1. |
Marry Me On Sunday
04:11
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MARRY ME ON SUNDAY
By ThelonesomeKid
all lyrics by gretchen seichrist 2017 copyright ThelonesomeKid album The Last Days Of Sugar
marry me on Sunday, HONEY
even IF WE CAN’T APPLY
with your atheist bride
with your recovering alcoholic pride
with my hold you to the fireside
and all the brave armadillos that couldn’t pass
highway to cruel to fast
with Canadian kids never found
now I live with the amnesiacs and I remember to hide it
everywhere you go you just hear ringtones
and this is really not a romantic time
still I am here and you said we’d find it
imagination is the light out of a hell
and the opening and closing mouth of a fish
is your withered body to the
major league fall by proxy all we got to give
with the hot and cold alternating
right next to that assHOLE NRA- ing
when all liberals vanish he’ll be okay
and the stop crime shoot back logic day
it’s a wild guess at best
make a table or marry
make a table or marry
in the time of Starbucks, Lowe’s, Home Depot, BP, Walmart, and Hobby Lobby
Taco Bell Fracking chopping mountains off with a slice of a hand end of friends and get more fans
there’s a piece of bubble gum in a marble dish
that you get when were done with this
they’re moving the questions like ladders
propping them up at facades of other matter
went to the old grade school to get some answers…….
and every where you go the building is stripped of all it's oddities
and everyone you know is a mouth piece of droopy corporate speech ……. buddy bump buddy bump
raising a finger in attendance - i am here yes I meant it
who'd thought every one would act so greedy and dumb
and those are just my relatives! those are just my friends and just my thumbs
marry me on Sunday, HONEY
even if we can’t apply
with your atheist bride
with your recovering alcoholic pride
with my hold you to the fireside
as dramatic as it sounds you’ll be hated
floating all alone simply stated
marry me on Sunday
so it we really are throwing our children off the roof but it’s only a time-lapse crime
there’s a piece of bubble gum in a marble dish
that you get when were done with this
lets get married today and live Mr. Nickel and Mr. Dime
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2. |
The Last Days Of Sugar
03:27
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The Last Days Of Sugar by ThelonesomeKid
all lyrics by gretchen seichrist 2017 copyright ThelonesomeKid Dr. Gretchenrecords
The tickets to see Prospero
were 150 each
it took so long to reach him
wasn’t it a shame i just went
just went to sleep?
like
the repetitions rule and rink
like
your anthems panicky cling
like
the workhorse saws it’s meaning
like
the circling human boat being
and the ball in the air
and the last days of sugar
when the special treatment ends
and the people are on to you
and the last days of sugar
under girl went through the traditions and child gate
and the teachers can’t keep their decades straight
she was unpersuaded but targeted to accept their fate
of salivating at dead things
and beyond that she was wholly alone
in her truth and rebellious moral code
like
the natural heart will call you to deliver
like
the haggard pledge put to the test
like
the stumbling lover quest
and in drought all revealed as brute and beggar
and the ball in the air
and the last days of sugar
when the special treatment ends
and the people are on to you
and the last days of sugar
as for the old poet with his singular hold
I’ve heard he’s still around
he always said he didn’t have the answer — leave him alone
when he got to his final resting home I guess he’ll bolt the door
outside there’s some kids spread out like a blanket on the road
when they shut it all down they’ll make that lion roar
baby that’s where you and i will be found by two lions
like
the natural heart will call you to deliver
like
the haggard pledge put to the test
like
the stumbling lover quest
and in drought all revealed as brute and beggar
and the ball in the air
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3. |
Dug Out
03:59
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DUG OUT By ThelonesomeKid
all lyrics by gretchen seichrist 2017 copyright ThelonesomeKid album The Last Days Of Sugar Dr.gretchenrecords
We live in a dug out
but now that it’s spring
we’ve got to try ————————y some other things
everyday we talk about the money
and it takes up all the space
i try to make sense of living life that way
i can smell the rain and plaster
the sky is a light green grey
sometimes this room is filled ————————with disaster
airplanes shake and rumble my brain when i’m trying to think
of something new to——————————————— say
the lilac buds bump the pane
I hear him tap the razor on the edge of the —————————————————sink X2
I’m in the bedroom wishing and some magic reprieve from ————————the brink
everyday we talk about the money
it takes up all the space
I try to make some sense of
of living life that way
we live in a dug out
go get me a crane
lift myself out and start over ——————————————again
how come nobody’s talking on the————————————————— train? x3
how come nobody’s jumping the guy with———————————————— the blade?
