Weekly Song Post v3

by Jonathan Burks

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released July 4, 2017

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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 201 Lower Coast
headed down south I've got some time and money to burn
I'm gonna dip down and get a bit further from her
the women around here are cold, I'm going where it never snow
need a sea change I'm dropping to that lower coast

I'm from the midwest, got a pinched nose on my drawl
within three days I'll be talking like all of ya'll
I'm going to get that Southern gait in my stride
I got a Southern woman on my mind

it's been many years, been many moons
I'm still kicking round that sun cooked image of you
on a beach in the southeast of my youth
I was wilder then, so were you

it's been a long time I know that you're not around
still I'm gonna breeze thru a couple of our favorite haunts
gonna ghost when I seen all I care to see
just like I did you, like she did me

I'm going down south I got my tail between my legs
I'm gonna cut off my beard and try on a different face
the women round here are cold, I'm going where it never snow
I need a sea change, I'm dropping to that lower coast
Track Name: WSP 202 Mrs. Mitty
a lot of people hem and haw
not my girl, she get her point across
a real go getter, she got wants and needs
a hot potato, she a real hum ding
hard headed women, she don't kowtow
she might bend over but she don't beg or bow

she cut a fine figure when she switch and toss
it's like the ocean moving in me when she walks
she don't complain, she don't 'aw shucks'
a bird of prey, she don't quack or cluck
she knows me bad, she knows me good
she don't try and save me, she don't aught or should
Track Name: WSP 203 Shadow of Light
echo of the savage call
all caps wet on the wall
moonlight like fruit on the branch
the backend of a second chance

sometimes the rub don't spark no fire, uh huh
what's done is done and it aint yet begun, say what?

ad hoc pile of meat and nails
the brute force of a billion fails
toy gears spit and whine
serving up the ol' bump and grind

rub a dub dub and then some, uh huh
what's done is done and that aint no fun, ha ha

loose threads in the rope-a-dope
sewn up with a stick and poke
stone cold fist of truth
all up in the face of proof
Track Name: WSP 204 Punching Trees [rough mix]
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
010 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
Track Name: WSP 205 Holding Pattern [rough mix]
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 206 Exit Strategy [rough mix]
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 207 Tool [rough mix]
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 208 human MIND
before I was born, I never existed
now I'm around, aint that a trip
and when I'm gone I won't know what I'm missing
it's a strange time, when you got a human mind

jump the shark or make like a fish
gotta get across, cuz that's where it is
there's always a path there aint always a bridge
it's a wed ride, when you got a human mind

a chord is struck, the die is cast
love and luck spill and splash
it's quite the show if you can catch it going past
it's a swinging vine, when you got a human mind

red foot blue foot, alchemic twist
cosmic Jenga, whoops there it is
when the cookie crumbles honey it tumbles quick
it's a crush and grind, when you got a human mind
Track Name: WSP 209 The Soft Math
you've got to ask the right questions
showing up is half the math of the equation
electrify the rules
you do you
ride that path like a ripcord

the blade is in the blue
twist it good, drink the color of the day
null test zero proof
this is all there is
check the math sweet jubilation

you've got to ask the right questions
why oh why in every variation
grab a fistful of truth
you are the map, there is no destination

forever gone forever you
forever push and shove
a strangers arm around your shoulder

null test zero proof
this is all there is check the math sweet jubilation
Track Name: WSP 210 Horns Up
I don't want to philosophize or pick at the bone
I just want to rock and roll
don't want to classify or dig a hole
I just want to rock and roll

don't want to think, can't get no peace
worried all the time
breaking neath the weight of a heavy mind

I don't want to analyze the contents of my soul
I just want to rock and roll
I don't want to moralize or take control
I just want to rock and roll

I'm broke but I aint spent
got some kick in me yet
and a thing or two I'd like to do

I don't want to criticize or bitch and moan
I just want to rock and roll
I aint living for anything but the rhythm and the code
long live rock and roll

I don't want to think, can't get no peace
worried all the time
breaking neath the weight of a heavy mind
Track Name: WSP 211 Springtime in WI
got my guit-box slung up on my shoulder
and a bottle of wine in a paper bag strolling
to the park gonna let my heart feast
on all the brown things turning green all around me

