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Take a deep breath
02:37
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I'm not sure if it's your saliva or mine, or a mixture of both, but it's been a long time and I'm
Bringing my lip-line up to my nose, oh so much more than one should and I suppose that
Though we speak lately of calling it quits, I'm still in love with much more than your spit and that
scares me more than I can admit, it's always been easy ways out
doubt replaces the fading traces of passion plays (so swiftly my way came) and
Pain, with a whimper, leaves just the same, heart barely broken, effecting nothing
but
this relationship has crumbled me crazy and
ideals fragmented, are falling away.
I've handed over too many pieces to put back together
the face that I would have needed to leave the one place where that
kind of strength
is not necessary
I know that we've been through all this before.
I hear that it's common when sharing same doors
to stop listening before we get bored -
a defense to being angry or ignored.
still I fix you with the blame, like noncommittally playing some game, and
I can imagine that I have become a shell of the partner whose heart you once won and
That must make you so sad
and I'm so sorry for that
it is I who am the hermit crab, whispering apologies
over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over...
How we doin'?
Are we doing okay?
I need some reassurance, so I'll always be
Checking in, probably every day-
Endless attention, whenever you need me.
Please let me stay here on your sidelines,
Guarding the safehouse, where you can lay down and
close your eyes, any time, all in return for the comfort of your kiss
because
this relationship has crumbled me crazy and
ideals fragmented, are falling away.
I've handed over too many pieces to put back together
the face that I would have needed to leave the one place where that
kind of strength
is not necessary -
Were I not convinced that you are where I want to be.
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4. |
A contained stream
03:21
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Dog Balls = floral arrangement filler:
Asclepias fruticosa syn. Gomphocarpus fruticosus is a species of milkweed that is native to South Africa and may lead to death in both livestock and humans.
There is mold growing on dog balls in the bathroom
in the bottom of the house where I lived
half of it was all mine but I didn't make time
to match up her frilly with my masculine
now she lives surrounded by female compounded
you can't walk around without stepping in it.
it's here I sit, enamored with the soaps on the counter
the fragrance of flowers masking my piss
My male friends indulge me but we still don't talk of pee pee
and how it leaves our bodies, but I suspect
most of them, most of men, stand up at the privy.
They been doing it for centuries
and I'd agree but for years now, I been keeping my own house
and I'd rather sit down than clean that mess up.
I’m addicted to sitting on the toilet.
And I can leave the night lightless, shuffle to the seat
without having to leave my dreams.
And of course, in public stalls, I pee straight and tall
in fact, I focus on not touching anything at all.
but there's no place I'd rather pee
than in the house where I lived with the woman I loved.
Lifted seat, wiped the rim that no other men touched.
Ushered at once to the wisdom of a contained stream
and the assurance of comfort that only women can bring.
A household of dry toilet seats
and no one could ruin it but me.
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5. |
Burning Stuff
05:13
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6. |
R.E.C.I.P.E.
05:50
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though I may listen while you tell me all about
how you saw jesus and the angels coming out his mouth,
I do it out of love, a patient reverence of
the thing inside you that just wants to be understood.
but I can't understand how any grown human can
think it more than just a product of the mind of man.
it is the deepest well, and I have seen it swell
my head with demons and a god I thought I knew so well.
but I began to see that what was god was me.
you fill a baby full of rules, that's all he's gonna be;
searching eternally, in each epiphany.
Desperation turns to manufacturing meaning
till it's gotten your thoughts in a dogmatic box,
deliberately blocking the gospel
the most recent news of our evolution.
the collective mind has found devine
(and the night...)
becomes a normal thing, and when the morning brings
our piece of planet back around into the scattering
of sunlight in the air, a blanket blueing,
where the stars delighted, I promise that they're all still there
beyond our atmosphere, way out, we've measured.
where we feared reproachment,
just a vacuum and some burning spheres
and if we go to hell, they won't care.
cuz they're just there.
