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Woke up last Tuesday morning
Phone rang and I got tense
The doctor on the line said I had what just took away my friend
So I spread the news
Like a fire through the trees
It made my Momma cry and sing out a prayer just for me
I am just a man
Living on a spinning rock
Circling a yellow star
That’s just a tiny dot
In this old galaxy
In a great big universe
That started with a sudden bang
This sudden change for me is my rebirth
I went down to the creek side
Listened to the water run
Prepared myself for the uncertainty of everything that comes (my way)
She drove me to the white walls
They knifed and stitched me up
Then sent back on home with butterflies and pills in my gut
I am just a man
Living on a spinning rock
Circling a yellow star
That’s just a tiny dot
In this old galaxy
In a great big universe
That started with a sudden bang
This sudden change for me is my rebirth
Woke up one Tuesday evening
Phone rang and I got tense
The doctor on the line said my body and blood had been cleansed
Reborn into the world
Just a man who’s been around
I’ll help you carry on ‘cause we’ve all got baggage by now
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Elsewhere
03:43
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If that's what makes you feel good
Then I feel bad for you
Do what you have to do but
Keep that shit you're yapping to yourself
If that's what gets you going
Then let me stop right now
Don't wanna knock your style
But save your saving grace for someone else
Elsewhere under gray skies
On a country road by the grape vines
There's a church yard full of grave sites
Where the fallen folks of yesterday lie
And I won't stand here before I lay down there
If that's what makes you glow
Then you're in the dark
Fuck your wishing stars, your prayers
Your Gods, your portals and your spells
Now I ain't right
But I won't do you wrong
So just move along and
Save your prophecies for someone else
Elsewhere under gray skies
On a country road by the grape vines
There's a church yard full of grave sites
Where the fallen folks of yesterday lie
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Wait Around for You
03:37
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Been in love a time or two but ain't two timed my love
Hollered at the open air while the moon shined above
Mix my tea with drops of rain ever since you walked away
And I'll probably just wait around for you
This winter I've been sailing paper boats out in the street
In hopes the sewer leads them to the ocean or the sea
A message for my babe to find that says, "Don't worry just take your time"
And I'll probably just wait around for you
Every time I close my eyes I imagine that it's June
When we ran the riverside and the garden was in bloom
It's all too good to leave behind, don't want nothing new
So it's looking like I'll probably just wait around for you
Cigarette for breakfast, yeah, I'm back on that old train
Once you left I sparked it up and sucked the dragon's flame
Remembering your smile and laugh, sitting in a pile of ash
Where I'll probably just wait around for you.
Every time I close my eyes I imagine that it's June
When we ran the riverside and the garden was in bloom
It's all too good to leave behind, don't want nothing new
So it's looking like I'll probably just wait around for you
I know that you ain't coming back my way
I made my peace with that and I'm okay
I don't wanna run the town, and I don't plan to hunt you down
I'll probably just bum around and wait
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I've been walking through the fire again
Holding down both sides of the fence
Escaping stasis to a place with a view
Yeah, that's just the way I do
Flying high burn my wings on the sun
Second guessing everything that I've done
Sending love to the far and the few
Yeah, that's just the way I do
The way that I do's a doozy
Like an angel voiced extra in a silent movie
I either break or I bend
I deal with what's dealt and do it all over again
I've been busy diagnosing myself
I've been fucking like I'm going to jail
Equating idleness with time in a tomb
Yeah, that's just the way I do
Slam the snooze button five or six times
Scan the skies with kaleidoscope eyes
Skipping breakfast, drinking dinner for two
Yeah, that's just the way I do
The way that I dos and does its
Like a god damn king on a shoe string budget
I either fly or defend
I deal with what's dealt and do it all over again
Typing letters in the candlelight glare
Rocking slippers to a fancy affair
Cracking jokes in the peril and doom
Yeah, that's just the way I do
Midas touch the silver linings and such
Wine and dine with Dionysian glut
Treat my flaws like, "Fuck it. It's true"
Yeah, that's just the way I do
The way that I dos and don't its
Like a dirty diamond in a pile of cubic zirconias
I either sink or I swim
I deal with what's dealt and do it all over again
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Well, I’ve been bad but now I’m better
Don’t need you to tell me that I’ve been wrong
I won’t be like “it’s whatever”
And I will cry but not til your gone
You don’t get to see that side of me (x2)
When it’s unfair I think man whatever
Just because it’s bad don’t mean it’s wrong
Don’t you tell me it gets better
I’m aware of how far I’ve gone
You don’t get to see that side of me (x2)
