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Wide Lawns and Narrow Minds
words & music by John Kimsey (John Kimsey Tunes / ASCAP)
Wide lawns and narrow minds
Makes a man healthy wealthy and why ask why
When you got yours yes and I got mine
Here’s to wide lawns and narrow minds
We are bullish on ameriquest
We report, you subside
Down below decks we hear things is abject
But up top the panoramic view’s a crime
Wide lawns and narrow minds
Makes a man healthy wealthy and wine wine wine
Spodeeodee drinking wine while the cut glass shines
Have another wide lawn and put a deuce on pepperdine dine dine
We reserve the right, we rule the waves
And we waive the rules when it’s pay the piper time
All it takes is brass and a well-bred overclass
To ensure the proper credit’s paid in kind, in kind,
Credit’s paid in
Kindly beware that life isn’t fair
We each must bear the burden we’re assigned
Some sign here and some pay dear
And a lucky few slip through without a fine
Wide lawns and narrow minds
Makes a man healthy wealthy and why ask why is
One man’s bonus another man’s subprime
Chalk it up to wide lawns and narrow minds
Well they say that great ship when it set sail
Yeah they said it was too damn big to fail
Well you might be underwater, you might be starting to flail
Take a look at the fine print, it says don’t exhale hale hale all hail to
Wide lawns and narrow minds
Makes a man healthy wealthy and why why why why why why
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Elvis on Velvet
words & music by John Kimsey (John Kimsey Tunes / ASCAP)
Last evening you and me we had our usual fight
And I went out driving and drinking and cussing the night
And somewhere ‘bout dawn I was out on the interstate strip
When I pulled in a truck stop, thinking I’d pick up some little making-up gift
And as I looked around at the selection of post cards and coasters and corncob pipes
My eyes came to rest on something familiar I’d never quite seen in that light
It was a souvenir
Meant to bring a tear:
Elvis on velvet
Wasn’t anything great, just a cheaply made dayglo affair
And it depicted the King in his later and lonelier years
But it set me to thinking ‘bout all that I’d done in my life
And two kids who met back in ’57 who went on to be man and wife
And they might have been fools to rush in but they were young and they had no doubts
They just liked to dance all night long to “Baby, Let’s Play House”
And their love was true
But now it’s just misty blue
Like Elvis on velvet
Now the King is no longer with us, but his spirit lives on
In the hearts of his fans, in his pictures and of course in his songs
And even in truck stops I guess, ‘cause as I stared at that thing
I thought for a moment I saw his lip quiver like when he was fixing to sing
And then somebody turned a radio on and it was playing “That’s All Right”
And I thought to myself hell, the King ain’t gone and there’s still good rockin’ tonight
And I’ve been a fool
But I’m gonna be on you
Like Elvis on velvet
‘Cause our love ain’t through
Baby I go with you
Like Elvis on velvet
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3. |
One More Time
04:18
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One More Time
words & music by John Kimsey (John Kimsey Tunes / ASCAP)
I’m gonna take this old rig
I’m gonna drive it off the road one more time
I’m gonna take these old wheels
I’m gonna drag’em through the mud one more time
Well I used to keep’em pretty but you have to get’em dirty
To really drive
And feel alive
I’m gonna take this old rig
I’m gonna drive it off the road one more time
And let’s take that old flag
And run it up the pole one more time
It’s torn and it’s tattered but that ain’t the thing that matters
When it flies
When it flies
You wanna take that old flag
And run it up the pole one more
Time to take
That guitar break
That one way up the neck
And find that one note
And worry it to death
One more time
I’m gonna take this old heart
I’m gonna let it fall in love one more time
It’s been broke and it’s been busted, I’m not sure it can be trusted
Here tonight
To get it right
But I’m gonna take this old heart
I’m gonna drive it off the road
I’m gonna drag it through the mud
I’m gonna run it up the pole, I’m gonna worry it to death
I’m gonna let it fall in love
One more time
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Lydia
04:11
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Lydia
words & music by John Kimsey (John Kimsey Tunes / ASCAP)
Lydia lives by the lake
In a building designated as section eight
Far from the halls of debate
Where they talk of excess and the nanny state
Rise and shine, Lydia leans on the ledge
That hovers over the city’s edge
Like a forgotten pledge
Lydia watches the kids
Reads in the paper about bad things she did
Else she’d be getting ahead
Not scrimping to make the price of day-old bread
Time for school, Lydia sits and sews
Designer logos on jogging clothes
Then does the third shift at Domino’s
Keeping the pace
Keeping a home
Keep in your place
While keeping on and on
Lydia makes it a date
Midnight and the broken set can get channel eight
Dynasty reruns on late
Private lives of the rich and celebrated
Everyone looks like a million bucks
Some people they just have all the luck
They say you can make it if you really try
What was that old song by that dead guy
Something ‘bout fortune and you or I
Keeping the pace
Keeping a home
Keep in your place
While keeping on and on
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5. |
Talking Talk Radio
05:36
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Talking Talk Radio
words & music by John Kimsey (John Kimsey Tunes / ASCAP)
The other day I switched my radio on
I wanted to hear my favorite song
I flipped the dial, I punched and pushed
All I could get was some guy named Rush
Funny name for a talking head
Must be a show about legalization
He talked and talked and slammed the phones
Never said nothin’ ‘bout turnin’ on
He did however have a lot to say
‘Bout truth, justice and the American way
‘Specially the American way of bullying the weak, sucking up to the powerful
But hey -- if the flag fits, drape yourself in it, I always say
He told some jokes about uppity girls
Welfare cheats, the starving third world
Everybody was entertained
Here at the top of the old foodchain, har de har
You got a problem with that?
