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“Loco-Motive in a Dining Car"
--Hobbes
A woman out of direction wanders the hallways of her mind
Clinging to a memory of a man better left behind
Because he soothes an aching in the heart of her matters
Believing that the dream if left alone would shatter
A truth of her diamond coal that she keeps in a mine
A ticket puncher residing in the halls of train cars
Sleeping with dreams, glad of solidarity through merlot in the bar
Oh, the voyaging home of the rails, exploring landscapes without tests
Without claiming any moments, without holding his breathe.
A true lover of realizing the beauty without knowing any grand design
And so, she’s climbing the steps into the massive majesty of his home
He reaches for her passport into the worlds she hasn’t known
As the two meet eyes, he takes and holds his breathe for the first time.
And a strange sort of silver brilliantly flashes and catches their surprise.
In that instant the two understand that this insanity is right.
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$37 Dollar Bill
02:26
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“37 Dollar Bill”
--Hobbes
He takes his regular seductive stance
And follows fates blocking for the corner dance
We all buy what he sells in so many ways
Clothing, vanishing cream, hours and days
Nothing is left to chance in the mind
And even in there, we don’t have enough time
And even in there, we don’t have enough time
He’s fallen in love with the heroine of his plight
Which he’ll share with you if the price is right
And when wild, white mustangs course through his veins
He won’t lower the cost of what lessens the pain
Just like us, he can’t help but ask for a little more
And in some ways, we’ve all been there before
And in some ways, we’ve all been there before
So many in our world under the skies
No answers, but only loons soar in some minds
Ask how or why too much, and loons we’ll become
So some ignore through the times and keep their minds numb
Forgetting all or not, we reach the same conclusion
And whatever I come up with, I reach only confusion.
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Emergency Stopping Only
03:36
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“Emergency Stopping Only”
--Hobbes
80 mph fast
the dotted line we're dashing past
Welcome to South Carolina;
locals challenge to find a place fine-a
a couple 100 miles to go; what's my destination ?
Friends wait ahead; yes, a celebration.
Change lanes, speed it up, pass him by, change lanes.
Change lanes, speed it up, pass him by, change lanes.
Change lanes, speed it up, pass him by, change lanes.
Change lanes, speed it up, pass him by, change lanes.
Stop at a tavern; knock back a few.
Tap on the ashtray: it's coated; I'm blue.
Emergency stopping only.
Searching my pockets for small change
Quick camera click to remember this house so strange
Emergency stopping only.
I lie in bed at a holiday inn
belly swelled from the food within.
Luke-warm wash cloth on my face;
draws out the stinging from the base.
lying on the smooth comforter; cushion under my head.
obsessing 'bout a number better left for dead.
Think back, feel it strong, learn it well, think back.
Think back, feel it strong, learn it well, think back.
Think back, feel it strong, learn it well, think back.
Think back, feel it strong, learn it well, think back.
Mind like a cavern, while exploring a few.
Stalactites & stalagmites, shielded by dew.
Emergency stopping only
Coyote baying in the barren dessert;
pendulum swaying; we all get hurt.
Emergency stopping only.
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"Milwaukee & the Western Sun"
--Hobbes
Something starts in me, and it brings me to a place inside of this town,
and turns me and the car into downtown. This place becomes more of a pulse, or has a pulse, and its rhythm becomes me. We are united.
Only the chanting of conversation in coffee houses, and
the heartfelt promises of vagabonds and rebels, with or
without a cause, and taxi cabs driven by Harry Chapin
with stoner dreams, and a bar on every corner with its
regulars... patrons and jukeboxes playing over that roar...
The Western sun glimmers crimson and mandarin
over the tall and not so lofty buildings.
They mix between streams of
clouds, calling us all.
"Follow me, and you will always bask in my glow,
else you will be alone when my reflection is cast
no more upon your placid lake."
Most regulars don't go in with this fool's golden demands,
for it only taunts and trivializes, in Milwaukee and every hometown.
The dreams of golden sons, few and not so proud, lie inside of them,
and not within the realm of a dying sun.
So, I turn the car around, and at the next gig
we take in what's to be taken in,
and give what is much deserved,
but nothing promised,
for we are the tall ones,
too small to not fall, in the
hum drum roll of it all...
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Fortunate
03:06
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"Fortunate"
--Hobbes
So I sit myself back, settle down
and put myself back into the musical
Seems like nothing has changed, and I'm trying too hard
to not see the light in their eyes,
But it's so, so warm
and I'm spinning inside of my mind.
But I can't find a light in someone
that will bring out my light.