I'm looking good and I'm feeling even better
sandals is my boots and the sun is my sweater
it's springtime in WI hallelujah amen

in the midwest we undress when trees put on flesh
when birds and bees sweeten the nest with bits of nourishment
it's encouraging, self esteem flourishing
shameless flirting with the practically shirtless

you're looking good baby I want to get to know you better
and if it gets breezy I wanna be your sweater
it's springtime in WI hallelujah amen

feeling easy like Sunday morning
sunshine or thunder storming

winter's gone and summers on it's way
and then comes fall my favorite season of them all
I'm making my way thru the moment today
taking in this springalicous Wisconsin day

I'm looking good and I'm feeling even better
sandals is my boots and the sun is my sweater
it's springtime in WI hallelujah amen
Track Name: WSP 215 Nothing Oh Nothing
it's a good and short con, pawn to king four
a simplified playbook, that's complexity well informed
by hook or crook, by tooth and nail
a win aint nothing but the lump sum of every fail

time oh time slipping away
me and nothing getting closer every day

math and creation intersect
in ways and places we aint discovered yet
I am where I'm going, where I'm getting to
we aint nothing but the shadow of a light that's passing through

everyone got their own version of truth
a way to think about love and how to do
by hook or crook, by tooth and nail
you can be the handle or the hole in the pail

time oh time slipping away
me and nothing getting closer everyday
nothing oh nothing getting closer everyday
Track Name: WSP 216 A Game
shifting of balance from left to right
from right to left, forever all the time
you can't loose when the game is to give
easier said than done
but possible, yes it is

attention is a lens, a bucket, a device
a blade that cuts any which way
depending how you slice and dice
you can't loose when the game is to give
every moment is an opening, get it in

go first be a quick friend spark a little light
wanna see something different?
put it in your sight
you can't loose when the game is to give
everything's always happening, yes it is
Track Name: WSP 217 Year of the Fulcrum Pivot
it was the Year of the Fulcrum Pivot
his dance moves were blocks of rust
she stepped on his toes till feet flowed
they sailed off fit to bust

he wasn't big on games of chance
cautiously he threw down on black
she bet on red, she lit up his head
he pushed in his entire stack

so close, so far away
the word sits dumb on the tip of a tongue
in a mouth that's too proud to pray

it was the Year of the Fulcrum Pivot
she took his rough farmer hand
into the world like a flag unfurled
she was the cloth of his thought, his breath

so close, so far away
the word sits dumb on the tip of a tongue
in a head that don't know how to pray
Track Name: WSP 218 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

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 219 Motivational Blues [rough mix]
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 220 Off the Stone [rough mix]
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

roll away the moss
motion shakes off debris
everything you lost
is something that you don't need
sometimes getting crushed
is just getting free

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 221 Paid [rough mix]
Paid

piss and moan don't get nothing grown
aint no way around the work
I'm up to my teeth in foiled schemes
keeping my mouth free of dirt

two steps back aint nothing jack
but a running start
9 to 5's getting me by
while I 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 222 Reboot [rough mix]
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 223 Uppercut [rough mix]
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 224 Wild Great Picture Show
sweet little pearl of light
dropping in off of heaven bright
here from the edge of the unknown
welcome to the wild great picture show

bundle of proof that love exists
one plus one and there you is
can't wait to see how you get grown
welcome to the wild great picture show

you're the best parts of your dad and mom
you righteous mix tape, you little best of comp
you're the only you we've ever known
welcome to the wild great picture show

outside sweetie it's a nasty game
in between it and your little frame
are heads and hearts to shield you from the row
aint nothing as crazy as the wild great picture show

swirl of star stuff, little building block
show this old world just what you got
don't believe everything you know
and welcome to the wild great picture show
Track Name: WSP 226 Holding Pattern [live at Circle A]
lately my mouth don't do nothing but whine
need to sharpen the edge 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 got some give
what slips through the cracks parts for the fin
flash in the pan evaporate quick
it's the grease on the grill that makes the fire stick
Track Name: WSP_0227_Live for the Song [live at Circle A]
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 228 Self Talk
get up or stay down
you do or you don't aint no middle ground

keep on or quit
that's the only choice there is

cash out or double down
you can only rule the day till tomorrow comes round

get up, move something
hard work is itself a means to an end

what others do, what others don't
aint your business, mind your own

grab the fire, feel the burn
sometimes the gain is just how it's earned

I'm grateful for what I got
it's all I need, aint that a lot?

