Weekly Song Project v1

by Jonathan Burks

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you've got to write like a MF everyday you gotta bend that pen until it bleed your pain the muse don't dance if you don't make it rain you've gotta write like a mother-front-door everyday gather my tools and I set me down get down to business when I mess around extend my digits, move my mouth push and pull words and chords til something shakes out you've got to write like open-back-door everyday you've got to bend that pen until it bleed your pain can't grow no crops if you don't catch the rain you got to write like a mooger-fooger everyday honing my craft and paying my dues I work my 9 to 5 and my five to nine too no rest for the wicked, I must be raising hell good god I need some water send the bucket to the well you gotta write like a mutha-ducka everyday you've got to bend that pen til it bleeds your pain aint no shortcuts, it's a long walk through the rain you gotta write like a mmmmmmrrrrrrrrrr everyday couldn't catch a hook if it was stuck in my thumb I get so dang lonely when the songs don't come guess I'll have to motivate and get at them grease up my elbows, dig the rut into a trench you've gotta write like a fudder-rucker every day you got to bend that pen until it bleed your pain the muse don't dance if you don't make it rain you gotta write like a open-front-door everyday
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know regret is just a waste of breath but self-pity has got me wishing I could change the past don't know what you got till it's gone I really hate that cliche it keeps on punching me in my face as we stumble down the after-bar streets drunken angels arm in arm shout to the sun coming up 'here we are and there we go again' you throw your head back and laugh nostalgia's a wicked drug helps you cling to broken love keeps you thinking about the way things used to be if I don't watch myself I drift to 3 a.m. Riverwest porch-steps where I'm throwing rocks up at your window credits
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we be making all the species wet from this solar system all the way to the next and if it gets lonely on the RCS our holodeck is the best from the Dog Star to the Delta Quadrant hips on the axis in the orbit revolving tantric sexing up above talking about that alien love it's true earth girls are the best still I like to keep an open door on my head so when I'm out and about on the RCS dig them space chicks green purple and red I don't mind freaky sex ritual rights we can foreplay for forty days and forty nights now you know where the big bang came from talking about that alien love I like that alien love and those alien freaks I'll dig up all the dirt and make it work like Captain Kirk just wipe that smirk up off your face kid why you trying to bullshit on my spaceship it's hard to face it, I'm still wasted from the alien love I tasted when it's time for relaxation and rest we show those space ladies respect and them Pleiadians they treat you right they freak it dolphin style day and night but don't forget to put the condoms on cause space germs will make your stuff fall off to all the space jerks who player hate and such you don't know nothing about alien love
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when I was in South Carolina, took a boat trip across the water it was there that we saw some dolphins that were propagating the captain informed us that dolphins do three things they make love, they play and they eat I want to be a dolphin swimming in the sea nothing to do all day but make love play and eat I want to be a dolphin, yep that's the life for me goodbye human race, I'm heading off to sea because dolphins are mammals they have to breath air so when they are making love to be on the bottom just wouldn't be fair so when they are copulating, to keep one of them from suffocating another dolphin has to rotate em and that makes three some fools think humans are the most advanced race on the planet but how can that be? the way that dolphins live makes more sense to me you can keep the guns, racism, wars and even T.V. I'm putting on my scuba gear and heading out to sea
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I been snipped and clipped scolded and put down out the dog house, this old hound has got a leg up and how I'm hitting the ground running on all my remaining paws I'm moving on like a three legged dog packed up all of my things, dug up all my buried bones gnawed my way through the leash all my wounds are licked and sewn I can't say I'm healed but I aint sticking around I'm moving on like a three legged dog a dog don't know the limits that depress and impose he just carry on, he just follow his nose I might be blind but I know when I hit a wall I'm moving on like a three legged dog honey it's been real, all in all you done me alright I won't never be the same but the blame aint yours or mine hearts and limbs they surface severed in the fray, after all I'm moving on like a three legged dog a dog don't know the limits that depress and impose he just carry on, he just follow his nose I might be blind but I know when I hit a wall I'm moving on like a three legged dog
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lean in and close and tell me about your ex and the woman that he sees tell me about how you're moving on about him you don't much even think I can be a sounding board to bounce your thoughts off of if you need to let off steam I can feed your brainstorm or be your trampoline the spare part that fits like a broken dream I don't make a good boyfriend so I'm told, so it seems still I think we could be friends I aint so bad in a pinch you'll see I know what it's like to want someone who don't want you I aint a stranger to that scene been around every corner of that town I been down most every single street I don't make a good boyfriend so I'm told, so it seems still I think we could be friends I aint so bad in a time of need
