and all tore up
it aint good but that don't bother me none
once in awhile you gotta let loose the reins
run wild with the joy and the pain
dumb down that stuffy brain and have some fun

it aint cool the way I live
let me be clear folks and friends
I do the best I can but I'm a flawed man
my role in this model aint glue
it's more like a stompin shoe
the pieces just make more sense to me
when i'm smashed

this world is one of woe
this life it aint no joke
it's as dear to me as all the good people i've known
if you see me at the corner bar
eyes glazed, drinking hard
it aint cause i hate this life
I love it so
Track Name: WSP 110 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 111 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 112 Wing Nut [remix]
sometimes I'm up
other times I'm down
something different always coming round

I got thin skin
pulled taunt over tender frame
one breeze and I'm flying squirrel
blowing round every which way

dark thoughts rolling
down the barrel of my mind
synapsis claw and scratch
leave me staring down the great divide

I can feel something breaking
but it aint coming quick enough
there's a breakdown in the making
but it aint coming quick enough
all this slo mo salvation
is quickly making me nuts
Track Name: WSP 113 Wing Nut [remix]
sometimes I'm up
other times I'm down
something different always coming round

I got thin skin
pulled taunt over tender frame
one breeze and I'm flying squirrel
blowing round every which way

dark thoughts rolling
down the barrel of my mind
synapsis claw and scratch
leave me staring down the great divide

I can feel something breaking
but it aint coming quick enough
there's a breakdown in the making
but it aint coming quick enough
all this slo mo salvation
is quickly making me nuts
Track Name: WSP 114 Can't Get Right
I aint hungry
roof over my head
no kind of problems
are the only ones I have
something's burning
but there aint no light
low and heavy
can't get right

running water
fruit on the table
all kind of program
on the internet cable
something's burning
but there aint no light
low and heavy
can't get right

tear in the fabric
smudge on the blueprint
everybody gone maverick
a frayed bunch of loose ends
something's burning
but there aint no light
low and heavy
can't get right
Track Name: WSP 115 One More Time [band practice]
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 kane

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
torn asunder when she wave at me

dead man walking, in comes the tide
I'm courting heartache, one more time
Track Name: WSP 116 All Alone [remix w/Heidi Spencer]
the sun it sets and then does shine
in some other patch of sky
here we sit neath friendly dome
hand in hand all alone

all alone
all alone
so it goes
all alone

your my friend great and good
until the end, knock on wood
arm in arm down the road
in between all alone

when we get to where we go
there's a hand, there's a home
until then here we stroll
all around all alone
Track Name: WSP 117 One Night Stand
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
Track Name: WSP 118 Light it Up [Polish Falcon]
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 119 Paid [remix]
piss and moan don't get nothing grown
aint no way around the work
I'm up to my teeth in soiled schemes
trying to keep my mouth free of dirt

two steps back aint nothing jack
but a running start
9 to 5's breaking my stride
might as well commoditize my heart

I wanna get paid
gonna grab me a slice
they say money don't buy everything
but it buy everything I like

row my boat against the flow
common sense aint my friend
if I had a lick I would take the hint
and hang up my pen

but I'm a stubborn man
gonna lay down tracks till my craft catches wind
if you don't hoist that mainsail
you aint gonna do nothing much but drift

I don't rock no bling, that aint my thing
I don't roll with rent round my neck
I'm living like a king on some rice and beans
bouncing from check to check

pinching pennies and dimes for some studio time
my head aint getting less thick
I do it for the art, because it's from the heart
but you can't eat a 7" split
Track Name: WSP 120 The Three Fierce Mantras [rough mix]
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 121 Any Port in the Storm [rough mix]
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 122 Pretty Girl From Vermont
pretty girl from Vermont
you're the only one I want
when I'm dead and put in my place
won't you lay me down in your lovely state

the scenery is the prettiest when it's passing
light seems to shine the brightest in the darkness flashing
but it must be true love cause I feel so sad
I won't never see here again

pretty girl from Vermont
you're the only one I want
when I'm dead and my soul does fly
won't you lay me down in your countryside

her and her friend they we're shooting pool
I got on up off of my barstool
I said hello and she said hi
I felt a warm fuzzy feeling all deep inside

her hair was yellow but her roots we're brown
she was visiting from out of town
she taught art at a high school
I bet all the students there thought she was so cool

we talked for five minutes, maybe ten
then she went to go watch the band
as she sat by the stage and drooled
I sauntered back to my barstool

pretty girl from Vermont
you're the only one I want
when I'm dead and put in my place
lay me down in the green mountain state
Track Name: WSP 123 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
Track Name: WSP 124 Holding Pattern [Linneman's]
lately my mouth don't do nothing but whine
need to sharpen the edges of my battle cry
I got one foot rooted in the mess I'm in
and the other one moving on, I'm spreading thin

blade to the path, I don't chiromance
got a read on the backside of the task at hand
I'm catching lumps taking it on the chin
most times where you're at aint where you're trying to get

