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.​.​.​All Right With Me

by Herman Gauche

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Dandylions 02:42
It's a Free Country Go fuck Yourself! I don't support the troops killing innocent people! Do you mean to tell me you didn't know? Well, it's been like this all along... Them folks done nothing but get in the way of Good God Almighty Holy Rollin' U.S.A. Marching Sherman style all over Iraq. It's a criminal enterprise front to back (and they fucked it up on purpose at that) So George W set out in search of the WMDs He pulled the plug on the IAEA WIs and started WWIII, WTF? That monkey's not my President, he's never won a legitimate election and I'll support the troop when they remove this pretender from office by force! (It’s what I pay ‘em to do!) It's a free country so go fuck yourself! You're so reasonable you make me want to puke! So you say "Turn the other cheek" -Whose cheek are you turning? Blessed are the meek as they are bombed into oblivion? It’s the American way… No way! What ways it going to be? Kellogg Brown & Root or Che Guevara? Beating prisoners to death or admitting we're the terrorists? Color coded threat levels or fearing only fear itself? The United States of America in 2007 is not a free country... ...or did I hear you say differently?
River Ford 04:25
Oh, my eyes sink low everytime I meet a stranger in the street whether they be strange or not I tend to look at their feet So if I flash a smile pay no mind at all I, the pitiful fool, pity you, I pity you you don’t fit your shoes. Nevermindwhereiwashereiamiswhatisaid asicameuptotheriverbendandwondered: What’s around the corner? huckarockacrossthewaterthinkinlifeislikeariver flowingchangingcoursebutalwayspoursintothesea Then there’s you and me, talkinbouthumanityandwhatitmeanstobehappy in this world while facing anonymity I don’t fight it anymore, fighting don’t help at all that just wears you thin so, when the wind picks up again, youre carried off into the sky and when you land a grain of sand burns your eye I’m the black, black crow tormented by sparrows still I try not to care, O my heart it bleeds blue blood into the river I’m trying so hard to fly over. is it over?
Take The Ogallala Exit to Lake McConaughy It's nearly half a day of driving I suggest we don't delay We'll get to bond- there's nothing on the radio unless you want to tune it to the station with the tourist information At the Ogallala Exit to Lake McConaughy You don't know how to read a map? It doesn't matter anyway It's big enough for Nessy and tough enough to miss Unless you really get distracted by the kid there in the back You take Ogallala Exit to Lake McConaughy And bring along your boat- we'll do some surfing in the wake I feel like I should warn ya that this isn't California But if you feel like some corn then we could cook us up a storm At the Ogallala Exit to Lake McConaughy Better get out on the water 'cause the fish are taking bait ...the patience of a fisherman, the cunning of a 30.06 (BANG!) Take the Ogallala Exit to Lake McConaughy Where our beers are never lonely and our songs are always gay Now, don't get all upset if you get slapped upside the head- He's only trying to relive ya of the pesky darn mosquitoes At the Ogallala Exit to Lake McConaughy C'mon! Race you to the docks the last one in'sa rotten egg! Rub-a-Dub and don't forget to scrub behind your ears and When you finish in the water rub a towel on your bottom It's the Ogallala Exit to Lake McConaughy Time we build a fire child now gather up some twigs This kerosene should get her going, strike a match... Stop, Drop & Roll!!! You'll wonder why it's so bright out As we're blowing out your eyebrows Here at the Ogallala Exit to Lake McConaughy Some people call me sentimental- I assure you that I ain't... I'm only trying to spread the word, the finest place on God's green Earth- is off the Ogallala Exit to Lake McConaughey
I’m not gonna be sand slipping through your fingers to the ground; I’ll be a mountain with my head up in a cloud where the wind howls and the rain pours down lightning and thunder splinter trees and shake the boulders so I hold it all together waiting for a change in the weather the sea will never claim this granite heart I’m not gonna be sad neither looking out this dirty window on my mountain I’ll survey all lies below You can travel far and wide I’ll always have you in my sight I wonder if you hurt like me inside? When we ought to be bound together: instead I’m likely as never to see your lovely face come through that door again The tide rolls in the sand will roll it back again but there’s no end and we’re loosing ground and all would surely drown were it no for one more grain com rolling down the mountain: a granite heart broken by the wind I’m not gonna be sad sobbing in my pillow in a high mountain meadow. From here I apprehend the vast cosmos! In my bedroll under the stars how I wonder where you are. A cold wind stokes the embers and I long to hold you tender. But in the wee hours I hear that lonely coyote howl; he and I both know time is running out.
Opus One 03:39
