Every morning, every morning, every morning, quarter to eight...

Cornfields in Iowa
Doing crank in the tractor
Winter snows and sometimes it shines
I'm at the truckstop most of the time
I drive my pickup with my rifle in back
Like all us men in our green John Deere hats
We don't use 'em like everywhere else
We seem to use 'em to kill ourselves

Des Moines is a pretty good town
But Jefferson beats it ten times around
I went there and done my degree
And naturally, I went overseas
Who needs mountains when you got a car
Who needs a car when you know where you are

I get embarrassed when I talk like this
I only do it when I'm on the piss
I could drive for a hundred years 
And never have to change a gear
A little static on the radio
Some kind of music from years ago


Buddy Holly in Iowa

Cold field in Iowa Buddy Holly

This song was used in the coda of a short film called "Head" (not the Monkees' feature of the same name), for Tropfest.

WHEN YOU'RE A HEAD

RADIATE (liveatRyde)

drown or swim

YOUNG MAN&#39;S HEART - THE SHEIKS (1)

MIDNIGHT RIDE - HOI POLLOI

Cha cha boogie

THOUGHT I COULD RIDE ON THIS PONY FOREVER
TAKING THE HIGH ROAD ALONG THE FRONTIER
THOUGHT THAT MY VISTA  WAS STARTING TO OPEN
WHEN THE TRAIL SEEMED TO DISAPPEAR 
LIKE A WOLF'S HOWL THE TRUTH CAN BE SCARY
STANDING ALONE BETWEEN DESERT AND SKY
FEELING YOUR HOPES FALLING FLAT AS THE PRAIRIE 
AND AS LONG AS THE SUN IS HIGH

HIP, HIP YOUNG WRITER

SPENT TOO MUCH TIME AWAY FROM THE BORDERS
WHERE BEAUTY AND DANGER SHADOW DANCE AT HIGH NOON
THE CRY OF THE WIND WAS PUSHING ME ONWARDS
IN THE GAZE OF A YELLOW MOON
BUT HISTORY AND MYTH ARE WRITTEN BY WINNERS
THE WEAK AND THE CONQUERED ARE CRUSHED UNDERFOOT
I'M SHOOTING OUT WORDS LIKE A DRUNKEN GUNSLINGER
YEAH AN OUTLAW ON THE SEARCH FOR TRUTH

GET IT DOWN, GET IT DOWN, GET IT DOWN
(PAGE AFTER PAGE)
GET IT DOWN, GET IT DOWN, GET IT DOWN
(PAGE AFTER PAGE
RIP IT UP, RIP IT UP, RIP IT UP
(PAGE AFTER PAGE)
RIP IT UP, RIP IT UP, RIP IT UP
(PAGE AFTER PAGE)
THESAURUS IS OUT OF CONTROL
MY CONTROL, MY CONTROL, MY CONTROL

LIFE ON THE EDGE IS ALWAYS A GAMBLE
A POSSE IS LURKING BEHIND EVERY BLUFF
ALTHOUGH THIS POOR COWBOY IS LONGING TO RAMBLE
WELL, SOME METAPHORS ARE NOT ENOUGH
COS LIKE A WOLF'S HOWL THE TRUTH CAN BE SCARY
 STANDING ALONE BETWEEN DESERT AND SKY
FEELING YOUR HOPES FALLING FLAT AS THE PRAIRIE 
AND AS LONG AS THE SUN IS HIGH

HIP YOUNG WRITER - POST (2000)

A Paul Bauern song originally played by The Sheiks recorded on a Teac 4 track  recorder in the early 80s, using an original Dr Rhythm drum machine. I played all the instruments  and sang it - I wasn't sure of all the words so I massively echoed the vocals using the tape sync switch on the recorder and made up a word here and there. This mix was dubbed from a cassette. 

DEFEND MY HOME

Written by Marcus Phelan, sung by Justine Harrison, from the album "Another Fine Mess" (2000)

NO USE COMPLAINING COS I'VE MADE UP MY MIND
LIFE WITH YOU IS BORING SO STOP WASTING MY TIME
I'M GETTING OUT
NOTHING LEFT TO SAY
I'M GETTING OUT
GET OUT OF MY WAY

YOUR VOICE IS ANNOYING AND YOUR FACE IS A SIN
YOU REALLY LOOK LIKE SOMETHING THAT THE CAT HAS DRAGGED IN
I'M GETTIN OUT
NOTHING LEFT TO SAY
I'M GETTING OUT
GET OUT OF MY WAY

I COULD FAKE IT FOR A WHILE
GRITTED TEETH BEHIND THE SMILE
BUT NOW I'VE HAD ENOUGH
YOUR TIME IS UP

NO USE PRETENDING THAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND
IT'S NOT THAT I'VE STOPPED BUYING
I'M JUST CHANGING MY BRAND
I'M GETTING OUT
NOTHING LEFT TO SAY
I'M GETTING OUT
GET OUT OF MY WAY

YOUNG MAN'S HEART - THE SHEIKS (1)

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