I fall to pieces like Humpty Dump
the hunch in my back is packed with psychic junk
I'm sweeping up, sorting wants and needs
I aint trying to keep what don't fit up my sleeve

rebuilding the backend, updating the code
rearranging the furniture up in my dome
I'm YouTubing yoga, stretching my limbs
expanding my reach till I'm handling it

drop a line in the water, you catch a boot sometimes
resistance and dead weight are not too hard to find
fish in a barrel aint no fun to eat
I'm seven seas deep, harpoon tucked in my teeth

a head that's liquid has got some give
what slips through the cracks parts for the fin
flash in the pan evaporates quick
it's the grease on the grill that makes the fire stick
Track Name: WSP 125 Reboot [Linneman's]
I asked for a sign, didn't like what it said
I kept on keeping on instead
they say nothing beats a fail but a try
guess that's one thing I'm doing right

been kicking round these same old tunes
tangled up in a predictable hue
all the ink I've spilled on rambling songs
aint floating me none or getting me gone

stubborn is as stupid does
my head knows better but my feet won't budge
my donkey sense has got me frozen in this track
some kind of death down every other path

I wrote my self into a bit part
now I'm sketching out the framework of a fresh start
they say nothing beats a fail but a try
I'm gonna mess it up good tonight
Track Name: WSP 126 Off the Stone [Linneman's]
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

techtonic 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 moat
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 127 You and Me [Linneman's]
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 128 Wing Nut [Linneman's]
sometimes I'm up
other times I'm down
something different always coming round

I got thin skin
pulled taunt over tender frame
one breeze and I'm flying squirrel
blowing round every which way

dark thoughts rolling
down the barrel of my mind
synapsis claw and scratch
leave me staring down the great divide

I can feel something breaking
but it aint coming quick enough
there's a breakdown in the making
but it aint coming quick enough
all this slo mo salvation
is quickly making me nuts
Track Name: WSP 129 Can't Get Right [Linneman's]
I aint hungry
roof over my head
no kind of problems
are the only ones I have
something's burning
but there aint no light
low and heavy
can't get right

running water
fruit on the table
all kind of program
on the internet cable
something's burning
but there aint no light
low and heavy
can't get right

tear in the fabric
smudge on the blueprint
everybody gone maverick
a frayed bunch of loose ends
something's burning
but there aint no light
low and heavy
can't get right
Track Name: WSP 130 She Is Gone [remix]
I found my soul in the cracks of the sofa
with an old pizza box and a soda pop bottle top
rocking out every day with this new-fangled method
pressing my face to the pain to taste this life lesson

she is gone

the healthy move on through the land of the living
while dinosaurs in bliss skip through their doomed existences
paving natures way, the embodiment of evolving
the bitter-sweet ruthlessness of being human

she is gone

need me a crush to smush this smoldering ember
a new flame to make pale all these stubborn remembrances
aint got the gumption to chase no women around
so I'll just write it down till all these feelings are gone

gone gone gone
Track Name: WSP 132 Hope Springs Temperamental [remix]
once the words came to me
now I'm chasing around
all these lame and useless
verbs and nouns
I might be lost
I might be found
I'm a square
the earth is round

over around the bend good
lord it never ends
they say hope springs eternal
but she always been
my fair weathered friend

I had it all
and threw it away
not just once
over and over again
I must be lost
I must be found
the sky was so soft
hard is the ground

all this syn
tax ing my brain
all in all
I got nothing to say
I might be lost
but not too lost to find
a melody
and some bull to ride
Track Name: WSP_0135_Uppercut
struggling to find my place
these clumsy hands can't catch no break
hustling, too dumb too quit
guess some folks aint got no sense

nothing left to do
chin up and punch through

feeling anything but whole
busted, every kind of broke
the pieces shift, can't get a grip
never been quite this over it

hard rain filling up the boat
best laid plans don't always float
the tide just rips, it don't rise or lift
20,000 leagues sitting on my chest
Track Name: WSP_0136_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

techtonic 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 moat
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_0137_Gotta Get Around [band practice]
I don't like my roommate, I hate my job
I like getting drunk but it don't pay a lot
I like getting high, I like writing tunes
love me some women, baby I miss you

so dissatisfied, so doggone blue
pacing the floor, wearing holes in my shoes
drinking beer in the morning, smoking all day long
I'm in love with a woman who's gotta get around

if I had my druthers I would surely stroll
stuff my duffle bag and just hit the road
if I had the money I wouldn't even pack
just hit that ol' highway with the clothes on my back

