Devotion EP

by Austin J Kaufmann

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released December 19, 2015

Recording and Sound Engineering: Ryan Wert (Elm Street Recording)

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Austin J Kaufmann Lansing, Michigan

The Dangling Participles are an acoustic music trio from Lansing, MI.

Members include:

Austin Kaufmann (vocals, guitar, harmonica, resonator, mandolin)

Tamiko Rothhorn (vocals, cornet, ukulele)

Larry Zwier (vocals, guitar)

Tim Patterson (bass, octave mandolin)

Tyler Case (percussion)

Former Members:
Maggie Vosters (vocals)
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Track Name: Devotion
In your little black dress,
You cut quite a figure,
But you can’t hide your distress.
I wonder what was the trigger.
You’re feeling small, you step out in the hall.
But please don’t run for the exits, oh no.
I need to give you my last full measure of devotion.

In that string of pearls,
You look so mid-century.
You’re such a pretty little girl
Without the slightest sense of me.
You’re looking at your phone, but you’re still all alone.
It ain’t love if he texts it, oh no.
He’ll never give you his last full measure of devotion.

You misunderestimate your charm –
The whole room’s entranced by you.
Girl you got me muterized, turned around, and paralyzed.
How can I get close to you?

Don’t need no six-inch heels.
You stand tall already.
You’re like a magnet, I’m steel.
Draw me strong, slow, and steady.
You head for the door, I’m the fresh air you’re looking for.
And I’m suddenly next to you.
Can I give you my last full measure of devotion?
Track Name: Isabel
Let me paint you a picture. Let me tell you a story
About a lovely, lovely girl who had it all going for her.
She had everything a girl could desire:
Wit, wealth, and her figure, and a will that burned like fire.

Enter: one rich gentleman into the picture.
His eloquent grace and quiet power were quite a mixture.
Now, Isabel, she liked his style. In fact, she was quite taken.
But when he got down on his knee, she said, "I think you must be mistaken."

Oh, poor gentleman. What you gonna do?
Oh, Isabel. The burden of having to choose.

The next to enter the scene: an American in blue jeans.
An honest man, with an honest face, if you know what I mean.
Well, he chased Isabel across the deep blue sea.
But she nearly laughed in his face when he offered her that ring.

Oh, poor American. What you gonna do?
Oh, Isabel. The burden of having to choose.

And when the time was ripe for her to choose a man,
She was led to believe that it was all her plan.
The man that she, or fate, then chose just wanted her money.
You may say that it's a cruel world, or ironic, or just plain funny.

Oh, Isabel. What you gonna do?
Oh, Isabel. The burden of having to choose.
Track Name: Grain Against the Stone
Skeleton wood, the slate within the storm
A figure in a hood, the fog, the form

Smoke in the air, a pheasant’s feather
And everything bends around the weather

The snap, the step, the brook, the stone
Where the Ottawa slept, the grain, the bone

A Summer Place, nineteen fifty-nine
Call it a November Place, yours and mine

The lake, the swale, the dune is overgrown
Bayberry trail, the grain against the stone

Iroquois on the rill haunt Sleepy Hollow
Descend the Battenkill, hard and shallow

Negatives of glass, sepia tones
Roots of sassafras, the last train home

O Verão do Amor, O Verão de Quarenta e Dois
Sinta eles em uma luva aquecida por você
Track Name: Double Trouble
I ain’t supposed to know you from Adam.
You ain’t supposed to know me from Eve.
You say you want to stay tonight,
But you know you gotta leave.
You are trouble, and double or nothin’
You got something up your sleeve.
So leave me be. Don’t make this harder.
You’d better start actin’ a little bit smarter.
No more comin’ ‘round for my sweet kisses,
better get on home to your little missus now.

Now is not the time for you tellin’ me
about the finer points of fidelity.
‘Cause if there’s a block you ain’t been around,
It sure as hell ain’t in this old town.
You are trouble, and double or nothin’
You’re thinkin’ ‘bout inviting me in.
So open this door. Don’t make break in,
If you think I won’t, baby, you’re mistaken.
You might fool the other folks in town,
But just as much as me you like it when I come around.

‘Round about now you interject
‘bout livin’ a life without regrets.
But put yourself in my pretty shoes,
You’re not the only one who’s got somethin’ to lose.
You are trouble, and double or nothin’
You really haven’t thought this through.
Now I ain’t gonna lie: my body’s achin’,
But now is not time: you got a wife a’waitin’
So walk away, pretend we never met,
Before I do something else I’m a’gonna wanna forget.

Forget about guilt and conscience.
To hell with wrong or right.
Don’t worry ‘bout what other people say,
It’s just you and me here tonight.
Yeah, I’m trouble, but double or nothing,
Trouble’s what you really want.
That’s right, baby, open up the door,
Just like you done every time before.
Now, baby, ain’t you a pretty sight!
Just as much as me you’ll be glad I stayed tonight.

That’s right, baby, open up the door,
Just like you done every time before.
Now, baby, ain’t you a pretty sight!
Just as much as me you’ll be glad I came tonight.

Tonight I don’t wanna be alone.
Don’t worry, baby, I ain’t going’ home.
Come inside this door before I change my mind.
I hope you’re ready for a mighty fine time.
This is trouble. But double or nothing’
Trouble’s what you wanted to find.
I ain’t gonna lie, my body’s achin’
Thinkin’ ‘bout the sweet love, we’ll soon be making
Now, baby, ain’t you a pretty sight!
Just as much as me, you’ll be glad I stayed tonight.
Track Name: Quarter Till June
Half past May and a quarter 'til June
Took forever coming, yet it came too soon.
The little voice inside my head said, "Look out, buddy. You are dead."
But I didn't listen and now I'm wishing, I'd’ve heeded what he said.

Doo, doo. Be true to yourself.

Way past sense, I'm in over my head.
And there's a great big cloud of guilt over my bed
’Cause my body started groovin' a little faster than my head was movin',
And now I am paying the price for my playing on ice.

Doo, doo. You do it to yourself.

Yes I know I've got to go solo.
But I can't to save my soul.
Oh my, why do I have to go solo?
I guess just to save my soul.
Oh, good-bye, baby. Baby, good-bye.
Good-bye, baby, don't you cry.

What's past is past is cast in stone,
And there's no use digging up them bones.
Since I know I am forgiven, I guess I should get back to livin',
But coping is tougher than moping, and moping is rough, rough enough.

Doo, doo. You do it to yourself.

Yes I know I've got to go solo.
But I can't to save my soul.
Oh my, why do I have to go solo?
I guess just to save my soul.
Oh, good-bye, baby. Baby, good-bye.
Good-bye, baby, don't you cry, cry, cry.
Track Name: Safe
The sun is down, but the lights are on—and you’re safe.
Everybody’s feelin’ well, and there’s cookie smell—you’re safe.
Never mind the stories; turn off CNN.
They don’t know a thing about us; they’re not listenin’.
The only thing that matters, we already know.

There’s an easy chair. Settle down in there—you’re safe.
Your grandma calls, snow begins to fall—and you’re safe.
Never mind the Weather Channel; they just want a storm.
Go make some angels, look in on the warm.
If you want me to start a fire, just let me know.

Never mind aggressive vexations to the spirit.
They live in a different world; we just won’t go near it.
Maybe someday they’ll discover what we already know.

The day is done, Reading Rainbow’s on – you’re safe.
You’ll see your friends at school, I promise you’ll all be safe.
Never mind the preachers; God ain’t that kind of guy.
He doesn’t sweat the small things, neither do your dad and I.
You’ll always have a home with us, I hope you know.
You’re safe. You’re safe. You’re safe.