1. |
Wrong Town
03:27
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You’re about to watch a show starring me
I don’t know what you’re about to hear or see
The truth is I have no plan at all
There’s a good chance that off this stage I’ll fall
My body ain’t quite what it used to be
My hair ain’t the color it once was
My style icon is Emmylou Harris
Mixed with a little Don Was
I lie on stage I lie in songs
I lay my troubles down
Hey stick it out with me kid, I mean what else is there to do
In this godforsaken deep fried bacon town?
Yeah, you bought the tickets, you paid the cash
You got in the car, you moved your ass
You brought a friend or an awkward date
To something you love that they’re probably gonna hate
It’s music, sweet music
I’m emo, I’m screamo
I’m country and I’m folk
Americana if you wanna
I’m old-fashioned but I’m woke
I’m everything to everyone
I’m Jesus and I’m Buddha too
Don’t panic, I’m organic
I’m too scared to be satanic
But mostly I’m just here to sing for you
Well, I’ve played a lot of shows across this world
But tonight’s the best I’ll ever play
I’m handing you a pearl
My G string might snap in two
My face may turn from red to white to blue
But it’s not because I’m dying, hey I’m just patriotic
When we all connect like LEGOs
Yeah, we all are symbiotic
I die on stage, I die in songs
I throw my troubles down
Hey, stick it out with me kid, I mean what else is there to do
In this craft beer makin’, earthquake shakin’ town?
Yeah, you bought the tickets you paid the cash
You got in the car, you moved your ass
You brought a friend or an awkward date
To something you love that they’re definitely gonna hate
It’s music, sweet music
I’m emo, I’m screamo
I’m Grateful Dead post stroke
Americana if you wanna
I’m old-fashioned but I’m broke
I’m everything to everyone
I’m Jesus and I’m Buddha too
Don’t panic, I’m organic
I’m too scared to be satanic
But mostly I’m just here to sing for you
Well, I know what you’re thinkin’, what the hell?
This guy just wrote a whole entire song about himself
And the truth is I do it all the time
Well for me it’s therapeutic
And I hope that you don’t mind
WelI, I probably owe you money cuz you’re my therapist
But I’m kinda like your escort away from all of this
I cry on stage, I cry in songs, I try to work it out
Hey, stick it out with me kid, I mean what else is there to do in this
Hemp clothes makin’ tincture takin’
Sourdough bakin’, late day wakin’
Spare change takin’ traffic makin’
Release the kraken, I must be mistaken
I’m in the wrong town
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2. |
Conveyor Belt
02:34
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We are all on a conveyor belt
In a factory on the wheel of time
Yeah we don’t know when our card clocks out
It was yesterday we were in our prime
Mick-mack, click-clack
Don’t even think about lookin’ back
Kodak soundtrack
I remember when my ma had a heart attack
We are all on a conveyor belt
In a factory on the wheel of time
Yeah we don’t know when our card clocks out
It was yesterday and we were in our prime
Tic tac, tic-tac-toe
Hey I’m still lookin’ for Indian Joe
Where the hell did my dad go?
Maybe where the river and the rainbow flow
Yeah, maybe where the river and the rainbow go
Yackety-yack at the top of the tree
My love’s got a money back guarantee
I’m livin’ now in Tennessee
But I still scream BAHOOTENZIE!