I've heard it all before;
"we don't know what's in store.
it takes your life to learn to live and then ya live no more
so it'd be tragic if, instead of magic,
it's just blackness waiting beyond death's door.
this aint all we're here for, there's something more
a meaning to this mess, of this we're all so sure
heaven's doors will open onto all of our rewards
timeless, painless in the bosom of the Lord
all will be forgiven, this reckless way of living
the pain we bring, this human thing - just pray it away
and we'll remind ourselves everyday (or at least once a week)
and it won’t get in the way
I got alotta shit to do, you know I gotta get paid
hit and miss with that decency, it's okay
there’s another world after this one anyway
so right now we should all just be
Breeding and Driving, Yeah! (human race in first place)
BREEDING AND DRIVING, YEAH! (human beans reign supreme)
BREEDING AND DRIVING, YEAH!!!! "
We are living in an ever-growing age of reason
where science is the reason for the seasons
we used to make all of it up to service just one purpose;
a Land without a Law can make alotta people nervous
although still we find the evildoers all around
the say “teach em god is great and the guilt’ll keep em straight
cuz it’s the praying and the rituals that will unite us”
Like I can’t love a man without a bible in my hand, and so
I cry out Sham, take a goddamn stand
and I’ll cry it again and again and again
and if that magic land doesn’t let me in
I run that risk for reasons far outweighing all my sins
to train the brans to not forget that since the dawn of man
we made the questions and then made up ways to answer them
and been replacing gods with observations ever since
and I got a feeling that we’ll figure out this puzzle yet
and learn to love like we were never told that we were broke and
maybe one day I will see you free of this burden
it’s a tragic distraction
you know you make the magic!
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8. |
Old Man
04:07
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9. |
Tell Me Now
05:54
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Not really sure if there’s much meaning to all this struggle and the strife
Sure we got jokes, and we got singing about the difference between wrong and right
But I got a suspicion to keep on mission I’m just making it up, keeping a bright outlook cuz
we are grateful by design, so it keeps us looking for something to divine
Eb - F - G# - F-G
Cmin - A/Cmin - Bb - G7 - G#7 -- G7 --
Cmin - A/Cmin - Bb - G7 - G#7 -- G7
So tell me now, is it over, or do you want it to be?
And tell me how, baby I won’t blame you, how did I make you leave?
There was a time when this was all we needed, just you and me and anywhere we pleased
We’d take off for the weekend, kissing and driving, and and tell each other why this was all we needed
Eb - F - G# - F-G
Cmin - G# - Cmin - G# - Cmin - G# - Eb----- Cmin - G# - Cmin - G# - Cmin - G# - Bb - G -
Cmin ------ C ---------
TELL ME NOW and tell me how
C Dmin G Fmin
Tell me how did you get this house, did you have a wealthy relative?
C Dmin G Fmin
Did your great grandpa, before building laws, buy this land for a song and pig
C Dmin G Fmin
Or did you buy at the bottom of the market? does it have carpet? do you have kids?
C Am C Am
I need to know is it poss - ible
F D F G7 C - Am - F - D - F - G7 --------
for a poor young couple to see their way into a seacliff house one daaaay? (REPEAT INSTRUMENTAL)
Cmin - A/Cmin - Bb - G7 - G#7 -- G7 -- (x4)
THESE MIGHT HAVE BEEN MY BEST YEARS (why didn’t you tell me?!, Why didn’t you tell me?!)
Eb - F - G# - F-G - C ----- F-G- C ------ (switch to major key)
F-G - C F G C
You went away on an adventure, I probably should have done that too
C F G C
Cuz i just stayed in this museum of my memories of you
C F G ------ ----- ---
Sure, I got the house - Sure, you’re all moved out - Sure, I’ll probably sing
F ---- ----- --- --- G --- --- --- --- ----
A different tune with someone else’s lips on my mouth
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10. |
Keep the women happy
03:54
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11. |
Gridlocked
05:26
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Meanderings on the Rat Race Quandary.
