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Twenty Eight Turns

by Independent Memes

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I'm on the wrong side Wrong side of the door Always looking for something else Three kinds of better Something more I'm on the outside Outside looking in Kicked out and on my own Nothing better No way to win Take me Through that magic door Over there it's summer The grass is oh so green It's warm but not too hot A picture-postcard scene Over there she loves me still A red headed fire in heels We danced and drank morning's first light Remember how that feels? The door is closed And the window won't open Opportunity went next door Blind to my offering You know the grass smells greener And everyone looks leaner Over there can I see How I could really be I'm on the wrong side Wrong side of the door
Propped up by a hollow Vacant stare At the peeling plaster wall but there's Nothing there. Hunger is a buzzard First of many to come Picking at you day and night Til all is dark and dumb I shake my fist Right at the skies And I ask God Why oh why Why do you let Such evil thrive? Why don't you wipe The tears from our eyes? But I put my hands down Down by my side Too afraid you see He'll ask the same of me How in heaven's name Did it come down to this? Sleeping on the ground Goodnight concrete kiss Old Joe lived in cardboard Didn't even own a wallet Shot in the head last night For the lint in his pocket I shake my fist Right at the skies And I ask God Why oh why Why do you let Such evil thrive? Why don't you wipe The tears from our eyes? But I put my hands down Down by my side Too afraid you see He'll ask the same of me
On the trip of a lifetime Shootin' animals in the wild Such a long flight so far from home Shots of sky, and shots of Jack Away for an endless month Up the elevator to home On our forty-second floor Why oh why does it smell like that? Checked the kitchen in anticipation Checked the garbage, searched for seepage Looked in every drawer and behind each door Couldn't find what we were looking for We found her naked on the bed Margarita the maid was dead A dirty mop in her hand I guess she couldn't withstand Hot August afternoons Poor Margarita Poor Margarita The cops said don't touch anything Wait for the coroner to come Then they started looking around Like some morbid lost and found They nabbed my best Hawaiian stuff From behind the icecream in the fridge I had to blame it on the maid Bless her heart she didn't make a sound We don't take long trips anymore And sometimes our friends ask why We sit them down and pour them drinks Tell them about that time when... We found her naked on the bed Margarita the maid was dead Poor Margarita Poor Margarita
Nutjob 03:29
I tried to help you out Sent you my ideas in the mail Couple of thoughts that you didn't like Told me to go straight to hell You know it all already Nothing I could possibly say I cluttered up your face with actual facts But years you've done it this way. You can blame it on your mother You can blame it on your cat You can blame it on your God But he'll have none of that You're a nutjob You overreact You're a nutjob No need for the facts Your ingrown opinion shouldn't make you deaf My reason bounces off you unharmed You can't even see what you can't conceive A battle of wits unarmed You asked us all, how I'm doing now? But you don't really want to know Truth hurts like an infected sore Gnawing at your tattered ego
Waiting 03:07
Babies crying and kids fighting Businessman pounds his fist Cell phone chatter and furious texting Its not supposed to be like this. They knew we were coming But it still seems quite the shock Where did all these people come from? Must have been one hell of a rock. We're just waiting Nothing to do Bored and frustrated They don't have a clue No I don't think they have a clue No they don't have a clue How much paperwork could there possibly be? How slow could this line possibly move? Can anybody hear me? Help repair my broken mood Lame so very lame Can we get out of here today? Who can I yell at now who can I blame? I woke up a young man Now I'm old and gray.
Mailman 03:24
I got a catalog in the mail Still addressed to you They didn't know that you'd moved on Picked up packed up and withdrew Nothing there in that catalog Nothing I want to buy No coupon no sale no volume discount Just a cheaply scented goodbye The mailman's the last to know All our friends saw the signs They know you've left me here bereft Alone with stale headlines Alone with stale headlines I sent your mail on ahead Addressed to your new place But it looks like you've moved on Turned around messed up a fast about face Saw the mailman just the other day And I'll go out on a limb Maybe he wasn't the last after all Your kid sure looks like him
This Moment 03:32
What if this were the last time I held your face? What if this were the last time I said goodbye? If I never saw you again Taken away Leave me asking why? What if this were the last sunset? Would I enjoy it more? A final longing look at A scorched and flaming sky One last visual metaphor Savor the moment In case it's the last Live in the now Don't just rush past Don't wait too late to celebrate This moment If this were my last traffic jam Would I really mind it quite as much? Or would I sit back and enjoy the radio Try not to ride the clutch? Would I stop to smell the roses Stop and read the spam Listen to that telemarketer Or frothing anchorman? Or would I just hold you tight And never let you go Look into your eyes Ask time to slow
From oasis to oasis, I walk with a heavy, heavy load Carrying all my hopes and fears, everything, everything I own A handful of confidents, roam with me for a while But they never stick around, never past the next sandpile A solo in the desert Like a lonely bedouin Crossing dune and valley A caravan of one We set off all together, but so quickly broke apart Rejoined with the others, but that just broke our hearts Went on a ways alone, and missed out on the best lineups Down to a single backpack, no more overflowing cups Journey's lasted longer, longer than I ever dreamt Carrying as little as I can, so little I now attempt Lizard and the scorpion Don't need a single dime I have so much more It almost seems a crime Since I'm just passing through It's only a lifetime Only a lifetime
Follow Me 04:17
It's a cold and misty morning Even the sun is sleeping in I'm headed over that long footbridge This is where we must begin You want to come with me But you harbor a fleet of doubt The world is young and evergreen You've searched within and without So follow me to tomorrow, cuz Time means nothing here Take my hand and follow me Over this fragile big blue sphere Follow me this morning as I Set off down the path It may lead to forever baby or it May not really last We'll go diving for olives At the bottom of a glass Hike along the last great wall Where the future meets the past Take pictures of a red sunset Eat gelatos in the park Cruise the land and several seas Oh Come with me we'll make our mark You're looking for something more Than this old town can give You're still young and life is long Time to go yeah it's time to live Follow me this morning as I Set off down the path It may lead to forever baby or it May not really last, just Follow me where I Would go Here and there Moonlight and rainbows Follow me this morning Because I'm not coming back I want you with me forever now From the first day to the last Let go now Life flies like a kite Soar to the sun Until we ignite I can't promise forever Can't even promise tonight But we can start right away In the pale primal light just Follow me Where I would go Here and there With you I hope Let's go...


Written and recorded all in the space of one month, Twenty Eight Turns features rock, pop, a little jazz, and even a beer-bottle solo.


released March 12, 2012

Vocals, keys, horns: Andy Hunt


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