Well, go start your own new world order, you sissy
Hey, he said, it’s just my style
If you don’t like it, flip the dial
There’s so many voices, that’s the wonder –
“This is G. Gordon Liddy, Live from the Fuhrerbunker”
It’s not like over in Russia
Nope, here we’re loaded with options
Now God sent Regan, Rush believes
To set the corporations free
Playing by rules they was oppressed
Then along came Ron with the Code of the West
You see one redwood, you’ve seen ’em all, let ’em eat cactus
The sacred word of the profit (motive)
And Rush is the kind of self-made man
Whose Pappy owned the station where he began
But Rush had to work for what he achieved
Old Daddy Warbucks was hard to please
He used to say, “Boy -- get out in that studio,
Get some headphones on
And get your hair mussed!”
And Rush is the kind of gung-ho hawk
Who somehow never marched or fought
Or served in any capacity
Now draft dodger, that’s a rather nasty term
Let’s just say Rush would never join any army
That would have him as a member
We interrupt the evening blues
For some Important Celebrity News
Rush it seems has just been reached
And he fears that his sacred freedom of speech
Is threatened by just this sort of politically correct
Bleeding heart
Mealy mouthed
Pointyheaded
Sob sister
Big brother
Treehugger
Class warfare
Special interest
Ivory tower
Liberal media
Card carrying
Cultural elitist
Blatantly biased
Propagandistic
Oughta be blacklisted
Funny looking
Feminazi
Ad hominem
Ad womanem
Ad nauseam
Are you now or have you ever been
Ants at the picnic of western civilization
This is so typical
There you go again
Way outside the mainstream
Nitpicking
Name-calling
Vegetable Aryan
Anti-American
Nya na nee ya na Na na na nee ya na
Attempt to silence
Our country’s most sincere, hardworking and popular neofascist talkshow host
To which I can only say
Hey, what’s the matter, Rush --
Can’t you take a joke?
Or as they say in Radioland
Ditto
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Draining the Swamp
04:39
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Draining the Swamp
words & music by John Kimsey (John Kimsey Tunes / ASCAP)
They say it’s dirty and it’s stagnant and it’s
Full of things that buzz and crawl
It’s a headache and an eyesore and an
Insult to the law
So they’re draining the swamp
They’re draining the swamp
Twisted roots gonna be torn up
Draining the swamp
They got troopers and a task force
They got a steamshovel and a crank
They got pastor and some bastard
With a title from the bank
And they’re draining the swamp
They’re draining the swamp
And it’s making my hair stand up
Draining the swamp
Now the queen was carried through here on a
Catafalque trailing smoke
When they unraveled her silk pajamas they only found the
Punchline of a joke
Now it’s made everybody kind of nervous
And me I’m loading the Econoline
I ain’t had to drink no whiskey
I’m already stagger-blind from
Draining the swamp
Draining the swamp
You never know what might turn up
Draining the swamp
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Mole in the Ground
03:34
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Mole in the Ground
words & melody traditional; arr. by John & Jim Kimsey (John Kimsey Tunes / ASCAP)
Well I wish I was a mole in the ground
Yes I wish I was a mole in the ground
If I’s a mole in the ground, I’d root that mountain down
And I wish I was a mole in the ground
Well I’ve been in the bin so log
Yes I’ve been in the bin so long
Well I’ve been in the bin with the rough and rowdy men
‘Til it’s baby where you been so long
Don’t work for a railroad man
Don’t work for a railroad man
Well a railroad man, he’ll kill you if he can
And drink up your blood like wine
And I wish I was a lizard in the spring
Yes I wish I was a lizard in the spring
If I’s a lizard in the spring, I’d hear my darlin’ sing
And I wish I was a lizard in the spring
And I wish I was a mole in the ground
Yes I wish I was a mole in the ground
If I’s a mole in the ground, I’d root that mountain down
And I wish I was a mole in the ground
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Spin This
04:18
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Spin This
words & music by John Kimsey (John Kimsey Tunes / ASCAP)
People gather round
You can’t afford to be without the secret that I’ve found
Ain’t nothin’ that can’t be made somethin’ by
Spinnin’, spinnin’, spinnin’
Sow’s ear into silk purse, better case into the worse
Spinnin’, spinnin, spinnin’
Spinnin’ makes the world go round
I can put the best face
On what looks like a lowdown dirty disgrace
Have instinct for jugular, will travel
Spin this, spin this, spin this
Hello Mr. Radio, have you met Ms. Trade-io
Spin this, spin this, spin this
Hi-yo silver tongue for hire
Them that’s got shall fund them what gets things done
Making offers that no one can refuse
Never using knives or guns
Brain damage control
It’s as American as sex or drugs or rock and roll
The nothin’ who made himself somethin’ hey
Spin this, spin this, spin this
All it takes is attitude and a little vacuum tube
Spin this, spin this, spin this
Anyway reality isn’t what it used to be
Spin this, spin this, spin this
When the world has vertigo, someone’s gonna stoop so low
Spin this, spin this, spin this
Spin it ‘til you can’t spin no more
And as for me old son, just turn me when I’m done
And if I can’t be saved I’ll spin in my grave
And help the devil hit number one
