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Just Sayin' Volume Two

by The Middle Americans

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1.
Ioway 01:48
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Matt 01:02
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Never had much luck with men named Matt Last one told me he liked that I didn’t have a cat What kind of f…ing s…head says a thing like that First time I got drunk I was fingered by a Matt His nails were too long and after all of that sobering hanky panky, it hurt when I sat My first crush was a boy named Matt Pummeling him lovingly with my stuffed cat I should have known by his whines, that’s not where love was at A rose by any other name, was not a f…ing Matt
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Personhood 05:46
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I was just talking on the phone, on the phone, what, maybe I was being too loud Maybe I was speaking too loud on the phone, I might have been shouting on the phone If I can’t hear you, I assume you can’t hear me, what, maybe I was being too loud I’m shouting to get through on the phone, what, I’m talking too loud on the phone I might have been shouting on the phone, what, If I can’t hear you, I assume you can’t hear me My voice got very loud on the phone, what, I couldn’t hear you on the phone I’m shouting to get through on the phone, I couldn’t hear that I was losing my hearing What, I’m shouting to get through on the phone, I started talking too loud Now I just talk too loud, talking too loud on the phone, my voice got real loud on the phone What, age are you living in? what, no need for cogitating, I’m planning out my new personhood The strange the changed, deranged, surfing for mentalists unchanged Have been added to the guest list, people we want to avoid The strange to blame right now seems a bit too obvious Water cannons that never missed even children just picking flowers And finally why a typewriter Because this document exists now only in two places On the paper of the single page and on the black ribbon of ink It was a call for pataphysics for the masses, I called and asked the metaphysics If they minded if we borrowed their universes, they never called back Which lead me to correctly assume that a possibility had been missed and therefore A new stretch in the patauniverse would reveal all And so I began writing down all the rules of physics, and etiquette, and nouns, and their predicates And tossing each note in the fire, a funeral unreal reality formed in the smoke And as it choked all the babies in their beds, we opened the windows letting the ocean in And were no better off than before, what, oh I said I was just talking on the phone The strange, the changed, deranged, the strange to blame right now seems a bit too obvious The strange remain intact but generally motionless, the motions are too remiss The strange unchanged remote mysterious They were far too young then suddenly quite old again If there’s an once of blame I’ll take it I think we’re headed straight for leather Understand It’s either stale or simple, yes, it is, It’s either evil, vile, or charmed Your either saved as a sinner, yes you are, but no one comes out of it unharmed, huh, gesundheit And I’m planning out my new personhood, it’s difficult to shut up, it is always difficult to shut up Which ruins relationships, no need for cogitating, and leads to bad spelling I’m planning out my own Kafkas I bought a guaranteed personality, it comes with a television, I’m smarmy and smart I’m light and I’m dark, I raise pinot noir on vacation, I make Walter Benjamin illuminations I’m quick as a cat and I see in the dark and I don’t need no ammunition
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Quarter Tomb 04:40
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The clock of day and eve, as idle as a narrow vein Shade weathers his hands, as mouths move around us, pushing the flesh carriage Him and I make our home, in the quarter tomb From fire and will, and eon of seasons We lay with bare breath, etched now, in the noises of silt and wind Dead men have dominion, in their cold, stiff fingers Dead men have no opinion when lifeless, strangers linger We forever make our home, here in the quarter tomb We make our home, here in the quarter tomb We forever, make our home, here in the quarter tomb The clock of day and eve, as idle as a narrow vein Shade weathers his hands, as mouths move, around us Pushing the flesh carriage, him and I, make our home, in the quarter tomb From fire and will, and eon of seasons, him and I make our home, etched now, in the quarter tomb Dead men have dominion, in their cold stiff fingers Dead men, dead men have no opinion, when lifeless strangers, linger We forever make our home, we forever make our home, here in the quarter tomb Shade weathers his hand, the clock of day and eve, mouths move around us, as idle as a narrow vein Pushing the flesh carriage Him and I make our home, in the quarter tomb From fire and will, we lay with bare breath, etched now in the noises of silt and wind We made our home, in the quarter tomb Dead men have dominion, dead men have no opinion, in their cold stiff fingers Dead men have no opinion when lifeless strangers linger We forever, we make our home, here in the quarter tomb
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I Joggled It 05:02