Let’s go join the jubilee
Don’t let the time run out on me
My mom and dad have gone to sea
We are all on a conveyor belt
In a factory on the wheel of time
Yeah we don’t know when our card clocks out
It was yesterday we were in our prime
Seems like yesterday we were in our prime
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3. |
Can O' Pop
02:53
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Honey, let me open up a can o’ pop
I’m rusty like an old horseshoe
I been workin’ on a engine in an old chop shop
I wanna feel the fizzy rhythm with you
Had a chance to meet my love in Opelousas
But I ended up drunk in Albuquerque
Tried to fill her head with a buncha lame excuses
I think she knows I wanna do the herky-jerky
Honey, let me open up a can o’ pop
I’m rusty like an old horseshoe
I been workin’ on a engine in an old chop shop
I wanna feel the fizzy rhythm with you
So I asked her to try to meet me out in Natchitoches
But a monster chased me down in Choccolocco
Then I jumped and sprained my ankle on a catfish
Now she’s left me for some drummer she calls Paco
Honey, let me open up a can o’ pop
I’m rusty like an old horseshoe
I been workin’ on a engine in an old chop shop
I wanna feel the fizzy rhythm with you
I left my Bordeaux at the chateau
Left my chapeau down in Tupelo
I lost my left eye from a crossbow
And my wallet way up in Gatineau
So after sayin’ what the heck
I ended up in Quebec
I passed out in the rain
And ended up in a train
From Montana to Savannah
Woke up Louisiana
Shouted a hosanna
And I slipped on a banana
Gave my girl a nod
And said glory be to God
Honey let me open up a can o’ pop
I’m rusty like an old horseshoe
I been workin’ on a engine in a old chop shop
I wanna feel the fizzy rhythm with you
So I finally talked her into goin’ to Kickapoo
At the motel we did a little research
Her father found out and his face turned blue
Now we’re getting married over at the Catholic Church
Honey let me open up a can o’ pop
I’m rusty like an old horseshoe
I been workin on a engine in an old chop shop
I wanna feel the fizzy rhythm with you
I wanna feel the fizzy rhythm with you
I wanna feel the fizzy rhythm with you
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4. |
Frenemy
03:46
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She was into Kierkegaard and I was sitting in her yard
And we were talking all about a leap of faith
She put on some Shostakovich but her humming was so out of pitch
Just like a piece of metal on a spinning lathe
I told her I’d always be her friend
She told me she’d love me ‘til the end
Frenemy, enemy
You’re a friend to me
‘Til you set me free
Don’t ever let me be
I told her that I studied Freud
But somehow I was unemployed
And that’s the reason that I started shooting dope
She told me that old Jean-Paul Sartre
Was like a piece of abstract art
A Marxist at the end of his philosopher’s rope
I told her I’d always be her friend
She told me she’d love me ‘til the end
Frenemy, enemy
You’re a friend to me
‘Til you set me free
Don’t ever let me be
She was prolific just like Sophocles
Comedic like Euripides
She kept me like a hobbit underneath her bed
She danced just like Baryshnikov
While holding a kalashnikov
She fed my habit to me
I was almost dead
And I told her I’d always be her friend
She told me she’d love me ‘til the end
Frenemy, enemy
You’re a friend to me
‘Til you set me free
Don’t ever let me be
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5. |
It's Baseball Season
03:04
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It’s springtime
I’m with my cousin
We’re goin’ to see some baseball
The bees are buzzin
I believe you should
Grab your best friend
Meet us at the ballpark
Over by the hotdog stand
I’ll be your man
We’ll get a suntan
Foul ball bring a glove
It’s baseball season
And I’m in love
My cousin’s got a girlfriend
Her name’s Mary
She’s gonna bring her best friend
Her name’s Sherry
Got a bottle of wine, it tastes like cherry
Our first date, it sure is scary
First base
It’s strike three
The home team’s winning
When you hold my hand
My brain starts spinning
Happy as I can be
I’m floating
Just like stumbling
Onto a Babe Ruth card
I’ll be your man
We’ll get a suntan
Foul ball bring a glove
It’s baseball season
And I’m in love
Man what’s up with that ump?
I think that dude is a chump
Well, next week I’ll get a couple passes
And we’ll bring that umpire some glasses
For its root, root, root for the home team
If they don’t win it’s the same
For it’s one, two, three strikes you’re out at the...
Well, it’s springtime
I’m with my cousin
We’re goin’ to see some baseball
The bees are buzzin
And it’s a high fly foul ball
Info the right field seats
Caught by the man from Walla Walla
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6. |
Up With People
03:14
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Back in high school I loved you
But I didn’t have the courage to tell you
Cuz I was high on Quaaludes
And listenin’ to Foreigner
We’d hang out at the swap meet
And walk around in bare feet
The Boone’s Farm wine was so bittersweet
My sister taught me how to smoke weed
Before she joined Up With People
She left me all her rolling papers
So I joined Up With People too
I smoked so much dope I saw double
Saw Santa Claus in my urine bubbles
He said you’ve been a bad boy
You’re in lotsa trouble
Up, up with people
You meet ‘em wherever you go
Up, up with people
They’re the best kinda folks we know
I had a brown Dodge Demon
Had a Filipino girlfriend too
She’d have me over for lumpia
Had eight brothers and sisters they were cool
I don’t mean to be facetious