I know you knew that I’ve been better
But don’t confuse what you know and what you think I ought to be
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Lucky
05:10
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Could've been an astronaut tumbling through outer space
Could've owned me a vineyard sucking on them sour grapes
Could've been a cowboy riding through a one horse town
Instead I been just who I been, doing what I'm doing now
Could've been a wise man, but I just fake the smarts
Could've been a surgeon operating on them bleeding hearts
Could've been a king, baby, but I ain't got no crown
Instead I been just who I been, doing what I'm doing now
I've been a fool, I've been broke, and I've been rich
I've been a smartass getting poisoned by my wits
I've been a drunk, I've been a slave to your kiss
I've been so god damn lucky that I can't complain about shit
Could've been a firefighter trying to get that flame to die
Could've been an arsonist trying to coax that flame alive
Could've been a farmer with a tractor and a plow
Instead I been just who I been, doing what I'm doing now
Could've been a soldier, but I won't shoot to kill
Could've been a carpenter, but I don't know how to build
Could've been a priest or saint, but ain't no God around
Instead I been just who I been, doing what I'm doing now
I've been a fool, I've been broke, and I've been rich
I've been a smartass getting poisoned by my wits
I've been a drunk, I've been a slave to your kiss
I've been so god damn lucky that I can't complain about shit
Could've been a lawyer, but I tell it how it is
Could've been the president, but I don't fuck with politics
Could've been the savior, but I ain't got it figured out
Instead I been just who I been, doing what I'm doing now
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Hey dreamer I was once like you
A whimsy rider with the world as my muse
Kissed my baby every minute or two
Threw caution to the wind and made my own rules
I was gonna be a famous man
Cheers and roses to the stage where I stand
Writing albums by the waves in the sand
Then my best friend died and I changed my plans
So I bought me a suit and tie
Got a career where I work overtime
Pay my bills with the checks I write
And go to sleep early every god damn night
You don't know what you go 'til what you got is gone
You don't know what you're getting 'til you get what you think you want
I chased away somebody in an attempt to right a wrong
Looking back it seems I was right all along
Hey Dreamer, won't you give me some space
I'm tired as hell, and I'm full of complaints
Sorry, baby, but the loving can wait
Cause as long as time's ticking then there's money to make
Gonna be a successful guy
Work my way up on the company line
Pay my debt and buy a house of mine
Then pay that debt back when I'm 65
You say, "Darling, let's go to the beach"
I say, "I'd love to when my schedule is free"
You turn away and throw your gaze at your feet
Then I swivel back to the screen in front of me
You don't know what you go 'til what you got is gone
You don't know what you're getting 'til you get what you think you want
I chased away somebody in an attempt to right a wrong
Looking back it seems I was right all along
Hey Dreamer, now we've said goodbye
All my energy is thrown to the grind
Yours is set upon the open wide
And soon you'll be headed back to Caroline
I swear to something I'm an alright dude
Even though I shook my head at you
Saw your playfulness and care free groove
And brushed it all off as the folly of youth
But I think I want to go to the beach
Burn my schedule with the kindling
Take my suit off and throw it out to the sea
Then reacquaint myself with who I use to be
You don't know what you go 'til what you got is gone
You don't know what you're getting 'til you get what you think you want
I chased away somebody in an attempt to right a wrong
Looking back it seems I was right all along
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Saying Goodbyes
03:06
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(Lukulele Slim)
Yeah, the time is on my mind
Yeah, the time is on my mind
I know that I was wrong, I know that I was blind
Yeah, the time is on my mind
(Stephen Sauer)
Yeah, the time is at my heels
Yeah, the time is at my heels
Spare me what you think
I know just how it feels
(Ed Curtiss)
Yeah, the time is all I got
Yeah, the time is all I got
All the things I've learned, ain't nothing I've been taught
Yeah, the time is all I got
(Lukulele Slim)
Yeah, my time is almost up
Yeah, my time is almost up
I got a lot to go, but a lot just ain't enough
Yeah, my time is almost up
(Stephen Sauer)
Yeah, my time is at my door
Yeah, my time is at my door
Know I've been fed up, know that I want more
yeah, my time is at my door
(Ed Curtiss)
Yeah, my time ain't time enough
Yeah, my time ain't time enough
Don't care for where I'm headed, ain't tied to where I was
Yeah, my time ain't time enough
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Fill the tea mug with raindrops and chamomile
Exhale like a survivor on the battlefield
Days I feel like a spoke in the wagon wheel
I make an extra effort to stop and smell the daffodils
Heal clicker and a slammer of cheap wine
Passing the peace pipe while I lamp at the beehive
Wonderland reconnaissance, scan it with three eyes
Still hustle the muscles sore and handle my B.I.
