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Ticks and Trips

by Outlaw con Bandana

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1.
We all met up in the park one day did some splashing in the fountain Ragstock ballteam friends of Dave Sink and I’m gonna tell you about em They used to be a bowling league in the days of Pat Buchanan But Robert Little first threw down that mitt to my way of understanding Robert gathered swagger talking Yankee talk with Dave our dandy patron daddy Might hex the Mets to whom Deden genuflects with their hefty mention doubted Saw his note on the old tack board about an indie rock baseball team Dave went out and bought some bats and balls kind of lent the whole thing steam If you ever stop at the record shop down below the Antiquarium Dave would talk ball all day with y’all him and his side kick austerians Might not have mentioned his umpiring days a dashing player he swore But the compromise was a finer prize than to never play with him no more Robert Little cried when them Mondays died of disinterest dysentery All that’s left were guys with fire in their eyes and their wives if they was married Now the record store’s on thirteenth street run by Joseph and by Bry Bry With Sink and Deden dealing on the internet hardly ever see em nope but we try
2.
Hell Attacks 02:17
Take care of the stealers of your things Lay hold of their wastelands with your heart Beware the scare that beasts may bring Sniff the wind sniff the wind sniff the wind Pair of suckers pair of slacks Mended seats insomniacs How many haunted nights they stayed Send em back send em back send em back Cold shivers deliver death throes Pendulum swings forth and back Pale pasty portrait of your face It hangs it hangs it hangs Sweetest hours ripely in repose Swift summers of evening riversides And one day she may be your bride Would you trade would you trade would you trade Help lord here’s healing brother Sickness suppresses your breath And if we ever retread our tracks Hell attacks hell attacks hell attacks Hell attacks hell attacks hell attacks
3.
I think of you girl in the dim light lover Pursued you through the guises gazes and gutters Have faith when you’re on the phone alone with another Oh dear damn me but demand of me Oh dear damn me but demand of me Oh dear damn me but demand of me Cold reason rode West and a three page letter Come swift from your chest your heart unfettered From great greif unrested babe make me feel better Or dear damn me but demand of me Or dear damn me but demand of me Or dear damn me but demand of me Will the sip sail poor boy will the ship sail poor boy Tell me tall tales but hon together we’ll rise Oh dear damn me but demand of me Oh dear damn me but demand of me Oh dear damn me but demand of me I’ve seen life without promise I prayed to a snare Set out to meet justice before I was aware Now life is less easy but ain’t we a pair Dear understand me but demand of me Dear understand me but demand of me Dear understand me but demand of me Will the ship sail poor boy will the ship sail poor boy Tell me tall tales but hon together we’ll rise
4.
Well I passed out that night as I waited at the station but I wouldn’t say that I was drunk Well I fixed my gaze on the cold stars at midnight I lay down and I shook I dreamed that night that I was my father and it was me that he’d been dreaming of It hurt me badly to see the kid crying I kissed him softly and told him to hush I was waiting at the station for my sweet Amelia for proof that we was in love It was for she I did weep in old Barcelona Minnesota and Mexico But she wouldn’t leave her mom and her papa I begged her but she’d hardly come So alone in the night so far from Nebraska I sat with my head hung I won’t kid ya I wasn’t idle in the time of my trial come in contact with many a cunt Slammed champagne for dinner and read Henry Miller like a hound dog out for a hunt But all my days were gray though there was excellent weather and my every breath was a curse Except for Altisadora and Uli Kitta my heart, took a turn for the worse I awoke on the platform burning with fever coughing up puss and blood My train it was arriving it was an hour until daylight and I dug it the best that I could Started struggling all of a sudden and I got to wondering if it were a mistake to have run But from all that I learned in the days that have followed it was the best thing that I’ve ever done But from all that I learned in the days that have followed it was the best thing that I’ve ever done
5.
