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Can’t You Shoot Straight?
(© 2018 Walter Ehresman)
Might be a target on my forehead;
May be a bullseye on my heart;
Might be I teed it up for everyone to lay into it.
Surfin’ down the time wave, through the jungle of the people, to be here;
Just tryin’ to be clear—and you can hang me for the things I’ve said.
Rolling down the valley of a hundred golden dreams of our future;
We’re all receivers if we just tune in our heads.
A little empathy—you’d think we asked for so much more…….
Hide away all the things to say that might find a way to be less afraid;
And double down on the walls and drown in that rising maddening sound.
[chorus]
If you’re gonna kill me, please shoot straight—can’t you ‘least shoot straight?
If you’re gonna kill me, please shoot straight—can’t you ‘least shoot straight?
I ain’t trying to hide; ain’t gonna run, and I won’t gyrate.
I feel like I gotta see one straight line from you.
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You Can Take It To The Bank
(©2017 Walter Ehresman)
You ain’t fifth, if you get my drift—
you’re livin’ at No. 1;
‘cause I’m a man of deep intention,
got no need to chase my fun.
You can take my word for true,
and you can take it anywhere you need;
‘cause my love is a rock foundation,
you are the only girl for me.
[chorus]
When I step up to the mountain, baby,
and I put it all on the line:
--you can take it to the bank;
--you can take it to the top;
--you can take it to a higher level, baby then
--you can keep it in your heart;
--you can show it to the world;
--you can use it all to take my measure.
I stand with and I stand behind—
in my arms you’ll be secure;
‘cause I’m a man of deep intention—
and this ain’t no force majeure.
And you know I ain’t the wanderin’ kind,
and you know I sunk my roots right here;
‘cause my love is a rock foundation,
you’ll never have a thing to fear.
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Midnight Situation
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Midnight Situation
(© 2017 Walter Ehresman)
Not quite sure how it got this far;
The action has wandered a little off page;
It’s fever-pitch city, man, and something’s got to give;
Cut the pressure valve, baby; find the exit backstage.
I didn’t plan for this;
It wasn’t in the diagram;
And no contingency fits;
I didn’t call the stuntman.
[chorus #1]
How will you handle your midnight situation?
How will you handle your blinder saturation?
….I guess I let my guard down;
I thought we could all have just a moment of ease;
So hard to keep together, baby, all of the time;
‘til the anvil from the sky falls down and drops you to your knees.
[chorus #2]
How will you handle your midnight situation?
How will you handle your blind-side realization?
How will you handle your midnight situation?
How will you handle that lack of cogitation?
How will you handle your midnight situation?
How will you handle that spotlight information?
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It’s Schmendrick Time (And That’s OK)
(© 2018 Walter Ehresman)
--dedicated to Walter Becker
Down on the boulevard, it’s seen a better day,
but the price is copacetic so we moved in Saturday;
A case of Shaefer for the friends who took the call,
and a measure of mood lighting for the writing on the wall.
The games we’re playing are all lacking in cache’—
the retro insufficient to appeal to kids today;
We walk the nightlife in a demographic haze,
and we wreck the cool of places while we dream of yesterday.
[chorus]
Well, it doesn’t bear thinking, and it’s best to look away;
And we’ll never make 5th Street if we carry on this way.
Indulge in introspection, and we can’t go out to play—
‘cause it’s schmendrick time (and that’s OK).
[break]
There was a time (at least we’ll say there was)
we set the latest fashion, and left a trail of buzz;
In the Chronicle of Lifestyle—No. #1!
What fun!!
Our sun
Will never
Set.
Don’t get out much, now the tide is on the turn;
With endless shut-in options, and potato chips to burn;
The signals that we get—impossible to spurn;
Our rejection from the in-crowd is a savage thing to learn.
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It Just Happens That Way
(© 2018 Walter Ehresman)
--dedicated to Lou Reed
The existential reality of mortality is too heavy of a fact for most;
They sacrifice all their time chasing phantoms around—tryin’ to bargain with a holy ghost.
‘Cause, after all, they are far too special to die—unique and perfect in every way;
No just and righteous universe could ever allow such a wonderful being to return to the clay.
[chorus]
It just happens that way.
The financial reality of demagoguery is too heavy of a fact for most.
Just because they cater to your roiling bigotries doesn’t mean that your pension ain’t toast.
‘Cause, after all—who are you to them? Just a cracker in a trailer somewhere;
Your usefulness ends when the voting is done,
except they know that you’ll do it again and again and again and again.
[break]
Oooooo, babe, did you imagine it would all come to this?
Fighting for the scraps while the nobles stand above us and piss.
Snarling to avoid it while the truth is so hard to miss.
The toxicity of your masculinity is too heavy of a fact for most.
You sacrifice all your time waving weapons around—peacocking displays as a violent joke.
‘Cause, after all, we claim to be conscious men—self-aware beyond our animal past;
But, from where I’m standing, I think it’s a line…..ooooo, a line that we never grew past.
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South of the Wall
04:16
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(translation included)
South of the Wall (Cabeza Naranja)
(© 2017 Walter Ehresman)
[chorus]
El pinche gringo—cabeza naranja: keep causing agitación de hoy;
(“the damn gringo—Orange Head”) (“agitation today”)
El presidente of the worst of the people: keep causing agitación de hoy.
600 million, all with the same brush—how can you paint us all the same?!
Familias con corazón, tan creatívo; your insults just spotlight your ugly game.