I can't stand my roommate, lord I hate my job
I like singing songs but it don't pay a lot
going out and getting loaded, I aint never coming down
I'm in love with a women who's gotta get around
Track Name: WSP 138 Paid
piss and moan don't get nothing grown
aint no way around the work
I'm up to my teeth in soiled schemes
trying to keep my mouth free of dirt

two steps back aint nothing jack
but a running start
9 to 5's breaking my stride
might as well commoditize my heart

I wanna get paid
gonna grab me a slice
they say money don't buy everything
but it buy everything I like

row my boat against the flow
common sense aint my friend
if I had a lick I would take the hint
and hang up my pen

but I'm a stubborn man
gonna lay down tracks till my craft catches wind
if you don't hoist that mainsail
you aint gonna do nothing much but drift

I don't rock no bling, that aint my thing
I don't roll with rent round my neck
I'm living like a king on some rice and beans
bouncing from check to check

pinching pennies and dimes for some studio time
my head aint getting less thick
I do it for the art, because it's from the heart
but you can't eat a 7" split
Track Name: WSP 139 Holding Pattern
lately my mouth don't do nothing but whine
need to sharpen the edges of my battle cry
I got one foot rooted in the mess I'm in
and the other one moving on, I'm spreading thin

blade to the path, I don't chiromance
got a read on the backside of the task at hand
I'm catching lumps taking it on the chin
most times where you're at aint where you're trying to get

I fall to pieces like Humpty Dump
the hunch in my back is packed with psychic junk
I'm sweeping up, sorting wants and needs
I aint trying to keep what don't fit up my sleeve

rebuilding the backend, updating the code
rearranging the furniture up in my dome
I'm YouTubing yoga, stretching my limbs
expanding my reach till I'm handling it

drop a line in the water, you catch a boot sometimes
resistance and dead weight are not too hard to find
fish in a barrel aint no fun to eat
I'm seven seas deep, harpoon tucked in my teeth

a head that's liquid has got some give
what slips through the cracks parts for the fin
flash in the pan evaporates quick
it's the grease on the grill that makes the fire stick
Track Name: WSP 140 Reboot
I asked for a sign, didn't like what it said
I kept on keeping on instead
they say nothing beats a fail but a try
guess that's one thing I'm doing right

been kicking round the same old tunes
tangled up in a predictable hue
all the ink I've spilled on rambling songs
aint floating me none or getting me gone

stubborn is as stupid does
my head knows better but my feet won't budge
my donkey-sense has got me frozen in this track
some kind of death down every other path

I wrote my self into a bit part
now I'm sketching out the framework of a fresh start
they say nothing beats a fail but a try
I'm gonna mess it up good tonight
Track Name: WSP 141 Rock and Roll [WMSE 2005]
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

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 142 Reboot [Circle A]
I asked for a sign, didn't like what it said
I kept on keeping on instead
they say nothing beats a fail but a try
guess that's one thing I'm doing right

been kicking round the same old tunes
tangled up in a predictable hue
all the ink I've spilled on rambling songs
aint floating me none or getting me gone

stubborn is as stupid does
my head knows better but my feet won't budge
my donkey-sense has got me frozen in this track
some kind of death down every other path

I wrote my self into a bit part
now I'm sketching out the framework of a fresh start
they say nothing beats a fail but a try
I'm gonna mess it up good tonight
Track Name: WSP 143 Holding Pattern [Circle A]
lately my mouth don't do nothing but whine
need to sharpen the edges of my battle cry
I got one foot rooted in the mess I'm in
and the other one moving on, I'm spreading thin

blade to the path, I don't chiromance
got a read on the backside of the task at hand
I'm catching lumps taking it on the chin
most times where you're at aint where you're trying to get