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The Christmas bells ask such sweet simple words Where are the sacred and who are the rusted, they ask and they pine every year To question for the holy inside of each of us to come out if only for, one day And we see what can happen when we all lend a hand The world becomes grand with light and hope and cheer So why does it only come around once every year Jesus, I think your children have the birthright to rejoice in your birth every single day It seems such a simple plea so I know you’ll agree When we say we’re not looking for parties and caps, we want growth education and deliverance We want fairness, chances and offered blessed forgiveness And we offer in fairness the wrongs we have done, and we also from you beg forgiveness too Every time the banker cries and stubs his toe They all crowd around as if he made value out of thin air, the real wealth lies here And in the midnight hour I listen to the rumble of the tracks But seriously I’m blessed full of joy and happiness with the crowd I hang with None of us completely blameless, still we agree upon the status quo, the status quo must go Just no one knows, no one knows which way the wind will blow, which way will the wind blow Baby Jesus home in a big red balloon sent from the moon Where they make them with one sixth the gravity And we sell it on the street for five sixty-eight a twenty-ounce bottle Lighter gravity imported from the moon get yours soon from the moon, I didn’t make that up, I joggled it Take me there away from here show me what I’m to know Because on the tracks there’s only one way, to go Take me there away from here, because on the tracks you have to take, one way In the midnight hour I listen to the rumble of the tracks It reminds me that I never wanna look back Here comes the train coming down the tracks, a long jump on and never look back Framing up into the sunset, clear my mind of But which way will the wind blow, which way the wind will blow And I hear the whistle blowin for me It’ll blow baby Jesus home in a red balloon
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Small Crumbling Towns 00:35
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Clouds like cotton balls In a baby blue sky The sun touches down to rolling green fields Row by row intersected by The roads I’m traveling And small crumbling towns that feel like home
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Little Weasel and Spikey 02:17
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Hey welcome to the show ever body You’re on with the little weasel and spiky in the morning This is a story, history History actually Of the galactic mass packs This is a message from the hapogalaxic, galactic backwash, back wax bog wog back wax back wacks The galactic reality occurring right now at sub sub sub particle level 1842 Elm Street DNA stranded Carbondale IL 64321 In the epidal surge structure of previously mentioned back wax About to Depart her body through defecation Into a sewer of limitless possibilities Resulting as we had calculated A 99.99% probability of ending Smashed up by your particle accelerator Located at Cern In Switzerland and France So we have to keep those countries France Out of the conflict So we have kept those countries out of the conflict We apologize for the veritable confusion Among your politicians Over the last transmission We had left Isaac Asimov’s Azimuths set to polar coordinates So this caused we believe the initial errors That we forgot to compensate for on the reentry trajectory With modern computers the answer is intuitively obvious So the first crew is in an imaginary As in defined by math at least as the square root of negative one as a solution Which we believe explains why they have not reappeared as they were expected to On their reentry trajectory The physical nature of which should leave them intact They haven’t left the physics of the known universe Other than in this imaginary time dimension Whether they realize this or not We can only speculate at this point Obviously the vast majority of those who entered imaginary time lines Simply died
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Profane 01:24
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A word is just a word, unless you hurl it like a stone But all these proper gentlemen, want me to atone For using words, they do not like I am scolded like a child But I am not a child you insipid fuck I can use whatever words I’d like Propriety is only a construct, not a golden truth How delusional you must be to see only profanity As you stand and denigrate me A word is just a word But even a dirty one is prettier than you
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Patterns on a Turtle Shell 02:40
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A suitable program A performative skin A cinematic sequence of movements integrated A suitable program That can expand and contract An infiltration of water and people That can expand and contract Half real half imaginary geography Infiltration of water and people It is for the other world that the mad man set sail He is the freest prisoner Released on the sea there are no limits The expulsion of the mad man has become ritualistic So the embarkation right symbolizes the perceived insanity of the traveler I’m not arguing Explaining Architects argue over centerpieces The charge of the light brigade Into the valley rode the six hundred Straight into the valley Cannons to the left of them Cannons to the right Same room, same city, same building The head that will become a skull is already empty Same room, same city Rhythm Same building Repetition People Different angle Identical Different radius Different temperatures Symmetry Different speed Different bank account Different angles Direction Different radius Teeth Cloths Different temperature Buildings Redesigned speed Division Different teeth Assembly Different cloths Formal geometry Redesigned speed Think of a giraffe Look at the savanna Spots on a leopard Or worse A suitable program Patterns on a turtle shell Patterns on a turtle shell Patterns on a turtle shell The lion’s mane The banyan leaps The gecko’s tail The pythons camouflage Aa herd of water buffalo Eat, sleep, dream, repeat Rhino based parametric design rendered in grasshopper Eat sleep, dream, repeat
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Waning Heavy Drunk Feet Sun Lies 06:14