Spin this spin this spin this
Spin this spin this spin this
Spin this spin this
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Alibi Club
03:29
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Alibi Club
words & music by John Kimsey (John Kimsey Tunes / ASCAP)
Down at the Alibi Club
They’re making a toast
They’re drinking to Bangkok at night and to drilling rights just off the coast
So here’s looking at mud in your eye
God save the old school tie And the Alibi Club
Down at the Alibi Club
Everyone is a gent
Who’s made his own way in the world with the aid of some very fine print
You’re surrounded by your kind of folk
Life’s just an inside joke
Down at the Alibi Club
Some keep a lowly station
Others were meant to lead
It’s a high-powered equation
In the algebra of greed
Down at the Alibi Club
That’s where the elite
Retire to hoist a few and review the day’s moral balance sheet
You can talk about means versus ends
But they’re all such honorable men Down at the Alibi Club
Sometimes to save the village
You have to burn it down
The awful weight of privilege
In a company town
Down at the Alibi Club
Can I get a denial
Someone who will stand up and fail to recall in that plausible style
Because this meeting never occurred
And this song was never heard
Down at the Alibi Club
Oh no
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What’s Wrong With This Picture?
words & music by John Kimsey (John Kimsey Tunes / ASCAP)
Dig the King with his TCB ring dressed like the Prisoner of Zenda
He’s shaking hands with the secret plan man from Yorbalinda
He wants to be authorized, be deputized, please Mr. Nixon
“I Elvis Presley do solemnly swear”
What’s wrong with this picture?
See the Gipper on his campaign trip after one term has rolled by
Explaining how he so bravely faced down those air traffic control guys
He’s got the Boss on the PA, Born in the USA blisterin’
My my hey hey that’s showbiz
What’s wrong with this picture?
What’s wrong with this picture it looks so lame
Should I laugh, should I cry, should I order a frame
You can airbrush over every little shadow of doubt
But some things you just can’t crop out
Inauguration time 1989 and everybody is sportin’
At the gala for the white anglo male elected by Willie Horton
They got a band full of soul brothers in tow, the head dirty trickster
He loves to play that funky music white boy
What’s wrong with this picture?
What’s wrong with this picture it hurts my brain
My sense of proportion is circling the drain
You can airbrush over every little shadow of doubt
But some things you just can’t crop out
What’s wrong with this picture, what’s wrong with me
Do you see what I see and if so should we
Just airbrush over every little shadow of doubt
‘Cause some things you just can’t crop out
Some things you just can’t crop out
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11. |
Amarantha
02:08
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John Kimsey -- lead & harmony vocals; 12-string & six string acoustic guitars
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How Can I Keep From Singing
Robert Wadsworth Lowry (Public Domain); arr. Kimsey (John Kimsey Tunes / ASCAP)
A life flows on in endless song
Above earth's lamentation
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
That hails a new creation
Above the tumult and the strife
I hear that music ringing
It sounds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing?
And though the tempest loudly roars
I know the truth, it liveth
What though the darkness round me close
Songs in the night it giveth
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I'm clinging
If love is lord of Heaven and Earth
How can I keep from singing?
When tyrants tremble, sick with fear
And hear their death-knells ringing
When friends rejoice both far and near
How can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile
Our thoughts to them are winging
When friends by shame are undefiled
How can I keep from singing?
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13. |
Beat the Drum Slowly
03:33
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music by John Kimsey (John Kimsey Tunes / ASCAP)
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14. |
Going Up the Country
04:32
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Going Up the Country
words & music by Alan Wilson (EMI / Unart)
Well I’m going up the country, friend don’t you wanna go
I’m going up the country, friend don’t you wanna go
I’m going to some place where I never been before
I’m gonna leave the city got get away
I’m gonna leave the city got get away
All this fussin’ and fightin’ man, you know I sure can’t stay
No use in your running or screaming and crying
‘Cause you got a home as long as I got mine
Well I’m going up the country, friend don’t you wanna go
I’m going up the country, friend don’t you wanna go
I’m going to some place where I never been before
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John Kimsey Oak Park, Illinois
Singer, songwriter, guitarist and bandleader John Kimsey is a musical man about town (and country). He helms and writes for The Twisted Roots Quartet; does old-timey duet sets with brother Jim as The Kimsey Brothers; conjures psychedelic pandephonium with power trio Medicated Goo; and whips up cheeky pop euphoria with The Art Thieves. Then he has a nice sandwich. ... more
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