10 Percent 03:07
On passing along the suffering I have only one complain’t I look about for reason but Jesus the hour’s getting late Crossed paths with tornados been kissed by a hundred sain’ts I come this far with what is but I’ll ever spar with what ain’t This ain’t the great awakening this ain’t but ten percent This ain’t from where I came and this ain’t where I went Twelve American dollars an hour two thousand hours a year The sum of our struggles is made not of time nor of tears Got money for a lawyer spare my temper and my teeth I got a love for Sunday wondering all about me This ain’t the great awakening this ain’t but ten percent This ain’t from where I came and this ain’t where I went World of worry don’t be so fast world of worry don’t desist Old wonder worker come of me and sunder the rest Old wonder worker come of me and sunder the rest
6.
Well the kids in my time never played marbly games We were hell along the river with barbles to claim Come midnight high water or alone in the rain In the summer instead of slumber old Rum River I was an elfin carp ranger down below the dam Could surely swim across the current catch crawdads and clam Neath the turbines I would climb with a rod in my hand Sure death below me you never slowed me old Rum River Far from the pulpit and the bullshit I laughed as the pretty girls passed Hahahaha Fighting a huge one without shoes on cut my bare feet on tin cans and glass With early bird anglers and late night bums that were smashed old Rum River I fished the high waters down below the bridge Where the rusty Rum River met the young Mississip Me and Kuta had secret bourbon that we regally sipped Pissed in the willows lost my minnows old Rum River There was a snag on a deep hole where the two rivers mixed And above it on an islet a stone turret was fixed A tale of knife wounds and a young soul eighty sixed Though I didn’t fear it wouldn’t go near it old Rum River Beneath the suburban haze the sun rays summarily scorched my skin On the back porch skinning bluegill skinny dipping with older women As for acts unbecoming a sportsman me and him never snitched old Rum River Well the kids in my times never played marbly games
7.
Wise stentorian paced ride the winding detour without a care live a dare You might find a new life if you only meet the right one over there or over here I heard about a heart of gold yellow bird sung a song that told Mustangs ride loud and scare all that knowed we should have cared Wise stentorian paced ride the winding detour without a care live a dare You might find a new life if you only meet the right one over there or over here Loud love sold a cityscape shorn bald sizzling razor scrapes Blasted and enchanted cried for love you lonely son Wise stentorian paced ride the winding detour without a care live a dare You might find a new life if you only meet the right one over there or over here Skirt talks of a hunter’s net set the fields a blazing Seattle eyes set on the ground Midwestern guys all stare you down Wise stentorian paced ride the winding detour without a care live a dare You might find a new life if you only meet the right one over there or over here
8.
Out in the night for a sip of whisky before I write of the hope and the misery Father life and the way that the visiting lights hurt when they bleed soft as hurricanes Often not to blame warm as summer rain Should I shun the swift kiss of tragedy dismiss the shit piss and sympathy Amass regret in totality and fuck when day is near stay for the holocaust Insure against bitter loss swim deep in the special sauce Bullshit quit your crying and dig this here mystery Visiting lights ain’t prone to no wizardry and defy the slow secret sickness Be kind no screaming tirade sleepy quiet like the moss Slow the blood in your veins sane emerge from the sauce I’ll tell you once sadly seen you fall and know you’ve been beat badly And I pray you slash past your vanity be cool Stay silent a spell please stifle that scoff skip your quick trip to hell And calmly conquer your cough Out in the night for a sip of whisky before I write of the hope and the misery Father life and the way that the visiting lights Hurt when they bleed soft as hurricanes Often not to blame warm as summer rain Passed out in the night sword sick off your whisky Visiting lights might strike you as visionary And frightening rewound remembrances of heart felt retreats Swim against the grain embellish your pain waiting for summer rain
9.
I shot my pistol in the heart of town and the big chief hollered don’t you blow me down Which way which way did the the poor gal go Well she left here running that’s all I know Which way which way does the Red River run It runs East and West just like the setting sun I shot my pistol in the heart of town and the big chief hollered don’t you blow me down
10.
Harsh waves are crashing on both of our oceans Another passing of torches neath the frozen city comes to be happening like a veil of illusion Over our minds and times and lines of bachic resolution But that ain’t for sure it ain’t what I once would have figured My eyes always see what time has left withered Truth can come and pass me by Cause winos are thirsty day and night Ain’t it true ain’t it right many are suffering a terrible plight For some sore sucker it’s the end But if he ain’t around aw then what could have become of him Maybe a fabled day of contemplation could have saved his rickety soul
11.
