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Jesus, That Blimp is Following Me!
(© 2001 Walter Ehresman)
It was a trivial errand (not a quest of great import);
Sedition was not in my plans (only 'cause the time was short);
I had no sense of danger (just the usual motor jerks),
when a sudden shadow fell on me (my thalamus went berserk).
A novel vector for attack (a new way to creep up);
They'll tap you on your shoulder (zeppelin dangereux);
When sneaky men use helium, their war-cry will unnerve;
A malicious Snoopy airship (a malignant Hindenburg).
[chorus]
Every time I see you driftin' toward me I just got to run;
Tell the Kaiser that surveillance from above just ain't my idea of fun.
So when that shadow crests the treeline, it ain't no turtle dove;
Be wary when you hear them curse and scream "Death from above!";
Invective-spurting gasbag (we're not talking Mr. Helms);
But they'll flatulate upon the truth--true treason through the realm.
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That's a Fleshy Reality
05:23
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That's a Fleshy Reality
(© 2001 Walter Ehresman)
Well, he was sittin' there thinking on some very deep thoughts,
no different from those times before--
politics, religion and a secular morality,
and why most people only care for more.
He was feelin' pretty smug about the subject of temptation
(after all, he lives out on this higher plane!);
But when that girl rolled by he felt a glandular secretion--
the cerebral house of cards went down in flames.
[chorus]
'Cause that's a fleshy reality, now;
That's a fleshy reality;
I can touch it, I can smell it, I can taste, I can see
all on this fleshy reality.
He was feeling consternation 'bout his recent indiscretion;
If she asks, he'll say "It was a mild attack";
But he knew right as he said it that the prospects don't look good
because the top-brain should have more control than that;
You know the top-brain should have more control than that;
She said the top-brain should have more control than that.
Now at the bar, he's sittin' with an orange Tanqueray,
On Elba, wondering how he came this way;
He thought that his behavior would be something more than this,
instead of putting on a mating display;
Is it the pull of lunar forces on his personal equator?,
Is it sure as 2 and 2 equal 4?,
That the fore-brain is a sucker for a lizard brain attack,
No different from those times before;
You know no different from those times before;
She said no different from those times before;
She said no different from those times before.
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Patient Zero (ode to a Shrub)
(© 2002 Walter Ehresman)
Chosen from obscurity by agents of iniquity;
Purchasers of highest fame, by recognition of a name;
Their cynical assumption was proven in November.
When terror brought the buildings down, the spin machine came to your town;
Misdirection, shame and greed--bootstrapped on victims' misery;
Any lie is swallowed by a country wearing flag pins.
This episode has proved one thing: that money can buy anything;
If baseball had just let him play, we wouldn't smell this stench today;
The national amnesia will show up next November.
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Horsepower and Curiosity
04:03
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Horsepower and Curiosity
(pondering the question of female GOP voters)
(© 2002 Walter Ehresman)
Well, she always smiles at babies and old ladies on the street;
And she always has a kind word for the people that she meets;
But she doesn’t make inquiries, and your questions make her frown;
And she doesn’t want to know ‘bout all the shit that’s goin’ down.
[chorus #1]
And she keeps the household tidy, and she won’t abide a mess;
And she’ll never ever give Big Blue much of a game at chess;
And she never peaks down under rocks–she’s too polite for that;
‘Cause she ain’t got enough horses, and she sure ain’t got no cat.
Now when she saw the curtain in the back room down at Oz,
she gladly took the effect and she gave no thought to cause;
She’s always felt the surface was a real fine place to be;
And she’ll never let the real world spoil her fine tranquility.
[chorus #2]
And she keeps the household tidy, and she won’t abide a mess;
And she’ll never ever give Big Blue much of a game at chess;
And you’ll never catch her worrying ‘bout the proletariat;
‘Cause she ain’t got enough horses, and she sure ain’t got no cat.
Well, she’d make a pleasant neighbor, or companion for the day;
And she’d never kick the antbed, and she’s got no taste for fame;
And she’ll never ask tough questions, and she’ll never rock the boat;
But we wonder if she’ll reproduce, and we worry when she votes.
[chorus #3]
And she keeps the household tidy, and she won’t abide a mess;
And she’ll never ever give Big Blue much of a game at chess;
And atop her head sits Mr. Ed, not Secretariat;
‘Cause she ain’t got enough horses, and she sure ain’t got no cat.
[chorus #4]
And she keeps the household tidy, and she won’t abide a mess;
And she’ll never ever give Big Blue much of a game at chess;
She and her friends all talk about the latest to get fat;
‘Cause she ain’t got enough horses, and she sure ain’t got no cat.
