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Refried Nostalgia

by Adam Balbo

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GIVE BACK WHAT I CAN I'm just a man. With little I's born. One day I'll die a few people might mourn. I have a family I love them so. They love me, too, if you must know. To the gates of hell or the grocery store. There's nowhere with me that they won't go. We know what we know and do what we do. Listen to us; we might listen to you. Humbling a task: find enough food. Find clothes to where. There's a buch of work to do. But I can't complain. I have no one to blame. No claim to fame. All the bullshit's the same. I've no one to dupe. Nothing to prove. No wind to catch. No mountain to move. I just take care of my family. Take care of the land. Protect them and love them, give back what I can.
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OBLIGATORY HIGHWAY ANALOGY The highway, yes, the highway is the analogy I will employ to sing about Love & other stuff, about which you’ll find out soon. Two thousand, two hundred & forty seven goddamn miles is a long way to drive without the one you love. Without you in the car with me, the road is just a long-ass strip of cement - with painted lines. A wicked fucking scar on the proverbial heart of this enormous continent. Through plains, woods, mountains, &, of course, the desert. If you’re feeling sad & need an image which will represent your pain, Picture that barren, empty road, laid & flattened right through your brain. You’re driving realy fast, windows down, hair blowing, going to the great unknown Blaring your favorite song, singing along. Where you’re going – who the fuck reallyknows? An old, reliable comparisons works for me. That’d be the obligatory highway analogy.
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Big Kid Now 02:09
BIG KID NOW You’re friends with shepherds; You tend to sheep You know nothing free comes cheap You genuflect & hum your hymns Tomorrow you’ll get up & do it all again You’re into the past; You know it’s now You’ve heard a couple different pronunciations of how You’ve looked at your books; Looked at your movies Tonight, why don’t you give me your cooties You’ve met captain sham, even shook the man’s hand You’d finish my left over green eggs & ham Oh, wee, ooh, wow You’re a big kid now You have a heart, it’s in your chest On Tuesdays, you put on your Sunday best You can use a fork, chopsticks, too Knives, ice cream scoopers, & spoons You take three times one, divide five by two You know what Brian Boitano would do You sit in the front, stand in the back Call out the crap but you know just when to clap You can shut your mouth; & hold your horse You expect no less from me, of course Oh, wee, ooh, wow You’re a big kid now Oh, wee, ooh, wow You’re a big kid now
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JUST SINGING A SONG shaking hands with time eternity is doing fine do do do just singing a song while shaking hands with time kicking up some dust in gravity I put my trust do do do just singing a song while kicking up some dust cussing at the wind an argument no one wins do do do just singing a song while cussing at the wind staring at the sea it mercifully ignored me do do do just singing a song while staring at the sea
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Pie Or Soup 01:55
PIE OR SOUP I like your font Do you mind if I look at it Could you please lend me your pants? I could use a new pair of philosophies I’m having trouble finishing my ... saying what I mean Lean forward for me I’d like to smell your pumpkins We could make a pie; or we could make soup we don’t need an alphabet I cordially invite you to get some food I think I dropped a bunch of my confidence Out on Market …. Street No one’s turned it in Probably because they’re no place to turn it in to If you can’t deliver me from evil, how bout a pizza?
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HOPE SOMEONE WILL BE HOME Down to the frontier flung. Those who survived still sung songs for right now, convince somehow that we'll be spared. Over the hills we cross, passing all the people lost. Nay them are we. We know a peace. We are cared for. Look out in front of you. We'll knock on and ring heaven's doorbell, too, and hope someone will be home. Crossing the rugged gorge. A marriage of ideals forged. Witness the birth. Blood all over the earth. Yes, we see it. Follow the flight of doves. That crooked path of love. Naked are we. Atop the sea. We are free. Look out in front of you. We'll knock on and ring heaven's doorbell, too, and hope someone will be home. Recalling all our dreams. Wandering the ancient, sacred streets. Past dives of dingy sadness, far from the scary madness of the dark doom of infinity. Stumbling in drunken sleep. Past the signposts where hope and time meet. Everyone falls from the weight of it all. We'll help you carry. Look out in front of you. We'll knock on and ring heaven's doorbell, too, and hope someone will be home.
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Annie 01:34
ANNIE Annie, Annie, damn you’re hot. I don’t love you, but I like you a lot. If you were painting, I’d rip you off the wall. If you were a side of spinach, I’d eat you all gone. If you were a pair of comfy sweat pants, I’d wear you to bed. If you were a really good song, I’d get you stuck in my head. Annie, Annie, damn you’re hot. I don’t love you, but I like you a lot. If you were a bottle of whiskey, I’d share you with my friends. If you were Moby Dick, I’d read you til the end. If you were iodine, I’d pour you on my wound. If you were death itself, I’d welcome my own doom. Annie, Annie, damn you’re hot. I’d don’t love you, but I like you a lot. Oh, Annie, Annie, goddamn you’re hot. I don’t really love you, I just like you a lot.
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John Newton wrote this in 1779.

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Recorded August 2010, January and March 2011, in San Francisco, California.

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released May 9, 2011

Adam Balbo: vocals, acoustic guitar
Mr. Andrew: drums, shakers
Fancy Dan: electric guitar
Jon Moyer: electric bass

Album art: Helen Lee

Recording and mixing: Theresa Sawi, Mr. Andrew, Adam Balbo (tracks 3, 5, 7, and 9); Kyle Lesley (tracks 1, 6, and 8); George Rosenthal (tracks 2 and 4).

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