Thursday, October 8, 2009
Notes on the Songs
It is so liberating to sing aCorolla.
reason I feel like singing is she gets 39 miles to the gallon
at 68 mph on the Interstate, 1999 economies exceed the
Federal CAFE standard of 2022 by 4 mpg.
Listen, I know I can't sing. But I can feel like it.
It has been much fun to record the songs of aCorolla at my Kitchen table
this April, a happy month that I felt like singing and composing.
I loved making "Album Cover" for aCorolla,
cellphone pic, email, photoshop, color printer,
What democracy in these inexpensive and powerful tools!
I liked having the recording process of "my new album"
to speak of in current terms to friends and acquaintances.
Then I would explain that aCorolla was a compendium and celebration
of 30 years of song creation while driving.
Respite
Kitchen
Like there ain't enough junk in New Orleans
19
Clue
Routine
CSW49
ShockofCurls
Orange
Crunchy
Honest
Hurricane Burger King
Exhibition Opportunities for Visual Artists in New Orleans
Old Nissy
Didn'I
a Man
Alma Mae
Charlie Feathers
used to play this club in Phenix City Rozalyn wanted to visit
as we were headin up we met a comin down
a Diminutive dressed as a clown
with a bloody nose
and he was crying
so we Didn't
Both Roz and I commenced to a squat
she took of his hat and gave him a hug
reached for my head and surprised me to say
dry your eyes my little Prince
I want you to try
on your new Fedora
Sugar Buddy
Table
The Tree I Loved
The Tree I loved made my swing
Sheltered Birds whose chorus of song
furnished dreams and astonished dawns
of days I knew would be good and long
The Tree I loved
gently swayed and gave me shade
made of leaves that fell and pleased
Mr. Jeffrey I should rake
The Tree I loved
rescued Rivers, the desultory country mouser
the dogs chase after
Kenneth Goldsmith Sensorium Bulk Direct Factory Outlet Store
Property Hand Blood Clotting Thing
Salt Lagoons
oh the amnesty of magazines in waiting rooms
the phlebotomists name is Manny
c's my veins and calls me money
I wish you'd a stuck to me
that'd been some softly bobbin swim
down there in the salt lagoons
Trailer
a Boat
Blackboard
Chrome Girl
Sitting Dub
Fixin New Orleans
Ductaped Over
A Lot of Ways
TrailerTrash
444
Little Baggies
Andrew
Andrew, I found this thing for you (repeat)
Andrew, I found this very certain thing for you
I lifted it off the street it had been flattened
by the tires of great big trucks
I thought of you Andrew and how you like this stuff
it is an index of that very asphalt
you can see what it was and you can see what it is
so Andrew I found this thing for you
Anyone Can Drive My Car
Satch
Avoid fried foods which angry up the blood
If your stomach disputes you lie down and pacify it with cool thoughts
Keep the juices flowing y jangling around gently as you move
Go very light on the vices, the social ramble ain't restful
Avoid running at all times
Don't look back something might be gaining on you
Former Single Best Thing Ever
You're my former single best thing ever baby
and you can tell him
he might like to notice he got the girl
that the other is done
and the other is gone
and maybe he's got friends a plenty
I like to count mine
and You're my former single best thing ever baby
and those sure were some purt dang dawg
circles that we spun
a year comes around and I set to the table
you called me the King of Quesedilla
and flows my pen to your name again, cause
You're my former single best thing ever baby
and you can tell him calling about a recipe
is just fine and that birthday cake of yours
I baked in the month of July
well that's alright
the reason why my Valentines
stand the test of time
is You're my former single best thing ever baby
and those driftwood shapes that spell your name
were free, just lying on our beach
for me to walk by and see
You're my former single best thing ever baby
I knew the postcard of Kitty
would lighten your way
Chicken in a Jar
Things I do on the side
Lyrics by Robert Seven
Straight
Are You Straight Enough to Play the Game with Me?
To stand straight on the line and caress a beautiful
Sphere you will softly let fly the finest Rainbow
You can find
For the Hoop where the Net rests so Still
Just to congratulate your skill,
Swish
So are you straight enough to play the game with me
in the Catastrophe Basketball Free-Throw League of New Orleans
Animated by 92 natural elements of the story around here
Many times washed by the good young hands of Kyle Molere
A boy who lost all his own in New Orleans East
Inspired by John Cage, compounded with Armour All for Tires
All we ever aim for here Is to stay behind the Charity Stripe
and Revere these uniquely satisfying aesthetic objects of
an Immense Tragedy
To form and fashion the arcs you may call your own
A call to quiet and sober the mind
So are you straight to play the game with me
Then I suggest you quit hanging out at the Tattoo Parlor
And put that cigaret out right now
Nor dare may you stamp it out on this Court
Blessed by the observation of Wijarn Suranamee
On the eve of the Once Every 13 Years Flood
22 November 1988 in Nakon Si Thammarat
That Time and Water Wait for No Man
You see,
You Have to be Straight to Play this Game with Me
Walkin south to Point Conception
I'm the latest in latent image keepin
I always reach for iridescence
Ain't that just a pretty thing to find
There she was at 17th and Geary
Waiting for the bus and not a little weary
I offered my hand and told her my name
Come to find out life would never be the same
Ain't that a just and pretty thing to find
I carry a sack so I can bring things back
Deeply sifting pebbles surely is madness
Unless you are solely searching for quantities of driftglass
good for filling jars and making wind-chimes too
real nice, not that special
I keep to the top of the line of the tide
That's where the rightest now resides
Ain't that just the best thing to find
Jalamalithic Coins, Buttons and Stackers
another Nilla Wafer, like to fill a bowl
That rock looks like a Flint-Stones home
Thats too dumb I'm going to leave it alone
A lot of these are the size of eggs
Fit inside an organic free range hens
Recycled paper crate, wonder if I might
Fetch an even dozen, wouldn't that
Be just a funny thing to find
All of a week spelling her name
Fingertips tappin into my palm
A four letter fever, over and again
Sometimes seven, her middle name is Ann
Can we start doing things consecutive days
We rode on my Seca, Mission to Geneva
for Mom is Cooking's Sopa de Tortilla
Ain't that just a pretty way to dine
In 1543 Conception blew a storm broke Cabrillo's arm
and the Spaniard died
Five miles to reach the Point
Eyes a-peeled for the Holy Grail
a Latex shield in the shape of a man
Once I found a coke can come from Japan
Walked it back to camp dropped it in the trash
That is not a pretty thing to find
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