Yo, I’m about as spiritual as the next man
Finger painting a Rembrandt and practicing my headstands
Shortened laps on the cycle of Siddhartha
Do unto others Brother, shit is vital for to the karma
I ain’t gonna front, I’d love to be rich and famous
Just so I could leave it and fold into the nameless
Knowledge of the mental, pleasures of the physical
Wielding wooden oars rolling in my rusty riverboat
Getting questioned by the moment
Like who are you? Where you going?
When they ask me, I tell them I just man the riverboat
Man the riverboat, man the river boat
Everything will be just fine
The storms will never lasts
Currently I’m on cloud 9
But even this too shall pass
I alone can define what the I is told
The fire grows, I’m still chill like icicles
Bump a lively pulse, lying in the ivy cloaked
Hideaway, spying by the flash of a lightning bolt
Dire day bubbling, what’s become of him?
Sunny spun a bit, now he don’t trust the government
Shit, loving lips done kissed my whole physical
Roll digital cam and freak them home videos, Damn
Jimmy rig the outer realm radar
Hop the headstones, capture ghosts in the graveyard
Bone digger, bone digger, Mr. Low whisper code kicker
Pro rippler, sidearm stone skipper
I found myself
When I lost it all
By the sloping banks
And the waterfalls, I know
There’s a crystal ball fog ahead
No sweat though, I’ll brave it wisely
I know I can’t control the flow of things
And no scholar or saint can guide me
I’m a modern day barefoot ferryman
A good listener and a strong rower
When the river tells me to rest I do
When I hit the rough rapids, I paddle and keep the composure
Hear the queries but I answer to the current
That flutter in my belly helps me tell I’m alive
I don’t know who I’ll be and I don’t know where I’ll be
Headed but it’s bout to be a hell of a ride
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Lukulele Slim Portland, Oregon
Lukulele Slim is an average songwriter and a less than mediocre ukuleleist. He writes very specific songs about the great
everything.
Check out his rapping as part of Jellyfish Brigade, Claud Six, Hives Inquiry Squad, BCxLD, R4PC4MP, and Shut-ins and the Colony
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Lukulele Slim recommends:
Diving Lessons
by Jellyfish Brigade
Diving Lessons dropped the summer of 2014. It is my crowning achievement as an artist. My favorite project ever. Hip hop meets electronic music meets R&B meets folk.
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Claud Six (Lukulele Slim's rap moniker), Blake Ambrose, and Kurn't Cobain making beautifully frantic rap music about society's ills.
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My solo rap endeavor.
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Underwrought (Re)Works
by Shut-ins and the Colony
supported by 9 fans who also own “We've All Got Baggage By Now”
@crlssofficial: .@Polkadot_Mayhem > beautifully crafted future hip-hop album. seriously this is dope AF
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supported by 7 fans who also own “We've All Got Baggage By Now”
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Hotel Landifornia
by Fuzzy Jones
Swooping, pristine folk-adjacent songs with bright guitars and soothing melodies that quietly entrance.
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