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easy (does it)

by J Roth

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1.
Easy 03:29
If you took me high if you took me low Maybe having just a little bit would keep me moving slow Maybe grooving in a sure tune would give me a sense of that Aum But the fourth of July keeps getting stuck in my eye And their bombs and their rocket satellites to spy Keep me raising my shoulders and ducking my head Walking like a robot less alive than dead If I remember you and you remember me We'll be sure to say hello the next time we see Ourselves misplaced shuffling to the pace Of the cog frog hop of humanity I never been to Jersey, never been to Spain But you can be sure I'm going Eden and coming back again Cause holding my mind in this time leaves me sighing that... It's so easy (it's so easy) When I look out from my own eyes And see the world as it's smiling The turnstile spun me back the way I'd come So I moaned and I groaned and then started to hum About the doldrum space I was hoping to replace With a portrait filled with the face Of the one I love carrying a dove Having swooped up the beaten and taking them above A world unsure how to stock the pure On a ruling shelf it's always those with wealth Drinking forever to their very own health Feeling mighty proud of their stealth Still these walls that I beat leave me marching without feet And creepin' and cheatin' and leavin' myself Underneath the magazines on your coffee table Always feeling so unable To get your attention as you chit chat 'bout the happenings in your fable It's so easy (it's so easy) When I look out from my own eyes And see the world as it's smiling The broom won't mop and the mop won't sweep Up this mess that's festering across the street To ignore is to implore it to come knocking upon my back door Still I know there's a shore where there's always more Of these troubles and shoveling provides no cure Am I a man to be a rubber band holding much more than I possibly can When I finally snap and am set free from the trap I'll stop myself from looking back At the tides and the winds as they begin to snack 'Pon the immortal me I'd hoped would stay in my tracks And when my ways reach the end and there's no nickel left to lend And I'm told I've got to go back and start again I will not break, I will not bend I'll just start crying that... It's so easy (it's so easy) When I look out from my own eyes And see the world as it's smiling
2.
I'd like to take you for a ride on my little red wagon today I'd pick you up in my car but I gave it away Go fast no I'm moving slow I need some time to see which way to go I'm trying to find a new mind to define What's between you and me Whoah! Easy round those curves Hh hh hh ok I'll push you up this hill But I know the thrill will be over just as soon as we reach the top 'Cause I've been there before and I know the other side is such a fast unsatisfying drop I'd like to take you for a ride in my little red wagon today I know you're not a little girl but can you come out and play Go fast no I'm moving slow I need some time to see which way to go I want you near that much is clear Shucks, I'll even let you steer for awhile Now, I see that you know the red light means stop And it's obvious you know that the green light means go But what you don't seem to understand is that the light is currently on yellow which means proceed with caution I mean slow And can we get off this highway onto some easy-paced country road I'd like to take you for a ride in my little red wagon today I'd sweep you off upon my horse but he ran away If you cry whoah! I'll take you home I'm used to going it all alone If you cry yes I just might confess riding with you is the best At this time I'd like to point out there's no brake so can you make sure we're in the clear I see by that look in your eye you could use a little bit more fear You see, I've been in so many wrecks and I know it's hard to catch Ourselves before we get into that crash But you're not stopping so here we go again It's Newton's law of objects in motion and it's speeding us to our end Just take one last look at me and after we can say we'll still be friends I'd like to take you for a ride on my little green skateboard today I'd pick you up in my wagon but I threw it away
3.
By Nate Corbett (edited by J Roth): Placid and tattered water show me my reflection Silent wind and loud moon You see the seasons are changing and I have forgotten again I am still the same old new Gotta get something, gotta get something (but) the moon's still shinin' and the clouds are still rollin' and I wonder where they're goin' down the back alley of someone's crazy, bright dream time that I wish I was a part of We slept on rooftops to get closer to the moon Even my shadow stands taller than I Worn heart traveling in new shoes That old lonesome feeling is not so far away, it is as close as the wind that blows across the spaces in our hearts when time comes knocking, ticking, falling short... Roaming the vastness, taming its curves Sowing its bounty into our souls (It's as deep) Deep as nothing at all The world passed us by and we could not catch it so we built and created, thought of love and we hesitated Clunk-da-thud there it goes yer watchin' it slip outta yer head that too good, just right knowin' and whoever thought that light glow high dry sunshine would be peekin' through yer window on that mornin' stealin' away whatever it was you thought you had We slept on rooftops to get closer to the moon Even my shadow stands taller than I Worn heart traveling in new shoes That old lonesome feeling is not so far away, it is as close as the wind that blows across the spaces in our hearts when time comes knocking, ticking, falling short... (interlude) We slept on rooftops to get closer to the moon Even my shadow stands taller than I Worn heart traveling in new shoes That old lonesome feeling is not so far away, it is as close as the wind that blows across the spaces in our hearts when time comes knocking, ticking, falling short... Damn you blustery Sunday (even you) snowing in my shoes Take today back or buy me some candles (And yet I) Always work for the winter of the world Always work for the winter of the world (Should I always be workin' for the winter of the world I feel it comin') I move like softness herself this windy soul and all it carries in this world Desperate to find independence in mortal thought
4.