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just got back from vacay the other day did some tracking and played a bit along the way I met some real good folks and I'm ready to meet some more I got a taste of the road I know it aint all roses and sold out shows that's ok, basements and living rooms is how I roll I bit that gritty pie and I'm going to make it mine it's warm down in New Orleans this time of year I'm cold, so cold no matter the weather here the chill in my bones won't leave me alone since I got a taste of the road I'm hungry for a bit of what aint been before appetite's been whetted, will not be ignored I bit that salty brine and I'm going to make it mine
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your heart is always restless your feet they never touch the ground the truth is what you're avoiding your lost and you don't want to be found it's one, one for the money and two, two for the show your heart is good and golden but your soul is all rock n' roll you've been resting in the arms of a woman who wept for forty days and forty nights but aint no flood or mad amounts of love gonna get you clean tonight all your bridges are burning you sail upon a funeral pyre sure as your still moving your bound to be spreading fire
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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
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aint no women left to meet on these too familiar streets it's a mighty thin degree separating them from me over time I been around there's no one left to date in this town searching high and searching low for friendly faces I don't know mired in my old routine same old faces same old me tired of myself and my surrounds there's no one left to date in this town everybody knows your steeze when you where it on your sleave got a heart pinned to my shirt and a country song for every hurt don't nobody want you when you're down there's no one left to date in this town I messed up, I messed around there's no one left to date in this town
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put you in a purlple haze like Jimmy Hendrix bang your head when we present this music to cheer you up like Zoloft get your rock and roll on I got style like Jane got addiction strutting like a bum with a half pint of gin twisted open flowing like a jelly fish in the ocean chug chug chugging like locomotion play the straight deep and wide when I break on through to the other side aint no thang when I raid the public domain latch on a pop song like Hawkman to the prey tell me how it feels to be out on your own 'moss don't grow on a rolling stone' tell me how it feels to be so far from home 'oh blah dee, life goes on' it's that Brew Town rude sound underground like velvet or digital, Candy says we got the gravy like Musiwak still got a lock down on the basement scene when I'm not around, I hope ya'll gonna remember me Call Me Lightning, Temper Temper tantrum Bamm Bamm with a big stick this rock and roll anthem I know it's only rock and roll so sue me do what I do because it moves me I know it's only rock and roll but I like it.... you may think that I am from the South because I'm drawling but it's just the way I express myself when I'm talking I was born in Racine live in Milwaukee Lake Michigan's my heart word to your mommy get low and gnarly in club or basement party good people getting smashed like frogger on Atari catch me on the dark side of the moon throwing double rainbows riding pink elephants with my sidekick Donnie Darko shout out the Devil like heavy metal keep it on the level when I stir my kettle seems like the scum tend to rise to the top I aint trying to blow no bubbles I just want to make it POP like P-Funk meeets Johny Cash so mother-fucking country got burlap sacks for pants back woods and toothless on front porches smoking tiki torches burning and two cases of Blatz I don't know but I been told the streets of heaven are lined with gold aint that got a hollow ring? sounds like a rich man's dream to me the road goes on forever the party never ends no need to fear the reaper see you in Hell my friend relax for a minute forget your troubles for a bit this world is fucked up and we got to live in it
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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
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aint no women left to meet on these too familiar streets it's a mighty thin degree separating them from me over time I been around there's no one left to date in this town searching high and searching low for friendly faces I don't know mired in my old routine same old faces same old me tired of myself and my surrounds there's no one left to date in this town everybody knows your steeze when you where it on your sleave got a heart pinned to my shirt and a country song for every hurt don't nobody want you when you're down there's no one left to date in this town I messed up, I messed around there's no one left to date in this town
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I don't want to fall in love don't want to take flight just want to fall in bed with you tonight let me lie upon your floor a safe and distant shore a fleeting sea of company to keep your good ship warm I don't want to be a star to guide you great and far just a dim and low 20 watt bulb hanging where you are solo I sail on a thin and crooked rail heavy with freight and baggage dragging a ragged tail I'm paying for my sins and bucking up my chin I aint too blind to divine a sparkle in the din I wear no mask or crown there's no halo to be found upon this head, hollow and bereft of any holy gown if we can't be the light we can least try it on for size get and reflect a comfy fit wear it like a prize I don't want to fall in love don't want to take flight just want to fall in bed with you tonight hush them lips, dim the switch let's dissolve and slip I don't want to be the man of your dreams let me be your moonlight if I can't be the man of your dreams let me be your moonlight
