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Ain't That Time
03:40
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Ain’t That Time
(© 2001 Walter Ehresman)
Ain’t that time....................takes more days to feel ok;
Ain’t that time....................a few more grey hairs today;
Ain’t that time....................and all these kids with their tribal scars
Ain’t that time....................think that I came from a police car, and
[chorus]
Oh, Bobby asked his momma if this really could be the end;
Between their rehab and their Jesus and their kids, you know there’s been an attrition of friends;
and oh, there’s nothing like divorce to make you wonder if you can start again;
Shooting headfirst down the barrel of the wrong side of the curve, I’m just a salmon in a youthful trend.
Ain’t that time....................stagnation in my salary;
Ain’t that time....................my home ain’t what it used to be;
Ain’t that time....................standard of living is slippin’ down–
Ain’t that time....................three flights of stairs in a funky part of town, and
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Spin It
04:25
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Spin It
(© 2001 Walter Ehresman)
Big boys are so shameless,
so ruthless and so slick;
On the TV, they’ll be twisting
the promise without the lick.
Lonely at the bottom,
though I’m here with all my friends;
They say it all runs downhill;
When I look up--I see the end.
[chorus]
There is no truth, there is only expediency;
Spin it.
The hat you wear tomorrow
is not the hat you wear today;
I think I’ll leave my ears at home
‘cause I know what you’re gonna say.
Heard you wonder why the bad guy
always wins out in the end;
Once hypocrisy hit the mainstream,
if you don’t scream--you’re hosed, my friend!
if you don’t scream--you’re hosed, my friend!
if you don’t scream--you’re hosed, my friend!
[chorus]
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Rain Down Like Dr. Phibes
(© 2000 W. Ehresman)
You poke me with that stick again, buddy, and you’re gonna pull back with a stub;
All those octopus suits, with The Man in cahoots, have brought things to the crux of the rub;
I know that you’re quick, you’ve got the moves of a tick, and you cultivate a Teflon style;
But the things that you do, and the stench that ensues, have got you walkin’ down the Terminal Mile.
[chorus]
A rain of toads, with a curse on your bones, to make you wish that you were never alive;
You know that I’m gonna rain down on you, rain down like Dr. Phibes.
I got a trace on your slithering conniption, with an eye in the sky above;
You’ve hit the worst high in low-down judgment since Sandra woke up with Bob;
When you stepped in my space, I felt your karma displace as you sunk into my pit of despair;
And I know that you think that you know what you think, but I think you’re gonna find yourself there.
It makes me sick, all the sins you inflict, and now you’re tryin’ to flick it on me;
But if you value your health, you’ll keep that stuff to yourself, or I’ll remove you from polite society.
You run in packs, ain’t never had the backbone to walk solo in the light of the day;
and I know that first step is so hard for you to take, so I think that I’ll just help you on your way.
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Now We're Through
04:51
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Now We’re Through
(© 2000 Walter Ehresman)
You said I had it coming,
and you probably were right;
But at this point in the battle
I know the truth is outta sight;
And I know you gotta know, babe,
that the mud sure sticks to you;
But the times they are a’changin’,
and I’m thinkin’ now we’re through.
[chorus]
Now we’re through to the other side;
No concrete bunkers--got nothing to hide;
Rip your spleen right outta your side;
Save it in a bottle of formaldehyde;
And it’s true.....it might effect your health--
all those years keeping things to yourself;
Conquer by force and conquer by stealth;
A million mean triumphs as a measure of wealth;
And I know......it ain’t nothing new--
all the ugly things that we put each other through;
You’re aiming at me while I’m aiming at you;
A million tortured souls.......but now we’re through.
I said that this aggression
may be passive but it’s strong;
And just because you’re quiet, girl,
doesn’t mean that you’re not wrong;
And I know that my frustration’s
got me doin’ bad things too;
This boil, its got to bust, babe,
and I’m thinkin’ now we’re through.
[chorus]
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In My Master's House
04:34
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In My Master's House
(© 2000 Walter Ehresman)
In my master's house, they don't think I see it;
In my master's house, they don't think I can understand;
In the night, I hear it--laughter leaks from under the door;
Economic entity--my master is not a living man.
In my master's house, they wallow in prosperity;
In my master's house, what they have they took from me;
When I was a young man, there were things not said out loud;
Now they strut and give no lip-service to equality.
[chorus]
Evil corporation--global (we are slaves, we must break free)
Evil corporation--national (we are slaves, we must break free)
Evil corporation--the state (we are slaves, we must break free)
Evil corporation--local (we are slaves, we must break free)
In my master's house, I see it happen everywhere;
In my master's house, I will not follow diversion;
I will spend my life pointing to nude emperors;
Man was never meant to be ruled by a legal fiction.
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The Ballad of the Solo Collective
(© 2000 Walter Ehresman)
When I go out West to Burn in the sun,
I don’t have to bop alone to have my fun;
You know I got to tell ya there’s some real nice people out there;
They put a cool, cool feeling in the air;
You know we work this thing together so that everybody’s got what they need;
You know we do this thing Collective as we dance away from anger and greed.
Toolin’ through the hurricane, groovin’ in the dust;
Swimming ‘cross the playa on a wave of elation and lust;
From all across the planet we converge on the rock that is black;
Feelin’ good to have your posse at your back;
So if you’re thinkin’ ‘bout a trip out to the desert for a thing that is new--
You don’t have to go alone because the Solo Collective’s here for you.
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The Poison Pill
04:26
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The Poison Pill (©2000 Walter Ehresman)
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Club Moon
05:58
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Club Moon
(© 2001 Walter Ehresman)
Club Moon............swim out on the dusty ocean;
Club Moon............offer up that magic potion;
Club Moon............come pursue that pink commotion;
Club Moon............Oh, Club Moon.
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I Must Be Doing Something Wrong (Or Something Right Backwards)
(© 2000 Walter Ehresman)
Communication’s lacking;
This planet doesn’t feel right to me
(or maybe it’s just the people--I like the animals just fine).
My brain it won’t stop racking (I hear some people sleep);
I must be doing something wrong, or something right backwards.
Is it moral evolution?
Or an act of self-delusion?
Or am I cruisin’ for contusion?
Time-travel posse retribution?
Some people say you gotta be Downtown to play this shit;
Hell, I’ve never even been there!
I’m rooted in this backwards place;
Is it “splendid isolation,”
or just some guy with no friends?
I must be doing something wrong,
or something right backwards.
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Sleeping in a Box of Thunder (© 2000 Walter Ehresman)
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A Soul Called Desolation
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A Soul Called Desolation
(© 2001 Walter Ehresman)
They say when folks get married, there’s a role each must fulfill--
he’s hoping that the girl won’t change, and she’s gambling that he will.
I’d heard that old saw often, but you know we’re not like them--
we’ll be the first in history with no secret fires to tend.
So the ring, it was delivered, and the veil, it dropped away;
And the things I thought you valued are the things you scoff today;
And I never did become that man your hidden heart did seek,
and resentment snuffed the candle out, and that love is history.
[chorus]
The time for anger and the time for tears has passed us by;
And as the red and blue clouds part, I can glimpse the reason why,
with so many things I thought were true now long since blown away,
that we got and stayed together for seven years instead of days:
We were born with a soul called desolation, we just see the world that way.
It’s funny how the years roll past, and things just stay the same;
And money’s spent, and plans are made, like everything’s OK;
And my friends have all stopped asking why I’ve come again alone;
And my skin, it just feels hollow, and I’m just this far from gone.
[chorus]
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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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