(“families with heart, so creative”)
Usted es un espéjo de sus votantes; man, you all know it ain’t nothing new—
(“You are a mirror of your voters”)
Puritan hatred from the narrowest minds plays into the hands of the chosen few.
Tu alma está enferma up in your penthouse, pouring your gas on the fire;
(“Your soul is sick”)
Tu alma está enferma up in The White House—a nation’s funeral pyre.
You stand at your crossroads (tu encrucijada)—historia will tell if you all survive;
To rule by the sword will not serve you forever—your people will rage with the guns they hide.
You hire our people for the jobs you don’t want to do, and you still say you don’t need them;
La hipocrasía!, La triste vergüenza! How are you fit to judge other men??
(“the hypocrisy!, the sad shame!”)
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Dead Man's Dance
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Dead Man’s Dance
(© 2018 Walter Ehresman)
And they approach across the floor;
Such subtle moves we’ve seen before;
The loaded gun behind a glance;
We can’t resist the Dead Man’s Dance.
They thrust and parry to the right;
The stakes so tragically high;
The drummer hides his look askance—
can’t interrupt the Dead Man’s Dance.
[chorus]
Twirling so high above our cold reality;
The steps too rarified for the likes of you and me.
The hour’s late but they won’t go;
To spin the floor is all they know;
And not a trick is left to chance;
We won’t survive the Dead Man’s Dance.
The mamba and the fer-de-lance—
we won’t survive the Dead Man’s Dance.
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Capture Mercury
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Capture Mercury
(© 2017 Walter Ehresman)
Such movements of intersecting orbits here!
Such interactions every day;
Our fields collide—our forces come together;
What physics guides the new exchange?
Will they see you walk your words?
Consistency, in harmony (what you believe)?
Reflecting common courtesies (how you would want to be so treated)?
Does the whole thing sound absurd?
With fences down, I lay the entrance bare—
assuming that the guest will do the same;
Some common ground; a shared approach to hope for;
A method to the things you do and say.
[chorus]
I capture mercury;
Build my castles from the driest sand;
I net the wind, but see
no pattern from you I can understand.
My heart seeks out new friends and fellow travelers;
Life-sustaining as the air I breathe;
But I will pass through parsecs unconnected
to keep from your inconstancy.
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You Must Get Down
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You Must Get Down
(©2018 Walter Ehresman)
The snow melts in New England and the mud seeps in my shoes;
I shuffle ‘cross the mortal coil, dismembered by the news;
Transparent feints with savage eyes sure give a man the blues;
You must get down from off your throne, you must get down.
Self-appointed keeper of the flame of piety;
Upon your lofty crag, there is so much that you can’t see;
Your imperious funhouse mirror ain’t the size it seems to be;
You must get down from off your throne, you must get down.
And in your chair of judgement, you bask in the phantom glow;
You ooze such satisfaction when you act like we don’t know;
But you show more than you want to as you sneer at those below;
You must get down from off your throne, you must get down, must get down;
You must get down off your throne, you must get down.
And the righteous smoke is tainted when the engine runs on scorn;
Contempt wags the finger, and your ego points the tongue;
And that brimstone tongue is flaccid ‘cause the lesson is stillborn;
You must get down from off your throne, you must get down.
And music may not save us, but it heals our hearts’ malaise;
So we gather in the spaces that allow the players’ grace;
Jolly halls where we repast--they ain’t your holy place,
and you are not its priestess!
If your withering eye connects with something that is true,
the message falls away amidst the lordly attitude;
How did you imagine that a change would stem from you?
You must get down from off your throne, you must get down.
You run a smokescreen cover for the looting of our town;
The temples that you raise up are the ones we should tear down;
Collusion, graft and endless greed the underlying sound;
You must get down from off your throne, you must get down.
And you bandits in the desert, and you bandits in your suits;
And you bandits in your vestments as you mine the fear of truth;
And you bandits at the podium who sacrifice our youth—
you must get down from off your throne, you must get down, must get down;
You must get down off your throne, you must get down.
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The Last Spark of Kindness
(© 2016 Walter Ehresman)
When the last spark of kindness
fades from off the screen,
we all will walk into the darkness
and know the worst unseen;
And look back
(Oh, we’ll look back!)
Back to the time,
The time we could have changed it;
But we didn’t have the will to stem the tide.
When the very last better angel
sank under the mire;
no hearts left here to see it—
only egos of desire;
Wanting more;
Wanting all;
None to share;
In the bunkers of our greed;
‘cause we didn’t feel the need to try to care.
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The Machines That Raise Them
(© 2017 Walter Ehresman)
MACHINE #1:
Now children, I hope you understood our special talk this morning;
Many lessons for your future, in our special talk this morning.
In this life, you will face challenges--
it’s hard to know just what to do;
Cruel and random circumstances;
Sometimes a tidal wave of blue.
Oh children, I got no joy from our special talk this morning;
But I tried not to blow smoke in our special talk this morning.
So many people spend their time trying to get over on you;
They will say “It’s nothing personal—it’s just the business that we do.”
And if you think about it too long, you may feel you’ve got to cry;
Or worse, that you might join them and get that blank look in your eye.
Oh, children……
I have no magic formula, or answer I’ve been holding back;
No happy ending to this story, beyond the soul you keep intact.
So children, please don’t hate me for our special talk this morning;
(So many sad and bitter truths in our special talk this morning).
But there is a way to live, despite the things you learned this morning—
don’t just be part of the problem when you get up every morning.
MACHINE #2:
Find the sand to stand up strong!
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It's Schmendrick Time (And That's OK)--instrumental mix
(© 2018 Walter Ehresman)
--dedicated to Walter Becker
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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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