I got plans, I got goals
present tense is where it all unfolds

giving up is the only sin
if you loose the day, night is yours to win
Track Name: WSP 229 Beta Blues
better bet on yourself, don't let no one tell you how to do
people love to pin you in the limits of their little view
the future is an unknown can't nobody say no sooth

you gotta be a skeptic but don't let it rhyme with excuse
it's hard work finding the good sometimes aint that the truth
there's a lot you can't change but something's always up to you

you don't get what you want, you get what you get
if your minds locked down you won't see no openings
aint nothing for certain, many ways of getting it

cut your own path, build a home to house your highest truth
there's a lot you can't change, other stuff is up to you
what you see is what you get, better reinvent your point of view

pivot or press on, iterate out them beta blues
that legacy frame aint no longer serving you
version on up, get on that you point two
Track Name: WSP 232 Light It Up [live at Circle A]
42 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 233 Go It Alone
I’m walking, I’m drifting, I’m free
Like bits of weave tumbling city street
Aint nothing as clean as the dust
I’m kicking up, disturbed and unstuck

It’s no good to go it alone
That’s just a hardwired fact of the code
That DNA graffiti of old
Sketched deep in the walls of our soul

I aint missing as much as I can
Rabbit ears tuned hot on the scent
Them satellite pupils redact
There stands the darkness taken aback

Well it’s no good to go it alone
So they say, don’t cha know
I’m reaching out the meat of my soul
Shaking hand and getting to know

The cold arms of forever the squeeze
Every you, every me

There’s joy in the absence of proof
Between the lines of every me and you
The fork in the eye of the road
Between getting there and where you go

It’s no good to go it alone
That’s just a hardwired fact of the code
That DNA graffiti of old
Sketched deep in the walls of our soul
Track Name: WSP 234 Holding Pattern [live at Linneman's]
lately my mouth don't do nothing but whine
need to sharpen the edge 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 got some give
what slips through the cracks parts for the fin
flash in the pan evaporate quick
it's the grease on the grill that makes the fire stick
Track Name: WSP 235 Getting Low [live at Linneman's]
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 236 Job Song
let me keep my dignity
I’ll give you my time
an honest day for honest pay
shouldn’t be this hard to find

it ain’t the task that’s hard to do
but all the loops you have to punch through
can’t just do a thing and go home
you have to beg for that bone

you need them more than they need you
that simple math ain’t so hard to do
upper hand and a bottom line
the monkey in the middle is you

let me keep my dignity
I’ll give you my time
an honest day for honest pay
shouldn’t be this hard to find

40 hours don’t buy a lot
better get a roommate or a second job
in a neighborhood where you might get shot
still just scraping by

got insurance but can’t get sick
deductible’s about 10 months rent
chewed up tongue and a battered spine
walking that company line

let me keep my dignity
I’ll give you my time
an honest day for honest pay
shouldn’t be this hard to find
Track Name: WSP 237 In My Head
In my head, on my mind
where you're at most of the time
the only me you can stand
the one you see in my head

in my head where I creep
watching you while you sleep
pure and golden in the honey dawn
like a line from someone else's song

a common ghost, the ageless haunt
the empty house, the telltale heart
pulled up floorboards, fist-hole drywall
you flood and breath through every portal