To The River 03:15
I’m looking at fourteen bullet casings contained in a plastic bag so they keep The traces of their origins the piney place where a life begins By the river by the river oh I’m reading the expressions of heart-felt sympathy from the American Legion and auxiliary Steeped in the mystic poetry of men whose lives and mine must meet in the river In the murky river oh Made unto your image great father of minds from the wide shining sea To those lonesome drunken times I remember you biked thousands of miles once your heart missed a beat But still it was you always dreaming of me I’m asking you now where lies the goal Approached unmistaken for once and for all Was it the river was it the river oh I dreamed of many bully brothers and swift swimming sisters Thoughts wrung to rags and heels burned to blisters Faces of weather that flash in their time till the last cast unexpected flies from the line To the river to the river oh
12.
Well I’d rather sweat not having a cigarette Than to cash in a travelling tune Song singing from me to you Through the thousand lone miles askew Ain’t a kiss that I blew to be true So few stayed the same once they grew Well now I gone rambling ain’t it a shame Ain’t it saddening gone travelling Get back blackjack get faded Big set ups debated My big brother never made it To his speedball shot recreated You go to the grave once you paid it That don’t appear to be where he’s fated Perhaps now he’s staggering shaking his shame Letting strange doctor fame examine him Well I looked out my front door in the morning They pulled her out from a dumpster Another middle class road worn punker She’s about fifteen skinny and tall And last night I heard her call Fucking I can out snort y’all Now I gotsta keep rambling or roll over forever Lest I play with fickle heart or heart damaging
13.
I awoke before dawn just like a broken dream Saw the sorry early worm heard his tiny little scream Licked my wounds and bore the wear hated myself and combed my hair Oh how the sun rose to my cry Jesus don’t know why My alarm clock played a song about how the English finally won Thanks to George Harrison I puked and put my panties on If you wall your little heart if you tarry The creeping tether especially in your cave cabal If you look the double take or be respondent Of the style sex interest that cleaves and mends Do the funny dance take all that clumsy fortune Exempt are the dead be wary traveler Fellows remember what mama taught you Girls don’t worry whether daddy will catch you Don’t die up there with the rope on the rafter Don’t slyly impress with cash and curry Don’t talk to me ever be vital Somewhere between the scamp and the scion I awoke before dawn just like a broken dream Saw the sorry early worm heard his tiny little scream Licked my wounds and bore the wear hated myself and combed my hair Oh how the sun rose to my cry Jesus don’t know why My alarm clock played a song about how the English finally won Thanks to George Harrison (Ringo Paul and John) I puked and put my panties on
14.
Judy Canova 02:00
Daddy we got wax paper to ride on the slide? Wait a minute there buster I’m trying to decide His smart little face looking down at me and Judy Canova smiled His mind did imbibe everything it did see god I love my child We went up an elevator to see our friend Nate Who fed us our dinner on a heaping plate My boy’d never had duck but he got the gist he grabbed a drumstick And though the greasy old bird dribbled fat down his wrist he fucking loved it He looked at me sternly said daddy my man How come you and mama ain’t married as planned I told him I loved her and god knows I tried and I didn’t lie Though if he knew my feelings regarding her now he’d be horrified We walked through the market we got to the park It was three pm we would be there till dark His voice was impassioned asking daddy what could we ride on the slide From the back of her torn record jacket Judy Canova smiled
15.
When I awoke in Spain well I’d been having bad dreams Reading things in the streets I don’t know what they mean I walked around I did I walked all over Madrid I walked down Fuenacarral I walked alone all the way Looking for an old calle where a boy could play Them gypsies had me beat I smoked my hash on the street I had a date with a girl she was Catholic to start I asked her how to say kiss plain acting smart She said its besito boy pero yo no voy I took a train to Barcelona town I met a friend along the way I spent some time on the beach lord knows I wanted to stay But something in my pants says I have business in France
16.
