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Slurls In The Nest
02:31
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2. |
My Bed
03:34
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My Bed.
copyright all lyrics Gretchen Seichrist
come on and in be in the show
you’re the one for the job
remember your rock and roll reputation turned gold cross?
and how i wore it off?
do what feels right - do what feels good - but Shawna is just a kid
(with a wig)
did you hear me... what i said?
it’s only a wig - and you’re lost
you can’t hunt me down
without losing your mind
fire in the closet,can’t you see?
stay and play razor blades down your arm
Elvis Presley, is a blond
hanging- on hanging on
can you hear the voices crack?
they suffered with life all so sweet
leave my roses in the absences
and green green come with me
Your hall is all electric
your thoughts they start to feel
what stops you from correcting the last tenants bad deal
you have the attention of the room
the tender - hearted just start gasping
when they play that anthem to soon
in every anthem sung in my bed..
what i said- it’s only a wig
do what feels right - do what feels good, but Shawna is just a kid
(with a wig)
did you hear me what i said? it’s only a wig and you’re tossed
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3. |
Night Shade
01:48
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pretty good red luck
the snake, the pinch
Porter comes in at 10
jokes, smokes, reads the notes
Mitch he showed his new shoes
put 'em up in the air
smiled gold tooth
Miss Shirley says you guys need to stop....
laughs and walks off down the hall
she goes to dispense
he waits and slips
the key chain off the wall
the key chain off the wall
come looking for the crook
they outnumber the beds
he’s all the way to Natchez
i’m just a walking cradle
i’m just a talking book
sweet memories baby hair- naive
bikinis dreams to animals and you know...
you can’t wipe it off
You can’t wipe it off
coachers and rowers
tangled in trees
i can see through forests
and bunch of cheats collate
never mind the run off
she’s the whole world
in your hands
put that eye in the mirror
i’ll buy your freedom
now pretty good red luck
figure eight and play and
pretty good red luck and...
Annie Ruth kept you fed
Annie Ruth kept you fed
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4. |
The Heartfelt News
06:42
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THE HEARTFELT NEWS
Lately it felt like he kept meeting the same person…
but who to tell that tale to? it’s just too much to swallow…
He hates music. ……
All those people can't be lying -of course you see! how easily the numbers are changed!
don't you ever say a mumblin’ word
i know your a dinosaur, then you’re a bird?
you never give the details when i need them-to be saved
give me the facts man! don’t make me beg!
make it shimmer, make it shake, make it splinter
nobody in sales likes me anyway.... way, hey
Milly man slurp, watched her husband in church
such a twister - mistress if she’ll shut up and work!
he says as he jogs it white, he loves you guys
bore me death by drop by drop wait for it suicide
bug size schemes of men with wives you want to
hide the common ancestor and they zipped out of sight!
give me the facts man - spew and spit come on and give!
at 80 mph on that kings highway
its a hard to play it just exact…..
her blouse is barely holding and she’s jelly fish
down that penalty fake box, confess
to look in her eyes she wants to be paid back!
and that’s impossibility!
lick your fist and hurt her where she lives
just past the kings highway
cover your tracks in the heartfelt news…
find a poor sob story rip it from his shoes
call a rose to go in slippers and perfume
light her self on fire- fall down her stairs
too drunk to use the phone or care
you left the matches, they left the gaping wound
they call it necessary price …no it wasn’t you! no it wasn't you!
back in college we had some days of beans and rice!
cover your tracks in the heartfelt news
find a poor sob story rip it from his stupid - undeserving shoes
write it up! put it out! etc....
give me the facts man! grab me by the arm!
collect all those jacks and throw them across the bar!
give me the facts man - spew and spit come on and give!
hit 'em where they live
lately it felt like she kept meeting the same person
he hates music……
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L- I -T-S (LOST IN THE SHUFFLE)
neighbor moved in and brought me down to size
thought maybe we had something in common
she was a marble and i guess he just snapped....
great sunrise
holy eyes
disappointed on my side
sits in her chair forty years
get your feet off my new table —————where is that damn remote?
is that guilt that petrified?
who will teach him how to drive?
be mother and father - money maker?
be hopeful when all the therapists whine?
keep him away from porn sites?
make him believe what he can’t find?
he was L.I.T.S
lost in the shuffle
he came to love but was sent away
he came to get back and partly confess
he was lost in the shuffle
he must be from a mess
a loneliness and my lack of success
he was lost in the shuffle
he gets new wife and they get new kids
plus the ones she had
you're part shore man and you're part myth
being caught and look up
he was sneaking out of the driveway
when you were getting up, i can just see
your little jumping face, in the window up above
trying to please someone trying to please someone
Great sunrise
holy eyes
disappointed on my side
he was L.I.T.S
lost in the shuffle
he came to claim but was sent away
he came to attack and partly confess
he was lost in the shuffle
he must be from a mess
a loneliness and my lack of success
he was lost in the shuffle
Here she is holding the baby
here she is in Manhattan
Here on the the beach in a robe
Here she goes with Eric Clapton
Nobody is going to get any better than they are right now
It would take the strength of at least one bone
We’re doing our best to be known
so…
you have to replace a feeling with a thing
if you’re ….
lost in the shuffle….