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19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24 good lord good lord young girls young girls young girls young girls judge me if you can judge me if you must gonna get my kicks 'fore I'm dust to dust supple and agile eager to please I aint talking 'bout them hell, I'm talking 'bout me young girls young girls young girls young girls you rock my world you rock my world young girls young girls young girls young girls I aint that old you aint that young love is ageless honey fun is fun you got boy troubles let me tell you what you need a full grown man help you get unstuck young girls young girls young girls young girls you rock my world you rock my world young girls young girls young girls young girls
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I'm too slick for no click I'm a man who don't need no clan I got friends yes I do when they good you only need a few I aint lonely when I'm alone that aint nothing that's how I roll heartache, gonna get me some gonna tip the honey pot till I get stung I aint a cutter, aint a sadomasochist still I'm drawn to the cool blade of your kiss I can't hold back or leave it alone I was born to bleed that's how I roll I get mine, I have my fun when it comes to good times, I get the deed done there aint no place I'd rather be let me tell you what babe, between you and me there's a fire down below that's what I'm stuffed with that's how I roll
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19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24 good lord good lord young girls young girls young girls young girls judge me if you can judge me if you must gonna get my kicks 'fore I'm dust to dust supple and agile eager to please I aint talking 'bout them hell, I'm talking 'bout me young girls young girls young girls young girls you rock my world you rock my world young girls young girls young girls young girls I aint that old you aint that young love is ageless honey fun is fun you got boy troubles let me tell you what you need a full grown man help you get unstuck young girls young girls young girls young girls you rock my world you rock my world young girls young girls young girls young girls
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put you in a purlple haze like Jimmy Hendrix bang your head when we present this music to cheer you up like Zoloft get your rock and roll on I got style like Jane got addiction strutting like a bum with a half pint of gin twisted open flowing like a jelly fish in the ocean chug chug chugging like locomotion play the straight deep and wide when I break on through to the other side aint no thang when I raid the public domain latch on a pop song like Hawkman to the prey tell me how it feels to be out on your own 'moss don't grow on a rolling stone' tell me how it feels to be so far from home 'oh blah dee, life goes on' it's that Brew Town rude sound underground like velvet or digital, Candy says we got the gravy like Musiwak still got a lock down on the basement scene when I'm not around, I hope ya'll gonna remember me Call Me Lightning, Temper Temper tantrum Bamm Bamm with a big stick this rock and roll anthem I know it's only rock and roll so sue me do what I do because it moves me I know it's only rock and roll but I like it.... you may think that I am from the South because I'm drawling but it's just the way I express myself when I'm talking I was born in Racine live in Milwaukee Lake Michigan's my heart word to your mommy get low and gnarly in club or basement party good people getting smashed like frogger on Atari catch me on the dark side of the moon throwing double rainbows riding pink elephants with my sidekick Donnie Darko shout out the Devil like heavy metal keep it on the level when I stir my kettle seems like the scum tend to rise to the top I aint trying to blow no bubbles I just want to make it POP like P-Funk meeets Johny Cash so mother-fucking country got burlap sacks for pants back woods and toothless on front porches smoking tiki torches burning and two cases of Blatz I don't know but I been told the streets of heaven are lined with gold aint that got a hollow ring? sounds like a rich man's dream to me the road goes on forever the party never ends no need to fear the reaper see you in Hell my friend relax for a minute forget your troubles for a bit this world is fucked up and we got to live in it
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I don't want to fall in love don't want to take flight just want to fall in bed with you tonight let me lie upon your floor a safe and distant shore a fleeting sea of company to keep your good ship warm I don't want to be a star to guide you great and far just a dim and low 20 watt bulb hanging where you are solo I sail on a thin and crooked rail heavy with freight and baggage dragging a ragged tail I'm paying for my sins and bucking up my chin I aint too blind to divine a sparkle in the din I wear no mask or crown there's no halo to be found upon this head, hollow and bereft of any holy gown if we can't be the light we can least try it on for size get and reflect a comfy fit wear it like a prize I don't want to fall in love don't want to take flight just want to fall in bed with you tonight hush them lips, dim the switch let's dissolve and slip I don't want to be the man of your dreams let me be your moonlight if I can't be the man of your dreams let me be your moonlight
