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Oh, Profundity

by Chip & Drifty

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1.
Poetry 03:32
Poetry Listen, this is poetry Rhyme this word with that one Ready here it comes Onomatopoeia C’mon I wanna see ya Come over here and give me some Iambic pentameter I get what you said I’ve written something so romantic So heartfelt and sweet You’ll fall down and weep I want to see you naked in my bed Is that what girls like Sweet somethings? This is how you like me best I can be soft and sensitive if that would help things Or maybe not I guess Haiku I like you Your hair seems like a river Now let’s get it on Now that I’m a troubadour Can you spare some time? You and I make such a perfect couplet Epigram or sonnet If it’s poetry I’m on it Now let’s explore your feminine rhyme Is that what girls like Sweet somethings? This is how you like me best I can be soft and sensitive if that would help things Or maybe not I guess
2.
Major General The Major went down to the general store To limp in to his-story A 20-inch box for patella to toenail To travel up the Potomac Elbow to knee Paper to pen He didn’t know what to tell them… I lost my mind the very first time…1859 Flowers for the missus, the missus gone amiss In another mister’s trousers I chased him down to Lafayette Asked him for any last words “O say can you see” was enough for me I shot the son of a Francis Scott Key Behind bars, I wait Day turned a week Counsel came to counsel me, desperate as can be “I’ve got a crazy idea. “You haven’t got a left leg left To stand on,” Stanton said to me They let me off I was the first not guilty By reason of insanity “With the compliments of Major General” Sickles was his name “With the compliments of Major General, D.E.S.” The second time I lost my mind…four years gone by From Fredericksburg to Chancellorsville, the South gone bad at Gettysburg Defiantly I stand My many men met bayonets A cannonball catches me My leg is gone I will remains Chorus… D.E.S.
3.
Dar Robinson 04:14
Dar Robinson Saw this guy Stood in line Mr. Toad's Wild Ride Hair sandy brown A patch on his coat I thought could this Be the guy The guy I mean Behind the scenes Best stuntman You've never seen But he had perished Years ago In fiery flames At least I thought so So throw him, in the quicksand Toss him, from a moving train If he survives a jump off the CN Tower Than he's the real Dar Robinson, Come back from the dead for one last go-around Dar Robinson, If it's really you your secret's safe and This seems a fitting place to keep a low profile I hope the ride is not too wild Jumped off a building with Mel Gibson Drove into Grand Canyon Best friends with Kathy Lee Crosby That's That's That's That's incredible The queue advanced My stomach danced I knew that this Would be my last opportunity Saw his car I called his name Heard the wind Blow through the willows He turned toward me and I could see Half an arm Up his sleeve His car pulled up and I almost cried His elbow seemed to wave goodbye So throw him in the quicksand Toss him from a moving train If he survives a jump off the CN Tower Than he's the real Dar Robinson Come back from the dead for one last go-around Dar Robinson, If it's really you your secret's safe and This seems a fitting place to keep a low profile I hope the ride is not too wild So throw him (But is it really him?) Toss him (Is he highly trained?) from a moving train If he can't survive the CN Tower Than he's Nothing but a one-armed stuntman
4.
Vegas 03:14
Vegas When we touch down in Vegas I'll be holding your hand Till I make for the slots The second I can At the quarter machines We'll be living it up And darlin', I wanna buy you Some real pretty stuff I got us a deal At Mandalay Bay Shower cap, cable USA Today From keno to craps You're my lady luck And darlin' I wanna buy you Some real pretty stuff Scour the gift shop Whatever you want That ceramic tiger looks nice We'll get matching sweatshirts With glittery iron-ons A shot glass and gold-painted dice Take that card for the hookers 'Cause you never know Dang there's so much to do here Even after the show Like this awesome buffet And this cool shuttle bus And darlin' I wanna buy you Some real pretty stuff Giant glasses A keychain A Pink Panther doll Now there's no money left I've blown through it all I'm so drunk We're broke We've still got our love But darlin' I wanna buy you Some real pretty stuff
5.
Low Cloud Cover Writing with a pit One I’m hesitant to rid An orange tree inside The fruit I’ll never get Barefoot on a riverbend Why all these damn interruptions Some kind of karmic comeuppance Did it start or was that me? Did it start or was that me? And I’m singing to her While the stereo plays Saying I’m sad, I’m feelin’ I’m just feelin’ and I want you to know And I hope you’re singing, you’re singing You’re sing-talking the same back to me And now it’s getting late I’d say around 11:30 And she can’t find an answer When I ask her, should I ask her? I am here I am here I am here And I’m singing to her While the stereo plays Saying I’m sad, I’m feelin’ I’m just feelin’ and I want you to know And I hope you’re singing, you’re singing You’re sing-talking the same back to me And under low cloud cover, you can hear the distant sounds And under low cloud cover, you can hear the distant sounds And I’m singing to her While the stereo plays Saying I’m sad, I’m feelin’ I’m just feelin’ and I want you to know And I hope you’re singing, you’re singing You’re sing-talking the same back to me And I hope you’re singing, you’re singing to me Saying I’m sad, I’m feelin’ I’m just feelin’ and I want you to know And I hope you’re singing, you’re singing You’re sing-talking the same back to me Saying I’m sad, I’m feelin’ I’m just feelin’ and I want you to know
6.
Ego Song, Redux She walks across the barefoot floor And she feels the grooves beneath her toes She's reminded of a time when she wasn't alone She breathes the rain in summertime She picks up what I left behind These things she never had at all But she couldn't stay away from me She smiles within the window pane She cries and turns to walk away She's reminded of a time when she wasn't alone She breathes the rain in summertime She picks up what I left behind These things she never had at all But she couldn't stay away from me
