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1. |
Quarter Till June
03:21
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Half Past May (by Austin Kaufmann)
Half past May and a quarter till 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 have heeded what it said:
doo, doo, be true to yourself.
doo, doo, be true to yourself.
doo, doo, ba da BAH da
da da da da dada da
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.
doo, doo, you do it to yourself.
doo, doo, ba da BAH da
da da da da dada da
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, be true to yourself.
doo, doo, be true to yourself.
doo, doo, ba da BAH da
da da da da dada da
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.
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2. |
Double Trouble
03:47
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"Double Trouble" (by Austin Kaufmann)
Her:
I ain’t supposed to know you from Adam.
And 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
Him:
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. fill
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.
Her:
'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.
Him:
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,
it’s trouble that 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.
Together:
It's the last, baby, I open up the door,
It's the same thing I said every time before.
Now, baby, ain’t you a pretty sight!
Just as much as me you’ll be glad you came tonight.
Her: Tonight I don’t wanna be alone.
Him: Don’t worry, baby, I ain’t going’ home.
Her: Come inside this door before I change my mind.
Him: I hope you’re ready for a mighty fine time.
Together:
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 you came tonight.
Just as much as me you’ll be glad you came tonight.
Just as much as me you’ll be glad you came tonight.
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"Driving Slow, Living Slower" (by Austin Kaufmann)
Driving slow, living even slower.
Got the radio tuned to the FM.
I've got half my belongings packed in the backseat,
And the other half's where I left 'em.
One door's busted, and she's a little rusted,
But she still gets from A to B.
Point A is Alpena, Point B Key West:
1400-some odd miles in between.
I started up north, at the top of the mitten.
It's been a good home, but for now that story's written.
And now I'm headed down south, to the bottom of it all,
If this old set of wheels can make the long haul.
'Cause it's a back-roads road-trip, hope-the-engine-don't-explode song...
It's a stop-every-fifty-miles, let-the-engine-rest-a-while song...
So sing-along:
Turn up the volume,
Roll down the windows,
‘Cause summer’s finally here.
Put your shades on
And put the top down.
It’s the best time of the year.
Turn up the volume,
Roll down the windows,
‘Cause summer’s finally here.
Kick your shoes off,
Let your hair down.
It’s the best time of the year.
Driving slow, living even slower.
Singing along with the FM.
No MP3s, no playlists, or CDs,
At the mercy of small town DJs.
Sleeping under the stars, playing little country bars,
Eating breakfasts in small town diners.
I've seen this country's good, bad, ugly, and divine:
But being on the road, there's nothin' finer.
I started up north, in the land of the Great Lakes,
Leavin' behind first loves and heartbreaks.
And now I'm headed down south, horizon's at my fingertips.
We'll see if this old set of wheels can make one last trip.
'Cause it's a back-roads road-trip, hope-the-engine-don't-explode song...
It's a '63-antique, tire's-got-a-slow-leak song...
So sing-along:
Turn up the volume,
Roll down the windows,
‘Cause summer’s finally here.
Put your shades on
And put the top down.
It’s the best time of the year.
Turn up the volume,
Roll down the windows,
‘Cause summer’s finally here.
Kick your shoes off,
Let your hair down.
It’s the best time of the year.
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Renting You Space
04:10
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"Renting You Space" (by Tamiko Rothhorn)
I'm moving slow, pour the milk in a bowl,
And wiping the sleep from my eyes.
My memory finds a scent of you in coffee grinds,
And already, I have realized...
That you're renting space inside my mind.
Wish I could erase the rumination.
But even so, I don’t know if I'm ready to ask you to go,
Despite the trouble I’ve found with you sticking around all the time.
In the space in my mind,
The space in my mind.
Why am I still renting you space
Space in my mind?
Caught my ride, flat phone by my side,
Looking through the windows and the screens.
Pictures flashing by, and it’s you behind my eyes.
And once again, I realize (realize)
That you're renting space inside my mind.
Wish I could erase, the rumination.
But even so, I don’t know if I'm ready to ask you to go,
Despite the trouble I’ve found with you sticking around all the time.
In the space in my mind.
The space in my mind.
Why am I still renting you space...
Space in my mind?
At my desk alone, no one else can hear the drone
That's landed with a whir between my ears.
Your voice and pitch and roll and yaw keep droning on (and on and on)
Your earworm's song is echoing (echoing)
That you're renting space inside my mind.
Wish I could erase, the rumination.
But even so, I don’t know if I'm ready to ask you to go,
Despite the trouble I’ve found with you sticking around all the time.
In the space in my mind.
The space in my mind.
Why am I still renting you space...
Why am I still renting you space...
Why am I still renting you space...
Space in my mind?
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5. |
Isabel
04:14
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"Isabel" by Austin Kaufmann
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.
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6. |
Make Things Great Again
04:23
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"Make Things Great Again" (by Austin Kaufmann)
The kettle’s on the stove, slowly comin’ to a boil.