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sitting on a duffle bag waiting on a train wondering if heaven's really up there above the rain looking at a puddle feeling like it knows my shame I stepped in the mud I got only me to blame looking out the window can't see past my face broken lines and severed ties put the truth in frame it aint a pretty picture it's not the one I want to paint I want to say you done me wrong but I only got me to blame quiet towns pass on by slumbering with ease lonely streetlights fight the good fight pushing back the brink it looks like their loosing and I'm looking the same I can't condemn the darkness I got only me to blame buried in motion knee deep in the wave when you're low and heavy gravity's such a drag I don't mind the fall from grace but it just seems I'm falling in place everywhere I put my feet I got only me to blame
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they say that the end is nigh well I hope that them Mayans is right I'm going to buck up and join in the fray man I can't wait for Judgment Day when the Jesus he come down from the sky and sees his name aint been used right he gonna put them cornball blasphemers in they place I can't wait for Judgment Day if there is a vengeful god above I'm praying with all of my love bring down the curtain and cane man I can't wait for Judgment Day
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you've got to write like a MF everyday you gotta bend that pen until it bleed your pain the muse don't dance if you don't make it rain you've gotta write like a mother-front-door everyday gather my tools and I set me down get down to business when I mess around extend my digits, move my mouth push and pull words and chords til something shakes out you've got to write like open-back-door everyday you've got to bend that pen until it bleed your pain can't grow no crops if you don't catch the rain you got to write like a mooger-fooger everyday honing my craft and paying my dues I work my 9 to 5 and my five to nine too no rest for the wicked, I must be raising hell good god I need some water send the bucket to the well you gotta write like a mutha-ducka everyday you've got to bend that pen til it bleeds your pain aint no shortcuts, it's a long walk through the rain you gotta write like a mmmmmmrrrrrrrrrr everyday couldn't catch a hook if it was stuck in my thumb I get so dang lonely when the songs don't come guess I'll have to motivate and get at them grease up my elbows, dig the rut into a trench you've gotta write like a fudder-rucker every day you got to bend that pen until it bleed your pain the muse don't dance if you don't make it rain you gotta write like a open-front-door everyday
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ever since I was a child I felt outside of the crowd like something in me just don't fit in but when you look at me like you do everything clicks so true I've got a feeling for you my skin has gotten thick brushes with love have toughened it I'm not one to breakdown blush or swoon but when you step into the place all my blood hits my face I've got a feeling for you been a while since I got nothing 'cept a lonely nagging notion so blue caught up in a swell of raw emotion I'm swimming in something good and new I get carried away by the pull and sway of the rhythm, of the frequency that's you I can't help it if I loose my cool please forgive this romantic fool I've got a feeling for you credits
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all of my ex-girlfriends are getting married or about to, at least so it seems I can honestly say I'm happy for them and I'm glad that they aint marrying me all of my friends are having babies putting down roots, growing up the family tree I can honesty say I'm happy for them and someday lord I hope the same for me it's a long low lonesome sidewalk I find my toes stepping upon I'm growing on the sides and in the cracks of it towards the light lord, up thru the floor stage is my home, road is my oxygen song is the atom that constructs my world if I'm on the wrong path I don't intend to get off of it gonna see how that horizon unfurls
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I try to keep my mind on the sunny side of the street but my feet they creep can't seem to keep my tracks on a solid path toes grabbing nothing but sand hand full of slivers, shiver me timbers pull that schtick, bust a gut until it heave ho a ragged melody wearing out my body dressing up the blues stomping out that heartache wearing out my dancing shoes I got a thin frame but it hold a thick vein my heart is large even though it aint always in charge to tell the truth I'm a red hot mess a piece of work, a work in progress anxiety ridden alcoholic depressive my resume's impressive off as a box of frogs, I ams what I am chockfull of faulty wiring and glitches in the program birds of a feather form cozy formations I'm flying solo got a futzy inner magnet flight path erratic, head full of static this is the only life, grab it we are corpses projecting from the grave we get one trip around the flame until we hit that light and say goodnight I can smell my wings singe every time I wave goodbye
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when your heart is dumb and broken and there's no words that can spoke the wheels of thought spinning round your mind there's a hollow ache that takes the place of feeling anything at all except the wall in-between you and me I've made mistakes before, lord knows my bed is made upon the floor I've never known any other way to sleep I pray someday I'll learn to lay no more upon bales of hay sheltered by this wall around me yes I miss ya, I'll never kiss you again not ever in this life you would think that I'd get used to this shade of deep blue but it just keeps getting darker every night a chance was took and it got got that yellow dog had to be shot I know it but still I can't stop these tears my only fear is that I'll never grow thumbs to climb, breath to blow down this wall around me I suppose the sun it does tend to shine another love will light my sky if I'm blessed to see another day them cosmic gears they grunt and grind what is just is, I'll get by aint no roof on the walls inside me