7.
Belt 04:06
Belt I’ve got nothing to hold up my pants with Where’s my belt? Where’s my belt? I’ll have no one to go the dance with Unless I’m finished Unless I’m svelte Is it under a sock, over here in the drawer? Or rolled right up under my nose? Maybe I left it on yesterday’s corduroys Or there at the foot of my heap of clothes Well I’m taking an awful big chance here Where’s my belt? Where’s my belt? Stuck in an uncomfortable stance here If you only knew how it felt A wallet and keys bring ’em down to their knees 60 cents and they’re all the way off I could tuck in the tails just to take up the slack But the overshirt look is the only option I've got I’ve got to find that piece of leather I’ve got to pull this outfit together It’s gotta be here somewhere Yes it’s gotta be here somewhere I’m exhausted I’m exhausted I’m exhausted I’ve exhausted now every location Where’s my belt? Where’s my belt? It has taken a trouser vacation (And now all my hope) What a hand my lower half has been dealt (is beginning to melt away) How I long for the days when suspenders were cool How they held you up right from the heavens But the very last time that they were in vogue Was around ‘88, ‘87 I’ve got to find that piece of leather I’ve got to pull this outfit together It’s gotta be here somewhere Yes it’s gotta be here somewhere I’ve got nothing to hold up my pants with Where’s my belt? Where’s my...
8.
San Francisco You said you'd love me to the end I asked "the end of what?" and you got offended So now I'm standing on the edge Of a trolley car and I got de-headed With a new head on my shoulders Went to the monastery or thought about it for hours, and then I Decided sex was more my style Went to Coit Tower but couldn't find us there Oh, San Francisco Oh, San Francisco Moved up north to get away, but I Got stuck in traffic eight hundred feet above the Bay Then the Bay become closer I give the 7.1 a ten And when I washed up on the shore Froze my ass off at some game, didn't catch the score, so I Went further south to catch some sun Met some coed named Jane, 'course she wasn't no fun Oh, San Francisco Oh, San Francisco And people said to love the Haight Because it is so full of great I just wanted to go home But instead I conceded to let my hair grow Pierce a special body part I even smoked a little bit of dope, which I never do And now I know why they call it The Haight San Francisco Someone somewhere probably said This city is a city full of possibility So quite possibly they're wrong You're prone to make mistakes when living in a fog And now I'm at my end That's where I found you waiting just like you said credits
9.
Labrador 03:21
Labrador When the sleet beats down in the hinterland And the seas refuse to loose When the light of day is a season away Eh I ache for you It could be sunny soon in Labrador I keep my fingers crossed You could be coming soon to Labrador My land of bog and frost And in L'Anse au Loup I want to picture you My mind takes another look If I could hold you close in Labrador My heart sings like a brook Oh, wait a line the sky my my from gray to blue so does my hope for you They say it’s just a matter of degrees Celsius and fahrenheit Multiply nine-fifths, add 32 I’m starting to feel alright People always say remember The two are the same by and by But one makes me think December The other makes me feel July 30 below 20 below 10 below It’s zero! It’s zero! It’s zero! It could be sunny soon in Labrador It could be sunny soon in Labrador I keep my fingers crossed You could be coming soon to Labrador My land of bog and frost And in L'Anse au Loup I want to picture you My mind takes another look If I could just hold you close in Labrador My heart sings like a brook Oh, wait a line the sky my my from gray to blue so does my hope for you
10.
Obsessive Compulsive Boy Tired not tired he walks down the staircase Twitching from hunger or so you might think It’s midnight on a weeknight, but sleep isn’t coming At least not until he scours the kitchen sink Obsessive compulsive boy Oh, obsessive compulsive They call him Obsessive Compulsive Boy The oven’s self-cleaning, but that’s not sufficient For Obsessive Compulsive Boy As soon as he’s done with that, he’ll rearrange the hat rack And he’ll head outside to feed the koi fish Obsessive Compulsive Boy I don’t know why they call me that Now pardon me while I wash my hands wash my hands wash my hands wash my Hands of Obsessive Compulsive Boy Hey kids, let’s go look at that strange man in the clean house He hasn’t come outside for 20 days We’ll drive him insane when we lock him in a closet Where the clothes aren’t all facing the same way I can see that you’re obviously jealous Envious of my cleanly ways And I can see that this room is in dire need of dusting But I can’t see why you call me obsessive compulsive boy Obsessive Compulsive Boy I don’t know why they call me that Now pardon me while I wash my hands wash my hands wash my hands wash my Hands of Obsessive Compulsive Boy
11.
Sittin’ 01:55
Sittin' On your front doorstep Smitten With your front doorstep, too And I was hopin' For you to open Up the door and let me in And maybe someday You will say hey Say hey maybe you and me Should take a roll in the hay Wrapped in your long lawn chair Enwrapped up in your long hair, too And I was hopin' For you to open Up the chair and let me out And maybe someday You will say hey Say hey maybe you and me Should take a roll in the hay

credits

released July 10, 2015

Chip & Drifty is David Levine and Tim Curran, not necessarily but maybe necessarily in that order.

Written, performed and produced by Chip & Drifty.

Bass on "Vegas" and "San Francisco" played by Mikael Jacobson. Bass on "Labrador" played by Tom Wakeling.

Mastered by Tom Baker.
Album photography by Rita Thompson.

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