In my head is where I'm at
I tend to stay where I get you back
the only you I get to see
the only happy I'll ever be
Track Name: WSP 239 Do It More
rocked out at the corner bar
jamming with the band last night
and we did alright
wanna do it more, wanna do it more

high as a kite on song and dance
forgot my troubles had a blast all night
and it was all right
wanna do it more, wanna do it more

once upon a time a woman, so fine, she was mine
it ain’t no lie
I did alright
wanna do it more, wanna do it more

then again lonely ain’t so bad to be
no heartache, no headache
living easy and free
wanna do it more, wanna do it more

playing and flirting, finding and searching
waking and disturbing every quiet inbetween

did my self a good deed the other day helping out a friend
funny thing was it felt pretty good
we both benefited in the end
I want to do it more, wanna do it more

a stranger did me kindly when luck was not my friend
so much of the time people suck
but we come through for each other in the end
wanna do it more, wanna do it more

give me more faith and more trust, more street sense
make me tough enough to use all the tools
you need to get by in this life

raise a glass, lend a hand
let’s celebrate, don’t nothing last alright
little bits of bright
in the endless night
in the endless night

waking and breathing feels so good this evening
I'm aching and seething with being and it feels so cool
wanna do it more, wanna do it more

give me more struggle and more gain
more love and more pain
give me more and more and more and more and more
Track Name: WSP 240 Moth Song
there's a moth trying hard to navigate but it's dark
and the only thing open's a flame
well it's sharp and it's mean but it's giving heat
and that's where he's gonna blaze
he'll burn till he's gone, like a shadow on the lawn
till the sun strip him away
in a hot whiff of ether he'll sing himself to sleep
and get up and do it again

my mind spies a young man with no kind of plan
drinking in an alleyway
in a good ol' lake town on midwestern ground
where the tribes used to gather and trade
he's feeling quite small, like there's no point at all
don't every thing get taken away
so stupid and sweet, lazily dreaming
drunk in an alleyway

now when he moves his mouth don't nothing come out
but another tired country cliche
with a dog long dead and no wife in his bed
he figures he'll move away
the years pass by and his shoes they fly
but his feet can't find their place
like a moth to the flame
every fall from grace ends the same
Track Name: WSP 241 Lower Bound
an old guitar is a thing of beauty
I wonder how many hands this body’s known
how many sat in this folding chair before me
trying to get some kind of hold

I’m down and lower bound

here it comes that not-feeling feeling
suddenly everywhere always
a torn and forever comfortless tapestry
an endless chorus of relentless told-you-so‘s

how do I remember when I’m in a fail-brain mode
what my good side seems to always know
nothing lasts, it aint personal
you’re never really suffering alone
Track Name: WSP 244 A Single Prayer
WSP_0244_A Single Prayer


(A) (D)
If I die tomorrow, tonight let me get some
(A) (D)
don’t let e walk out this world alone and untouched
(E) (D)
I’m not the one you want
(E) (D) (C) (E)
this is the only frame of reference we got



I fall in a little in love with most women I meet
it don’t take a whole lot of wind to disturb my feet
you’re not the only one I want
This is the only frame of reference we got



too stubborn to settle, too old for chasing around
it’s been awhile but I think I can pick up what you’re setting down
for comfort and company I could be of use
let me be your tall drink of nothing but something to do
Track Name: WSP 246 Hard Up
(G) (Em)
hard up, aint had no loving in days
in weeks, in months, it’s making blue my brains
can I see your mercy? I’m your charity case
won’t you front or back some loving my way?
(A) (C)
too broke to give you no line


I never been too proud to beg, nope
on my knees, your pity is my hope
I won’t never be yours always
you can rest easy on the things I say
too dumb to tell you no lies


full grown man I got a steady hand
been in this skin long enough to know what I am
don’t want no woman to be mine always
it’s a long lonely night, I’m just trying to get laid
alright then, some other time
Track Name: WSP 249 Omega Point
A.

Plurality

The profoundly ' atomic ' l character of the universe is visible in
everyday experience, in raindrops and grains of sand, in the hosts
of the living, and the multitude of stars ; even in the ashes of the
dead. Man has needed neither microscope nor electronic analysis
in order to suspect that he lives surrounded by and resting on dust.
But to count the grains and describe them, all the patient craft of
modern science was necessary. The atoms of Epicurus were mert
and indivisible. And the infinitesimal worlds of Pascal could still
possess their animalcules. Today we have gone far beyond such
instinctive or inspired guesswork bodi in certainty and precision.
The scaling down is unlimited. Like die tiny diatom shells whose
markings, however magnified, change almost indefinitely into
new patterns, so each particle of matter, ever smaller and smaller,
under the physicist's analysis tends to reduce itself into some-
thing yet more finely granulated. And at each new step in
this progressive approach to the infinitely small the whole
configuration of the world is for a moment blurred and then
renewed.