Burger Joint 03:13
It all started in a burger joint scorching August day Couple hessian kids daring each other to wander away Well we didn’t have women less often had cash So we sifted and twisted rolled and passed that joint along Might have gone to Miami for the metal scene Don’t know how much fun that that would have been One last customer at the Greyhound between Us and those fishnets when a man screamed New Orleans The big easy you’ll never starve Sixteen year old boys drink in bars learn the blues guitar First night on the streets we already lost our loot Well the crackhead come first then the prostitute Well we didn’t get high and we didn’t get sex And as far as TB well I had the doctor check much later on Bottles clashed there was giggling the lasses was wiggling Shy passes unintriguing but they still took us home And in the months that tore past a man’s visage was cast By the boy tumbling past the further and further he roamed Watch him roll Fell in with a hustler his wife he would pawn And Bobby and Joany’s one true son Well I was living all right I stayed out most nights Well some of them are living while some of their sights have withdrawn If my tune could carry to Lissa and Jeremy Still life in the memory of them wailing and high Fair Teshan and Mike Younger how your old pal has wondered Where my imagination’s colored the truer hue of life What spectrum was known
17.
Sunrise Red 04:15
Like the empress expressed by bus riders fair emboldened earthly a time Actions belayed by glances a shade far deeper than thine He would have said some old empty line In le gare she swore only a knave be poor the gypsies shimmied and cried In the muse wise traveler she remembers the tricks that they tried Sunrise red my eyes are blind Your winey head our tiny minds On the rushing of souls to the market place the cuffs of oppressors ensnare Long hour’s late a half hour’s wait Hades will the bus not appear Come on ensnare we twigs in your tide On the tram that we rode the mass would pass and unload A vibrant place and time On the cool water’s edge dry spirits instead of the sweat the salt and the lime Sunrise red my eyes are blind Your winey head my tiny mind The murderous one with the nervous cough Obsessed with a stitch in his side Told the horrified kid he’d be welcome to sit He was always happy to slide She withdrew her pen and began to write Noxious neighbor someone’s own drag Molester of other’s vibes In point you excrete a volume of shit in larges we tire of your jive Sunrise red my eyes are blind Your winey head our tiny minds
18.
Crow Wing 02:53
Crow Wing County rake never no place to go Secret chain of lakes would fight the spiny pickerel Loamy sodden mound split the woods assimilate The city jive everybody’s getting laid Fighting time passed the dances digital Shot the weight of class avenging characters Sunny space wouldn’t bear a penance owed Another place erase a damned gallis pole The ivory bone buried thousand years ago Bore the weight placed upon this archipelago White pride we scoffed it into shambles While the posh offered up preambles Naked ape scramble long the lazy river bank I know your shape your ripple and your earthquake The fire line of sight be like a magic Impress your mate tickling power of the pageant Primal whine wild with withered rage County line in a sordid alcoholic daze Who’s the bold briar burning through this cold Ugly hospital laser beams souls untold Its cocked you cold burn the hair of paranormal Spare a hole bury the phantasmal Ice cold begging for the dagger Unfold untold you opt to stagger
19.
Rainy Season 02:14
20.
Tracy G 02:54
When summer come rising I could taste your sweaty skin You gave colors and magic to the evening You was patient through the pageantry angered easy once you’d captured me In the forest the car and the street then come the tragedy Sweetheart please help me gather Take you boldly hush your chatter For a ride in my car upon the highway Was it liquor that caused it Y’all recall the word idiot Now I’ve been arrested for driving drunk At last I recall the evening how your soaking hair blinded me We were each other’s favorites for a while lovely Tracy G Sweetheart please help me gather Take you boldly hush your chatter For a ride in my car on the highway
21.
Heir of my body buddy beware of my song Or have we lost thee to the brutal years to come icy fields or the razor’s sum Idly binded like the grandsons of Custer or Khan Wield ye fortune or has greatness our way come weird generation A weary man slept hard by the sea Smoking and pondering the granary Father came too to the call of arms While winking sisters sold our last farm Little minnow what waters have you swam Do you hear horsemen or the swarm of North Vietnam Born of liquor be relieved of your penchant to scam Lay low baby take fear to hearts on the lam Westward they moved with the centuries armed Ran out of town sold his guitar Half starved and crazy living in squalor While winking sisters sold our last farm Does blood bear the poison or forebear the heart attack Beware of obsession suffer brave though you may lack You’re mine you’re mine Be not the pursuer of crystal cheap wine or smack Rail at the abuser no matter how the chips are stacked Son of a man held proud in the sun While your first flight here landed and up you were brung Somewhere in the stacks your star is slung Now your wanderings begun your songs being sung
22.
