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Mostly Harmless Acoustic Mayhem

by The Insolent Willies

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Poor Devil 03:28
Life was pretty sweet until my baby packed her trunk She said, 'Darlin', it's not you, it's me' Now I'm on the front lawn in my tighty-whities drunk A pathetic sight for all the world to see Don't turn your back on me In my misery Show a little sympathy for A poor devil like me I wrote my manifesto in that bar outside Modesto You said I was a mess, though you'd seen worse We drew a twisted bargain and you doodled in the margins Kindness is a blessing and a curse Don't turn your back on me In my misery Show a little sympathy for A poor devil like me The road to hell is paved with good intentions That's a saying everybody knows But another thing that people rarely seem to mention If you give a damn about your fellow man That kindness surely shows I wrote an epic novel but the dialogue was awful The plot was thinner than a hungry snake The hero's motivations lacked any inspiration And the villain's depravations all seemed fake You sent me dirty postcards from that Kansas City stockyard That summer you went searching for the truth You found yourself a guru unlike anybody you knew And now you two run a head shop in Duluth Don't turn your back on me In my misery Show a little sympathy for A poor devil like me The road to hell is paved with good intentions That's a saying everybody knows But another thing that people rarely seem to mention If you give a damn about your fellow man That kindness surely shows Don't turn your back on me In my misery Show a little sympathy for A poor devil like me A poor devil like me
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Discovery 03:39
Discovery does not imply that the place is new The place is the same, it is we who have changed," I agree with Eu. You gave us a taste of your world in every elegant paragraph With the voices and faces poppin' off of the page like a photograph I'm riding around my hometown with the windows down Every person I see calls up memories from the lost and found My kid's in the back seat, asking for stories from long ago Through his eyes I see discovery every place I go. I've been to Thomaston, I've been to Mohawk and through North Bath I shook that man's hand because he told it straight and he made us laugh He left his home when Mother Ambition said he should But I'm still around putting out fires in the neighborhood. I'm riding around my hometown with the windows down Every person I see calls up memories from the lost and found My kid's in the back seat, asking for stories from long ago Through his eyes I see discovery every place I go. There's a one-eye carouser with a hole in his trousers And he's playing guitar For a liquoured-up crowd beneath a little cloud in the Temple Bar I tried to get some perspective but I found that objective eluded me Till I shaved off my beard and I went for a swim in the snot-green sea. I'm riding around my hometown with the windows down Every person I see calls up memories from the lost and found My kid's in the back seat, asking for stories from long ago Through his eyes I see discovery every place I go.
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Cut 'Em Down 03:29
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Bones 02:25
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lyrics There's a new guy in the White House It's the same old shit at mine There's a tyrant in the kitchen And she gives me a hard time She's bustin' my cojones, Tramplin' on my pride I'm sleeping in the doghouse It's too damned cold inside. At three o'clock this morning She kicked me out of bed With my liver full of moonshine And my pencil full of lead She really hurt my feelings I'm a sensitive guy! Now I'm sleeping in the doghouse It's too damned cold inside. If I want to play the guitar and carry on all night And sleep until the afternoon, I think I have that right. But my wife don't see it my way She says get off your lazy ass Now I've packed up all my instruments And I'm looking for a place to crash. Maybe someday she'll convince me To get a nine to five Earn an honest paycheck and bathe from time to time But for now I'm just enjoying life One six pack at a time I'm sleeping in the doghouse It's too damned cold inside. I'm sleeping in the doghouse, It's too damned cold inside.
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released July 13, 2020

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The Insolent Willies Johnstown, New York

Based in New York's Mohawk Valley, The Insolent Willies play a wild mix of acoustic roots-rock. Catch them playing soon at a festival, pub or craft brewery near you.

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