Got a fist full of hammers and a pocket full of screws Might as well groove gotta keep it real loose There's a chickenbone under m' ribcage and chickenbones in my stew Might as well groove cock-a-fuckin'-doodle-doo Samson got my Delilah even with his hair cut in a crew Might as well groove no salve for the wound nothing left to prove This old bird's not flying after you With roses in their holsters Hallmark's painted all the violets blue Might as well groove check out the true hues Oil rainbows in the puddle seeping through the holes in my shoes Might as well groove I know the road to choose Moon's passed out on my porch with a brown bag full of booze Might as well groove I don't need no light to see me through One's more than two when I'm not counting on the likes of you I've seen it in my face standing in a soup line of disgrace Droppin' as I walkin' nothin's stoppin' me from hoppin' on that train Shame has got me laid like old paper in a bird cage Droppin' as I'm walkin' nothin's stoppin' me from hoppin' on that train I've been saned and tamed contained and caned While I've feigned and gained and waned and blamed Traced your shadow on my wall waitin' for you to call Droppin' as I talkin' nothin's stoppin' me from hoppin' on that train Now my get-away car's here steer with fear to face the mirror Droppin' as I talkin' nothin's stoppin' me from hoppin' on that train I've been stoned and throned droned and loaned I've been tied and tried defied and left on the side Fingers lingered the old crow spat Now your dog's wearing my hat Yeah your pain accrues but these blues aren't news Come on now there's just your soul left to lose Flim-tinsel Romeo's got my Juliette in a swoon Might as well groove get on the move With their dollar store plastic trumpet they're trying to call the tune Might as well groove ruin's comin' real soon Chokin' on beef jerky philosophies while the dish beats up the spoon Might as well groove sun's slidin' down the dune get out of this cartoon Spiral 'til it soothes and smooths it all away
5.
Little Star 04:16
Twinkle twinkle little star I used to wonder what you are Until they caught you with a rocket and put you in my pocket away Dreaming dreaming little girl Inside your eyes I can see a pearl Do not fret if those with held breath chance to your depths just try to keep that pearl safe don't let them steal it away ('Cause) I've seen it too many times before Empty gazes peering up at me from the eyes' ocean floor Spinning spinning little Earth some think that life here is such a curse If my words are like birds I'll be sure to try and cure the serpent we blamed That ol' snake was framed Crumple crumple little man look at you poppin' and stretchin' like a rubber band In a flurry you start to scurry vision blurry so sure she left you today That she found a new game to play I've seen it so many times before Spinning around trying to find a love that one and only love so pure What a chore (interlude) I've seen it and I'm sure I'll see it again All of these people turning their beginnings into the bitterest end Revving revving little car inside of you I could travel far But on the country road there's gold not sold I don't care if it's cold I'm walkin' today Say there Mr. Bluebird what have you got to say? Jingle jangle my coin change your tune is making me deranged So I'll flip one here and roll one clear and leave the last behind your ear OK? OK Cause I've lived it out too many times before Trying to feed a money purse that's always crying out for more Twinkle twinkle little star time to let you out of the jar Send you back on that rocket please unlock my wonder of what you are... Wonder what you are... I'll wonder what you are... I'll just wonder what you are...
6.
Cicadas 02:17
7.