I fall to pieces like Humpty Dump
the hunch in my back is packed with psychic junk
I'm sweeping up, sorting wants and needs
I aint trying to keep what don't fit up my sleeve

rebuilding the backend, updating the code
rearranging the furniture up in my dome
I'm YouTubing yoga, stretching my limbs
expanding my reach till I'm handling it

drop a line in the water, you catch a boot sometimes
resistance and dead weight are not too hard to find
fish in a barrel aint no fun to eat
I'm seven seas deep, harpoon tucked in my teeth

a head that's liquid has got some give
what slips through the cracks parts for the fin
flash in the pan evaporates quick
it's the grease on the grill that makes the fire stick
Track Name: WSP 144 Tool [Circle A]
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 145 Light it Up [WMSE]
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 146 Water Beats Rock [WMSE]
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 147 Silent Night
silent night, holy night
purple dome, approaching light
golden pink glorious crown
pouring splendor on centuries down
songs of heavenly peace
sweet songs of heavenly peace

silent night, holy night
all is calm, all is quiet
softly listens the wondering air
holy infant with clustering hair
sleep in heavenly peace
sleep in heavenly peace

silent night, holy night
all is one, love's pure light
radiant beams from thy heavenly face
speaking the knowledge of abundant grace
songs of heavenly peace
sweet songs of heavenly peace
Track Name: WSP 148 Wing Nut [Circle A]
sometimes I'm up
other times I'm down
something different always coming round

I got thin skin
pulled taunt over tender frame
one breeze and I'm flying squirrel
blowing round every which way

dark thoughts rolling
down the barrel of my mind
synapsis claw and scratch
leave me staring down the great divide

I can feel something breaking
but it aint coming quick enough
there's a breakdown in the making
but it aint coming quick enough
all this slo mo salvation
is quickly making me nuts
Track Name: WSP 149 Graceland Hill
on mushrooms in the moonlight
twenty-five years ago
I knew you for the first time
your head beaming rivers of gold

heavy frozen branches
bursting silent and still
halo round your frame
throwing light down
on Graceland Hill

when I was a kid
winter brought lost wind and flight
thin plastic spaceships
sailing on physics and ice

into the cold
we climbed to catch that thrill
one with the now
zooming down
Graceland Hill

innocence lost
experience awkwardly won
your hands told mine
how to finish what didn't get done

headlights grabbed our shadows
and tossed them into the chill
cold dark relief
of the backseat
at Graceland Hill
Track Name: WSP 152 Punching Trees
bound to crack some eggs when you're hatching plan
I'm breaking dirty, I got hatchet hands
there's more than one way to get across
I'm riding backdraft, tossing matches like a boss

small mind fit inside small frame
hanging big picture on the walls of my brain
adjust the angle of the view
till the colors pop and the sound rings true

ear to the ground, rumble pulling me down the road
that siren song got me locked in like Hypnotoad
I'm moving forward, I've gathered my wits
they're tied up in a kerchief at the end of a stick

how lucid is the dream
how tight is the stitch of the seam
there's glue in everything
there aint no meant to be

carving a fit for my frequency in the mix
high pass the mud, notch filter my niche
eyes peeled, poised to grab the glitch
0 10 01 get it in

I got feet in my shoes and a new attitude
abide like The Dude when life gets rude
I'm punching trees, gathering building blocks
plucking the fruit of hard knocks

glasses on my nose, chewing on some prose
songbird takes life from the worm in the rose
I'm building flight on the meat of the blight
tossing tunes like a kite to catch a higher sight

how lucid is the dream
how tight is the stitch of the seam
there's glue in everything
there aint no meant to be
Track Name: WSP 153 Overview Effect
nothing pressing to do today
think I'll roll a spliff and drift away
set up camp in my inner space
think on nothing at all

I'm gonna tuck these blues away
save em up for a sunny day
let the shadows on the wall
battle the grey dissolve

tomorrow brings
a little everything

I'm getting gone, I'm on my way
stepping out on a taller plane
all these tumbles from grace
don't mean nothing at all

I never been to outer space
hear the view there is 'A-OK'
you can see it all
the cracks in the wall

the crush of the dream
little everything
Track Name: WSP 154 Untitled
I been writing more than I been living
I been talking to myself more than anybody else
it's an odd inclination I been given
love the alone time, live for the song

I been thinking, lord I been thinking
round and round these walls my thoughts scramble and crawl
the only time my soul is calm completely
is when my head is empty and there's room for the song

it's all been sung and done before I know
stronger hands than these have crafted finer works of prose
this light aint the brightest but it shines
love the limitations, live for the rhyme

