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we're all out here because we're not all there

by Erick Hovey & Friends

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1.
Queen Corn 03:00
I got a call from a railroad gal, she’d been out in the sun Wanted hooch and a bushel, of corn, and I just had me some Made a trade for a heap of fun, she got paid in kind I made it safe across them tracks, and she found the end of the line Queen corn, standin tall, out in Ioway Queen corn, standin tall She got a bushel and that aint all, she got a bushel and that aint all Met her sis on a country road, she had a bag of seed, said this grow tall in Iowa, this is what you need So I grew it up and I brewed it up, gave her all the squeeze She drank it all then took a fall said bury me if you please Queen corn, standin tall, out in Ioway Queen corn, standin tall We squeeze corn till we hit that wall, squeeze that corn till you hit that wall Sister three she came to me, heard I had some shine She dropped dead of a heart attack, before I got online Her sister called said what the hell, you killed off all my kin Said keep that cob in your pants, and your corn crop in the bin And the corn crop in the bin Queen corn standin tall, out in Ioway, out in Ioway So I dug dirt and searched my soul, now I got to say, you best step lightly on that land, out in Ioway I don’t cook corn by the tracks no more, I feel bad every day Two of them sisters in the ground but ones still in the hay Queen corn, number one, all she had was too much fun Queen corn, number two, squeezed that corn turned it blue Queen corn, number three, she didn’t have no luck with me Queen corn, standin tall, out in Ioway
2.
In the car, undiscovered woman In the shadows, undiscovered woman She’s here to stay, she’ll get her way Undiscovered woman Hard rain, soft tears Where her sweet drops sound In the passive years The only thing, that keeps her sane The only thing, the only thing that keeps her sane She’s got a rolled-up franklin and Cocaine Her rain pours down, undiscovered woman How does it taste now, undiscovered woman Broke a thousand days, in a thousand ways Rode time and fate, until the empty space Unremembered face, undiscovered woman
3.
Get yourself up I heard a big bang Get your bowl and plate, you sweet sweet thing They’re all going down to the swirling mess to obsolesce Heartbeats backbeats dirt in my dreams, the earth keeps spinning round all those screams So, hang on tight to little white lies, I’m staying here, let the world go by The world goes by, the world goes by, yeah, they’re going in a circle The world goes by, the world goes by, yeah, I’m waving and I’m smiling The world goes by, it goes by Hey little world, you feel alright to me, hey big world, you don’t scare me I found a way, a way to lose myself It aint easy to follow your heart, sure aint easy to end at the start I won’t know because I won’t try, stay right here let the world, go by The world goes by, goes by, the world goes by, I’m’ waiting for a ride and the world goes by Going in a circle, the world goes by, Yeah, they’re going in a circle, the world goes by Going in a circle, the world goes by, waiting for a ride and the world goes by You’re right back where you started, the world goes by, goes by Let me off here, the world goes by, it goes by
4.
Large or small, life or death, rise or fall to the right or left Win or lose, just tell me a lie Strong or weak, black or white, right or wrong they both shine bright You can drown in truth, so tell me a lie Spirals weave, familiar rhymes, fill you up with guilt and pride When all you need, is a little white lie I got that feeling, I’ve been here before, that icy river is melting my core In love and in haste, the heart still aches, somebody tell me a lie Because I’m stubborn, and I’m weak, can’t find a damn thing I seek So before I cry, someone tell me a lie Going down to the river got nothing to lose I’d wash away my troubles if that river was booze So I sing, by and by, I tell myself a little white lie When I go to bed, and lay down my head, I see people I wish were dead Hushaby me baby, with a lie Can you hushaby me baby, with a lie
5.
I’ve been burning time, crawling my way back to you I’ve been burning time, crawling my way back to you The bane of chords are crashing in To the scaly, fleshy place I’ve been Hollow shells move like Ice Superficial nice I’m all sugar I’m all spice superficial nice Getting back to me, not who you tried to make me be Oh getting back to me, not who you tried to make me be Fool me once fool me twice Superficial nice Fool me once fool me twice Superficial nice Oh fool me once fool me twice Oh superficial nice I’m all sugar, I’m all spice Superficial nice
6.
In Iowa 05:21