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lately I been in a rut feeling frustrated, sated and stuck bored of these comfy old shoes yeah I got them hometown blues I like where I'm living don't get me wrong please don't misinterpret the jist of this song I love me some city of Brew but I got them hometown blues I got them hometown blues I got them hometown blues the leaves are falling and I feel like drifting to I got them hometown blues I been hanging out and hanging around working and drinking, getting up and getting down doing all the same things I always do yeah I got them hometown blues think it's time to ramble and roll grab my guitar, pack my hobo pole let my soul wander and peruse I got them hometown blues
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there's a yellow rose blooming in heaven pedals golden neath the never setting sun a flower new to the good lords great garden there's a yellow rose setting in the sun no one said this life was supposed to be easy of the hardest parts I never once heard you complain I know you heart bore a hurt big and deep you've earned your rest, may peace be where you lay there's a yellow rose blooming in heaven pedals golden neath the never setting sun a flower new to the good lords great garden there's a yellow rose setting in the sun you climbed the thorny stem of this world you bore the scars you wore with grace no more flesh to tear, no bones to break dear you've earned your rest, may peace be where you lay there's a yellow rose blooming in heaven pedals golden neath the never setting sun a flower new to the good lords great garden there's a yellow rose setting in the sun
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into the gossip mill, ground up like chuck meat let me toss you a kidney so you can eat me salty like a buyon rich and beefy give you worms so bad you'll have stringy feces he said she said he said yada yada too jaded to pay too much attention to that drama blah blah blah blah ha ha ha blah blah say what you want to say, somebody said your mama there's more depth than you can step in even with flippers on you couldn't tread this path no man or woman can so keep all that nonsense to yourself old hens cackle, nitpicking the shackles not to free the bird but to serve the worm in the apple when shit's too intense for intestines to grapple with pettiness churns turns for entertainment purposes there's more depth than you can step in even with flippers on you couldn't tread this path no man or woman can so keep all that nonsense to yourself you can dress up a tossed salad but it's still just talking shit I admit this song is the work of a hypocrite just let me place this flaming bag of doodoo on the doorstep and move on ding dong ditch this bitchfest and be gone I got the Milwaukee shit talking blues
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WSP_0080_Dressing up the Blues I try to keep my mind on the sunny side of the street but my feet they creep can't seem to keep my tracks on a solid path toes grabbing nothing but sand hand full of slivers, shiver me timbers pull that schtick, bust a gut until it heave ho a ragged melody wearing out my body dressing up the blues stomping out that heartache wearing out my dancing shoes I got a thin frame but it hold a thick vein my heart is large even though it aint always in charge to tell the truth I'm a red hot mess a piece of work, a work in progress anxiety ridden alcoholic depressive my resume's impressive off as a box of frogs, I ams what I am chockfull of faulty wiring and glitches in the program birds of a feather form cozy formations I'm flying solo got a futzy inner magnet flight path erratic, head full of static this is the only life, grab it we are corpses projecting from the grave we get one trip around the flame until we hit that light and say goodnight I can smell my wings singe every time I wave goodbye
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I write all of my love songs in the past tense, pressing rewind this pen is fluent in the prose of regret I can only see when I'm looking behind my mouth don't move to that rhyme scheme my heart's never been able to keep time my words have only made their way to paper through loosing what they was trying to find these hands have only traced a vague understanding I've only brushed up against the light every picture that I've ever painted has got me standing looking in from inside
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I don't want to fall in love don't want to take flight just want to fall in bed with you tonight let me lie upon your floor a safe and distant shore a fleeting sea of company to keep your good ship warm I don't want to be a star to guide you great and far just a dim and low 20 watt bulb hanging where you are solo I sail on a thin and crooked rail heavy with freight and baggage dragging a ragged tail I'm paying for my sins and bucking up my chin I aint too blind to divine a sparkle in the din I wear no mask or crown there's no halo to be found upon this head, hollow and bereft of any holy gown if we can't be the light we can least try it on for size get and reflect a comfy fit wear it like a prize I don't want to fall in love don't want to take flight just want to fall in bed with you tonight hush them lips, dim the switch let's dissolve and slip I don't want to be the man of your dreams let me be your moonlight if I can't be the man of your dreams let me be your moonlight
