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Discovery

by Bill Ackerbauer

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dever67 Nicely done sir! I think Sleeping in the Doghouse will make a good addition to the Junk Rocket family.
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Discovery 04:24
"Discovery does not imply that the place is new The place is the same, it is we who have changed," I agree with Eu. You gave us a taste of your world in every elegant paragraph With the voices and faces poppin' off of the page like a photograph I'm riding around my hometown with the windows down Every person I see calls up memories from the lost and found My kid's in the back seat, asking for stories from long ago Through his eyes I see discovery every place I go. I've been to Thomaston, I've been to Mohawk and through North Bath I shook that man's hand because he told it straight and he made us laugh He left his home when Mother Ambition said he should But I'm still around putting out fires in the neighborhood. I'm riding around my hometown with the windows down Every person I see calls up memories from the lost and found My kid's in the back seat, asking for stories from long ago Through his eyes I see discovery every place I go. There's a one-eye carouser with a hole in his trousers And he's playing guitar For a liquoured-up crowd beneath a little cloud in the Temple Bar I tried to get some perspective but I found that objective eluded me Till I shaved off my beard and I went for a swim in the snot-green sea. I'm riding around my hometown with the windows down Every person I see calls up memories from the lost and found My kid's in the back seat, asking for stories from long ago Through his eyes I see discovery every place I go.
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FIVE QUESTIONS Down on Baltic Avenue we're badly bent Staying out of jail and barely making rent Oh no! They never let us pass go Tell me how, how, how Should I grovel and bow? Or should I just give up now? Can you tell me how? A banker's robot calls me up from cyberspace Regrets to say my credit has just been erased Oh no Tell me how much I owe? Tell me who who who's Walked a mile in your shoes? Hummed a bar of your blues? Can you tell me who? I just want the answers to five questions I've opened up my mind to good suggestions You promised us that you've got a clue As to what the hell we should should do So now I think you owe us a few answers to our questions Drinking bitter coffee at the donut shop Talking trash politics and it don't stop oh no! I guess I'll take mine to go Tell me when, when, when Will we be great again? At a quarter to ten? Will we be great again? Red cap on a business suit says I'm okay Because I was born inside the good old USA Oh yay! He says that I get to stay! Tell me why, why, why Do you mumble and sigh? Look me right in the eye Can you tell me why? Down among the sugar cane and mango trees A billion achin' backs and calloused hands and knees Hear them moan Tell me what have we grown? Tell me what, what, what Has a billionaire got That really cost him a lot Can you tell me what? I just want the answers to five questions I've opened up my heart to good suggestions You promised us that you've got a clue As to what the hell we should should do So now I think you owe us a few answers to our questions.
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There's a new guy in the White House It's the same old shit at mine There's a tyrant in the kitchen And she gives me a hard time She's bustin' my cojones, Tramplin' on my pride I'm sleeping in the doghouse It's too damned cold inside. At three o'clock this morning She kicked me out of bed With my liver full of moonshine And my pencil full of lead She really hurt my feelings I'm a sensitive guy! Now I'm sleeping in the doghouse It's too damned cold inside. If I want to play the guitar and carry on all night And sleep until the afternoon, I think I have that right. But my wife don't see it my way She says get off your lazy ass Now I've packed up all my instruments And I'm looking for a place to crash. Maybe someday she'll convince me To get a nine to five Earn an honest paycheck and bathe from time to time But for now I'm just enjoying life One six pack at a time I'm sleeping in the doghouse It's too damned cold inside. I'm sleeping in the doghouse, It's too damned cold inside.
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Strings 01:36
Strings I could change the strings on my old guitar but it wouldn't sound like new. I tune it up then down again a sloppy whole step to play "Louis Collins" in B flat. That's the key to the highway out of my weatherbeaten upstate town looking over the once-majestic Mohawk as it snakes through the shadow of the Adirondack foothills where lumber and leather rolled down the line on the F, J & G to the E-RI-E a rusty, dusty, rustic memory of mules flat-bottom boats the sweet stink of woodsmoke on my clothes. Some nights my guitar sleeps in its sturdy case and pines for a player dreaming the valley below is a delta muddy water rocking in a cradle of mossgreen levees. Dreaming the hills above make a rugged blue ridge of rocky tops dark hollows and sour-mashed sunlight on wet red clay. I could change the strings on my old guitar but the coffee's almost ready and it's just a brokedown engine away from a blind man wailing into a tin can barrelhouse burning gravedigger looking me right in the eye, just the way I like it.
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This is a batch of tracks that have been kicking around in my head, some for years and some just recently. These acoustic tracks all were recorded by me at home on a Tascam DR-40 and mixed with Audacity. At some point, I hope to re-record some of these songs with my bands The Insolent Willies and The Doghouse Carpenters for inclusion on full-length albums. Stay tuned.

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released February 3, 2017

All words and music by Bill Ackerbauer.

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Bill Ackerbauer Johnstown, New York

Smokin' Bill Ackerbauer's original songs reflect the many walks of life in his native region, New York's Adirondack Foothills. Bill performs both solo and with several bands, including The Insolent Willies and The Doghouse Carpenters, which also can be found on Bandcamp. ... more

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