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Coupla Focal

by Rick McLean

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1.
Well I’m a loner, I’m a rebel I’ve been dancing with the devil and I’m living every evening like the weekend Yeah I party til I’m stupid and I’ve had no luck with cupid ‘cause that little fucker’s got some lousy aim Well I wake up every morning with my body sending warnings That paradise is troubled territory No more acting like MacGowan ‘cause his party days are showin’ and I guess I don’t want the same And if I forget all of the words that I’ve written I guess I’ll go and blame it on the booze But I would be lying to myself if I said I weren’t to blame But with all that hell raising and nights of blind raging it was certainly a battle I would lose So at least for now I’ll be riding on that sober train
2.
Luddwig 04:22
This young man wanted what everybody wants but he wasn’t sure how to do it He wasn’t sure if he wanted love or at least something close to it So he shopped around from town to town but he didn’t find what he needed So he shed some ground with his head down feeling like he’d been defeated He strolled up to a village, he’d been doing way too much thinking He walked into a tavern and that’s when he took to drinking He met a crazy lady there who matched him shot for shot She put his hand upon her breast and asked him what he thought By sundown he was looking for a place to lay his head By midnight he was laying in that crazy woman’s bed He woke up in the morning his head screaming like a birth He turned to see a lady who was twice his size in girth He stumbled out the door way and out onto the road To reflect upon a night that he would rather leave untold He found his way to the town square and to a general store He wanted some tobacco but he needed twelve cents more So he went in search of another shop and he wound up in the port He found another store there but he was still twelve cents short He took to the street with an empty tin cup in his hand The folks said he’d have better luck begging with a band So our young man stood on the dock of a bay watching another ship with his face on the flag go sailing on without him He tried to say “hi” to some passers-by but nobody seemed to give two thoughts about him So he walked along the shoreline to a populated beach Where people were having small talk in the water up to there feet So he swam out far and he dove down deep to see what he could find But he forgot that people need to breath and then the poor boy died The poor boy died He sank down to the bottom with nothing to his name No one knew he died and they went about their business all the same
3.
Well it’s your classic sci-fi tune Man meets robot, man falls in love with robot, and robots take over Not to discourage the use of robots The tale goes on Man grows accustomed to the robots’ presence and the live in unison With some tension, of course, and then the robots give birth The robot babies are adorable Man loves the little robots, man obsesses over the little robots, and then man becomes a robot Not to discourage the use of baby robots Where are we today? Where will me be tomorrow? Will we be a different species in the end? Are we growing up to fast? Are we riding the rails to sorrow? Are we past the point we were meant to comprehend? Take away convenience and all material goods Let’s start a community out in the fuckin’ woods Let us reacquaint ourselves with who we’re supposed to be We’ve glued ourselves to plastic when there’s so much more to see
4.
A teenage child with old folks’ mannerisms Naturally has a hard time growing up When he doesn’t know which rising road will fit him It goes with out saying at some point he’s bound to screw up Well, the father of this kid had been a drinker Who left him and his mom when they were young When his father died it had read in the paper A young man drowns while people bath in the sun
5.
St. James 01:58
Whatever happened to St. James, the patron saint of Spain I think he’s lost his head, I think he’s gone insane He’s drinking bourbon whiskey and he’s snorting crack cocaine Oh lord, oh Christ whatever happened to our friend St. James? Well he was the son of Zebedee, the first to join the Savior But as of late he’s full of hate and up to strange behavior He’ll go home with three escorts and he’ll come back out with four I hate to say, if he stays this way he’ll be a saint no more Well he gambles on the Sabbath and his new church is a bar He steals from the collection plate and spends it on cigars He swears in front of mothers and he swears in front of youth He’ll get in to a fistfight ‘til he’s only got one tooth Now James has become a vandal, he’s got three cans of paint I never thought I’d see this side of the Spanish saint He stays out ‘til the morning and he drinks until he faints Oh lord, oh Christ whatever happened to that Spanish saint

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released November 7, 2015

Recorded by Jason Wussow at Beaner's Central in Duluth, MN
Mixed by Jason Wussow and Mike Guello

Performed by:
Rick McLean (guitar, vocals, bass, harmonica)
Mike McLean (drums)

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