But we weren’t afraid of diseases
We both got saved by Jesus
Oh, up, up with people
You meet ‘em wherever you go
Up, up with people
They’re the best kinda folks we know
Back in high school I loved you
But I didn’t have the courage to tell you
Cuz I was high on testosterone
And listening to Styx
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7. |
Lord and Savior
02:49
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Oh when my Lord and Savior calls me
Oh when my Jesus sets me free
Oh, I’ll be standing in the kitchen
I hope he saves a seat for me
And when my Jesus comes to take me
Hey, I’ll be waiting for my fate
Hey, I’ll be standing in the kitchen
I’ll wash the sins right off my plate
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8. |
Let's Stay Together
03:53
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The first time I saw you
You were on your couch and you were leanin’ back
Maybe late for a plane or late for a train
Or maybe a heart attack
You had a wild streak in your eyes
Man, I loved your guts
I knew I’d follow you anywhere
No ifs ands or buts
And the second time that I saw you
I wanted you so bad
But I had to get permission from your mother
And go upstairs and ask your dad
And he had a shotgun sittin’ there
Right between his legs
He said go out and get me some whisky
Some weed and a dozen eggs
Let’s stay together
Like birds of a feather
Well, when I went back to your house again
I gave it a real good inspection
And I must admit I fell in love
With your record collection
There wasn’t one dud no
Nothin’ you could waste
I gotta tell you babe
You got spectacular taste
It was Christmas time we were walkin’ slow
And the snow was startin’ to fall
Went back inside under the mistletoe
And I kissed you in the hall
And the choirs of angels were singing their songs
A little bit outta tune
So we put on some Wood Brothers
And slow danced to the light of the moon
Let’s stay together
Like birds of a feather
Well we might find work washing dishes at a local bar
Then I’ll save up some money
And buy us a brand new used car
Then we’ll get us a house
On an organic farm
And I’ll get your name tattooed right here
In the middle of my arm
Well we might run outta cash
And join a crew just a digging a ditch
But I got a guitar in my hands
And my fingers are starting to twitch
It can be hard being a singer
Finding decent place to play
Well there’s bodies littered along the side
Of the Folk highway
Let’s stay together
Like birds of a feather
Baby we’re tethered
Let’s stay together
You can treat this life just like
It’s an old board game
The kind you keep in the closet you bring out
When it starts to rain
Dust it off learn to smile
Maybe roll the dice
Try to be patient try to be kind
It ain’t that hard to be nice
Let’s stay together
Like birds of a feather
Baby we’re tethered
Let’s stay together
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9. |
Miles In My Heart
02:37
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I opened up my messages
We haven’t had a chance to talk in a while
I thought of going back
But going back involves going plenty of miles
Miles in my heart, miles in my mind
Everywhere I look I’m looking behind
Miles in my heart, miles in my mind
As if I’m gonna know where I was goin’ this time
I’ve been reading books in the middle of the night
It’s a new lifestyle
I’m always ending up with a candle in my hand
On the cool, cool tile
Miles in my heart, miles in my mind
Everywhere I look I’m looking behind
Miles in my heart, miles in my mind
As if I’m gonna know where I was goin’ this time
I don’t wanna go alone - oh
I don’t wanna go alone - oh
Forgive me for the words I’ve spoken out of haste
I wanna reconcile
There’s been a couple years I been busy
Lighting matches and burning miles
Miles in my heart, miles in my mind
Everywhere I look I’m looking behind
Miles in my heart, miles in my mind
As if I’m gonna know where I was goin’ this time
Miles in my heart, miles in my mind
Everywhere I look I’m looking behind
Miles in my heart, miles in my mind
As if I’m gonna know where I was goin’ this time
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10. |
Stardust and Satellites
04:01
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Where’s the heat when you need it
It’s colder than it should be
I removed the a/c from my window
I wanna sweat you outta me
I was floating down my own path
Like a drunken butterfly
Put me back in my cocoon
I wanna sleep it off tonight
Why not is what I thought
I can always move again
Stardust and satellites
We’re all made of moving parts
And broken hearts
And we’re all just floating
Where’s a friend when you need one
I’m older than I should be
Maybe I should’ve stayed in California
It’s pretty much its own country
I was dreaming down my own path
Like a ragged raconteur
Put me back in my old cell
Where I know I’ll get the cure
Why not is what I thought
I can always move again
Stardust and satellites
We’re all made of moving parts
And broken hearts
And we’re all just floating
Take a page from a new book
A shot of something pure
Take a picture of a memory
Chances are it’s blurred
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Steve Poltz Nashville, Tennessee
With a cult following that includes fellow musicians, regular folks and festival goers who stumble onto his performances, there’s no common denominator to Steve’s fans. Born in Halifax, Nova Scotia and raised in San Diego, CA Steve toured and recorded with San Diego cult favorites The Rugburns (they still play annual sold-out reunion shows). ... more
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