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them Chicago women they give you the blues you better stay away from them they're bad news believe me when I say you better stay away from them or you'll find yourself on the floor wishing and praying you was dead this friend of mine used to see one of them she stoll his mind right out of his head this Chicago woman I once knew had my heart in the palm of her hand squeezed till I was blue I hope you got the moral of this tune them Chicago women aint nothing but bad news
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sine yo bitty on the runny kine give me the skinny, shuck that jive know what I mean? know what I'm saying? feel me or not some things don't need explaining uh huh oh yeah been off and running since I been tall enough to drawl stone cold bluffing when I strut for ya'll say what I mean, mean what I'm saying that don't mean I aint only faking it oh yeah one step forward and two steps back that's the only way I've only known how to act got heart, got depth where the hell's your sense of self respect uh huh oh yeah se la vie, sa da tay all is peace, come what may know what I mean? know what I'm saying feel me or not some things don't need explaining
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sitting on a duffle bag waiting on a train wondering if heaven's really up there above the rain looking at a puddle feeling like it knows my shame I stepped in the mud I got only me to blame looking out the window can't see past my face broken lines and severed ties put the truth in frame it aint a pretty picture it's not the one I want to paint I want to say you done me wrong but I only got me to blame quiet towns pass on by slumbering with ease lonely streetlights fight the good fight pushing back the brink it looks like their loosing and I'm looking the same I can't condemn the darkness I got only me to blame buried in motion knee deep in the wave when you're low and heavy gravity's such a drag I don't mind the fall from grace but it just seems I'm falling in place everywhere I put my feet I got only me to blame
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my disposition is a little homely aint met a women yet who could comb me or mold me even when I was nothing but a rubbery substance in the palm of her hand I don't wanna die alone I just need some more time to roam it aint good, it aint bad, it's just a path I been loved and I been blessed by the goodest and the best in the present tense I'm appreciating what i took for granted in the past I messed up so many times I'm beggin to see the light and it aint good, it aint bad, it's just a path nothing to live for but life itself no pot to piss in, all is well I'm learnin to love myself after all what the hell it aint good, it aint bad, it's just a path the phoenix in my heart keeps tearin my life apart I stop drop and roll and roll and roll but can't seem to slow the coals burning in my soul I don't want to die alone I just need some more time to roam it aint good and it aint bad, it's just a path
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you said you'd be my muse you must have meant bemuse me because I find the way you're acting so damn confusing it's true I'm writing tunes left right like crazy but they're all about how you insist upon misbehaving baby wont you help me write a love song one about how you do me right I've got the lyrics and I long to sing them won't you be my melody tonight come on sugar buns I got love for ya honey move towards the light, be my snuggle bunny I'm tired of these blues, wanna sing in the key of you my voice is hoarse from crooning won't ya fork over the spooning and be my boo, my shoe that fits like Cindarella I'm your fella - won't ya let me be your fella I woo and woo but can't get through holy walls of China you got hella walls around you
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ants in my pants moon in the sky my heart it dance when she walk by throw back my head full of praise she wake the wolf she raise that Cain gotta have her gonna make her mine I'm courting heartache one more time she break my head she bust my mind she throw the ocean on my appetite pawed and pummeled out to sea pulled asunder when she wave at me dead man walking in come the tide I'm courting heartache one more time
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woke up missing my glasses and guitar and my wallet hope I left them at the bar but I'm missing more than money stuff and pride I aint got no woman in my life aint doing nothing much just hanging round whiskey, cigarette butts and coffee grounds my bachelor pad it's alright but I aint got no woman in my life well, I get laid I get paid I aint no square work nine to five then I relax under neon glare bar time is such a lonely sigh when you aint got no woman in your life
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if you snooze you loose so I court the muse every morning, noon and night with a fist full of blues and walking shoe laces sewn up tight it's a hard, cold sad lonely world she's a warm sassy woman girl I was a born with a silver spoon cleft thru the main vein of my tongue you can bleed fervently and preach sympathy but white guilt don't get things done
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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
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ants in my pants moon in the sky my heart it dance when she walk by throw back my head full of praise she wake the wolf she raise that Cain gotta have her gonna make her mine I'm courting heartache one more time she break my head she bust my mind she throw the ocean on my appetite pawed and pummeled out to sea pulled asunder when she wave at me dead man walking in come the tide I'm courting heartache one more time
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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