We've all been here, and for most it passes.
Am I so, fortunate ?
We've all been here, cleaning our glasses.
Am I so, fortunate ?
We've all been here, and for most it passes.
Am I so, fortunate ?
We've all been here, cleaning our glasses.
Am I so, fortunate ?
But don't cry for me, cuz I
don't want your sympathy.
I mean, it's good that you're here.
I'm grateful you're came,
but maybe I'm just past the pain,
said I'm sure that I'm past the pain,
and staring out the window again.
You see I'm really glad that you came, here,
but maybe I'm beyond insane.
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Power Wants More
02:48
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"Power Wants More"
--Hobbes
Wish I could find a portal out of here in a mirror.
Can't even afford glass cleaner.
Everybody's losin' to the time we’re stealin'
Got that empty, sinkin' feelin'.
Strange sensation wells up inside
hard to deny all the crap that resides
in my soul, when we fall
loves the only cure at all.
Cuz power wants more, corroded steel bar factories,
fresh blood droplets splattering.
power always wants more.
power always wants more.
power always wants more.
So pretty soon, we'll be stealin'
our cigarettes, from the tainted sands,
of public ashtrays.
Lightning strikes us again.
Cuts us deeply, downsized heartlessly,
condemned self-righteously,
detained unjustly, disbursed violently,
it happens daily... Lightning strikes us again.
Power wants more, corroded steel bar factories,
fresh blood droplets splattering.
power always wants more.
power always wants more
Pretty soon, we'll be stealin'
our cigarettes, from the tainted sands,
of public ashtrays.
Lightning strikes us again.
Cuts us deeply, downsized heartlessly,
condemned self-righteously,
detained unjustly, disbursed violently,
it happens daily... Lightning strikes us again.
Lightning strikes us again.
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7. |
The Grand Carousel
04:00
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“The Grande Carousel”
--Hobbes
Numerous Roman numerals
Arabic numbers and English letters
They organize thoughts and help me
To speak clearly enough with my eyes
Yes I’m telling my cell phone
My most intimate secrets,
But only when He’s on the line
As my lover breathes for comedy’s sake
And my niece paints her fingernails black
And somehow all of this means more to me
When I’m suffering the slings and arrows
Of my outrageous misfortunes
Yes somehow with family by my side
Together we can tell what the time is for
Numerous Roman numerals
Figured the bass part out
And now intervals of time speak to me
More than words could ever paint
After a little spell of time passes
I can feel my soul lifted
So I turn the voices into one
That others can know and hear clearly
And somehow all of this means more to us
After we suffer the slings and arrows
Of our outrageous misfortunes
Yes somehow with others by our side
Together we can tell what the time is for
Yes this brings us together
When lunacy tears us apart
Somehow the Grand Carousel keeps turning
Somehow clarity breathes in mind and heart.
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New Year Eve's Blues
04:06
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"New Years Eve's Blues"
--Hobbes
Was born under a full moon, on NYE Day
Was born under a full moon, on NYE Day
It's the end and the beginning, but to me it's all the same
It's the end and the beginning, but to me it's all the same
I ain't no Robert Johnson, but I sure do know his pain
I ain't no Robert Johnson, but I sure do know his pain
Angel or Demon, to me it's just the same
Angel or Demon, to me it's just the same
See we all fighting something, and we all have known the rain
Yeah we all are fighting something, and sure have known the rain
And one way or the other, stay the hell away from the games.
And one way or the other, stay the hell away from the games.
So if you tell me your troubles, you know I see no use in blame
Oh, you can tell me your troubles... there ain't no use in blame
I'll show you the calm inside the storm, in the shame-drops of the hurricane
I'll show you the calm inside the storm, in the shame-drops of the hurricane
Oh was born under a full moon, on NYE Day
Sure was born under a full moon, on NYE Day
See it's the end and the beginning, but to me it's all the same
See it's the end and the beginning, but to me it's all the same
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9. |
No Prophet Tearing
04:04
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Final Thoughts
03:48
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"Final Thoughts"
--Hobbes
I always sign documents with my full name; it
seems so final. I have been told by some that
death is final, yet told by others that it is
just a phase that we are going through...
constantly. I do not understand it, and have
never been very good at believing in
things that I do not understand,
let alone accepting them.
Guess there is only one way to find out.
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Hobbes Deutsch, Jr. Tampa, Florida
My solo debut is here, and so is all of my work with Kuderski: me on lyrics, music, & vocals; Kuderski on music & production; and us both adding electronic beats & landscapes.
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