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Carfrost
05:01
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Goose fucked his masseuse, and shot a moose
and then, split up with his wife
and he spent all his cash
and he grew a moustache
and they all said, he’s ruined his life.
Dan shook his hand, sold himself to the man
to extend his family tree
But there’s a circuitry plan, and a microchip and fan
there, where his heart used to be.
All that I love in this world.
I barely see you anymore and you tell me a joke–
something about cocks and dicks–
and my laughter is deep. I feel like a child.
you better go now. your flight’s at 6:00.
All that I love in this world.
I dreamt that I saw you in a park with the sun on your face.
You were singing to yourself unaware of my glance, and all your grace.
If I kept all that you are and I put it in a jar,
would it tell me my purpose this morning as I scrape frost off my car?
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2. |
A Little Door
04:22
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A cat stopped licking his paw
a lawn mower stopped
the leaf that held on all winter long, stood still, and dropped.
Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey [bacon], I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.
My ears stopped ringing
the mud, it washed out with the tide
and then, my phone died.
Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey, I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.
Now I know I could be mistaken, but while cooking my bacon, I see
this is untold, like the sea
or a you
or a me
I heard myself breathe
why have I never seen this street before?
oh! A little door.
Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey, I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.
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3. |
The Water of All My Days
04:54
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It’s a busy day I put my tasks in piles
I’m gonna choose new bathroom tiles
I stand in cue, to buy shampoo
For no reason at all I smile,
I hope this feeling stays just a little while.
Little funnies, they happen all the time
Your silly face after a glass of wine
The way you laugh at swears on a wall
Or pigeons so fat, I swear they’re gonna fall
For no reason at all I smile,
I hope this feeling stays just a little while.
On you, my thoughts do linger
You have the same fingerprint on every little finger
I shine a light at your face, to see your reply
“Why are you shining a flashlight right in my fucking eye?”
For no reason at all I smile,
I hope this feeling stays just a little while.
One day my heart, my heart, she will stop
I’ll swim in the water of all my days
Every thought from its grip will drop
and I’ll be glad I knew your ways.
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Someone hides from someone
He hides under his tongue
so he looks for him under the earth.
Someone hides from someone
He hides in his forehead
so he looks for him in the sky.
Someone hides from someone
He hides in his forgetting
so he looks for him in the grass
Look for you I look
Where don’t I look for you?
Look for you, I look, I look for you.
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5. |
Just A Dude
03:14
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A dude wakes up and he’s in the mud
It’s in his stars. It’s in his blood.
No positive mood or gratitude can change the fact that I am screwed
Cuz in the end, I’m just a dude.
You’re just a dude, you’re just a dude, you’re just a dude, you’re just a dude.
Out of bed, check the mail
I should brush my teeth, I should cut my nails
I should shave, shit, keep calm
I should shower, I should eat, I should call my mom
Call your mom, call your mom, call your mom, call your mom.
I should take out the trash, I should take the edge off
I should take you down a peg or two
I should take my time, or take what’s mine
I should clean this brush with turpentine.
Turpentine, turpentine, turpentine, turpentine.
How does a dude get out of the mud, if it’s in his stars, it’s in his blood?
I’d be reborn as a mosquito, or I swear I’d live in Toledo, anything…
No beatitude or healthy food can change the fact that I am screwed,
Cuz in the end I’m just a dude.
The sun went down and the water was silvery blue.
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6. |
To the Gods of Minnesota
04:22
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They say you find God in the place you were born
remember again where the heart feels warm
the gods where I’m from are cold and they love to sing
maybe they know why it winters all spring.
To the gods of this state and her lakes of blue
to Paul Bunyan, Bob and Prince and Judy Garland too
when the light is dim, and dark wants more
when all that’s left is a shadow on the floor
Where the great river springs and divides the land
where he carved out the lakes with an axe in his hand
where light is white and green stops growing
where we knew ourselves, before all knowing.
Is yours nicest story in the sky?
Can you turn old apples into pie?
Oh my.
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7. |
Nevertheless
04:15
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I saw a tree by a stream, and I went into a dream
of currents tugging at my roots
And worry worried, and calm calmed
after dances, tears and disputes.
But the tugging tugged on, so I had to sing its song
to stop the tickling under my feet
my heart beat strange and would again change
by this song whom now I would meet.
‘Oh nevertheless
the if, the spirit, the yes’
This song, she was kind, and my voice intertwined
with her, her current and her fish
If you wish to wish, the wish that I wish
then we can do that, if you wish.
I awake at three, the colour of a tv,
looking upon an abyss
some old memory: your face, a tree
finds me singing this
‘Oh nevertheless
the if, the spirit, the yes’
From the blurring blurry, and worrying worry,
take me, awake me now
a light, a door, a guess,
the if, the spirit, the yes.
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8. |
I Could Be You
04:00
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Fiddley doo, fiddley dee
Your wave has no water, your house no door
your fuel no fire; your apple, no core
oh! last ditch, last gasp, all out
you cannot speak you only shout, Ah!
All that I love in this world
You question every truth here and now
your feet dance, you wonder how
you fall, fall, again you leap
you love so true, you love so deep.
All that I love in this world
You walk alone in the dark
you’d love a stone, trust a shark
you’d break your self, fuck your health
you’d drain all your blood just to feel the flow of the flood.
But what if , for a moment, you could see?
What if the house had a door and the door, a key?
What if you played a game, and that game became true?
What if you could be me, and I…
My dearest friend, have we failed to see
(All that I love in this world) I could be you and you could be me
What does it mean to feel free?
Fiddley do, Fiddley dee
Maybe this passion’ll feel irrational
but it’s actual truth.
Truth, like a bell, like Gravity.
I could be you…
All that I love in this world.
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wanderingted Berlin, Germany
Wanderingted, is both the alias of the singer-songwriter Ted Schmitz and the clue to what he sounds like. His debut album I Could Be You is a folk-rock journey to a new place somewhere between Minnesota, where he was born; a garden shed in London where he wrote the album; and his current abode and band location, Berlin. The record I Could Be You will finally be released December 7, 2018. ... more
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