Up & Away 06:04
I was down on the street giving my baby a call When who should come up to my phone booth but ol' Clark Kent Superman stripping down to his drawers He says: “ If you'll kindly step aside, I've got the world to save” I said: “Ah, you know I would but I got my lady on the line and that's my last dime I just paid” Well, he proceeded to grab me by the collar and threw me down in some rubbish by the curb Then he had the nerve to get on the phone with my old lady and start to purr I brushed myself off and then I took him by his red diaper and cape I gave him a push start into the sky and this I did say: Take it up, up, up, up and away (x3) Take it away Cause I don't want you 'round no more Telling me how it should be Just take the elevator to the top floor You know the basement is alright by me (Most definitely) I was sitting with my sweetie, gazing peacefully at the moon When who should come up but ol' Neil Armstrong wannabe humming his tune He says to me: “You can't imagine what it's like up there “You have no idea what it's like to take a giant step for mankind and then bound through the air You can only sit here and stare at that lunar face You can only dream 'bout what it must be like up there in space” Well I said: “Yo, Eagleboy are you done landing? Are you about through? Isn't there some rocket waiting for you? Cause me, my gal and this here moon got better things to do" So take it up, up, up, up and away (x3) Take it away I've given you your time and you've spoken your peace Lord knows how you've tried to enlighten me Just go ahead and sail those broad seas While I sit here swinging in my tree (slightly out of key) (interlude) I was touring Olympus when who should I come across but ol' Aphrodite She was sipping cocktails on the veranda in her see-through nightie Truth be told she was looking mighty fine I said: “Sweet goddess of love would you be mine?” She scoffed saying: “You need arms and a chest like Heracles to be my man “And you could use a haircut and some new threads you're looking scraggly like Pan I've briefly glanced through that scrapbook of love you've been pasting together and oow Seems to me those mortal weaklings could have fallen for someone better than you” I said: “Wait a minute, wait a minute, if you were a better mother to your son I would not be such a pin cushion for that little imp and his fun I may be no prize true but we'll see how much better you do when I catch that little Eros brat of yours and I send his arrows at you” So take it up, up, up, up and away (x3) Take it away
8.
Onomatopoeia 04:44
A bee goes buzz, a snake goes hiss, and a pig oink oink and a cow moo moo But when it comes to humans what's the tongue supposed to do? Is it Aum? Salo milikim? Hare Hare? Or Amen? Well, it seems like those words so easily make some folk enemies and others friends If I knew my own true noise to make you can be sure I'd be letting it through But for now it's just this rat-a-tat, mishmash, mumble jumble of words I got coming at you I hope it's pure... Ono Ono Ono Ono Ono Ono Onomatopoeia See ya see ya see ya see ya see ya I wouldn't wanta be ya Uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh If you ain’t speaking that pure Onomatopoeia Well, sometimes the phone's ring-a-ling, the bell's din-a-ling, the alarm's beep beep, the clock's tick tock and the planes going zoom zoom varoom Have me plodding up the stairs, skidding across the floor, flip flopping across my bed and hiding in the corner of my room So I went out to the wilderness to find some peace Leaves crunch beneath feet, wind goes whoosh, skipping stones splish splash But always in my head that voice everlasting - speaking that rat-a-tat, mishmash I hope it's pure Ono Ono Ono Ono Ono Ono Onomatopoeia See ya see ya see ya see ya see ya I wouldn't wanta be ya Uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh If you ain’t speaking that pure Onomatopoeia The bomb goes boom, gun bang bang and bullets zip zip zip Meanwhile the home front crowd roars as the player dribbles the ball up court then jump, shoot, swish Sometimes no feels like no and yes feels like yes But other times what the correct answer is I can only guess So clang the kettle, pop the corn, slurp the noodles, sip the coffee and chuck all the waste into great big heaps As we sigh and we moan and we groan and we giggle and we wail and we weep and speak that: Ono Ono Ono Ono Ono Ono Onomatopoeia See ya see ya see ya see ya see ya I wouldn't wanta be ya Uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh If you ain’t speaking that pure Onomatopoeia Now just how do spell that? It's easy really You get on a tomato and kick off the 't' Then you're on a mato: o-n-o-m-a-t-o Then you invite your friend Poe, Edar Allen Then you're on a mato with Poe: o-n-o-m-a-t-o-p-o-e Then you make the whole thing a country like Albania or Russia or Namibia by putting 'ia' at the end and then you've got: o-n-o-m-a-t-o-p-o-e-i-a Spell it with me: o-n-o-m-a-t-o-p-o-e-i-a Gloria style: o-n-o-m-a-t-o-p-o-e-i-i-i-i-i-a Ono Ono Ono Ono Ono Ono Onomatopoeia See ya see ya see ya see ya see ya I wouldn't wanta be ya Uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh If you ain’t speaking that pure Onomato Onomato Ooooo Onomatopoeia
9.