How long has it been since I’ve polished its tarnished copper?
Time to make it shine again.
Again, shine again, make this tarnished copper shine again.
Dirty laundry’s strewn about, tossed on chairs, on the couch.
How long has it been since I washed jeans I’ve been livin’ in?
But some comfort’s lost when you wash ‘em clean again.
Again, clean again. Yes, some comfort’s lost when you wash ‘em clean again.
Empty bottles on the floor, maybe one or two smashed against that door.
How many nights have we lost? The cost of me not calling you.
Time to make things right again.
Again, right again. Would calling you have made things right again?
I just bought this new guitar; its steel body resonates,
But how long will I miss the familiar feel of my old six-string?
What gets lost when you just buy new again?
Again, new again. What gets lost when you just buy new again?
There’s a pile in the hall of Red and Blue partisan scrawl.
How long has it been since I actually made a contribution?
Time to do my part again.
Again, my part again. Time to do, do my part again.
The news on the TV, the rhetoric’s obscene.
How long till we lose all of our humanity?
What gets lost tryin’ to make things great again?
Again, great again. What gets sacrificed tryin’ to make things great again?
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Blues (I'd Be Lying)
05:18
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"Blues (I'd Be Lying)" (by Austin Kaufmann)
Her:
Some days are blue, and some blues make me
So dazed and confused and so utterly unamused
That I cry out for you in the middle of the night.
Him:
I’ve got one broken promise that I mean to keep.
I barely tested the waters, but now I’m in too deep
To turn around and say, “So long and goodnight.”
Together:
What do you say we don’t get carried away.
Reality is knocking on our door.
I wish I could say that I’d be with you every day,
But I’d be lying like the rug on your floor.
Her:
We both know my friend, that it ain’t gonna be easy.
It ain’t gonna be breezy, but that all depends
On what happens after tonight.
Him:
We must be wise ‘cause we both know time flies.
But it would be futile to try to hide this beautiful
Thing that we’ve been building these nights.
Together:
What do you say we don’t get carried away.
Reality is knocking on our door.
I wish I could say that I’d be with you every day,
But I’d be lying like the rug on your floor.
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For a Lifetime
02:53
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"For a Lifetime" (by Tamiko Rothhorn)
Left my picture in the bedroom, poster on the wall.
Didn’t need to take your number, I’d memorized them all.
I shut the door, said I’d be back, you said “It’s bittersweet,
Because you are a woman now, my job – it is complete.”
You hold my heart for a lifetime (You hold my heart)
Only for a moment, you held my hand. (You held my hand)
You’re my North Star, and when I drift or falter, (If I fall)
You’re there to help me stand.
Piece it all together now, what was handed down
To you, to me, an eternity of wisdom from the clouds.
The lips of mothers long ago sang those lullabies
That ring somewhere inside of me when my own baby cries.
You hold my heart for a lifetime (You hold my heart)
Only for a moment, you held my hand. (You held my hand)
You’re my North Star, and when I drift or falter (If I fall)
You’re there to help me stand.
You hold my heart for a lifetime (You hold my heart)
Only for a moment, you held my hand. (You held my hand)
You’re my North Star, and when I drift or falter (If I fall)
You’re there to help me stand.
You’re there to help me stand.
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9. |
Matisse
03:58
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"Matisse" (by Austin Kaufmann)
Speak to me of the line of passion.
Paint in me a sketch of your love,
Of dancing joy and grace so tender,
In blacks and greys and lavender,
Because here I am the great pretender,
Imagining what your brush could render.
Oh Matisse, were I your canvas, oh.
Create on me something beautiful
To cover up the present pain.
Oh Matisse, were I your canvas, oh.
Though a masterpiece I’ll never be,
My color will never wane.
Speak to me of swirling movement,
Of flattened space and simple shapes.
If you’re the figure, I’d be the ground.
Almost content to just be around.
If I’m silence, you’re the beauteous sound
In which I’ve long since begun to drown.
Oh Matisse, were I your canvas, oh.
Create on me something beautiful
To cover up the present pain.
Oh Matisse, were I your canvas, oh.
Though a masterpiece I’ll never be,
My color will never wane.
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10. |
Breaking News Blues
05:26
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"Breaking News Blues" (By Austin Kaufmann & Tamiko Rothhorn)
I put down the paper,
Turn off the screen.
The clouds are out casting shadows.
I’ve seen all I can stand to see.
I haven’t seen the sun Tuesday, and since then, since then,
Since then, it hasn’t come back out again.
It’s another rainy day,
Another rainy night.
The headlines are stormy.
I’ll wait for change at first light.
I haven’t seen the sun Tuesday, and since then, since then,
Since then, it hasn’t come back out again.
The clouds are hanging over me.
Still you are by my side.
Help me find solace in your company.
Remind me not to hide.
So I put down the paper
And kick off my shoes.
Hold you a bit closer.
I’ve got the breaking news blues.
I haven’t seen the sun Tuesday, and since then, since then,
Since then, it hasn’t come back out again.
