How Will U Shine
Kicks in the Sun
Promenade
A Few Extra Kilos
Last Letter
The Gyroscopic
Moon Gone Down
Red Letter Day
Out on the Vine
Cranky Mulatto
Steeple Full of Swallows
All in the Pack
Flavor on yer Tung
Spivey
Label: Yep Roc
Release Date: July 10, 2007
Recording Location: Austin, TX; Congress House
How Will U Shine
Kevin Russell
Jammin’ on the old cartoons with the swagger of the immune
Sleeping like a fat raccoon/ diabetic on a honeymoon
O baby when it’s a hard time, ooh baby how will you shine
After all the pretty plans I made I been befriended and I been betrayed
Now I’m stewing in my own perfume lonely as a weather balloon
You wanna smell like the roses you wanna ring like a bell
U wanna shine like a TV inspite of yerself
Umanna drink like a chimney u wanna smoke like a fish
U wanna sing like a satellite but here’s the thing about this
Go cry me a river and roll like a wheel
Sit down with yer woman tell her the way that you feel
Kicks in the Sun
Jimmy Smith
I never talked you up
I never shut you down
Bring you up in the mix
What do you bring to the sound?
Now, I would not offer
Any help or advice
Unless you beseech me
Oh honey don’t ask twice
Walkin’ down my street
I’m lookin’ for a hook
I try to locate some soul
In a calculus book
But the fat man fell
And the big boy slid
Put that dog on a leash
Wire him to the grid
Now I got caught
Livin’ outside my means
I’d say they threw me back
Better to give than receive
But that ain’t always the case
It’s hardly ever that slick
I had to swim in the rice bowl
Not the runt, but the pick
Sleep out under the park bench
Live on minimum wage
Down there in the crawlspace
Down there huffin’ the methane
No reason to get excited
It’s only kicks in the sun
Throw a towel to the maestro
He sure had a good run
Promenade
Kevin Russell
Baby I remember the way you held my hand
I tried my best to tell you, but you wouldn’t understand
Now I think about you always and to myself I say yer name
The way we were when forever was just another day
I traded yer sweetness for my loneliness
Yer confidence for my own regrets
Yer simple grace for this disarray
That’s my stock and trade while you promenade
Sometime I’m singing to the ceiling
Sometimes I’m talking to the walls
Sometimes I forget this feeling
Ever mattered at all
But in the evening when the sun’s down
There’s sadness on its way
Like a ghost that knows my address
And where I lay
Somehow my losing just comes natural like a southern democrat
Nostalgia haunts my memory and stands in my path
You promenade to the city, you promenade to the shore
The gentlemen say that you are pretty and promenade round the floor
Now I think about you always and to myself I say yer name
The way we were when forever was just another day
A Few Extra Kilos
Jimmy Smith
Spillage in the morning and again in the night
Spillage to the left of me, I’m gonna catch it on the right
Some say it’s losin’ some call it a gain
Some curse the sunshine then piss on the rain
So take me down mine hourglass
The grains on the bottom represent the past
The gash in the middle no one can suture
Sand on the top well that’d be the future
Take all the guts of the middle ages
And the confessions from the glassed cages
Tie it all together on four stages
Shoot, a fella could have a pretty good time with all that in Vegas
Spillage in the morning and again in the night
Spillage to the left of me, I’m gonna catch it on the right
Some say it’s losin’ some call it a gain
Some curse the sunshine then piss on the rain
Some spills, it’s enough to make me cry
In bombed out shoes I couldn’t walk a mile
At your border with all my senses dulled
Spillin’ out of her top, ooh I’m a greasy gull
Just flowin’ through some window pane
Shed some light on a tired brain
It’s like feedback in the real high K’s
Spill out of my cot, go hit the urine cake
Last Letter
Kevin Russell
If yer low and feelin down
When yer lost and tossed around
You can go and see the man
I know I couldn’t be that strong
Yer last letter was that long
And it took me by surprise
When I read through bleary eyes
Now everything’s all gone
Now everything’s all wrong
When they all deliver their packages of tears
And it makes you different and threads you through fears
You can go and see the man
You can go and buy another ring
Yer last letter was lonely one and it made me wanna cry
It made me feel like the only one
And it made me wanna grieve
Now everything’s all wrong
Now everything’s all gone
Yer last letter was lonely one
And it broke me all to tears
I couldn’t make the words out all that well
It was just enough to tell
Now everything’s all wrong
Now everything’s all gone
The Gyroscopic
Jimmy Smith
Lost my job at the opinionory
Co-workin’ windbags creatin’ drag
Fell behind, you know, coastin’
Easiest money that I ever made
Reincarnated bottle-nosers
Noble creatures of the sea
I threw away a 6-pack ring
That night I had a dream I lost my teeth
All you good people gather ‘round
Get inside the gyroscopic
See her spinnin’ perpendicular
No reason outside is gonna stop it
Save Ulysses for another day
Give it enough time the experts say
Handful of monkeys with typewriters
Will be found passed out in a limousine
So cheer up, the sluts are comin’
The big orgy just a day away
Wake up with Beatrice in the bushes
Only in horniness will we prevail
Moon Gone Down
Kevin Russell
Me and the coke and cigarettes looking at the crack of dawn
I got a house that’s full of lights but I never turn them on
Heater’s broken, moon is going down
Living in a house of blue lights, wolf knocking at the door
Chopping down that cedar tree, looking for a couple more
Bells are ringing, moon is going down
Moon gone down on my porch
inhale and exhale this tiny torch
Built me a boat on a rainy day waiting for my ship to sail
Help my thumb up to the moon, look like I lost my fingernail
Cat’s are crying, moon is going down
Moon gone down on my porch
Inhale and exhale this tiny torch
Sun comes up in the morning, shines on my sleepy head
One time I woke up and found angels all around my bed
Angels angels moon is going down
Red Letter Day
Max Johnston
On and on and by the rules….
