by WillEYEspeak

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nuther jam


released October 15, 2016

Willie Oliver (WillEYE) keyboard, percussion, vocals, guitar, bass guitar & Tom Ferguson guitar, vocals, bass, the

ephemeral jam

Isabella, album art oil painting by Tom F



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WillEYEspeak Atlanta, Georgia

Willie (WillEYE) Oliver & Tom Ferguson have been jammin weekly for awhile... doing covers so Willie can sing, doin my songs so I can & Willie can drum or play harmonica, inserting jams in between verse or as stand alone, experimental stuff, Willie often on keyboard for those. Straighter versions of my songs can be listened to free at ... more

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Track Name: Song Stress
inserted into this jam, or the other way around, are the lyrics from my song, Gotta Git Gone:

Horace said to Hazel as he opened the 'fridge
an analytic inner eye on every other lid
wouldn't it be beautiful to serve as a bridge
from the white sky to the place where we live
the White House to where we bury fish

walkin on along a long sea stoppin wall
dawdlin in the desert 40 nights without a mall
wouldn't it be certitude to censor every call
and notice every subtle wind that stalls
and know when every brick is gonna fall

gotta git goin gotta git gone gotta git movin on & on on & on on & on

Merriweather Hunnicutt on her morning walk
an oriental inner eye on every other lot
wouldn't it be incredible to buy up every block
and sell it all at double what it costs
and turn a purty profit into stock

all across the continental united states
consumption junction frenzy don't nobody wanna wait
wouldn't it be intolerable to sacrifice a steak
so others at the table can partake
and there can be a parting of the lake

gotta git goin gotta git gone gotta git movin on & on on & on on & on

Dusseldorf, Amsterdam, Paris and Callais
Puerto Rican sassafras tofu every day
wouldn't it be unbearable to breakfast on the quay
and hear the strains of springsong in the clay
and dance with every cousin on the way

television windows are shinin in the night
evangelic bookkeepers are totalin the flight
wouldn't it be unprintable to document the blight
and turn a dreary drifting to the right
and link a line of stoppage to the fight

gotta git goin gotta git gone gotta git movin on & on on & on on & on