Things you need to know:
- Downtown Sacramento's Urban Core is 3 miles squared.
- "Lovers' Leap" is a cliff face, with a lovely hike up the back of it, just south of Lake Tahoe in the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains.
Dminor F Bb F
A subtle rain’s enough to keep the two of us from lover’s leap
Dminor G Bb
And far away from kayaking in shallow lakes nearby
Where motorboats are not allowed and a family begins to crowd
Toward dryer kitchens in cabins they’ve rented near the shore
Far from bored, we imaginate that we’re experts nearing season 8
On The “Let’s Get Crazy Cabin Crew” HGTV show.
And though we know this can’t last forever, a borrowed shelter in stormy weather
We’ll spend this time we have together, making mountain love
F - C D ?
We leave behind all the things that we’ve made
Hoping to find a more meaningful place
A change in perception, a chaotic wave
To wash us right over while we stand brave
A hole in the fence where the roads are unpaved
And ooze with adventure and lead us to caves
I know that we’ll leave here, we’ve people to save
So if there are gods, let me hold this mindframe
(2nd VERSE)
Dminor F Bb F
A town and country odyssey, a wind star voyaging chevy
Dminor G Bb
Astro mini superVan, and the family contained within
Know not if there’s a better way to make happiness stay so they
Promise they’ll return from home when chilly rain submits to snow.
So down the mountain, down they go, a CEO from old Frisco
A thousand up, a single horse, astride atop shiny new Porsche
There’s hella dudes, huge trucks with racks,
extreme bro-brahs in fitted caps with bills to backs, forgot exactly what sport team they’re for
I was born to self Navigate, but ancient instincts get replaced
By embraced races safely leading fastest to my cage where there’s
F - C D - Bb
Three squared Miles, a habitat encasing all the
Things I’ve made and the places where I made them
Three squared miles of easy flat terrain where
F C D (notes back to Dminor)
Three square meals fill body and brain
Dminor Bb F Bb
With just enough to do to numb down the memory
C F C F
Of rainfall mountainside, and being there at night
Dminor Bb F Bb
Hard as I try to keep an inner energy
C F
steeped in Wild Scents,
C F
evaporation happens
C F
unless it’s soaked again.
Dminor Bb F Bb
Nomadic Tribes may pepper my ancestry,
C F C F
But Nurture must win out, cuz I don’t leave the house
but
Dminor F Bb
What would the caveman do? ( I ask myself)
What would the caveman do?
What would the caveman do?
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12. |
Hiking
03:23
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13. |
Mamasong
02:56
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14. |
Depressingly Normal
02:22
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Rocky Rupple wrote the following about this older song:
My friend Dean is very unique and surprising individual. He's highly
intuitive of even the tiniest little nuances that make people human. The songs he
writes carry these nuances to celebratory heights, holding human beings, human
interaction, and life situations on high, regarding them as miraculous and
beautiful. At least, that's how I feel. With funny quarks and anecdotes in
between and proceeding performed songs, he talks about them, their inspiration,
and the people they are about. In doing this, Dean let's us know what is
important to him, how he feels about his life, and how important those feeling are.
Sometimes I sit next to him in front of those lights and he lets me sing along.
Dean Haakenson uses music to celebrate themes and people in his life.
In his song, "Wish I Was," he takes on the voice he observed from a real
life situation, this time he's inspired by his mother and her situation. Although it
was written by one person for one person to perform, this song easily
accommodates a duet for there are two identities depicted in the song. In this
case, it is a man and a woman. Both beings are in the same situation - being
middle aged and still in search for love. Beginning the song with "Oh no, he's
caught in a mid-life crisis" laments to us a cry and recognition of the unfavorable
and unfortunate situation the speaker finds himself in. The first verse depicts the
two characters in similar woeful circumstances. Elements of being older and still
searching for love are depicted here, being the pieces of the current situation that
make it unfavorable. The two voices in this verse calling out the same doleful cry
shows community and congruity in two human beings. Together, in the refrain,
the individuals lament the statement, "I haven't been in love in the longest time,
and I'm all out of wine. I haven't been in love in the longest time." The vocal and
musical qualities of these words augment the feeling of hope one feels when they
hear this part of the song.