The rooster crows, the garden calls, sharpen the hoes, mend the overalls Cause it’s coming, morning on the farm Check the weather, check the oil too, fuel yourself up and the tractor too Cause the scare balls rising, on the farm In Iowa You head on out, coffee in your hand, pull in the field and there’s somthin to mend already, on the farm You fix it up nice and try it again, pull up the markets, your gonna bust the bin, this time In Iowa, In Iowa By morning call your behind the eight ball, just put it in the ground, might reap it in the fall Or winter, or next spring Just about noon, can’t take a break, weather windows closing, don’t tempt fate Cause mother nature, wins In Iowa, In Iowa Crops spiking through every seed tries, its leafin out, you know it’s on the rise A frost comes along, everything dies, but it still bounces back cause it wants to be alive In Iowa, In Iowa Every farmer feeds about a hundred sixty five, folks go hungry if they don’t try On the farm, In Iowa In Iowa, In Iowa, In Iowa, In Iowa 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 Six oclock we’re playin in the dirt now
7.
My body’s a convenience store Take what you want, walk out the door Pump your fuel, drive away, don’t stay Don’t loiter, don’t linger, I’ll give you the finger Show you the door, when you say you want more Thank you for the lay, thank you for the lay have a nice day Screaming, screaming, eternal torment Burning, scorching, torture’s not silent Fire, brimstone, feel the hungry lick Gently cradle a mind turned sick, a mind turned sick Don’t loiter, don’t linger, I’ll give you the finger Show you the door, when you say you want more Thank you for the lay, thank you for the lay, have a nice day My life’s a convenience store, buy what I sell, always want more Choose your vice, go away you’ll pay, you’ll pay Don’t loiter, don’t linger, I’ll give you the finger Show you the door, when you say you want more Thank you for the lay, thank you for the lay, have a nice day
8.
I love you I love you I don’t know what to say, when you talk to me that way Hey, I like your company, all the crazy talk and lies, good for me Hey, can’t change a thing, no matter what I do no matter what I do I love you I love you That’s all that I can say, when you talk to me that way Hey, I like your company, all the crazy talk and lies, good for me Hey, can’t change a thing, no matter what I do, no matter what I do I love you I love you It’s all that I can say, when you talk to me that way Hey, I like your company, all the crazy talk and lies, good for me Hey, can’t change a thing, no matter what I do, no matter what I do Hey, Hey, Hey No matter what I do, no matter what I do, what I do
9.
I met a girl last night, she led me astray But I didn’t know what I know now in the cold light of day She took me to her leather lair, said I had a role to play Now both her smiles grin at me in the cold light of day In the cold cold light of day, seems last night is starting to fade The lights came up and the moon bowed down and I guess I’m still around Well she put me in a state, and I began to sway The scare ball found me without a stitch in the cold light of day Couldn’t get the cuffs off of my wrists, the ball gag tasted like grits But I stood proud under my cloud in the cold cold light of day In the cold cold light of day, seems last night is starting to fade The lights came up and the moon bowed down and it looks like I’m still around So don’t go on a date, with any old reprobate Because a beautiful Dom with her fish nets on will, humiliate I’m going back for more and I’m here to say It’s the lucky stiffs who live to see the cold light of day In the cold cold light of day, seems last night is starting to fade I came up and the Dom bowed down and it looks like I’m still around, I guess I’m still around
10.
Boosh 04:27
A starry night, loose connection, plug me in a lost dimension Don’t look back its only love I’ll bring whiskey you bring gin, we’ll forget where we’ve been And loose ourselves in fickle ways of love Yellow vans and white beach sands, frame that shot with whispering hands White foam verbs and homemade beer, come on now and get your loving here Boosh, boosh Morning comes I’ve forgotten, something here sure smells rotten Take away another day with love Fall apart come back later, no one wins some feel better Put you down a rabbit hole like so Boosh, boosh Stay alive cold and lonely, don’t look back it’s only, love I’ve got dreams but no desires, I got hope but can’t aspire Blissful peace of instant grace, Yeah but I aint got love, I aint got love Boosh We’ll toast the weather, we’ll toast the tea, get to feeling the way we want to be Somebody tell everybody, take a ride now it’s only love It’s a nice day where we going, into dreams overflowing Boosh, boosh
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This album is a collection of my blues and roots songs that didn’t find a home on my other collaborative albums. It features some of my talented singer, poet, and player friends.

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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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