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4. |
Parris Island
02:58
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PARRIS Island
all lyrics by gretchen seichrist 2017 copyright
ThelonesomeKid album The Last Days Of Sugar
oh they’re getting fed up with me
gonna to send me somewhere worse
he was going to be a marine.
she had white skin, a bob and purse
the way she said daddy though
like he was my dad too
he was going to be a marine.
everybody else was just a so and so.
you got the feeling she made it more glamorous than it really was, x 2
she came along not because she had a lot of guts
but more as a cover up!
i stayed with a black family
that gave me some macaroni
phone numbers and cash money
then i had to go find Mr.Jackson
at the junk store i begged
and he gave me some limited protection
after he closed up at five
he brought me threats and booze at night.
you got the feeling she made it more glamorous than it really was,
she came along not because she had a lot of guts
but more as a cover up!
Bitty and Crenshaw left town
i hid in the run down for weeks -
maybe it was all a dream.
Greg was arrested for a- wol - ing
he pledged his love and then he weeped
he was way too old for me
he looked like a night southern sky
and it’s not ro- ma- nti - cized
you got the feeling she made it more glamorous than it really was,
she came along not because she had a lot of guts
but more as a cover up!
kissed my hair and my skin
the crickets creaked
he was going to be a marine
at- Parris -Island- S. C.
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5. |
Pay Tribute
02:24
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PAY TRIBUTE
By ThelonesomeKid
all lyrics by gretchen seichrist 2017 copyright ThelonesomeKid album The Last Days Of Sugar
Francis comes from a long line of kneelers
kneelers for a long time beg forgivers
lamp lighters -she carries their suitcase
AND IT’S all down through the ages
Ray’s got paper cuts- two left hands
and blues that got used in his bed
he talks it out thumbing THROUGH
the catalog for a lathe
pay tribute x2
those guys make a fire in the bowl
a golden fact checker- looks like the motel was wrong
take their dirty inspections in a second
over all their good intentions
with white sandals -you march the stairs
say it again and i’ll make you care
here we go - confederate know - it - alls
Pinesol scent wafting
through the great wide wails
pay tribute ……
pay tribute ……
D a/f # Em
he in perpetuity is the unbelieved truth……
he in perpetuity is the unbelieved truth……bm
somewhere on a big cold screen
they loop the soul- sick whole thing
out if the field a baby swings
with the grass blade tall and
tickling her soles…
take the soap from the soap rest
all he asks is he likes the girls to visit
in fact he likes you the best
and he knows everything= kid
that you don’t have left
pay tribute ……
pay tribute ……
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6. |
Donkey
03:42
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Donkey Cart By ThelonesomeKid album The Last Days Of Sugar
all lyrics by gretchen seichrist 2017copyright ThelonesomeKid Dr.gretchenrecords
LAST SUMMER HE SAT HERE WITH PRAISE AND PLEADS
POINTING HIS STARRY EYES AT ME
BUT HE….
TOOK IT ALL BACK WHEN HE WENT BACK TO DRIVING CAB
NOTHING MADE ME FEEL ANY BETTER
NOTHING WORKED AT ALL
THINKING IS A DONKEY PULLING A CART
ON THE NO-END-IN SIGHT LONG HAUL
NOW HE’S DOWN THERE BEHIND THE GREAT WALL OF ECTASY
WHERE IT’S EASY TO ACT SO CAREFREE
whoop da dee! whoop da dee!
I’VE GOT THE BABIES AND I’M BUDGETING
NOTHINGS GOING TO FIX HIM
NO NOTHING AT ALL..
WHEN YOU THINK OF ME
THINK OF THE IMPOSSIBLE ..
IN THE WAITING ROOM
OF THE HOSPITAL
yee haw! yee haw
WHEN YOU THINK OF HIM
THINK OF CIRCLING THE BLOCK
AND ANGRILY LOOKING FOR A SPOT
git! git! git get along!
WHEN I THINK OF THEM
IN THE WINTER WIND HOLDING TIGHT IN-
A MUSTANG iN THEIR MITTENS
COLD FINGERS FEEL IT- THEIR BREATH IN PUFFS conceals it
moosh! moosh!
PLEASE EVERYBODY DON’T GIVE UP
ALL YOU AGAINST AND ALL YOU FOR
COME BACK HOME - LOVE IS WHAT FREEDOMS REALLY FOR
honk honk HONK HONK
SOMEBODY TELL THOSE KIDS THE FACTS
NOTHING ELSE WILL MAKE YOU BETTER
YOU HAVE TO WISH EVERYONE THE BEST
NOTHINGS GOING TO GIVE YOU any prize
of wasted sunrise - and donkey rides
brey! brey!
LAST SUMMER HE SAT HERE WITH PRAISE AND PLEADS
POINTING HIS STARRY EYES AT ME
BUT HE….