We looked out on the sea long past the beach and the pilings Roll on your sore season is gone Held the dream in our teeth kept up the fighting and dying Live on Men sold sugar all the way back to the invention of the gunny sack To be known to be known to be known to be known They took babies from mamas they took the lightning from diamonds They’re taking lightning from diamonds they’re helping and they’re smiling Taking lightning and frightening the selfless and the assassinine My precious wouldn’t leave me behind unawake unalive They’re taking lightning from diamonds they’re helping and they’re smiling Taking lightning and frightening the selfless and the assassinine My precious wouldn’t leave me behind unawake unalive Was there a reminder inspiring lifted from them come before us From the beach fire tribes or the retreat to the forest How decrepit the form of the broad shoulders that bore us From Malkuth Live on Seeing men’s minds doubt and empires fall the knowledge ain’t wasted We passed through some horrible themes and phases The pit and the snake and the witch at her stake keep a loner wasted Wasted Live on They’re taking lightning from diamonds they’re helping and they’re smiling Taking lightning and frightening the selfless and the assassinine My precious wouldn’t leave me behind unawake unalive They’re taking lightning from diamonds they’re helping and they’re smiling Taking lightning and frightening the selfless and the assassinine My precious wouldn’t leave me behind unawake unalive
23.
Sad Sonnet 01:52
Now say lo to the first living warm winds blowing up here with certain sadness Cause my mind is wound up the sound of violins calls to me gypsy have coffee and cry You got your wings to fly and a pensive madness tell expensive lies and ignore extensive damage A young man should feel shivers when he dreams But like nothing life loving is my woman’s limit she screams But them cold Decembers know the icy veins and silence Find work find friends and add em to the list of tyrants So with swiftest resound you go kicking her out but look who’s been beat boy welcome back to the street So say lo to the places where warm winds are living for fragments of time and foolish forgiving Lay waste to the earth where seeds are sewn and doing such things as hitting the road Well all the days fall down as if they been coldly cut off from that braid of thine To whom all are tales are woven brave pictures of dinners and celebrations lay round Sad sonnets of searchers are never to be reclaimed
24.
A-10 Blues 02:12
Didn’t you know that I’ve been railroaded by a liar whose entire story’s false Clothes confiscated name degraded oh girl please tell the truth and end these A-10 blues False incarceration false tears of remorse were your ruse Your lying tears confine me here with the A-10 blues A-10 blues Vile twist of midnight five years ago I walked alone upon the misty streets of Spain I should be out there drinking with my father of the new year’s waters and no A-10 blues Call it trouble call it cancer without proof Goddamn my health hang it by a shelf with these A-10 blues A-10 blues Got diarrhea my stomach’s churning and I’m learning like crazy about myself And its hell in my cell the wall tells of a man with no shoes and the A-10 blues My feet are sweating and I’m getting out of here real soon That’s what you hear talking to the mirror with the A-10 blues A-10 blues A-10 blues A-10 blues
25.
It seems to me there’s a time to drink an instant for fistfights a reason to think There’s a soul for blues and a hollow threat A well of remorse and a jail of regret And you’ll get there in time slow time Ever ready boys steady the climb but never mind the deadly descent Well a drinking man oh he’s got his pals but a better man’s an effortless lover of gals One hand for the bottle and one for his friends Well he’s been under more times than he’d like to pretend But he’ll come up in time slow time Ever ready boys steady the climb but never mind the deadly descent When fighting there’s but a lightning second or two Your body’s in the right place your mind will be true Hit em hard hit em quick or christ-like be No balking shit talking your enemies Or they’ll beat you in time slow time Ever ready boys steady the climb but never mind the deadly descent Meditations fill the empty thoughts of all But don’t preach your brothers when they’ve come to call Let the words of others wash over your thoughts Some lessons you might learn em and some you might not But you’ll learn em in time slow time Ever ready boys steady the climb but never mind the deadly descent But never mind the deadly descent
26.