I been dreaming, baby I been scheming
thought maps on the ceiling, post-its on the cabinet doors
let this be my tombstone when I'm gone
die when you have to, live for the song
Track Name: WSP 155 Exit Strategy
leaves are getting thin
out here on the limb
you can see the landscape
in all it's vacant heartache

full force of the wind
cutting thru my chin
sand of my glass jaw
rolling thru the back door

mind on the prize
nose to the grind
head in the clouds
boat on the brine
I'm owning this moment
victory is mine
hands on the plow
toes on the line

moving on what's next
with embryonic steps
goosebumps are my map quest
follow my excitement

shattered like a glass floor
picking up my slack jaw
no stitch left to hem haw
you get what you ask for

resistance is fertile
friction grows the flame
furrows on my brow
could use some gasoline

the tiger needs an eyepatch
went ahead and grabbed my groove back
man, I got a deep scratch
nothing gonna salve that
Track Name: WSP 156 Topside
aint no wrong side of the bed
when you're waking up warm and fed
set of lungs pumping breath
arm around your chest

aint no star that shines
longer than a finite time
you get one go around
feet barely touch the ground

and you're gone and you're dead

I never been one to rise
with hope singing out my eyes
but I'm learning to shift
my temperament a bit

I been above, I been below
I been flush, I been flat broke
sometimes this life just floats
other times it don't

I never been one to rise
with hope singing out my eyes
but I'm learning to shift
my temperament a bit
Track Name: WSP 157 Somebody to Love
everybody needs someone
we all need somebody to love
it's been said
it gets done
we all need somebody to love

Preacher Casey told Tom Joad
human beings we are one big soul
I can't say
I don't know
seems to me
it just might be so

everybody needs someone
we all need somebody to love
it's been said
it gets done
we all need somebody to love

Captain Janeway, Kirk and Picard
exploring life in the belly of the stars
back home their people
finally earned some peace
they learned the hard way
we was all on the same team

everybody needs someone
we all need somebody to love
it's been said
it gets done
we all need somebody to love
Track Name: WSP 158 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 159 Water Beats Rock [Circle A]
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 160 Lost on the Way
lost on the way
lost on the way
already good and gone
lost on the way

got a heavy heart
full of hope and dread
teeth on the tail
foot on the head

angle of the bone
shakes out the roll
cut of the jibe
carves out the stroll

lost on the way
lost on the way
stepping on a sweet song
lost on the way

out of sight, out of mind
out of space and time
in between the lines
of the infinite monkey mind

you can't sample or hold
the sine don't unwind
it's the attack, decay, release
that sustains the ride

lost on the way
lost on the way
it's all good and gone
lost on the way
Track Name: WSP 161 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 162 Get On
there lies my heart hung up on the fence
stubborn ripple thru the rag is the only breath that's left

gotta get over, gotta get on

caught up in the barbwire ,roasting in the sun
I do believe my goose is cooked
serve it up what's done is done

gotta get over, gotta get on

dragging my heels, no bounce left in my step
plugging along is the only move I got left

gotta get over, gotta get on

caught up in the cusp of some kind of release
frozen in the wave, ice blocks around my feet

gotta get over, gotta get on
Track Name: WSP 164 Turn of the Worm
you're not alone, it aint you
the way you feel is only passing thru
it aint nothing but a mess of wind
the wild rough edges of the good within

you got troubles it's true
but they aint nothing that you can't get thru

don't take it hard, honey you're alright
even a broken window lets in the light
we all catch a bit of rain
every picture looks different from the inside of the frame

you got troubles it's true
but they aint nothing that you can't get thru

this world of shadows tells no truth
that grunt work falls on the likes of you
the light might not be any more real
sometimes you gotta grab whatever tools you can steal

you got troubles it's true
but they aint nothing that you can't get thru
Track Name: WSP 165 Paid [Circle A]
piss and moan don't get nothing grown
aint no way around the work
I'm up to my teeth in soiled schemes
trying to keep my mouth free of dirt

two steps back aint nothing jack
but a running start
9 to 5's breaking my stride
might as well commoditize my heart

I wanna get paid
gonna grab me a slice
they say money don't buy everything
but it buy everything I like

row my boat against the flow
common sense aint my friend
if I had a lick I would take the hint
and hang up my pen

but I'm a stubborn man
gonna lay down tracks till my craft catches wind
if you don't hoist that mainsail
you aint gonna do nothing much but drift

I don't rock no bling, that aint my thing
I don't roll with rent round my neck
I'm living like a king on some rice and beans
bouncing from check to check

pinching pennies and dimes for some studio time
my head aint getting less thick
I do it for the art, because it's from the heart
but you can't eat a 7" split
Track Name: WSP 166 Motivational Blues
I got nothing left to take that won't fit on my frame
I've given it all away
I aint holding nothing but a guitar and a song
and a little something something hey hey

I don't want what can't fit in my lungs
give me some room to breathe and a bit of that indica

meow super trooper I'm a real Roto-Rooter
chewing thru till I get unstuck
dirt in my teeth, chasing grit with elbow grease
got a gullet full of sticks and mud