The way you came and went with me….
Like a broken Tilta-Whirl…
Is there any chance?
Oh the world is closing in
Oh Im trying to pretend
Is there a way
A better day
Runnin’ rounds a marathon (epic take?)
I’ve got my rosy blinders on (true?)
Now all them roses in the land
I gathered, put ‘em in yer hand
Can you smell or should I? Sniff?
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Is there a way?
A better day?
A better day?
Out on the Vine
Jimmy Smith
Set up shop next to a feed lot
Walking knee high through a pile of slop
Come to terms with my landfill
Bird in the turbine so my vessel spill
When I’m choking gimme the Heimlich
Fibrulator for my tick-tick-ticker
Polk Salat again tonight
Tony Jo say we do alright
Ain’t too much I can plant in this heat
The fruit fell so I could name the tree
Hey, how are you?
Well, I’m doin’ fine
How you like livin’ out on the vine?
I like livin’ out on the vine
Nettles out on my causeway
I’m the bunny I feel no pain
Drop me down on the toll road
Go from high speed to the Morse code
So wrapped up in my membrane
Donations out to the food bank
Feel it out on my keytar
Won’t leave you hangin’ on the last bar
Cranky Mulatto
Kevin Russell
Storm down in the gulf, how hard it’s gonna blow
In the citronella candle glow it’s a cranky mulatto.
Opossum in the tree, devil in the leaves
Mouse done stole the cheese, dog done stole the fleas
Heaven’s radio makes a sound like a brown banjo
Opossum sittin’ in the limbs
Devil gonna wait for him
Steeple Full of Swallows
Kevin Russell
Steeple full of swallows
Hammer in the weeds
heart full of my head
mosquito’s on my feet
You must be the fine hairs
You must be the frown
You must be the reason
All the lights go down
Steeple full of swallows
Smoke in the house
heart full of my head
mud in my mouth
You must be the cinder
You must be the sound
You must be the reason
all the lights go down
All in the Pack
Jimmy Smith
I was gagged, can’t drop no names
I was eatin’ fried eggs with a beer in Heathrow
And I lied, I’ve never seen her before
No, I was at home listenin’ to a box set
You think I’d craze, craze my whole scene
Yeah, I needed the money, but it’s never enough
There was no body and there was no dope
Just a misunderstanding ,and I ain’t a rat so…
Your people overreacted; I said my girl could sell
Shit you don’t want to buy, 90 bucks a barrel
Everybody was willing, not a Cain but an Abel
Just got so greedy, I had to pull out
So when I go to the polls, when I look at the stats
How do we cure a pig, it’s all in the pack
Flavor on yer Tung
Kevin Russell
You got the poison you got to let it drop
You got the reason and it’s the season for the treason
You got to let it drop
The evidence is growin for that flavor on yer tung
Ol cock is crowing, go shootin with yer gun
Sunshine from the sun you gotta get the flavor on yer tung
Arithmetic is sturdy and purity but yer money is dirty
Common of unit of measurement and pleasurement
Somebody randomly selected it
Hey the perpetrator was unscrupulous they wasn’t used to us
Somebody gonna get sued for this
Hey you got the poison and you got to let it drop
Hey you got the poison and you got to let it drop
The evidence is growing for that flavor on yer tung
Spivey
Jimmy Smith
Dr. Spivey with a roll of quarters in his hand
Fightin’ off the bullshit the best he can
Able to sniff out the most complicated scam
Ain’t no doctor he’s a natural man
He’s in the house
Seen him walk out of a paper bag
Dial his momma turn around and call his dad
Eat Rotweiller with some chopsticks
Come over to my place and babysit my kids
He’s in the house
Outta control in a nose dive
Gimme the keys, I’m Spivey, I will drive
Not all of you can fit into my ride
I’m Dr. Spivey, I’m the one who decides
He’s in the house
Dr. Spivey with a roll of quarters in his hand
Last I heard he was in the ground
Roll of quarters what that’s 10 bucks?
No, it’s some fool with his jaw wired shut
He’s in the house
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