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The Money People Ruin Everything
(© 2019 Walter Ehresman)
Searchin’ for that chillin’ place to lay your head in righteous space;
Soak it in—the price is right, the people nice—it’s paradise.
Then one morning—what’s that sound? The spoilers have all come town!
The money people ruin everything
--Gonna rip up all the natural green;
The money people ruin everything
--Luxury condos for a gentry scene.
Seems our life is chasing down these pockets greedheads haven’t found;
But you sleep with one eye open, waiting for that shoe to drop;
You could bust your gut from hopin’; developers—they will not stop!
The money people ruin everything
--Real estate vampires wall-to-wall;
The money people ruin everything
--Time to grease up another city hall.
The money people ruin everything
--Come on, brothers, let me hear you sing;
The money people ruin everything
--Swarm of locusts with their lame-ass bling.
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Sing Out for the Barnhouse Effect
(© 2019 Walter Ehresman)
If you’d told me 20 years back
that I’d be on the run from each and every sack
of crap with a gun, be they country or kin,
I wouldn’t stare at you now like I’d stare at you then.
Well, those generals got a lot more than they bargained for—
with their off-book money and the 51 doors
locked tight in the desert where you better not go,
or you’ll be lab rattin’-sorry, swirling down the data hole. (desaparecido)
You know that 90% that they say we don’t use?
I’ve been working on that problem for a decade or two.
I know all this killin’ is your idea of fun,
but I’ll be sending all your weapons into the heart of the sun.
And if you want to, baby, I can show you how it’s done;
‘cause someone’s got to mind the store long after I’m gone.
It’s a chilling thing to see how mad they can get;
But this global search party hasn’t found me yet.
You and me can teach some others while we keep on the run;
We gotta keep ourselves together, dodge the arrows and clubs.
You know that 90% that they say we don’t use?
I’ve been working on that problem for a decade or two.
I know all this killin’ is your idea of fun,
but I’m sending all your weapons into the heart of the sun.
I know all this killin’ is your acme of fun,
but I’m sending all your weapons into the heart of the sun;
Forever sending all your weapons into the heart of the sun.
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Decisions I Can’t Explain
(© 2018 Walter Ehresman)
Oh no, I know this feeling;
All the holes in time concealing;
Trying to find the point it went off the rails.
Really thought this was all history;
Better blueprints building a better me;
Now I’ve got to check all the parts and the scale.
Seems its happened again;
The evidence is everywhere now;
Gotta glue the pieces together, my friend.
I can’t really complain,
‘cause no one else would have the know-how
to make these decisions I just can’t explain.
Cosmic rays or hypnotism;
Mind control or magnetism;
Trying to find a cause that could spare me the blame.
But I know it’s all just futility;
There really is no greater mystery,
and there ain’t nobody or nothing that I can frame!
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Get On the Boat
05:20
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Get On the Boat
(© 2019 Walter Ehresman)
An ancient culture is looking at you;
They play the long game, not “likes” and YouTube;
Not chasing the West, but they’ll be the boss soon.
Let’s go!
The Orange Man likes the cut of their jib;
No time for the tea leaves while flexing his fib;
Throw out those human rights and that women’s lib;
Let’s go!
Get on the boat—we’ve seen the writing on the wall;
Shack up with your Rosetta Stone—it’s time for deference, y’all;
--Yes, it’s hierarchy time, with an Eastern flair;
--The ripples are here if you don’t go there;
--They’ve bought all our debt, and it’s laissez-faire;
Let’s go!
I see the signs, now, whatever I do;
The sticks are all thrown—not auspicious for you;
And that scar from ’02 now looks Chinese, too;
Let’s go!
Get on the boat—we’ve seen the writing on the wall;
Shack up with your Rosetta Stone—it’s time for deference, y’all;
--Yes, it’s hierarchy time, with an Eastern flair;
--The ripples are here if you don’t go there;
--They’ve bought all our debt, and it’s buyer beware;
Let’s go!
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Well, I (Don't) Declare!
02:28
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Well, I (Don’t) Declare!
(© 2019 Walter Ehresman)
You wanna be all things to all men (you sell more stuff that way);
But when you flatter every person you meet, we can’t believe a single word that you say;
Oh, been a long time comin’--wasn’t feeling so well
‘bout this web of associations, and I think you can tell
Battle lines need to form up, people;
Gotta say that it’s way past time;
Can’t afford those workin’ the middle—
maximize the payday while you talk from both sides.
You’re painting portraits of Reagan and Rand, then you whisper that it don’t mean a thing;
But your blurbs praise ‘em high to the heavens with the sales-pitch that you loudly sing.
Oh, I’m sure the money’s better doin’ business that way,
but your soul’s in hock to your eyeballs, until you enter the fray.
Big money is steady as poison—
all those red hats (with some DINOs on the side);
Way over here, we try to do what we can do;
With two-faced schmoozers makin’ money on the ride.
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…..and here it comes again (Parts I & II)
(© 2018 Walter Ehresman)
Collective disassociation, baby—traumatize your mind;
Population regression—separate the pulp from the rind
(and here it comes again).
Real receptor implosion--prioritize you blind;
Herd behavior infection, baby—gonna scramble to your place in the line
(and here it comes again).