I wanna say hats off to Kevin Keith Gotta say hats off to Kevin Keith Wanna say hats off to Kevin Keith Gotta say hats off to Kevin Keith We used to take it on down yes, we did We used to take it on down yes, we did We used to take it on down yes, we did and then we'd move it around I wanna say hats off to Kevin Keith Gotta say hats off to Kevin Keith Wanna say hats off to Kevin Keith Gotta say hats off to Kevin Keith We used to take it on down yes, we did We used to take it on down yes, we did We used to take it on down yes, we did and then we'd move it around Sometimes when you get down You wind up feeling low Sometimes when you get down The knees will wobble And sometimes when we took it on down The tweak freaks would think they were wearing the crown And, you know, to them that mirth-blazing sound Was something which they tried to confound Sometimes when we get down We wind up feeling low Sometimes when we get down The feet can stumble But sometimes when we took it on down His sax and my six we'd capture the sound And the tapping feet they'd begin to resound And out would come our words absurd and profound And the people they'd stop and say: “Hey, that sounds OK - Come on man keep on playin'” And then– We'd take everybody away I wanna say hats off to Kevin Keith Gotta say hats off to Kevin Keith Wanna say hats off to Kevin Keith Gotta say hats off to Kevin Keith We used to take it on down yes, we did We used to take it on down yes, we did We used to take it on down yes, we did and then we'd move it around
10.
The Carpet 06:46
All aboard! The carpet leaving before moonset All aboard! The carpet leaving before moonset Hurry up! Thing One and Thing Two are out of their box And the Oncelers are driving away the Lorax All aboard! The carpet leaving before moonset All aboard! The carpet leaving before moonset Look at the walls of the room fading away Let's sail off with Max to where the Wild Things stay So if the gum won't come off of our shoe We'll run barefoot all the way to Timbukto On the way we'll cook up some hearty stone soup And look up at the stars giving We'll trick a leprachaun out of his pot of gold And then we'll catch a ride on the back of the crow To fly as he does to Robin's men in Sherwood Forest And with them we'll try living All aboard! The carpet leaving before moonset All aboard! The carpet leaving before moonset Look here I got Harold's purple crayon Let's draw the kind of world we want to be living in All aboard! The carpet leaving before moonset All aboard! The carpet leaving before moonset To the place where the sidewalk ends we'll go And shake this Yippi-yuk off of our toe So if this gum won't come off of our shoe We'll run barefoot all the way to Katmandu On the way we'll cook up some hearty stone soup And look up at the stars giving We'll turn this big ol' 'frigerator box into a spacecraft Ai Matie! Fly the Jolly Roger up our mast Catch a ride with Huck, Tom and Jim on a Mississippi raft And with them try living Let's shoot a game of pool with Jupiter's moons Take the yellow submarine to the Atlantis ruins Oh, how soon I must be leaving But between the dreams of the night and those of the day Is a Narnia where we can always stay I'll meet you there you know the way and once again We'll start weaving Making and believing Are you believing? Are you believing? All aboard! The carpet leaving before moonset All aboard! The carpet leaving before moonset We've Bilbo Baggins' eyes to see the hole in Smaug's chest We've got Bart's black arrow to lay the old worm to rest All aboard! The carpet leaving before moonset All aboard! The carpet leaving before moonset With the brains of the Scarecrow and courage of the Lion And the heart of the Tim Man we'll keep on trying If the gum won't come off our bare feet We'll walk upon our hands all the way to ancient Beijing And like minstrels for our supper we will sing And look up at the stars giving We won't let the Umpa Lumpas dumpity di As we get lost in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory With Piglet and Pooh we'll have Cottleston Pie and tea And down at Pooh's Corner we'll try living Let's play frisbee with Saturn's rings As knights be sent questing by noble kings and queens Ah, the Sandman sings (Sandman sings) How soon I must be leaving But between the dreams of the night and those of the day Is a Rivendell where we can always stay I'll meet you there you know the way and once again We'll start weaving Making and believing Are you believing? Are you believing..?

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Recorded during the summer of 2013, the cicadas were going crazy that year, their song penetrating through the closed windows. They can be heard contributing to several tunes.
About half the songs here were originally intended to be part of a children's album. A handful of them were born during the spontaneity of jam sessions with friends (1993-2005) and kicked around for years before being given their final form here.

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released December 7, 2013

All songs written, performed, and produced by J Roth (except where noted).

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