So many people out there it makes good sense to run. Why don't we run in circles? The fun is just begun. Hop on a Eastbound A train you'll see me on the way, I'm spinning though a cornfield catching the rain on my tongue. So many people out there it makes good sense to cry. We'll pool out tears and make an ocean, we'll help a penguin fly. Hop on a Southbound aeroplane you'll see him far below, he's gazing right upon you; catching the snow in his eye. So many people out there it makes no sense at all. Why did you kill that woman who cut you off? So many people out there sometimes I just don't know. Why don't we just start over; over and over. Hop on a southbound aeroplane over his icy home. He marvels at our folly, I wonder who's the joke? The one flying through the ocean, or the one seated in the sky?
Theres a bad dream in my pantry I put it there without thinking I had unexpected company And no place else to put it I shoved it in and closed the door now I’ve no idea what to do There's a golf commentator in my refrigerator I put him there in a fit of anger. He was tryin' to see what I had goin' on in my pantry though I warned him off it pleanty I hear him whisper, 'He's approaching the linoleum' ...but I'll be damned if I'm gonna play the foooooooooool Theres a dreadful sound coming from my cupboard sounds n’awful lot like my dear departed mother she said -Son, you got a house guest and ya skart ‘um half-to-death, didn’t I teach ya better than that? well... as I stood there in my kitchen beset at every turn by apparitions and television personalities I began to feel the first pangs of hunger and I wondered what had I done that I should find myself at this most unwelcome juncture so I called up my old man, “That you Son?” he said as is his custom whereupon I proceeded to apraise him of the situation and asked him how he thought it might be remedied … He said “Boy ya ain’t lyin' I can hear your mother cryin’ Nearly every night as I lie awake in bed, she says my boy ain’t never gonna 'mount to nothin' without his momma round to kiss and hug him and I tell her I can only do my best. Now it’s a doggone shame the way that woman passed away and workin’ chainsaw weren’t no woman's place If she hadn’t got the hiccups you know things mighta been different damn the luck but, honey, it don’t change a thing. 'Cause you know you got to eat and frankly I could use some sleep take up thy broom and clean that pantry out; then open up the cupboard tell momma dear thatcha love her but she’s dead god bless her and its time she rest in peace… Now, you say you had a golf commentator in your dang'ol frigidaire? By Gum! That’s one I ain’t heard before! Just crack the door so’s he can breath and call me back by middle next week I oughta have this figgurd so’s we don’t involve the police
Ladybird, come and see my humming bug! That’s absurd, what can I be thing of? The sun pours down onto my shoulder I got a tattoo, but now I’m feeling older Went up on the mountain for a good look Man it made me tired as a school book It took a little while but I noticed the many patterns of the forest were sublime! So Fine! I could be the rhythm and the rhyme, Any little tune that comes to mind: I’d be obliged! I saw a lizard on a rock. I reached out but then stop he turned his head and seemed to smile as he said, “I Ain’t gonna spend the rest of my life in a specimen jar! And I don’t care who you are! The speed of light won’t get you very far, you blink I’m gone!” Honeybee come see my bumblecomb Pardon me, I know you like to be alone but youre always on the hip and in the style I want to know if you think its worth my wile. Cuz everybodys got a little something inside a secret that theyre hiding and somebody out there got a key to set free the secret I keep.
Lazy Gentlemen may I have your attention I been pondering all the dimensions just don’t seem to get anything done except one more drag on a cigarette left in the ashtray- you know you mention things fit together well I don’t know but its strange how a poem that started with nothin’ can grow and turn into somethin’ though it’s nothing I could easily explain And I cry out, born to an eternity that I’d never dreamed of My dearest friends can turn into demons in my head Am I dead? Am I forgiven? Am I to far gone? All to aware of the sinister intentions on the carrousel Some pretty good rationalizations are making the world go round and it’s making my head spin we shiver and shed out skins snakes in the grass all she sees is butterflies so take her on faith swallow a sunray whole if you want to see a serpent fly I’ll show you all the proof you need right in the rainbow The sons of God are Lords among men the laws we make are laws we bend and the tarot card ‘Mischief’ is drawn again


It's a Free Country GFY the protest song of a lost generation; featuring on Herman Gauches original 2006 recording ARWM and his hit TOETLM. Don't miss tis 2021 update with re-rendered versions of Opus One and Unexpected Co. in anticipation of the new release OADT expected in coming February.


released January 1, 2007

Herman Gauche, Eggplant BLRPL Steve Denny and Rah_RēL


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After a decade in the works, Herman Gauche is ready to release his sophomore album "Of All Damned Things" on November 25th simultaneously debuting his new band, 'the Legendary Heirs' from Denver Colorado. Advance track "The F*lk Song" from the upcoming album has been released as a single "Coronavirus (On The Bayou!)" and corresponding video as an enhanced content CD available now. ... more

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