Wall-Eyed

Wall-Eyed
05/09/2014
Wall-Eyed

Story

A classic story of one man's desire to wreck his lover's car.

Lyrics

wanna wreck yer car 

I've thought it over 

Red lights are red 

And these days are blue 

Why don't you settle your sweet self down 

You know I'm doing this all for you 

 

And I won't work you over 

Babe, I'll be the one to carry you 

And you can cry on my shoulder 

Babe, I'll be like Jesus Christ for you 

 

But I've been living a wet dream kind of life 

So dear wake me when I'm right 

I've been living it up all kinds of nights 

Yeah so just wake me when I'm right 

 

Babe - about the dog 

I kinda ran him over 

Baby, just be cool 

Remember we didn't only have one dog 

We had two 

Baby just be cool 

I'll get you a rose.

Wall-Eyed
Wilson Getchell
Wall-Eyed
1/20/2015
Wall-Eyed

Story

A song about drinking too many Dr. Peppers in our nation's capital. 

Lyrics

I've been in Exile in Washington, D.C. 

I can't remember why I went there 

I can't remember why I left my home 

 

The whole town seems inverted 

They got walls, they got walls, 

They got walls 

 

Chorus: 

We got soft, baby,we got caught, yeah we got robbed 

And I went woah-oh-oh-oh 

We got soft, baby, we got caught yeah, we got lost 

And I went woah-oh-oh-oh 

 

And I'm a filthy alcoholic 

Keep your daughter away from me 

I get pumped once I get started 

End up with blood all in my teeth 

 

We should mess around, 

you know, come kiss me in the mouth 

You ought to stay 

Don't be afraid 

 

I won't mess you up, 

you know, or kick you in the gut 

You ought to wait 

I need you here 

 

We could roll around 

You know, go play along the ground 

I got you up 

Don't be afraid.

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Wall-Eyed
01/20/2015
Wilson Getchell

Story

A song about straightening up.  

Lyrics

Where do I stand in this massive collection of people and movements, consents and objections? 

Statements of reason, statistical fact? I sit in the back and I wait to react 

Then you call out my name, I say, "hey, how's it been? looks like you've been out by the corner again..." 

 

I miss the dirty life, I miss the drugs and the fights. 

I miss the hold-me-up-drink-in-the-dark 

I miss the comfort in delusion 

I miss that barroom in Houston, where everybody slept where they parked. 

 

And I liked the part when you held out your hand. 

You said, "don't worry, baby" - then pulled me on in 

You had blood on your palm, you had holes in your tongue 

You had cold black ink on your arm 

 

My head in a vice and you're wasting your time, you're leaving me out in the cold. 

I'm gonna get a rise out of you, throw rocks at your car from the road. 

You tell me to "Stop!", you're calling the cops. 

I run go and hide in the woods 

Fee-fi-fo-fum, you're off into the night, and then you're on 

 

I miss the dirty life, I miss the drugs and the fights. 

I miss the hold-me-up-drink-in-the-dark 

I miss the comfort in delusion 

I miss that barroom in Houston, where everybody slept where they parked. 

 

And I liked the part when you held out your hand. 

You said, "don't worry, baby" - then pulled me on in 

You had blood on your palm, you had holes in your tongue 

You had cold black ink on your arm