Out of the sorrow comes the next verse, one where the music picks up
and vocals are higher. In celebration, a response is delivered to the first verse,
the love being searched for has been found. Hope is prevalent when the refrain
repeats itself, this time the voices are stating, "I hope this love last for the longest
time, 'cause I'm all out of wine. I hope this love last for the longest time."
By the last verse, elements of glory and celebration are prevalent with
upbeat drums, harmonica, and vocals along with lyrics such as "thank the Lord
for random things, for giving me someone to mend my wing, and all the glory that
this love brings, my soul sings, my spirit sings." These lyrics show a positive
outcome born of the woeful beginning difficulties as described in the first verse.
A final declaration of solidity of hope in spite of unfavorable circumstance
is equivocated when the refrain repeats and changes itself for the last time
saying, "I know this will last for the longest time, 'cause you've got a whole lot of
wine, and I know this will last for the longest time." Saying, "I know" instead of "I
hope" is confident evidence supporting the hopes and themes expressed earlier
in the face of deplorable situation.
Within one song, two seemingly crosswise elements, recognition of
despair and declaration of hope, are paralleled. In doing this, the music
manages to assert the latter as the stronger and more justified attitude. Shown
by example of "Wish I Was" written by Dean Haakenson, music is used as a
device to reiterate hope in spite of a poor situation, unifying a group or set of
people, and reiterates the reward of the good things born of hope.
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Pretty Bright Light
02:53
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"Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being."
- Albert Schweitzer
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Well, it’s a
Pretty Bright Light, but it doesn’t need to be.
Any one of us could burn with intensity
enough to make the whole world pause,
jaws dropped, just watching the light show.
Countless little fires, maintaining a flame
ample to attract, yet remain self-contained.
At some point, each one of them will turn unstable.
Some will die down, and some will burn through kitchen tables.
A little fuel can be an addictive thing.
Locked in the light, and you’ve stopped listening.
Harmonies conjured for the roaring, you sing
Louder and Louder
You become your everything.
And then
your light dies down
and you can make out some friends and stranger gawking,
awkwardly standing around.
And you can see inside of each one of them
the neat little fires that are burning within
and the cold-between feeling upon your skin.
You huddle in closer and then it begins.
You ask me if I thought that you were being obnoxious.
Well, maybe just a little, but it’s just what the moment needed
and the tone of your voice was honest and true
and I notice that from inside of you
a few random flickers of flame start licking
upwards and outwards towards me.
And I get a little excited, something inside ignites and
Two Fires become a big big Light.
So Bold Robot, Be Brave, be sated and safe
in the fact that it only takes one spark in a couple of people,
to pull us out from the dark.
Bold Robot, Be Brave, and keep a moderate pace
so you don’t burn out before we get the chance
to let our flames intermingle again.
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Coloma
07:00
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NOTES FOLLOWED BY LYRICS:
- Back and Bridge are two of the original streets in old that little Coloma town area.