The clouds are hanging over me.
But we sing on side by side,
And find strength in good company.
Lord knows we cannot hide.
Ain’t no use cryin’ or just staying mad,
We’ll look to open new doors.
All things considered, things ain’t that bad,
Been down this road before.
So pick up that paper.
Lace up those shoes.
It’s time to leave fear behind us
And leave those breaking news blues.
After morning blue, there’s sunrise, and till then, till then,
Till then… we will not rest til then.
The clouds are hanging over me
But we sing on side by side
And find strength in good company.
Lord knows we cannot hide.
Ain’t no use cryin’ or just staying mad,
We’ll look to open new doors.
Can’t bury our heads in the sand
Or be silent no more.
So keep reading that paper.
Lace up those shoes.
It’s time to leave fear behind us.
And leave those breaking news blues,
Those breaking news blues.
Those breaking news blues.
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11. |
Your Old Guitar
03:55
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"Your Old Guitar" (by Austin Kaufmann)
I found it just where I left it when I left you
All those years ago,
Still in its weathered case, under the stairs,
In this place we once shared and called home.
It ain’t a Martin or a Taylor, no such pedigree,
But, hell, neither are you or me.
And all the best songs I wrote, by far,
I wrote for you on your old guitar.
So long has passed since I’ve known its comfort
I scarcely even remember the feel.
But what memory’s lost, the flesh remembers:
There’s muscle memory ingrained in every
Inch of its body,
And slowly I remember the feel.
And I found you just where I left you when I left town
All those years ago.
I now catch a trace of gray in your hair,
But you still wear it wild and long.
You ain’t a singer or a starlet, no such pretensions,
But you look pretty damn good to me.
And all the best songs I wrote, by far,
I wrote for you on your old guitar.
So long has passed since I’ve known your comfort
That I scarcely even remember your feel.
But what memory’s lost, the flesh remembers:
There’s muscle memory ingrained in every
Inch of our bodies,
And slowly we remember the feel.
Like calluses on steel,
Some things are just too real.
The way fingers walk worn frets,
Some things you don’t forget.
And the best songs I wrote, by far,
I wrote for you on your old guitar.
Yeah, the best songs I wrote, by far,
I wrote for you on your old guitar.
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12. |
Slow Boogie
04:30
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"Slow Boogie" (by Austin Kaufmann)
Haven’t seen you for a long time,
But I think about you every day.
Never thought I’d miss you like I miss you, yes I miss you,
Gonna find you, baby, come what may.
You know, it hasn’t been easy.
And sometimes it’s been downright rough.
But knowing that I’d see you tonight, babe,
Somehow it was just enough.
So get out on the dance floor, make it
Fast, let’s boogie, shake it, baby,
Don’t you hold nothing back.
Let the music take you. Don’t you
Think about your worries. Won’t you
Let loose, and just relax?
Let's boogie now. Let's boogie now.
Slow boogie now. Slow boogie now.
It’s nice to know I’ve got real friends
To whom I can always turn,
Who just wanna be with me
And won’t ask nothing in return,
‘Cause it feels like I’m always giving
Away, a piece of myself, like I’m living
For others, and not myself,
At the expense of my mental health.
So get out on the dance floor, make it
Fast, let’s boogie, shake it, baby,
Don’t you hold nothing back.
Let the music take you. Don’t you
Think about your worries. Won’t you
Let loose, and just relax?
Let's boogie now. Let's boogie now.
Slow boogie now. Slow boogie now.
Well I’ve been due for a change in the weather,
And now that we’re here together.
I just wanna dance with you.
There’s nothing I’d rather do.
Don’t even think of sitting back down
‘Cause the dance floor is bumpin’ around.
Never mind that the ceiling is spinning
‘Cause the fun is just beginning.
So get out on the dance floor, make it
Fast, let’s boogie, shake it, baby,
Don’t you hold nothing back.
Let the music take you. Don’t you
Think about your worries. Won’t you
Let loose, and just relax?
Let's boogie now. Let's boogie now.
Slow boogie now. Slow boogie now.
It’s nice to know I’ve got real friends
To whom I can always turn,
Who just wanna be with me
And won’t ask nothing in return,
‘Cause it feels like I’m always giving
Away, a piece of myself, like I’m living
For others, and not myself,
At the expense of my mental health.
So get out on the dance floor, make it
Fast, let’s boogie, shake it, baby,
Don’t you hold nothing back.
Let the music take you. Don’t you
Think about your worries. Won’t you
Let loose, and just relax?
Let's boogie now. Let's boogie now.
Slow boogie now. Slow boogie now.
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The Dangling Participles Lansing, Michigan
The Dangling Participles are a jazzy indie-folk band from Lansing, MI.
Members:
Austin Kaufmann (vocals, guitars, harmonica)
Tamiko Rothhorn (vocals, cornet, ukulele)
Tim Patterson (bass, piano)
Dan Moreno
(drums)
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