Two Angels 02:40
I dreamed of two lovely girls identical believe it or not they were both angels One handed me a water pipe and I thought it wise The other silently scanned my heart with her eyes On the front porch of Dewey street of a warm afternoon And my good friends did descend from their rooms The first gal giggled as I smoked my pipe wisely The other looked on at the young men blindly And a phone call woke me a phone call woke me My flawed memory of them was smoky Hello said a stranger I need the address She said I wrote you a letter but I must confess It had been a long year since our brief introduction Still fresh from my dream I begged verification My sleepy eyes were glistening after receding visages Sure go on and send me unsolicited messages The vague sense of hope in her voice was almost tangible But did she know I’d been accused of crimes unimaginable And my own heart broke me my own heart broke me A perfect paradigm of dopey poetry I received that week only two grim envelopes Neither of which would soon lead a man to hope One said I couldn’t see my boy any more The other called me a rapist but I’m just a whore At the end of each rope was one dire diabla With my neck in each noose and no use in talking to Either of these gals as to the weight of their decisions As they joined hands and continued with my derision And those devils smote me those devils smote me I hung my head and cried so low and lonely I hung my head and cried so low and lonely
27.
Well do not weep maiden for war is kind cause your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the frightened steed ran on alone do not weep for war is kind Harsh booming sounds of the regiment these men were born to drill and die The unexplained glory flies around them in a field with a thousand corpses dying Well do not weep babe for war is kind cause your father tumbled in the yellow trenches Grasped at his breast gulped and died do not weep for war is kind High above them the standards are flying them eagles emblazoned in red and gold Teach them the glory of killing in a field with a thousand corpses cold Mother whose heart hung humble as a button on the bright splendid shroud of your son Great is the battle god and great is his kingdom Do not weep for war do not weep for war do not weep for war is kind

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released March 30, 2013

Originally appeared on Volume 1.
Recorded and mixed by Joel Gibson.
# 12
Originally appeared on Terrible Days.
Recorded and mixed by Joel Gibson.
# 9, 10, 15
Originally appeared on Masters, Mates and Pilots.
Recorded by Matt Rooney.
# 4, 14, 20, 25, 27
Originally appeared on Life Without Outlaw.
Recorded and produced by Ted Stevens. Mixed by Steve Micek.
# 6, 8, 24, 26
Originally appeared on Faeries and Rewards.
Recoded and mixed by Ted Stevens with help from Brendan Greene Walsh. Produced by Ted Stevens.
# 2, 3, 19, 23
Originally appeared on The Triple Escape.
Recorded and produced by Alex McMannus.
# 18, 21, 22
Originally appeared on Wonder Worker.
Recorded by Matt Rooney. Mixed by Donald Meints.
# 5, 7, 17
Originally appeared on Unrivaled Times.
Recorded, mixed, and produced by Donald Meints.
# 1, 11, 13, 16

All songs written by:
Brendan Hagberg with some help from Matthew Rooney and Pearl Lovejoy Boyd, except Big Chief Hollard (traditional) and From War is Kind (adapted from the poem by Stephen Crane)

Players:
Brendan Hagberg, Matthew Rooney, Pearl Lovejoy Boyd, Joel Gibson, David Socha, John Kotchian, Matt Manning, Chris Fischer, Alex McMannus, Tiffany Kowalski, Dan McCarthy, Josh Krohn, Justin Kephardt, Ted Stevens, John Borrie, Cody Peterson, Grant Brownyard, Jake Bellows, Matthew Borkenhagen, Alisa Meints

Special thanks:
Alexander The Magnificent. Harrison Martin. Townes Hagberg/Tow Tow Matmos. 

Special thanks to auxilliary players:
Brent Larue, Andy Berkley, Brian Byrd, Django Greenblatt Seay, Eric Thomas, Dave Goldberg, Keith Frederick, Will Watson, Kat Ludwick, Kate Williams, Seth Fox.

In Memory of:
Dave Sink. Heather Nelson. Micheal Allison. Lou Johnson. Pat Brennan. Tony Pfeifer. Denis Cassity. Dick Hagberg. All of us in our time.



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