I'm going to bite off more than I can chew
that's how you find out just what you can get thru

I aint sitting on my hands, no if buts or ands
I aint praying on my knees
getting down to work, inspiration is for jerks
the muse aint the boss of me

I'm going to try and fail and fail and try some more
until I get at that getting at I'm searching for

aint sitting on my duff, got a bug in my butt
busting hump every day
luck is for chumps, these hands fist pump
my fingers don't cross they bang

I don't want what I didn't earn
that candle's got more surface to burn
Track Name: WSP 167 Motivational Blues [Frank's Power Plant]
I got nothing left to take that won't fit on my frame
I've given it all away
I aint holding nothing but a guitar and a song
and a little something something hey hey

I don't want what can't fit in my lungs
give me some room to breathe and a bit of that indica

meow super trooper I'm a real Roto-Rooter
chewing thru till I get unstuck
dirt in my teeth, chasing grit with elbow grease
got a gullet full of sticks and mud

I'm going to bite off more than I can chew
that's how you find out just what you can get thru

I aint sitting on my hands, no if buts or ands
I aint praying on my knees
getting down to work, inspiration is for jerks
the muse aint the boss of me

I'm going to try and fail and fail and try some more
until I get at that getting at I'm searching for

aint sitting on my duff, got a bug in my butt
busting hump every day
luck is for chumps, these hands fist pump
my fingers don't cross they bang

I don't want what I didn't earn
that candle's got more surface to burn
Track Name: WSP 168 Third Floor, One Bedroom
there's circles on the floorboards
where I wound my nights
into the cupboards of
my neighbor's lives

running down this small room
my secrets storm the halls
the best and the worst of me
dripping from these walls

I'm leaving here and I'm never coming back
the past holds dear what don't fit on a future track

imprints from my forehead
blood from my tongue
air still displaced
from my lowest rung

hole in the drywall
fist shaped in size
salt in the carpet
shook from my eyes

I'm leaving here and I'm never coming back
it's getting clear this is not my fade to black

handled my possessions
piece by piece
till they granted their blessings
and set me free

now I'm nothing but a body
a man shaped leaf
guided by the fall
pinched from the tree

I'm leaving here and I'm never coming back
the heart of fear fills up what you think you lack
Track Name: WSP_0133_Roll and Tumble [remix]
I'm gonna roll and tumble baby, stumble through every town
gonna romp and ramble 'till my name gets around
I'll be doing this 'till I'm 76 no doubt
at least until these old planks and beams give out
I was born to ramble, I was born to step and stroll
don't you think about me honey, when I go

I got ants in my pants, toes up in my sox
I got a heart that's aching like a big beat that just won't stop
I'll be doing this 'till I'm 76 for sure
head in the clouds and my feet all up in the dirt
I was born to ramble, I was born to step and stroll
don't ya think about me honey, when I go
Track Name: WSP 171 Wrong With Me
I can't quite seem to get it right
feeling the heft of my loneliness tonight
there's no way around it
evidence abounds
there's something wrong with me

rust, bondo and duct tape
crack in the fuel tank
got a hole in me that can't be killed
running on fumes every which way but loose
can't catch no thrill

there's a flaw in the design
the meat of my mind
aint blessed with no special gifts
you work with what you got
when it aint a lot
only so much you can do

a work in progress, obsessive neurotic
a red hot mess, a stone cold fool
can't take a hint
don't know how to quit
guess I'll push on through

can't quite seem to get it right
I'm feeling the flex of my loneliness tonight
there's no doubt about it
evidence abounds
there's something wrong with me
Track Name: WSP 172 Monkey Teeth
I have a hard time letting go
afraid to lose my hold
upon some kind of feeling
that I've come to know

get my head wrapped around
some notion I've found
when it outlives its usefulness
I forget to put it down

it's a thin line between what's real
and just how ya feel
I don't trust any one of us
not to slip on that banana peel

a joke lands or it don't
some plans just won't
keep on darlin, keep rolling on
whatever floats your boat

be a dog, get your head out
the ride is going past
suck it up, every ounce of wind
this weather aint gonna last
Track Name: WSP 173 Deep Search
aint waiting round with bated breath
boot drop don't designate next step
you get yours honey, I got mine
I'm working out my piece of the pie