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If your body should invite me in to stay I would be a stranger anyway Strange to all the things I have forgotten My memories, like fruit, have all gone rotten Remembered in a different way The light has changed since I started this collage With eyes like embers and hearts like cups Lines so fine our hands were the same hands Cupping a heart Building an empire of thought and sound and ambition Spiders build a delicate home, in the corner where that canvass now lays Dusty and behind a pair of shoes Because starting from scratch is more appealing than revisiting what that picture revealed I wander from lightbulb to flame with the same determination A familiar and sweet destination That no longer exist on this plane I’m a stranger in a different moon’s wane Heavy, everything you lost weighs more than you could have guessed in your chest Heavy, Don’t drop your burden. They break into more cargo to carry Heavy, Labor for your pains, just ignore the feelings, until they’re, buried I dreamed about you last night You put my drunk feet on your drunk feet, and together we danced And though its not a thing you actually would do I finally felt like I was home again, dancing and drinking with you Alone in the dark the truth comes out In a storyboard of whispers, secrets, and tears, down pour and drench The lives that we mold ourselves into fall down around us, remaking themselves With the rising of the sun
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Super Collider AK-47 04:13
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Super Collider AK-47 The super collider in Switzerland and France Isn’t just a scientific tool Amber waves of grain To determine the origins of the universe Purple mountains majesty It’s a new means of human sensory perception Human sensory perception Since we became aware of the limitations Established by Hume, Locke and Kant Giant purple pink white blue clouds Backlit by a golden dying sun Like nothing we can comprehend over only a handful of lifetimes Millions of years Counted in years and decades more accurately than in centuries Humans have radically altered our own ability to perceive the cosmos And life itself, the universe we live in How do those ducks know how to fly south Reveals new secrets everyday Hey man how do those ducks know how to fly south The politics of everyday life, based on screaming ignoaramuses When the limitations of the human mind So the politics of everyday life, based on screaming ignoramuses demanding the phallic Shaped bullet coming killings are the most annoying ninety second sentences addicting the second amendment of the constitution of the united states of America Is a knowable absurdity Demanding, the phallic shaped bullet coming Based on a document that was written over two hundred years ago Seems laughable, except that laughing at it Could get you killed Hunts for Auto-Motor-und-Sport quickly at the newsstand On a cold dark December morning Walking along past snow Then grabs a kicker sits down on the train Shoveled along the sidewalk Gets off and changes lines when, it crosses under the river The smell of last night parties And he leaves Sachsenhausen for another day out in the real world Live in a city But at night when he returns Kiezkickers, kiezkickers Kiezhelden To his kitschy world full of ebbelwoi Wo est keine mehr wunder gibt They understand, and he’s thinking Still walk down to the cathedral and stare out at the lanes of ship traffic I mean it’s 1985 man No, no! it’s 4:33 AM The world is out there as much as it is in here What her brother did to your father, or vice versa Let it go man, genau Dank, anderen Kneipen die Alternativen Andere Kneipen, die Alternativen We stop for a coffee Genau In a coffeed out flop house Genau And after knowing you for three days I ask you your name Seven am on a cold dark December morning Walking along past snow shoveled along the sidewalk I am who I am to myself but I am not that same I to my family and friends The smell of coffee brewing, the smell of life in the city Unless I confront the reality of who I am compared to the I of who I am only to myself Kiezkickers, Kiezhelden I cannot expect radical change to improve who I am (Wir erwarten ein wunder wo es keinen wundern mehr gibt) To make my idealized self also my true self
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Shut Up 02:11
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You make me wanna kill you dead Shut up go away get out of my head Your putting me into a downward spiral Don’t touch me, you ass You’re infectious, you’re viral I have this pounding ache, this cranial pain You fing fake, you’re giving me a migraine I hate your smug sneers and false fing airs I hate your pierced ears express from Clairs You moronic dipshit looser Get out now I can’t stand it a second longer you sodding cow Get out now I can’t stand it a second longer Shut up, go away, get out of my head Shut up, go away, get out of my head You make me want to kill you dead

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This album features spoken word and music. The topics include philosophy, physics, love and hate. The music ranges from experimental jazz to ambient americana.

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released September 10, 2021

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Erick Hovey and Friends Fort Dodge, Iowa

Erick Hovey's music is peppered with seasonings of blues, roots rock, jazz, funk, old power trio rock, reggae, and newer folk fusion styles. His lyrical content has not only good humored nods towards classic blues and rock clichés’, but spans the afterlife, and existentialism as well. Sometimes it’s spooky, sometimes it’s raw, spiritual, and sensual. Think Mark Knopfler, JJ Cale, and Peter Green. ... more

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