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Hold Me Down
04:03
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Hold Me Down
(© 1997 lyrics--Walter Ehresman; music--Scott Brannock/Walter Ehresman)
[chorus]
Hold me down and rub that stuff on me.
I don't need your approval, and don't say that I do;
Just 'cause I do just what you say don't mean that I have to.
Your Cheshire smile don't mean a thing--I take a smaller view:
I don't need companionship--one half is half too few.
My aura is so beautiful--Nirvana is routine;
My center is so centered that Mahatma's face is green;
My chakra ain't infected and my bowels are just serene, and
I don't need your permission to be heard and not be seen (but)
[chorus]
I can dance alone just fine (at least I think I do)
My confidence is so sublime (I don't know what to do)
Ego walks the Golden Mile (in tacky platform shoes)
self-image is just self-contained (I put the blame on you)
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You Knock the Stuffing Outta Me
(©1998 Walter Ehresman)
You put the glide in my stride; You put the shine on my hide;
You got me walkin' bow-legged just to keep you satisfied.
Oh yeah....It's not a sight you wanna see.
Oh, this friction ain't no fiction, baby--you knock the stuffing outta me.
Well, the action is fast but the motion is slow--
You got to turn me 'round and point me so I'll know which way to go;
Oh, no....Don't want no further injury.
I'm tryin' to play it like a veteran, baby--you knock the stuffing outta me.
[break]
When you tell me to jump, you know I'll ask you "how high?";
When you tell me to yell, you know I don't have to try;
When you bend me like Gumby, you know I'll do the best I can,
'cause a woman like you can put a vice on a man.
With your bodacious bod-works and your devious smile,
You know I may not survive this, but I'm goin' out in style!
Oh, yeah....There ain't no place I'd rather be;
You know I'm primed for reenlistment, baby--You knock the stuffing outta me.
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A Six-Pack to Go
01:54
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Who Are You
05:42
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Sway
04:50
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It Makes No Difference
06:17
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It'll Take a Long Time
05:23
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U.S. Blues
04:29
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One More Cup of Coffee
06:29
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There Stands the Glass
03:21
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Auld Lang Syne--Dancing Japanese Robot version
(traditional; arrangement by Walter Ehresman)
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The Alien Nematode
(© 1995 Walter Ehresman)
Well an ugly thing it happened,
last November 'round this block:
the soundbyte worked its miracle, and
we took it in the jock.
And the men who smile when others sweat
would surely do it without pay;
to strut the halls and pull the strings
and make us look the other way.
[chorus]
"A petition comes before us now"
The ecology will explode!
"But I think we're gonna have to let in the alien nematode."
"At 70 years old, I feel, that
my company and me
only need 8 years, no more than 10,
to ensure my pedigree."
"And when my snout raise from the trough,
and the spacious skies are gone--
I will sing 'My Country Tis of Thee'
and leave you to the things I've done."
[chorus]
The experts say it shouldn't come in:
parasitical overload!
"But I think we're gonna choose to let in the alien nematode."
It seems like its been centuries
since 2 and 2 made 4;
decision-maker kneepads crouch
at the foot of the gilded whore.
And if we can't distinguish
what it is from what it seems,
then we all deserve an iron lung
on this orbiting latrine.
[chorus]
The fish, the Gulf, the boats will die;
"But the check is in escrow."
So I think we better learn to love the alien nematode.
[break]
Well I look for spark behind their eyes, humanity or guilt or soul;
But their lizard lids, they do not blink--just two quicksand vacant holes.
Well, the critters they are here now,
and it seems that we'll adjust:
to play the gracious hosts for them
as we sit at the back of the bus;
And the Chairman and the nematodes
have no regrets, you see--they've
formed a symbiosis, and are
steaming for the China Sea.
[chorus]
The creatures swam right up inside
and made a comfy home;
Of the two of them, I pity most the alien nematode.
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Walter Ehresman San Miguel De Allende, Mexico
Called "the quintessential Austin DIY artist" by famed local disc jockey Charlie Martin , Walter Ehresman was an eccentric presence in the Austin music scene from the '80s until his 2015 move to Mexico. A prolific songwriter, multi-instrumentalist and recording artist...and a restless musical spirit, always looking for something new, expressed with fearlessly honest, socially-conscious lyrics. ... more
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