I took my last chance
gonna grab something better than that

disconnect, discontent
working all the time, barely making rent
feel a bit like human fuel
for somebody else's dream come true

you aint got a chance
you have something better than that

the world we're in has got the bends
coming up too quick thru the primal depths
mounting pressure, space/time rift in our bones
as we breach the surface on the tail winds of the soul

we aint got a chance
we have something better than that
Track Name: WSP 174 It's On
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
Track Name: WSP 175 Quiet Desperation
I got piss poor life skills
for a grown-ass man
honey I aint as tall
as you think I am

quiet desperation throwing 'round its weight
got me dancing a side-step shuffle
down this load bearing plank

time waits for no one
every man got needs
there's somebody else
that I have to be

quiet desperation loosing its restraint
floating on the surface tension
held taut behind her face

I suppose I should have seen it coming
how could I know it would be as sweet as this

every pause and mis-step
have brought me here
every finish line
don't bring only cheer

quiet desperation got nothing left to say
I hear between the lines
crawling 'round the page

I suppose I should have seen it coming
how could I know it would be as sweet as this
Track Name: WSP 176 Rock and Roll
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

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 177 I Love You Mary Jane
they say happiness don't grow on trees
but your love grows wild and reckless like a weed
my heart buds forth like a swollen spring
when I walk through your fields of green

I drink you up until my cup runs high
you make me wanna sing when I feel like dying
I know you aint the solution to my woes
but this world is a whipping post and I'm getting stoned

you make my gray skies green
you're the sweetest thing I ever did see
I love you Mary Jane

for some your love is a cure
you help them see straight when their vision is blurred
you settle the stomach and ease the pain
why the man wanna keep you locked up in chains?

they say that to love you is a crime
too many who have known you are doing time
I guess I'll take your loving on the sly
with these smoke rings I take thee for my bride

you make my gray skies green
you're the sweetest thing I ever did see
I love you Mary Jane
Track Name: WSP 178 In the Mystery
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
levy's busted open wide
flooding this ol' 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 thru the swampy reeds
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

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 thru the swampy weeds
rolling like a stone
washing up on the beach

mine is a water sign
I get wet I get dry
mine is a water sign
Track Name: WSP 179 Drink My Mind
lord have mercy on my wicked soul
it keeps taking me places I don't want to go again
things that I've said and things that I've done
they wont leave me alone

I'm going out tonight, gonna drink my mind
and look at the ladies looking so nice
this space and this time they are mine to fill
got a restless heart and a twenty dollar bill

one dollar short and two steps behind
I try and I try but can't seem to walk no straight line
a fate and a path they get bent like a back
so I just try to stand up as straight as I can

got an itch in me that I cant seem to scratch
short on patience and short on cash
'there's floor space at my place
if you need somewhere to crash'
darling you bet I said as she slid off my lap
Track Name: WSP 182 Ginsoak Baby [Live]
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 184 It Just Aint Right
I try to talk to you and you avoid me like the plague
my loving aint contagious
I aint no leper babe

you got me going crazy
it just aint right
wont you please call me up
or better yet honey stop by

oh my god I'm so hot for you
but you turn me cold as ice
when I try to talk to you
you got me going crazy...

I should have known it was too easy
the way you fell into my arms
blew against me like a breeze
and like the breeze you was gone
you got me going crazy...
Track Name: WSP 185 Hand to Hold [band practice]
oh sweet sister won't you be my morning
wanna be you comrade, don't want to be your informant
you and I are lovers baby
but that don't mean we can't be friends
I want your hand to hold
I aint asking for your hand to wed

don't wanna be your mister, wanna be your homey
saving all of my kisses for you and you only
we can take a stroll
we don't have to know what's coming around the bend
I want your hand to hold
I aint asking for your hand to wed

I know where you see yourself in the future
because you showed me
I know you think I'm super dooper
but it wasn't me you was holding
I wanna feed your campfire
don't want to be your white-picket fence
I want your hand to hold
I aint asking for your hand to wed
Track Name: WSP 186 Ha [band practice]
I got some bucks in my pocket a gut full of blues
churning in my stomach, in my heart, in my shoes
burning in my mouth like a stubborn dying tooth

I been searching every corner bar
for good time to ignite this
lonely lonely carcass
moping round lame and lifeless
oh me oh my man the irony is priceless
the cure of my blues is the cause of them too

hey hey hey ha ha ha hee hee hee
if god has got a sense of humor the joke is on me

do what I want, I got style, I got grace
so gracefully falling down on my face
it aint cool it aint good but it's o.k.
I'll get on up out this rut someday

I get stuck, I get stumped, I get carried away
stuck in all the in betweens that aint got no names
caught up in the bramble, stranded in the rain
I keep on writing rambling songs
but I aint going no place

self medicated, frustrated and jaded
so lonely lonely lonely getting fucked up and faded
there's so many girls in the bar tonight for a change
but my words keep getting slurred
as they make their way out my face