Authoritarian orgasm, baby—you feel it’s way past time;
Moral annihilation—initiate the hate that festers inside
(and here it comes again).
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Silent Crossings
05:39
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Silent Crossings
(© 2019 Walter Ehresman)
Rumbles, but no blast……it could be so many things;
Accustomed to the klaxon when danger’s in the long grass;
The years re-weight the scale…….put filters on reflection;
But crossings of the paths unveil the wounds that last,
and strip away the pearl of healing.
Such a funny thing, this tangle of gray matter;
A maze that pulses softly……we cannot see the pattern;
Infinity of sparks relay—a lightning storm, to me opaque—
I trace into a dead-end street, too proud today for my defeat;
The universe ignores such clatter.
Silent crossings……….no disturbance;
Ripples will not cross the surface of the time so past between us;
Underneath the underplay, now softly (just a vibration) will I say……..
We lock our eyes before the time of strangers meeting;
Amidst the scrambled flash, I cannot read your face;
The closing space demands decisions in the instant;
Our lips, they make no sound……our eyes show words unfound
of fear or of entreating.
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For the Sense of No Sense at All
(© 2019 Walter Ehresman)
The message said we were overrun;
Falling back on all sides;
The Barons’ men have us out-gunned;
Leaflets fall from the sky.
Communications are compromised—
official lies on TV;
All reserves have been mobilized—
but will they answer our plea?
We know we cannot surrender;
We know some lines should not fall;
But hold me tight, and we’ll dance through the night
for the sense of no sense at all.
A soldier cries that it’s no use,
as they wheel him away;
Another says they’ll be no truce,
‘cause money must get its way.
But still we fight every morning;
And we fight through the day;
But deep in the night lies the warning
of human nature’s true face.
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Now I Take My Leave
04:15
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Now I Take My Leave
(© 2019 Walter Ehresman)
I must take my leave of Eva—
fallen some ways away from bottom lines and clean tomorrows.
It’s so hard these days to see her;
Anger boiling inside--digging holes away from good things she knows.
Stolen promises—centuries and more;
Hard eyes working ‘til they find you, taking all the things that make a home.
So now I take my leave of Eva;
One last look goodbye—a red mist rising from sea to shining sea.
All those years I worked to save her—
but it’s all that we can do, ‘til those working days are through.
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Songs For No One To Hear
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Songs For No One to Hear
(© 2018 Walter Ehresman)
Writing songs for no one to hear;
In a soundless drop just deep enough to let no trace appear.
You might say “the purpose seems unclear”;
Writing songs for no one else to hear.
Creating to survive the blows of life, and celebrate for those
pure moments when the weight, it falls, and I can float again.
In that sense, the world out there
it has no place that I should care, but still I send them all up to the wind……
Writing songs for no one to hear;
In a soundless drop just deep enough to vanish in thin air.
You might say “don’t think in terms of ‘fair’”;
When writing songs for no one else to hear.
The work is done, the bells ring out; The hope of now, the past of doubt;
‘Cause no one like to feel the fool who fails to learn once again.
Ignored into the same despair that every time awaits me there,
until the day I slowly raise the pen…….
Writing songs for no one to hear;
In a soundless drop just deep enough to think there’s nothing there.
You might see some kind of future where:
Writing songs for someone else to hear;
Writing songs for no one else to hear;
Writing songs for only you to hear.
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Por Alma
03:53
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Por Alma
(© 2019 Walter Ehresman)
That smile, soon to come;
Time ticks so slowly by—
I can make it ring if I try tonight.
My heart rolls the drum;
Feel that quick step in my stride;
A better feeling rising deep inside won’t hide.
Your eyes chart my days;
Waiting ain’t my finest skill—
but for you I’ll make time stand still tonight.
When I catch your gaze—
a sharp current shoots through until
a fine sensation that my heart is filled with light.
And this day—friends all around you—
celebrate ‘cause we love you so;
Then steal a moment together;
Let our eyes say all there is to know.
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Last Words
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Last Words
(© 2019 Walter Ehresman)
Last words—hard to plan; don’t know rate of sand;
Not consulted when we go.
Leaving something to carve on the stone--
steering how we’ll be known.
Might be better living that way—
reflected in anything we might say;
Writing our epitaphs each day;
Actions before we’ve gone away.
Easier said than done; I’m not a special one—
roll the rock right up that hill;
Lifetime venture again every day—
another chance to mold the clay.
Legacy is not the driver, ‘cause when you’re gone, you’re gone;
Ego is the snare that holds us—poisons our life song.
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Now I Take My Leave
(© 2019 Walter Ehresman)
I must take my leave of Eva—
fallen some ways away from bottom lines and clean tomorrows.
It’s so hard these days to see her;
Anger boiling inside--digging holes away from good things she knows.
Stolen promises—centuries and more;
Hard eyes working ‘til they find you, taking all the things that make a home.
So now I take my leave of Eva;
One last look goodbye—a red mist rising from sea to shining sea.
All those years I worked to save her—
but it’s all that we can do, ‘til those working days are through.
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The 34 Points of Worry
(from the BBC memo to Monty Python in the later days of the series run)
(© 2019 Walter Ehresman)
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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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