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Die Wandaland

by Patrick Porter

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1.
Lite Sleeper 03:46
LITE SLEEPER (Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2006) You're a lite sleeper You're a late riser You're awake tonight When I know you should be sleeping You're a wise cracker You're a fur trapper You're out sowing tonight When I know you should be reaping You're a lite sleeper You're a late riser You're awake tonight When I know you should be sleeping You're wise acre You're a tip maker You're out laughing tonight When I know you should be weeping (Oh yeah) You're a lite sleeper You're a late riser You're awake tonight When I know you should be sleeping When I know you should be sleeping When I know you should be sleeping
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Sears Tower 04:41
SEARS TOWER (Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2006) At Sears Tower I took a picture Went up the elevator And then down again A salted cashew In my carry-on When you saw Sears Tower You know you're halfway home At Sears Tower I tapped a stranger A waft down Wacker Holy Madison A salted cashew Into Lake Michigan When you saw Sears Tower You know you're halfway home Windy City Wrigley Field At Sears Tower I took a picture Went up the elevator And then down again A salted cashew In my carry-on When you saw Sears Tower You know you're halfway home Windy City Wrigley Field (I'm here at Sears Tower Someone just tried to steal my camera from me)
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ESSO STATION (Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2006) Esso Station Double-decker Rainy window Backrow Esso station Down in Upton Soccer friendly Quiz show I won't pay my TV licence Sherbet-colored Ten pound note Esso station Gap minder Enfield City Graffito Esso station Covent Garden 27 Grow old, grow old I won't pay my TV licence Sherbet-colored Ten pound note Best get caught up in the moment Than get caught up in the storm Best to do the most that you can Mind your business, then go home I won't pay my TV licence Sherbet-colored Ten pound note Esso station Esso station
4.
Reality Row 04:43
REALITY ROW (Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2006) Prayer to 3 AM gods You're either lost in a fury Or bogged down in a pause You're in love with life This is true But it don't take much to see That life ain't all that in love with you I woke up screaming one night I looked out into darkness Saw two eyes shining bright I couldn't move for the fear I sank back into bedsheets Felt myself disappear (From NYC, to Albany Arms!) Your crying eyes Don't act so surprised Cuz I know you're not innocent Your curves and skin Won't fool me again Cuz I know what you represent (I saw this thing on the church today It's better to forgive and forget Than to hate and remember)
5.
BOND FUNERAL HOME (Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006) Hey, I A sinking wonder, oh no And if I wander, oh no Where will they bury me? Hey, I I've always wondered, oh no If I don't make it here, oh no Where will they bury me? If I die Bury me at GE And not the Bond Funeral Home Hey, I I could fall down in the snow Or bongload turn into stroke Where would they bury me? Hey, I I've always wondered, oh no If I don't make here, oh no Where will they bury me? If I die Bury me at GE And not the Bond Funeral Home Hey, I wonder Hey, I wonder
6.
Dealin' Doug 04:44
DEALIN' DOUG (Lyrics by Patrick Porter c.2006) On a farm Way out on a road It's a long time to wait For the stormclouds to form There's a crock pot in the kitchen And a crackpot in the cab of the Cushman I know when to go into the sunlight I know when to go On a farm In Nebraska corn It's a long time to wait When it rains in the hall It's a long time to wait For the farmer to settle his lawsuit I know when to go into the sunlight I know when to go When it rains Water does flow into waterways Under the roads It's a rockslide again Crushing the rows that the hoes laid I know when to go into the sunlight I know when to go
7.
Hey Lindsey 04:48
HEY LINDSEY (Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2006) Every capsized ghost ship at one time set lively sail Every lachrymose love letter turns to yesterday's mail Why don't you toss another coin into the womb of the wishing well Take another blind shot at reaching heaven via hell Hey Lindsey I don't know what to tell you Hey Lindsey You know I can't change the way That things are bound to go Don't try to cut down the rough edges Of the things you could never perfect It's always gonna be that way I don't know what the hell you expect You should never try to change the things you should just accept Either way you're just beaten up And bogged down with regret Hey Lindsey I don't know what to tell you Hey Lindsey You know I can't change the way That things are bound to go And in this carpeted room she walks across the room Not much to do And bathing in the glow of television snow she thinks of you 3 AM 3 AM 3 AM Hey Lindsey I don't know what to tell you Hey Lindsey You know I can't change the way That things are bound to go
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AFRAID TO DIE (Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2006) I'm a moving ghost Bury me clean and soft This temporary death Is turning permanent Afraid to die I know you've heard this before All of this romance is making me bored Insects in the bed And violence my skin I'm sorry everyone But after this, I'm done Afraid to die I know you've heard this before All of this romance is making me bored
9.
HAYSEED HIGHWAY (Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2006) Hayseed highway saw me home And will they grind my bones into nutmeg? It's hard to say, it's hard to say IREA lamplights stole me along Past the hunk of dung at Pine Junction It'll never change, never change A simple lesson is made of stone Let he without rot load the slingshot And set it a-fling, and set it a-fling But the hardest rock can grow sodden in moss Any wayward son can repave a cradle It's hard to escape, it's hard to escape Hayseed highway runs through the woods Stops at a dead-end mountain Oh woe is me, and woe is they 285 in a lighted dial Make up my bed and execution stay It'll never change, never change Hayseed highway saw me home And will they grind my bones into nutmeg? It's hard to say, it's hard to say IREA lamplights stole me along Past Luke's ghost at Pine Junction It'll never change, never change There's always a maybe There's always Bailey
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MADE OF STONE (Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2006) I don't doubt that You are locked up In the household You're a product of Flock together All landlocked birds Sew your feathers To the dirt It's not my fault That I'm made of stone There's a father And a daughter Which one's closer? Which ones's farther? There are so many Letters of the law I can't pretend to Know them all It's not my fault That I'm made of stone

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Die Wandaland LP, Recorded in 2006, Pine Junction Colorado. Released by Greyday Records

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released April 4, 2006

All songs written and performed by Patrick Porter. Copyright 2006, Bring Yr Own Bathos Publishing

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