Gut Bomb Sessions

by Kiddywompus

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All instruments recorded live, vocals dubbed over, no punch-ins. Performed way in the boonies of Manistique/Thompson, MI, from the gut.

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released December 14, 2012

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Kiddywompus Marquette, Michigan

From the hard-wire inventiveness of re-purposed tube-drive amps paired with authentic acoustic resonant melodies, the members of Kiddywompus draw inspiration from the simultaneously pastoral and industrial landscape of Michigan's Upper Peninsula. The click, clack, thump, and drone of transient-themed songs provides an authentic space for musical expression. ... more

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Track Name: Blue Sky
I ain’t no prophet, I ain’t no priest.
The way I get by, well it sure is cheap.
I get by, yeah I get by.
I get by, livin’ off that blue sky.
I ain’t no beggar, I ain’t no thief.
But I get by and it sure is cheap,
yeah I get by, yeah I get by.
I get by, livin’ off that blue sky.
Well, I ain’t no animal, I ain’t no beast,
But I get by and I share my feast,
yeah I get by, yeah I get by.
I get by, livin’ off that blue sky.
This faith-based operation, ain’t no breeze.
The way I get by, it make me weak at the knees.
Oh yeah I get by, oh yeah I get by.
I get by, livin’ off that blue sky.
[Mueller Solo]
The way Sky generate food & heat,
shelter the poor, strengthen the weak,
lord it strengthen the weak.
We all get buy, livin’ off that blue sky.
When it’s dark at night, when the bugs bite,
I look to the sky, and I feel alright, lord I feel alright.
Because I get by living off that blue sky.
When the Whiskey is low & you’re feelin’ kinda cold
count every star, count every single glow, lord count every glow.
‘Cause I get by, livin’ off that blue sky.
When the ground freezes, when the blizzard sneezes,
clench your jacket, make a little bit o’ racket
for that blue sky, yeah for that blue sky.
I get by, livin’ off that blue sky.
Track Name: Gypsy Hop
Tie me in a knot girl & break my back,
we headed out West gonna make long tracks.
Get up in those foothills & lose our names
sit at that station for a long train.
Get there & we don’t say a word,
takin’ in the grass and the trees and the birds,
set up our home for a while,
then she looks at me and says with a smile.
She says, “Boy, let’s get lost for a while
trade in our watches for a sundial,
live like those Gypsies once did,
travelin’ in a wagon, raisin’ our kids.
Stayin’ up late and dancin’ ‘round the fire,
drinkin’ that wine till we never get tired.
Swayin’ in the night to that old skin drum.”
[Mahler Solo]
Well, she tied me in a knot & she broke my back,
we headed out West & we made long tracks.
Got up in those foot hills & lost our names,
we sat at that station for a long train.
Now we’ve grown old & lived our days,
walkin’ through life’s really long maze.
Set up our home for longer than a while,
but she still looks at me & says with a smile.
She says, “Old man, let’s get lost for a while,
trade in our watches for a sundial,
live like those Gypsies once did,
travelin’ in a wagon & raisin’ our grandkids.
Stayin’ up late & dancin’ ‘round the fire,
drinkin’ that wine till we never get tired.
Swayin’ in the night to that old skin drum.
Track Name: Why Maui Ran Away
Head to pavement, listen for the Buffalo.
Ear to the sidewalk, I can hear the people talkin’.
House crumble down, mortar & brick.
Build toward the sun, rawhide & stick.
Iron snakes cross the states, spiderwebs are in the sky.
The Devil has gone in disguise, but the Hopi know why.
Been fostering this kitten now for three weeks.
Teeth & claws like razor-blades; chainsaw-stage.
My hands cut up like Sid Vicious in a rage.
The cat ran away on a rainy day,
went to go romp in the swamp.
Well, the cat ran away on a rainy day,
went to go romp in the swamp.
The Whisky always comes in waves,
I don’t know if Jesus saves.
Well, the Whisky always comes in waves,
I don’t know if Jesus saves.
Track Name: U.P. Rail
Gonna ride that train, try not to lose my brain.
Gonna ride that train, drown my guitar in the rain.
If I make it to Boise, I might get noisy.
If I make it to Kentucky, well I might just get lucky.
If I make it to Arkansas, gonna bury my Ma & Pa in the rain,
where they’ll feel no Pain. I
n the rain we feel no pain.
Then I’m gonna ride, yeah I’m gonna ride,
yeah I’m gonna ride that train.
Yeah I’m gonna ride, yeah I’m gonna ride,
yeah I’m gonna ride that train.
Well, I got lost in Madison Hills,
thought I’d roll up to Marquette get some thrills.
Well, I got lost in Madison Hills,
thought I’d roll up to Marquette get some thrills.
If I make it to Boise, I might get noisy.
If I make it to Kentucky, well I might just get lucky.
If I make it to Arkansas, gonna bury my Ma & Pa in the rain,
where they’ll feel no pain.
In the rain we feel no pain.
Burn them to ashes, fill up the Mason Jars,
drop it over The Lake, like that One Last Mistake.
Then I’m gonna cry, yeah I’m gonna cry,
yeah I’m cry all night long.
Yeah I’m gonna cry, yeah I’m gonna cry,
yeah I’m gonna cry all night long.
Well Sault Ste. Marie is the place to be
but roll down to Kinross, get delirious with me.
I said Sault Ste. Marie is the place to be
but roll down to Kinross, get delirious with me.
If I make it to Boise, I might get noisy.
If I make it to Kentucky, well I might just get lucky.
If I make it to Arkansas, gonna bury my Ma & Pa in the rain,
where they’ll feel no Pain.
In the rain we feel no pain.
Burn them to ashes, fill up the Mason Jars,
drop it over The Lake, like that One Last Mistake.
Track Name: God's Finger
I am the brick in the wall,
I’m the knot the wood.
I’m there when you fall,
and I ain’t no good.
But when you feel that fear
crawlin’ down your tongue,
you know that god’s got his thumb
on you.
I am the busted vault,
I’m the lingering smell.
I let you know when it’s all your fault,
I’m the one you sell
your filthy little soul to,
‘cause no one can own you;
‘cept god, he’s got his finger
on you.
I am the ink in the squid,
I’m the crack in the bell,
a jar o’ flies without a lid,
I’m the reason that Lucifer fell.
But when I hear them blues
I start shakin’ in my shoes,
‘cause I know that god’s got his thumb
on me.
I am the thunder & the roar,
I’m the gun in the drawer.
I’m the loaded forty-four,
six lead slugs & you hit the floor.
But when you hear my trigger
click, click, click,
you know that god’s got his thumb
on you.
I am the death in the valley,
I’m a dry spell.
I’m the shake in the death rattle,
I’m the body-count in pointless battles.
But when I hear the News
shoutin’ out death counts,
you know that god’s got his thumb on
us All.
[Instrumental]