TOOK IT ALL BACK WHEN HE WENT BACK TO DRIVING CAB
WAAA WAAA
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7. |
Little Envelopes
04:26
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8. |
The Walking Pencil
04:12
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HE WALKING PENCIL - ThelonesomeKid - album The Last Days Of Sugar
all lyrics by gretchen seichrist 2017 copyright ThelonesomeKid
DID YOU HAVE FUN ON YOUR SOUTH AFRICAN ADVENTURE?
WELL YOU KNOW THEY CALL YOU THE WALKING PENCIL
SOMETIMES I THINK ROMANTIC LOVE IS JUST A LACK OF IMAGINATION
OR AN ATTEMPT TO STEAL MY SEAT
EVERYTHING ELSE IS JUST AN WAY TO MAKE THE BED WRINKLE FREE
WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE - ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE MISSING COMPONENT
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH YOUR ONLY INVENTION WAS A HOLE IN THE DOUGHNUT
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH YOUR ONLY INVENTION WAS A HOLE IN THE DOUGHNUT
I THINK I AM A LEAF I THINK I’VE BEEN MISNAMED
OH NO WORRY SOMEONE IS GOING TO PICK UP THAT BLAME
NOW WASN’T I THE ONE WHO SAID TO COLOR CODE EVERYTHING
BUT THE ONLY REAL PROBLEM IS THIS DIAMOND BACK HAS NO NEED OF A DIAMOND RING
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH YOUR ONLY INVENTION WAS A HOLE IN THE DOUGHNUT
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH YOUR ONLY INVENTION WAS A HOLE IN THE DOUGHNUT
THERE IS NO WAY AROUND IT YOU CAN’T GET THE VILLAGE OUT OF YA
EVENTUALLY YOU’LL BE TAKEN TO THE WOODS AND LEFT
EVENTUALLY YOU’LL BE TAKEN TO A WAREHOUSE AND SHOT
NEVER MIND I JOINED THE ROCKETS AND I CHANGED THE COURSE OF THOUGHT
NEVER MIND I JOINED THE ROCKETS AND I CHANGED THE COURSE OF THOUGHT
I USED TO EAT BUGS AND I HAD NO THOUGHT OF BETTER
AND THE PALMS ARE UP BABY AND THEY’RE UPWARD ON THE PLATTER
MEANWHILE BIBS ARE ARRANGED ON THE GENERAL PUBLIC- AS IF IT MATTERS
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH YOUR ONLY INVENTION WAS A HOLE IN THE DOUGHNUT
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH YOUR ONLY INVENTION WAS A HOLE IN THE DOUGHNUT
NOW I’VE GOT THE TATER TOTS AND THE KETCHUP IS ALL GLUMPED UP
BUT CAN I STILL GO THE CARNIVAL AND CRUISE THE PARKING LOT?
THERE I GO THINKING OF SOMEONE ELSE AND THROWING AWAY
ALL MY LINGERIE RIGHT INTO THAT VOID
didley didley bomb cuddle bump….
RIGHT KICK LEFT
RIGHT KICK LEFT
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9. |
I'm Not Making Teapots
04:50
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I’m Not Making Teapots
By ThelonesomeKid
all lyrics by gretchen seichrist 2017 copyright ThelonesomeKid album The Last Days Of Sugar
I’m not making teapots
I’m trying to talk to you through an alcohol phone
baby i’ve been humbled right down to my chicken skin
and even then you wouldn’t let me in
it still wasn’t low enough
no matter what you say the morning came anyway
there I was again vacuuming the dust
I’m not making this shit up
baby I’ve been acting so small
with my hand rummaging the present box
for a little extra credit and card of love
but the morning came anyway
no matter what you did or didn’t say
and baby there I was shirt caked with fake blood
and bruises rolled in a little tin can
and I’m not making this shit up
no siree no siree baby
I’m not making teapots
I’m trying to talk to you through and alcohol phone
there must be something beautiful around here
a pile of dirty white feathers and ropes tied to stones
yeah I know I am all alone
yeah I know that I am all alone
and I’m not making teapots
I’m trying to get someone sober enough
to hold the alcohol phone
there’s a woman who makes beautiful things
from crack pipes and vials
and she’s holding the first necklace
made from animal bones
in humility styles that come and go
I’m not making teapots
no siree no siree
I’m trying to talk to you through an alcohol phone
yeah I know I’m all alone
yeah I know I’m all alone
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10. |
Let Me Explain
06:14
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let me explain
all lyrics by gretchen seichrist
2017 copyright ThelonesomeKid album The Last Days Of Sugar
Dr.Gretchenrecords
Thrown out like you but
i was taught to stick.
leave childhood in a blaze -thought flames leaping thick
dodging all the crosses and I’m dope-sick!