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6. |
Hot Feet
05:12
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Hot Feet - the lonesome kid
He was a runaway years ago- everybody coming for me
mom reading in her chair by the phone
i was in another state with bare feet
i never got caught - i’m on my own
i’m on my own - on my own— on my own
back then all the maids in macon
rode the buses city wide
they wore uniforms of dusty blue
some with skin of deep brown velvet
how come nobody falls to their knees in worship?
it’s so odd people pass right by the gods—— that deserve it
this morning i went outside before the sunrise
the snow was melting i was thinking about giving you everything
it must have been something about the faint sound of water
escaping it’s stationary form
How come nobody -in this city cries at your doorstep?
and lays their body down and makes up ———— their mind
i know it must be hidden somewhere in the deep south
the way i want to kiss you by the side of the house
the smell of a baseball glove in her mind and when it’s time she arches like a bridge-the birds are singing- when she opens her mouth and then she carries the laundry out..its blowing and twisting around the line -
around the line around the line around the line
this has all happened it’s all true
without a doubt is the deed to the span of the land- it’s all mine
and oh yeah i tied my shoes together and threw them up on the telephone wire
i couldn’t wear them my feet were on fire
how come nobody falls to their knees in worship?
it’s so odd people pass right by the gods—— that ....
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7. |
Thelonesomekid
06:32
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THE LONESOME KID
I SAW THE LONESOME KID
OUT IN THE SUBURBS
OUT OF WATER
I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT kind he was
AND I WAS HURTING IN A DULL SLOW WAY
who is wrong to follow ? - they say
let them go- then they tend to stay
my missile efforts to the hollow could not penetrate...
who could not be swayed ?
Where to go when I sleepwalk? my eyes all furry.
I had a rushing feeling like the song is about to pop
my body shows me what to do and my mouth just tastes like chalk
i just end up at the intersection and look up
looking like i did
looking like the lonesome kid ……
you ask about my family
that must have been done- before me
I fell from the deity -
I’m beside her - in the car, (space)……
I sit in the chair where the arms have been ripped
I can set my ashtray there -
THERE MIGHT BE SOME GOODNESS
JUST STANDING OPEN ON THE STREET
WITH ARMS swinging UP IN THE AIR ……..
IT’S NOT EVEN POSSIBLE- TO SAY ANYTHING DEFINITE-
I COULD EVEN GIVE MY ORGANS AWAy………….
looking like i did
looking like the lonesome kid
the lonesome kid the lonesome kid -
slow exit part
THE LONESOME KID
I WILL NOT BOTHER
Out in the suburbs
Out of water
HE SEEMED TO HAVE IT RIGHT
He PUT MY HEART ON A TSHIRT
I WON’T EVEN READ IT- not me
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8. |
Baby Me
03:51
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BABY ME - the lonesome kid
the time line starts right here
my sexual souvenir
the streets are all closed
and know i love to be alone
dreaming of skin and the bones exposed
and how to force you in
i used all my charms
and set off false alarms
just to climb the stairs
just to be relieved
i gave my best shit to those idiots
write one long song
and know i love to be alone
so baby me
come on and baby me
it’s my time to crawl
so baby me
i got colors on the wall
everything put up will fall
and make a thing
packages that fly through aggravated skies
foretold love letter
if only you were better
that never made it through the night
to my second floor
and know i love to be alone
can’t do the climb
so baby me
so baby me
come on and baby me
it’s my time to crawl
so baby me
i used all my charms
and set off false alarms
just to climb the stairs
just to be relieved
and know we love to be alone
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9. |
Funnels
06:20
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Live Stream
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10. |
Hastings
04:04
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Hastings - the lonesome kid
the window only opens so far in the room of the american inn
you blew your smoke ring right up against - the- screen
you’re paying the 200 fine if we get caught i’m threatening ….
you won’t help
you’re 6 foot 4inches tall - this you told me in the car
upon remembering this i feel an aching loneliness
that i suspect is taking over me like - a - plague
throughout the night your leg shook and i could feel your bronchitis filled chest
fears swirled around inside my head but the blue light and white sheets
are too drained to speak it and that painting above you in - mountains - of relief
but there's no relief ….
ever
i don’t know whose going to stop me in these tracks
i had moments of utter panic when we crossed the Minnesota river
on the drive——— back
i feel like and ashtray of plastic and black
maybe you’ll carry me across the room to another time and then i’ll know
I’m stuffing words you dropped in my cigarette pack when i get home -
they’ll - be - a - net
I’m always trying so hard you know i’ve heard it all said before
now I’m in the mirror and i’m brushing my hair the moment before i open the door and come to you - i’m a traitor of futures for minutes and seconds
you’re stretched out on the hotel bed
the news is on and the stories horrify and through it all we turn each other on and the your fingertips come up through my hair
i was born with magical powers and
now - they’re - gone
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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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