The Phenomenon of Man by Pierre Teilhard
Track Name: WSP 251 Be Nice
Be Nice

I got a real even disposition
when I aint flying off this way or that
I'm prone to stay on the handle
but sometimes I forget

be nice
don't be a dick
it aint complicated 
don't make it

I got a solid fix on my position
I think therefore I know
served up with a side of suspicion
that, that aint quite how it goes

ch.

go ahead now, be a winner
take what you can get
beg, steal or borrow
do what you got to but don't forget

 ch. 
Track Name: WSP 252 Game Over
got more baggage than a train got freight
there’s a knifey hobo knocking round the corners of my brain
got a deep cut, don’t stitch me up,
bugs and black stuff crawling out my guts
one for the money, two for the whooooo
can’t hold my liquor but I can hold my shrooms
fungi or two help me work out the proof
solid math from the floor to the roof


you get to live till you die, that’s it nice try


they say people look like they’re dog
I’m holding ghost leash, walking monologue
talking to my self about mental health
‘I think we’re going to be ok’
I have my doubts
it’s one for the fun of it, to decorate time
three four the rhyme
getting things done
captain obvious pun
don’t take me yet lord I only just begun
Track Name: WSP 253 Let the Right One In
we live what we sin, let the right one in
we are where we been

legs of mice and men carry what they can
gotta git where you get

surfs up young Sidhartha
party starts with or without ya

strange times indeed, you are what you need
we grow what we feed

backs of mice and men crack the same in the end
heavy feet descend

the Mike Tysons and Jesus Christers
pulling blood and buying tigers

grab your next of kin, the valley floods that's it
let the right one in

surface level's the fin, we are where we been
we swim where we're in

heart of darkness sits on it's haunches
we can't help but poke and taunt it
Track Name: WSP 254 Through Line
everyone knows that live ain't fair
sometimes it seems there ain't no rhyme
or reason to the heavy handed
random handing out of sad shit

it's a cruel and stupid world
chuck full of fear and hurt
the only truth in the end is
we all do some suffering

it's a good and perfect world
that gave us her
sometimes the game is not to win
but to se the thing through to the end

it's a cold and common hurt
everywhere like dirt
the thing that unites us in the end
is the through line of our suffering
Track Name: WSP 255 Country Western Song
when it rains it pours
and when it pours it drowns
if you ain't got the leverage
to reach no higher ground
she stepped up and left me
now everything's gone wrong
I feel like I'm stuck in a country-western song

I don't blame her none
her reasoning was sound
if I seen the view from her shoes
I wouldn't of stuck around
her timing it was awful
since she struck the gong
I feel like I'm stuck in a country-western song

play this record backwards
give me back my truck, my dog
I feel like I'm stuck in a country-western song

doing that sideways spiral shuffle
my feet can't find the ground
she was just the tip
of the tornado touching down
there's been no kind of cam
since she said so long
I feel like I'm stuck in a country-western song
Track Name: WSP 256 Off the Stone
one grain at a time
lifting weight from the stone
giving up to the wind 
what ain't mine to hold
can't tip the slope of the hill
got to lessen the load

tectonic plates
ain't got nothing on me
rearranging my face
grinding glacially 
where I'm at right now
ain't where I'm going to be

roll away the moss
motion shakes off debris
everything you lost
is something that you don't need
sometimes getting crushed
is just getting free

every step of the way
every bend of the fold
I'm breaking skin
crawling out of my mold
I ain't the same as I was before
what I am right now 
tomorrow won't be no more
Track Name: WSP 257 Holding Pattern
lately my mouth don't do nothing but whine
need to sharpen the edge 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, separating 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 got some give
what slips through the cracks parts for the fin
flash in the pan evaporate quick
it's the grease on the grill that makes the fire stick
Track Name: WSP 258 Paid
two steps back aint nothing jack
but a running start
9 to 5's getting me by
while I 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 259 The Lean
I ain't wasting no more time
made up my mind
busting loose, breaking thru
that’s what I been up to

it takes all kinds she said
be one of them
it’s hard to find your way
that’s how the game gets played