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I try to keep my mind on the sunny side of the street but my feet they creep can't seem to keep my tracks on a solid path toes grabbing nothing but sand hand full of slivers, shiver me timbers pull that schtick, bust a gut until it heave ho a ragged melody wearing out my body dressing up the blues stomping out that heartache wearing out my dancing shoes I got a thin frame but it hold a thick vein my heart is large even though it aint always in charge to tell the truth I'm a red hot mess a piece of work, a work in progress anxiety ridden alcoholic depressive my resume's impressive off as a box of frogs, I ams what I am chockfull of faulty wiring and glitches in the program birds of a feather form cozy formations I'm flying solo got a futzy inner magnet flight path erratic, head full of static this is the only life, grab it we are corpses projecting from the grave we get one trip around the flame until we hit that light and say goodnight I can smell my wings singe every time I wave goodbye
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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
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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
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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
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cracking the knuckles of my mojo hand got my lucky belt buckle on and a little bit of cash step into the place poker face hovering above my chin I need a win tired of loosing going downtown I need a win I been loosing gotta get 'round she got them short shorts on I can feel the light emanating from them heavenly shapes orchestrating the tide a body's mostly water and I'm swimming in every inch loneliness I got it in spades put all my cards on the table I aint good at this game handful of heart but aint no diamonds in my chain
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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
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home sweet home is where I roam turn the ringer off the phone and strum three chords maybe four don't need too much more from this life pacify my mind with rhythm and rhyme a melody to ease the passing of time it aint much but it's enough sitting on a front porch smoking with strangers quietly soaking up the friendly faces and conversation such a fine and simple thing the common ground on the bottoms of our feet it aint much but it's enough go to work and I pay my bills keep a roof over my head and the refrigerator filled I've seen better days but I cant complain living alone is still living, hey hey hey we all do the best we can on gold and gravel path it aint much but it's enough and we get by...
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can't sleep no sheep above me can't sleep outside that stupid sun is humming insomnia can't sleep no z's escaping from my mouthpiece outside them noxious birds are buzzing can't sleep no dreams real life is too bleak outside humanity is hunting
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woke up this morning on the wrong side of life feeling like a wrath heart pumping nothing but ice on the wrong side of life no kind of action underneath my skin not a trace of movement nothing much happening I can't find my breath I must be undead nothing but echoes bouncing round in my chest it's late in the morning but everything is black aint a cloud up in the sky but I aint seeing that drank a cup of coffee it sprang out a hole in my gut somebody pass the duct tape I believe I'm out of luck got a thankless job my kind comes a dozen a dime they don't need me sticking round so why am I? full moon rising blood dripping from it's chin don't need a postcard to know where she been mouth full of dirt coffin lid neath my fingernails when I wasn't looking my foot must have kicked the pail
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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
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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
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ants in my pants moon in the sky my heart it dance when she walk by throw back my head full of praise she wake the wolf she raise that Cain gotta have her gonna make her mine I'm courting heartache one more time she break my head she bust my mind she throw the ocean on my appetite pawed and pummeled out to sea pulled asunder when she wave at me dead man walking in come the tide I'm courting heartache
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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
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I was stuck down in Asheville and I didn't have a place to stay I was walking around looking for a bridge to keep me dry from the rain I was feeling frustrated my back and feet were sore just then I heard some bluegrass music coming through an open door I didn't have much money but I bought a beer anyway and all my troubles were soothed as them fiddles played just then a friend walked in, one I never met before but I knew she was a friend of mine by the way she walked across the floor she sat down next to me and ordered a drink from the bar I was snacking on complementary trail mix, glad to be in from the rain we struck up a little conversation about this and that, the weather and such I was contemplating my strange and pleasant sudden change of luck she said "I love dancing” I said "I do too” she said "it's my mission in life” I said "mine too” she said "must be your destiny to dance with me tonight” I blushed in the face, I was a little bit nervous and it was alright I saw her watching the band and her feet started to move I saw the way she could hardly contain herself without busting loose she asked me if I knew how to clog I said "no I never heard that move” all you do is STOMP YOUR FEET honey there aint no rules all you do is STOMP YOUR FEET honey there aint no rules I went outside to smoke a cigarette and get up some nerve and when I came back into the place I was dancing with her we were dancing together, not exactly in a romantic way more like two Jedi Knights on a mission from outer space everybody else in the room was still and stiff as a board but we were having so much fun soon it spread like butter getting warm a few funloving gyrations can spread some good vibrations and pretty soon everybody in the room had the boogaloo flu and they got up to groove I looked at her, she looked at me gave here a high five as she said to me BOY you know how to clog, who you fooling