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A Bet That Went South
05:48
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A Bet That Went South
(© 2002 Walter Ehresman)
Well, up in Chicago, on the stink side of town, a little action is quite easily found;
And Joey the Wad, who was a no-blink sinner, takes the business in that section of town;
Now a young buck named T-Texas Too Smooth Tommy was a boy with a gamblin’ jones;
And you all know that he shoulda’ known better than to act that way so far from his home;
But Tommy trucked in with a grin under his brim and he told The Wad to lay the bet down;
And Joey just smiled, and we knew all the while that there would be some force applied to Tom’s bones.
Now Too Smooth Tom hadn’t been in town long, with a greeness that was easily shown;
And a story was told about the rolling of bones and some trouble down in ol’ San Antone;
But some other guys said that T-Texas, he fled, when a girl that he was whisperin’ to
was a little too young for that kind of fun, and had a brother with a quick .32;
Young Tom, he jumped down when that leverin’ sound was the loudest thing that he’d ever known;
And he smashed up the lamp while reachin’ for his pants, and the bullet nearly messed up Tom’s ‘do.
Tom’s luck flew away when the ref blew the play, with a riot comin’ from The Dog Pound;
And Joey the Wad send a couple of clods to drag T-Texas Too Smooth Tommy downtown;
“It can’t end this way!”, young Tom he cried with dismay, “on a game that was so obviously wrong!”;
But Joey just smiled, and said he liked the ref’s style, and that “This business shouldn’t take us too long.”
And one of Joey’s galoots, as he took off Tom’s boots, said “Man, you really should have first asked around:
‘Cause everybody down here knows that Joey’s sincere ‘bout makin’ sure those refs they sing the right song.”
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No Redemption
02:15
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No Redemption
(© 2002 Walter Ehresman)
I saw this guy at the stoplight today
who I know just can't be redeemed;
A snarling creature full of poison and bile,
and I know that you know what I mean.
I saw a man on the TV today,
in a blue suit so holy and clean;
And his voice it shook as he quoted the book,
calling half of our people obscene.
I saw a blond woman with a book of her own,
and a truth that need never be seen;
With a glint in her eye, she will vomit the lies--
and it funds all her hedonist dreams.
And I saw a whole nation take some kind of pride
in the living with shallow veneer;
As the cars circle back, they will wait for the crash,
with their hats facing backwards and beer.
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For Sarah, To the West
08:18
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For Sarah, To the West
(© 2002 Walter Ehresman)
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Fikriye, Dancing Alone
03:41
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Fikriye, Dancing Alone
(© 2002 Walter Ehresman)
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The Wrong House
03:35
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The Wrong House
(© 2002 Walter Ehresman)
Wandering in this place; puzzled by the architecture;
Sliding down the walls; tripping on the nomenclature;
I cannot see the structure, and I cannot find a path to learn;
I've heard these words before, but from your mouth they form no pattern.
I'd always told myself I had a certain facility--
a way to understand through blueprints of complexity;
But all this seems so foreign, so random and so volatile;
These hallways are rejecting me, these conflicts will not reconcile.
[chorus]
This house is the wrong house
You did not fly that flag;
The labyrinth is masked;
Attempting desperate measures
to scramble my way back;
A casting of the entrails
to try to read the signs;
The last grasp of the drowning--
the false hope of divine.
There is no common language
for me to speak to you;
The spider of illogic
spins a web of solitude;
And the silence, it is deafening
as I finally crawl outside;
And you're left with words and circles, now,
in the abscess of your mind.
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Sharpened to Bits
(© 1987 Walter Ehresman)
Got to pick that proper station--
don't get caught messin' 'round.
Cultivate the look that says "I gave it no attention";
'long as it seems that you don't care;
Get that funky stuff out of your hair.
Conversation on the latest thing--
all the people will see you scoff.
Look into your window and I see you watch Madonna,
I don't know if it makes no difference the sound is off
[chorus]
('cause you) gotta keep that image sharp,
Sharpened to bits.
See a trend--say "Fuck it;
I got no need to know."
It's a full time job ignoring all the shit that goin' down;
You won't see that shit on me;
Me's the only thing I's got to see see see!
To tell you the truth, I've got my personal own trend;
You may see that once, but you will see me again.
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"But.....You Broke a Rule"
(© 2001 Walter Ehresman)
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Ladonia--For Thee I Fling
(© 2002 Walter Ehresman)
Waaaall!
My spleen yearns for Wotan City;
My spleen yearns for Wotan City;
Omfalos esta kaput;
Nimis, Arx endure!
My liver calls to Wotan City;
My liver calls to Wotan City;
Omfalos esta kaput;
Nimis, Arx endure!
Omfalos.....
No oertug at the center of the world;
Omfalos.....
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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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