- The NISENAN native american tribe were who was in that coloma area when the gold rush came
- when that gold rush happened, and "union town" aka Lotus grew, and Coloma formed, Steven Wright, and The Wellers were of the two biggest store owners who came in selling shovels and stuff
- that line "allured sums of america's sons met needed numbers, boys winning, west won" is reference to a theory that at the time of the gold rush, America's western expansion was in jeopardy with land fights all over the place, with indigenous peoples and such, so some might speculate that the gold rush was not only encouraged, but assisted by burgeoning Americas Political leaders, in an effort to get a ton of "Americans" over here to California to overwhelm the opposing native american people, so that that American Westward Expansion was somewhat aided under the guise of a bunch of entrepreneurs just trying to find gold/money... if that makes sense, this article kinda hits on that - https://www.encyclopedia.com/history/encyclopedias-almanacs-transcripts-and-maps/native-americans-and-california-gold-rush
Coloma - Be Brave Bold Robot
About ten is the latest that you could possibly sleep in ‘cuz that's when the temperature starts risingto that heat that slowly creeps until you have to let it inbrightens every corner it's summer timeand I open up the tent flapand then quickly re-zipI'll leave you bugs alone but avoid my baby's bed, pleaseseveral days of nature making my hair stiffand I've never had a better timeI walk a line down 49
and we all are drawn to where the cold water flows cuz we know that's where much more than food growsI approach the banks and take my place amongst the ranks and I walk into the water wearing all my clothes
They came upon the Nisenan, but they still built Sutter's MillSteven Wright's and the Weller's stores came to serve the buyers' will and Ezra Allen died, and a lot of white folks criedBut they still came down from Union Town To steal what mother had insideColoma, Coloma, I could call you homeColoma, Coloma, I could call you home
Mamas praying miles away, still don’t keep those sins at bayBut what those hills would surely payKept them working all through the dayAnd dancing every night, gambling clothes by firelightA bawdy brother brawl delightLike the shiny rays OF greed uniteColoma, Coloma I could call you homeColoma, Coloma, I could call you home
Henry’s big ole fat fruit farmWas seen to crumble under time’s passing charmAnd the Chinese families, God bless their scales,Left to sow seeds in friendlier valesAllured sums of America’s sons met needed numbersBoys winning, WEST WONAnd the quiet corners of Back and Bridgesoothed the anxious rich so they switched to Damming, Traffic Jamming, Boats No SailsAnd our hurried human hubris prevails
And when the air gets as cold as the waterAnd the river folk find new homesYou will feed me stories beyond the scope of my musical mightAnd we will wait for summer to return
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18. |
EVERYBODY POOPS
02:27
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Everybody eats, you got a mouth, it's got some teeth, and then you chew your food to mush, and then down your throat it wooshes.
It's a real sturdy pipe and it puts the food inside your belly, turns it into energy and fat cells and mushy smelly.
Some goes in your bladder so that you can pee it out, and the rest become your poop, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout.
Everybody poops, and there are many kinds of toilets, and sometimes there is no toilet and you poop into the ground
like the monkeys and the cows, sometimes there's an outhouse
and some of us have toilets with the water in its mouth
and it swallows down your poo poo and the pipes carry it out of your house
and if you're near a city then what happens to your poop
once you poop it in the toilets mouth and flush it down its throat:
out your house, the pipes come out
and all the house pipes meet in the middle of the street
and the big pipe takes your poopy water to the place where it can be cleaned
and before you know it's back in your hose and you're watering all your tomatoes so you can eat.
it's a cycle, see! :
You take some food, put it in your hole, goes down your pipe, then you go to school.
then you take a poop, put in the hole, goes down the pipe, and away it goes!
BACK IN YOUR HOSE.
*FART NOISES*
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19. |
Our Circus
02:25
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20. |
A Vague Song
03:48
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21. |
Morgen Michelle
03:53
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Growing up, I never had a room of my own
But now, the coop has been flown
I go to school, and I got a kinda nice job
Got some pretty good roommates and mom doesn’t call so much
The other day, I was in the basement
There was a door I had never seen before.
I thought good thoughts, pushed it and the light shown in.
It alighted on a letter, that read:
Dearest Violet Edison:
This is a Love Poem. I just wanted to Say, if the world were to end today, and I was the only one left, the first headstone that I’d erect, of the millions, would be yours. And it would read
( she had a book that changes lives on the back of her toilet. And she saw what once was wise in the eyes of everyone she met. And she never pointed fingers, and she kept her pallet wet. Thus she died, self applied, absent of regret )
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23. |
Grammasong
03:49
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25. |
The Gambler into 2 raps
08:08
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26. |
Hecka Stuff I and II
03:57
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