(We started out reading some James Joyce and as it turns out, James Joyce is just terrible books)

Well I suppose it's too much to ask
for you to reflect on a moments past yourself
Yeah, I suppose it's too tall a glass
for you to turn it down and let the moment pass yourself
Low hanging fruit

I pour a class of whiskey
I pour a glass of wine
I pour it down my throat 
so I can feel alright
I pour a glass of whiskey
I pour a glass of wine
so I can feel oooooooo.....

Well I suppose it's too much to ask 
for you to shut your mouth and let the moment pass yourself
Yeah, I suppose it's too tall a glass
for you to think a thought you think that you thought for yourself
low hanging fruit

I pour a class of whiskey
I pour a glass of wine
I pour it down my throat 
so I can feel alright
I pour a glass of whiskey
I pour a glass of wine
so I can feel oooooooo.....

The Bullgoose

"Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine" was originally written by Guy Hemric and Jerry Styner and performed by The Supremes as the theme for the 1965 film Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine.

Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine

This song features Alan Anderson on the Hammond Organ and Locke Bowers on vocals.
Alan's soundcloud:  https://soundcloud.com/alan-anderson

You dig a hole
and then you plant the seeds
but the seeds won't grow in the weeds
you've got to dig another hole

Well, my goose is cooked 
strung up and run out of town
That angry mob, they do not want me around
They clap their hands and they stomp their feet
so grab your torch and pitchforks and hit the streets

You dig a hole
and then you plant the seeds
but the seeds won't grow in the weeds
you've got to dig another hole

I've got eyes like knives
cutting through a pumpkin pie
I've got breath like death's doorstep
make you tear up and cry

You dig a hole
and then you plant the seeds
but the seeds won't grow in the weeds
you've got to dig another hole

Dig Another Hole (feat. Alan Anderson And Locke Bowers)

Salt And Seaweed

A heavy girl in the end days.
I know the bigger the bones the bigger the soul.
Skinny bird in a bad way.
She's getting carried away when the wind starts to blow
and the waters rise
and the glaciers shrink
I need a heavy girl who's too fat to sink.

I wanna, wanna, wanna hear the house shake underneath her foot
while the earthquakes and the oceans cook.
A heavy girl in the end days.

The old ways are gone. 

I wanna, wanna, wanna hear the house shake underneath her foot
while the earthquakes and the oceans cook.
A heavy girl in the end days.

Heavy Girls

Marzipan

Well, Moses stood by the Red Sea shore
and he smote the water with a 2 x 4.
If I could I surely would stand by the rock were Moses stood, alright.
The pharaohs army got drowned.

Well, Mary wore three links of chain
and on every link was Jesus' name.
The old devil got mad 'cause he lost a soul that he thought he had.
The pharaohs army got drowned. 

When I get to heaven, gonna scream and shout.
There ain't nobody gonna keep me out. 
I'm gonna walk through the gates and kick off my shoes.
Run about glory telling all the news, alright. 

The pharaohs army got drowned.

Pharaoh's Army Got Drowned

Sticky fingers on a purple hand.
Pluck a plum like a rubber band. 
Got a scrubby shrub crawling through the sand.
Bright fruit so ripe, I can barely stand.

Have you ever seen something that you'd rather put on your toast?
I don't know. 

Wise men come from miles afar
Melchoir, Gaspar, and Balthasar,
Come to gaze on my stakes of jelly jars
I got the Beach Plum Jam and my roadside bar.

Have you ever seen something that you'd rather put on your toast?
I don't know.

Beach Plums

My visions getting blurred and I gotta go.
Brown brother Coltrane's waiting in my car.
Well my heart is heaving in my chest.
I need to go and get a good nights rest.

A cold sweat dripping down my back means it's time for me to leave. 

Well my heart is heaving in my chest.
I need to go and get a good nights rest.

I Gotta Go

Comet Butterfield's House of Ghosts

I made this little fella for The Morning Deuce radio program, which you can listen to every friday from 9:00-1:00 on http://blackskyradio.com/

News!!!

Old Butternut? He couldn't hurt a fly.
Honest to goodness. 
He might have a temper like a hot-blooded Spaniard but all his teeth fell out years ago. 
Sure, he'll gum at you something furious but to tell you the truth, most people find that's not so bad.
Down right pleasurable even.  

Pudding Dickenson

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