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mine is a water sign I get wet, I get dry it's all just a state of mind mine is a water sign full moon is high I feel the pull of the tide levee's busted open wide flooding this old heart of mine liquid is light I seen 'em both in her eyes in the folds of her mind in the soul of her thighs I feel the pull of the tide it cuts like ice carving up this glacial night opening up the great divide swimming in the mystery fishing 'neath a shady tree sipping from a slippery stream rolling like a stone across the belly of the beast in the mystery sitting on a fallen tree slithering through the swampy weeds skipping like a stone washing up on the beach there's a path, there's a current viciously determined frothing and churning raw meat in the broth of learning soft curve of a wave cuts like a knife washing away and rearranging the lines of a life the bones of a man fold and crumble like sand in the palm of a plan in the ducts and channels of a hand
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into the moon, into the lake oh how bad I want to kiss your face you are the moon and I am the wave we meet on the surface mud on my sandals, sand in my eye mud on my toenails, you in the sky if I could fly I'd meet you there where no one or nothing could hurt us you who move the ocean so blue I swear I feel my blood moving too mortality advertised in neon spotlight you whisper the reasons that we must die if I could fly I'd meet you there where no one or nothing could hurt us
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on so many lonely nights I couldn't shake her face so good and lovely, amplifying every ache for so long I've long to hear her knocking at my door but the man who couldn't get over her don't live here anymore tempted don't even start to measure how I feel but just one kiss would open up what I've worked so hard to heal though the wounds, they are not fresh - I still feel the sting plucking and pulling taunt the stitching like heartstrings she came around looking for someone I used to be her man left her for another just like she left me she was seeking shelter but there's none to be found when she came around I turned her down thoughts of her, they still throw sparks - it's hard to deny fireflies start dancing when she touches on my mind where there's light there must be heat, though I miss her so poke the fire you're bound to get burned, I best leave it alone she came around looking for someone I used to be her man left her for another just like she left me she was seeking shelter but there's none to be found when she came around I turned her down I don't know why or how but I turned her down
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one grain at a time lifting weight from the stone giving up to the wind what aint mine to hold can't tip the slope of the hill gotta lessen the load tectonic plates aint got nothing on me rearranging my face grinding glacially where I'm at right now aint where I'm gonna be get my needle stuck on a particular note swimming round and round confusing ocean for mote if the craft is sound why not get in and row every step of the way every bend of the fold I'm breaking skin crawling out of my mold I aint the same as I was before what I am right now tomorrow won't be no more
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cracking the knuckles of my mojo hand got my lucky belt buckle on and a little bit of cash step into the place poker face hovering above my chin I need a win tired of loosing going downtown I need a win I been loosing gotta get 'round she got them short shorts on I can feel the light emanating from them heavenly shapes orchestrating the tide a body's mostly water and I'm swimming in every inch loneliness I got it in spades put all my cards on the table I aint good at this game handful of heart but aint no diamonds in my chain
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wasted days and wasted nights this aint no way to live a life all my time spent loose and free buying nothing but misery I been drifting around the same old scene for some time now like a doe caught in the shine drawn to my own demise set me straight and get me free lift me out this misery I aint never been one to pray but I'm on my knees today there's no more joy, no more fun carefree days are dead and done can't get high, it's all a low coming down is all I know wasted days and wasted nights this aint no way to live a life all my sin has gotten 'round to claiming my soul and pinning me down
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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

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released September 1, 2014

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Jonathan Burks Milwaukee, Wisconsin

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

here's some pro tips:

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

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

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