Songs to Fan the Flames of Disc Content

by The Messy Jacksons

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If there were some kind of Ghiringhelli Sound corollary to the Nashville Sound, this would be it.

So I wrote these songs. Then I played 'em a bunch of different ways. Then I recorded acoustic demos. And then Joe gave it some of his sweet sweet bass magic. Then I added an instrument. I liked it, so I added another. And another. But then I added too many so I took some away. Then I waited a long time to mix it all together because, frankly, mixing is vexing. But then I did it. Then you clicked somewhere and found yourself here. Welcome. There's a seat by the fire.

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released 01 May 2015

Joe Kengla - bass guitar
Marcus Gringngrnelgrlelli - Acoustic guitar, electric guitar, mandolin, piano, various keyboard settings, various effects, percussion, programming drums, backup vocals, lead vocals, some bass on Shakin', mixing, mastering, probably too much compression, quality control, accounts receivable but NOT payable, global synergy dynamic revenue production upstreaming, Vice President of Human Resources or something, hugs

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The Messy Jacksons Portland, Oregon

Do like like funny sad sound words? Then Messy Jacksons have good sound words for you. You like finger string picky fretty? Messy Jackson have other good sound words for you. Messy Jacksons is sometimes one, sometimes many, sometimes acoustic, sometimes electronic, always funny sad sound words from the Portland that stole its name from the other Portland. ... more

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Track Name: Cold War
Cold war's going hot tonight
Atomic bomb's been dropped in fright
A mushroom cloud's rising with the sun
Armageddon's never been this fun

The potential energy has gone kinetic
From a static state to one more frenetic
Atoms bashing atoms, pictures crashing off the walls
It's the end of the world and we're having a ball

Skyscrapers no longer scraping the sky
They're decomposing, they're lying in state
Civilization, well, it's had a good run
But Newton's laws and molecules will reign

This tropical storm is gaining might
A hurricane is brewing in the night
Say goodbye to labors, lovers, lives, and luxuries
This storm will kill them all but it won't get me!

This batter's putting pine to pitch
A waist-high curveball murdered like a snitch
The seams are bursting and the hide is flying loose
Like all our dreams that we do not pursue
Track Name: Shakin'!
I am not every man, I am the only man!
In this post-Apocalypto wasteland we call modern life
You're all just robots, I'm not a robot!
With my heart pumping oil, sensors working overtime
I keep my doors locked, I keep my pantries stocked
Boarded up the windows, candles burning all night long
I'm eating canned food, dried powdered bran food,
And I'm shakin' and I'm shakin' and I'm shakin' and I'm shakin'

My TV hates me, fucks with my circuitry
All the yelling and the crying makes me think I'll lose my mind
I can't watch FOX NEWS, they're always starting feuds
Ignoramus necktie clones exploding in my ears
I grabbed all the talking heads, went and threw them in my shed
Now my backyard smells like cotton candy rotting on your gums
I gotta quit watching TV, it's giving me epilePEPSI,
And I'm shakin' and I'm shakin' and I'm shakin' and I'm shakin'

My wallet's empty, ain't got no currency
Automatic teller telling me to go get lost
I barely have a job, a rusty worn down cog,
Grind my teeth until the blood gums up the machine
I could use some company, someone to hunt with me
Instead I'm standing behind storm doors hoping they don't storm on me
I got my shotgun cocked, empathy switched to off,
And I'm shakin' and I'm shakin' and I'm shakin' and I'm shakin' and I'm shook
Track Name: Spare Change
Brown paper bag man gone to sleep at the bus stop
Any roof'll do when you sleep under the stars
When out of the darkness a dark man accosts him
What starts out as words ends up going too far

A knife flashed in the light that shone from the streetlamp
It's a Hollywood spotlight lending focus to the scene
Pressed into his flesh and pulled out with a flash
Coins spilled on the sidewalk, blood's rolling down his jeans

Spare change, spare change
Another coin just tossed away
Spare change, sparge change
When it rains it pours, when you're poor it just rains

His body was found lying prone in the gutter
Like a cigarette butt some dick flicked in your yard
After a lifetime of being routinely discarded
I guess it's true, old habits die hard

You don't get a funeral when you die with your hands out
If you can't afford four brick walls how can you pay for a grave?
If only tall boy pallbearers could carry a casket
Half as well as they'd carry him away

The only reason I even wrote this song for him is
I thought for a second he was a different bum who I knew
But Donald Ray Polk, even though you were a stranger,
I'm sorry I waited until you died to even notice you
Track Name: Poverty
I've felt as poor as a patient's prognosis
When he comes face to face with a terminal diagnosis
And he's praying to Jesus, or Allah, or Moses
But there's no one there to hear him in his room filled up with roses

I'm just as broke as rusty ten speed
With spokes made of wishes asleep in the weeds
Where I planted a garden but the crows ate the seeds
And if you take one step closer they're gonna make you bleed

My pockets are as empty as a merry-go-round
Covered in poison in the bad part of town
Surrounded by snipers that shoot those kids down
And except for the spinning it don't make no sound

Poverty, poverty
I should've got an accounting degree
Poverty, poverty
Who the hell studies Russian history?

I may not have much but there's this hot air balloon
Where we can ditch all our coin purses and shoot for the moon
Way up above the cornfields we'll hold hands and spoon
Wave down to the ants, we'll see 'em again soon
Track Name: the Person Song
I am a man, a family man of decent means
I've got a wife, two kids, a suburban home, hopes and dreams
Thought I'd build a little nest egg, send my kids off to school
Hit that silver anniversary and take a Mediterranean cruise
But we had one, two many fights and some things can't be unsaid
She took the kids to her mom's, found another man and left me for dead

So I'll ride, ride, ride
I'll ride the rails
Until that train gets to where I don't know I'm going
And I can start living for myself

I am a man, a career man, wedded to my job
On a sturdy rung of the corporate ladder and I'm headed to the top
I always check my e-mail and I make eighty calls a day
I kiss my boss's ass for the chance to pass him, I really earn my pay
But they found this guy in India who'll work for half as much
Threw me out on the street with just the shoes on my feet and said, "We'll keep in touch!"

So I'll ride, ride, ride
I'll ride the rails
Until that train gets to where I don't know I'm going
And I can start living for myself

I'm a woman, I'm smart as hell, a recent graduate
I got A's in my classes studying journalism, I really know my shit
I'm doing this for the people, tell their stories to the world
Where there's trouble and strife that'll be my life, I'm an action kind of girl
But every time I interview there's a sleazy, slick-haired slob
He says "You look qualified with your hips and your tits, but how are you at sucking cock?"

So I'll ride, ride, ride
I'll ride the rails
Until that train gets to where I don't know I'm going
And I can start living for myself

I am a man, I'm a homeless man, clothed in tattered rags
I get my sleep on a bench, my dental work from a wrench, and my food from garbage bags
It hasn't always been like this, I payed rent with my paychecks
But you're a step away when you haven't saved, get hurt in an accident
I hobbled around the city parks 'til they picked me up for vagrancy
Threw my ass in a cell and they beat me to hell and they slapped me with a fee!

So I'll ride, ride, ride
I'll ride the rails
Until that train gets to where I don't know I'm going
And I can start living for myself

I am a man, I'm an American man, I'm just your average Joe
I'm Willy Loman, I'm Billy Pilgrim, I'm everyone you know
EXXON-MOBIL's got record profits but I can't afford a gallon of gas
I'm getting laid off while the boss is paid off, say goodbye to the middle class

So I'll ride, ride, ride
I'll ride the rails
Until that train gets to where I don't know I'm going
And I can start living for myself