I fought with them and them in the basement and the bed
i was there when the drugs were hid- so be it i screamed and fled
in the reeds - and the microwave and the rice cooker and all taped to my leg
every call made was refused- i looked at rocks on walks- i did a couple times save a life!
I learned all things to death
at the hospital by the ocean
gummed seats smoke snuck in the automatic doors
all us patients stared at nothing in a beam of light
I picked a plum blue gown for your dress…
nobody around the new place trusted me
i held you tight then carried you with me past the blasting site
i was under house arrest - i did my best
i got you to your appointments right? right? right right right right right right right?……………..
let me explain…… x 2
click on movie comedy sewage drain
look it was for you to be saved
quiet, connected, sobbing it’s never too late to say
I know you change every day you change on the way
i’m so sorry he never came
ants and uncles drank downstairs
spilled beer on your only 1st birthday present in the chair
the palm trees swayed and you open your mouth to taste
you close your eyes to play with light
in your wild whirling infancy
the whole complex was foreign and uninviting
you eating ice cream by shelled livers + whiting on ocean drive
you were on my chest- my hand was on your life
the beach was emptied and only former junkie
and breath taking baby were out that night.
let me explain…..x2
the Delano hotel and the international ring
you start to fuss I fit you in your swing
first born delivered right down into the skids
a Rousseu landscape - escaped lion on the beach
cuban women singing out hey little man- into pinkish blue
in early june…
you with sticky candy fist waving
calling out - calling out -mama -save the moon! mama save the moon mama save the moon …
the midwest all shame and the helpless turn vicious drunks
your insistence finger at the soaring new
the stroller wheel caught in each year
and all those balloons giving us the slip
I raced with you in my arms through the doors of mercy
I raced with your right through the doors of mercy
go out from this heave- leave if you need to leave here ……………..
if you remain - it’s not in vain - let me explain…………………….
save the moon….
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11. |
Wanbli
05:45
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All lyrics by Gretchen Seichrist Copyright 2017 Dr.Gretchenrecords
WANBLI
ThelonesomeKid album The Last Days Of Sugar
PEOPLE NEVER COME WHEN YOU NEED THEM
PEOPLE ONLY COME WHEN YOU CAN TAKE THEM OR LEAVE THEM
THE MOTHER’S DAY POW WOW IS COMING AROUND AND I WANTED TO COME WHEN SOMEBODY CALLED
NOW I FIND MYSELF WITH ALL THE REST WANDERING THE PLAINS OF WHATEVER’S THE EASIEST
AND THEY KEEP WALKING DOGS ON THE STREET
AND SATURDAY YOU SNEERED RIGHT AT ME
AND YOU BROUGHT ME A SHELF BUT YOU CALLED IT A PRESENT
AND AS I CROSSED THE ROAD TO FETCH IT FROM YOUR LONG ARM OUTSTRETCHED WITH RESENTMENT..
I WONDERED IF IT WAS MY NEW SELF OR JUST A LIMP BODY
HANGING ON SOMEBODY’S LINE
HANGING ON SOMEBODY’S LINE
THERE’S SHADOWS OF FLOWERS STEALING THIS PAGE
AND THE RUSHING CARS AND THE FIRST GREENS OF MAY
A PEACEFUL PERSON WILL I EVER BE?
ABANDONED FINALLY TO SEE THE SPRING
THEY LEFT ON THE GREY HOUND 6:40 AM
RUNNING DOWN THE STAIRS TO THE YELLOW CAB
PLASTIC CLOTHES IN BAGS TO THE YELLOW CAB
BABY WRAPPED IN TEDDY BEARS
BUT WANBLI WAS TIRED AND MAD
WANBLI WAS TIRED AND MAD
I HOPE HE’S CLUTCHING THAT MARSHMALLOW BAG IN HIS HAND
IT SEEMS THAT’S ALL I HAD
I GUESS I WENT AND BROKE MY HEART AGAIN
FOR THE HELL OF IT
I HOPE THAT’S ALL I DID
AND WANBLI IF YOU CALL - I ‘LL ALWAYS COME
WANBLI THE PARK IS EMPTY
WANBLI THE PARK
WANBLI THE PARK IS EMPTY
WANBLI THE PARK
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Thelonesomekid Minnesota
Using elements of punk, folk, soul, and rock, Iamthelonesomekid tells the stories of the ostracized and pushed behind with all five senses and angles of the “I'm just a human being” experience. Thelonesomekid could right small wrongs but the time.. is tight. ... more
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