I been loosing for so long
I assumed it was on and on
now victory is on the wind
and I’m leaning in

ride the lighting or put it down
electrify or find a ground
fortune favors the bold
go big or go home

I been loosing for so long
I knew it was on and on
now there’s a win above my chin
and I’m leaning in
Track Name: WSP 261 You Always
you weren’t my first, you weren’t my last
you weren’t the crown jewel of my checkered past
still your memory is slow to fade
I will miss you always

I don’t do shoulda coulda beens
if thens don’t mess with my head
I know everything’s in its place
still I miss you always

we did the things you do
when in the throes of youth
you were the one a time or two
and I will miss you always
Track Name: WSP 263 Let the Right One In
we are what we sin
let the right one in
we live where we been

legs of mice and men
carry what they can
gotta git where you get

surfs up young Sidhartha
party starts with or without ya

strange times indeed
you are what you need
we grow what we feed

backs of mice and men
crack the same in the end
heavy feet descend

the Mike Tysons and Jesus Christers
pulling blood and buying tigers

grab your next of kin
the valley floods that's it
let the right one in

surface level's the fin
we swim where we're in
you see what you get

heart of darkness there on it's haunches
selfie stick, let’s poke and taunt it

mouthful of sharks and sheep
no teeth in our dreams
no peace in our sleep

hearts of mice and men
sound the same in the end
let the right one in
Track Name: WSP 265 Working Man
sweeping up, stacking cans
I'm a mack with the pallet jack
piss in a cup just to break my back
yep, I'm a working man

should of studied harder
should of learned some code
but I took a different road
now I got no skills nobody needs
so it seems so I'm told

now I'm doing this and that on my knees
I aint in no cage, aint exactly free

show up on time I don't complain
that aint how I was trained
do as I'm told, know my place
that's just how I was raised

what do I get for my loyalty
just enough to get by, not enough to leave

get on your hustle, hold on tight
probably gonna get worse before it gets alright

sweeping up, stacking cans
I'm a mack with the pallet jack
piss in a cup just to break my back
yep, I'm a working man
Track Name: WSP 262 Local Maxima
aint no cure for how I am
my body's built for leaving
my people came from foreign lands
my place is not for keeping

full red moon horizon bound
to a world that's sinking
I'm not wed to land or cloud
that aint what I'm seeking

tomorrow's shroud thru exit torn
goodby is formed of friction
distance pulls its center home
I am owned completely
Track Name: WSP 266 Box of Sentimental Items
thumbing thru the choices and the noise that I made
in the naive bliss of my younger days
those we're mixed up times
every fence was wet with paint

reading old letters that I never sent
all coffee stains, ashes and regret
some kinds of folds
time just don't unbend

no kind of good judgment in there to be found
I profaned every inch of secular and holy ground

I picked up the pieces
I got lucky, I moved on
and crashed it all, repeat and on and on
dumb luck only favors dummies for so long

no kind of good judgment in there to find
I taking away a lesson or two and leaving the rest behind

swept up the goodness
up the sweetness I been shown
it's with me now everywhere I go
etched in the rings cross what's been clear cut from my soul
Track Name: WSP 264 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 267 The Last Sky Hook
bits of bright
off and on like a neon sign
firefly stapled to your sight
you caught a bad vibe
a hot wind pulls your navel kite
find a ground
lightening's bound to strike

crystal ball
it don't roll to far or wide
most times the crash tells more than the ride
broken glass has more edges
to catch the light
them's the breaks
get sharp or get left behind

sign of the times
beaming out satellite shaped eyes
you caught the flood
and hung it on the highest five (you could find)
they're throwing shade but you aint catching nothing
that's right, be the ground
let lay what doesn't fly