I aint known a woman's touch now for so many days
I've reached the born-again-virgin stage
of not getting laid
I know what to say and I know what to do
but I'm too messed up to get up and make a move
Track Name: WSP 190 Money Pu$$y Weed
money, pussy and weed
three of my favorite things
getting laid getting paid
getting higher than space
two out of three aint bad
honey please hand me that grass

watching you undress
feeling blessed
I'm on my knees taking in the scene
like it's my one and only breath
happy as can be
sated and free

money don't buy love
but money buys time
and time can be spent
making love
and doing other fun stuff
the holy trinity
money, pussy and weed
Track Name: WSP 191 Silent Night Conquers the Martians
silent night, holy night
purple dome, approaching light
golden pink glorious crown
pouring splendor on centuries down
songs of heavenly peace
sweet songs of heavenly peace

silent night, holy night
all is calm, all is quiet
softly listens the wondering air
holy infant with clustering hair
sleep in heavenly peace
sleep in heavenly peace

silent night, holy night
all is one, love's pure light
radiant beams from thy heavenly face
speaking the knowledge of abundant grace
songs of heavenly peace
sweet songs of heavenly peace
Track Name: WSP 192 Ouroboros
hope is a skill much like any other
practice don't make perfect, it just makes
a problem comes loaded with solutions
love aint nothing but the total absence of hate

prayer goes up in myriad variation
in drink, in dance, in casual conversation
in each other's dream we sew our hopeful schemes
tail of the river, mouth of the sea
open circuit of mud and brine

those we've lost, the ones who've left us
here in our thoughts, in the air electric
in each other's dream we feed our hopeful schemes
one unit, cool and complete
in the wake of the second line

even though it's dark times in the kingdom
love and light ruled so hard tonight
Track Name: WSP 193 Flutter and Wow
I bent my head to the stream and I fed
a feast of electric blue light
my consciousness is mine to remix
and tune however I like
flashing on, sine wave of the time

grab me some cloud when I want to sit down
to ease the ache of body and mind
aint nobody's business how you get your kicks
no one can walk in the shoes you drive
stepping hard, big and bright

flutter and wow, here and now
phase shift of the infinite ride
static and hiss, the rub, the twist
color the tape as it winds
over and on, wound up tight
Track Name: WSP 194 Little Everything
you win some, you win none
you have fun, you had fun
you're undone, you're a whole one
little everything

you feel bad, you feel good
you ought to, you should
you're the real thing, you're a ghost dream
little everything

we all haunt the same grand hall
one by one peel like paint from these walls

you're hot babe, you're a cold doll
your glass eyes seen it all
you're a dust spec, you're the whole mess
little everything

we are pulled from the same dirt root
bones and fur, teeth deep in the fruit

you unwind, you rewind
you playback, you divine
you build sense, you hop fence
little everything
Track Name: WSP 196 The Move
there's a low mean light thrown down by the moon
pushing through this chilly, love-less room
it's a hard line, the kind that don't cut no groove
stone cold sober and bored to death
I watch the candle flicker, take another breath
both feet on the breaks, dead weight still on the move

don't know what you're made of till you get took apart
fingernails and bootprints in every vital part
it's a soft life, that's just salt in the wound
don't take it so hard, this too shall pass
just like the good times, don't nothing last
the plot tends to twist when the story-line forgets to move

fixed to a point, a ground for every wire
parameters surround every kind of fire
it's my own hands that done most the damage, it's true
both feet lift off for a fraction of a sec
when you walk with purpose and some bounce in your step
you dance till you don't, that's the move
Track Name: WSP 197 The Long While [remix]
for the first time in a long while
feeling good, feeling alright
it's bound to pass and I don't mind

I was counting my blessings
when I bent all my fingers and toes
no more guessing, I'm in the know

sometimes my minds eye fix on a stink vibe
sometimes I don't see further than my nose
I forget that I am where my attention goes

I been walking the straight and narrow
loose and wide, high and low
don't matter where or how
get on the go

for the first time in a long while
I'm feeling good, feeling alright
it's bound to pass and I don't mind
Track Name: WSP 198 Always On [remix]
it was the best of times
it was the worst I can remember
if I stretch my mind
I can touch a sweet surrender
in the tender spots
of my harshest season
time is always on

well money spent
on libations a plenty
we wrecked our heads
we swallowed every penny
full bellies swoll on treasure
and heavy metal song
time is always on

body on our tongue
we ate alley mulberries
the setting sun throwing color at the LSD
that low sweet rung
we swung from like a tire swing
time is always on