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Gospo Feel

by Willie Wisely

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You could say you’re satisfied with the love I provide And you could say I’ve given you a lot but then I might think you lie It ain’t easy knowing my love fails coming through Well I used to think that it was enough to just work my days away But though I loved you all of the while it was something that I left unsaid It ain’t easy knowing my love pales next to you I cannot love you enough I love you nearly Half so much dearly as I should I cannot love… you enough It ain’t easy knowing my love fails coming through Well I didn’t stop by to apologize ‘cause we’d mull it over way too long Besides I’ll bet you that you’re going to hedge and come to forgive me if I start coming on real strong It ain’t easy having lame excuses, and I’ve got a few I cannot love you enough I love you nearly Half so much dearly as I should I cannot love… you enough I love you nearly Half so much dearly as I should I cannot love… you enough
2.
Comes the time it’s getting cold Buckeye would up and hit the road Hunting grouse, hunting duck Buck never had luck Buckeye was a dad He’d be one lousy dad to have His boy Bo might come along If he took him from his mom Sure hunting for something Sure shooting for something else Ain’t bagged nuts today The birds heading south Raining off and on Maybe Buckeye slipped and dropped his gun They matched the powder burns Bo had fallen in the ferns Motives aren’t clear An accident, an act of beer Buck put the rifle to his mouth While the birds are heading south Sure hunting for something Sure shooting for something else Ain’t bagged nuts today The birds heading south
3.
Fly My Kite 02:58
You wear the shroud You there in your thorny crown For crying out loud You’re so proud, can you turn it down There’s something I know Life can be just so Unkind Everyday I fly my kite A dab will do you Sip too much cross your heart to die A dab will do you Making love to a porcupine There’s something I know Life can be just so Unkind Everyday I fly my kite I remember city days We’d walk I remember sticky days We stuck You bring a string A twig can be a mighty helpful thing With twine to unwind You’ll be flying high in minutes time There’s something I feel Life is so unreal Oh so unkind Everyday I fly my kite You bring a string A branch can be a mighty helpful thing With twine to unwind You’ll be making love in three-quarter time There’s something I know Life can be just so Unkind Everyday I fly my kite...
4.
Lakehead 05:57
Don’t you go to Lakehead I know it’s hard to forget In my opinion You’re best off not to go back Well I may always love you Oh but that’s not the point We boys all sat at Lakehead Since seven summers ago We’d talk about young ladies And our lonesome old souls Well Grubber got Liz And Willy got Leigh Michael is gone now I was hoping you’d a take me If I return could I learn to love you When I go back can I look forward to giving you With the most of my soul and my heart full of woe All words of joy with your love i’d behold, behold We’d all go out to drinking We’d get all heinous and slammed Towards two in the morning Go to the point for swim Well we’d rip off our clothes And wish eachother were girls Though were flustered and lonely We were at peace in this world Then one night at Lakehead I saw your silhouette so stil I don’t believe in no moonbeams But shit that fucker was so full Well you came without asking So we two disappeared Your love was so wealthy I felt I’d lived past my years If I return could I learn to love you When I go back can I look forward to giving you With the most of my soul and my heart full of woe All words of joy with your love i’d behold Taking you with with me through all thick and thin Grabbing you head and pulling you in, you’re in Don’t you go to Lakehead These days it’s litterred with glass In my opinoin you’re best off Just to forget the past Well I may always love you But that’s not the point But should you go to Lakehead I mean by chance you go to Lakehead Girl, just tap on my back Tap on my back
5.
The Jones' across the street Had eleven kids at least And every night they each got whupped Their sinful ways forsook Their dinning room was hung With starving Cambodians You'd better finish up every scrap Like a good Catholic It made me want to yack All run free playing hipopotamus tag, your tagged And we'd kick the can, catch me if you can, and you're tagged, you're tagged Meet me in the park a wee after dark And we ran Our moms had all coerced So at supper time the gang dispersed You wouldn't dare to come home late Cold asparagus would set you straight Each house had a dinner call A whistle, yell, a bell, or a triangle But my horn sounded like it passed gases Or maybe just squirted molasses How it embarrasses All run free playing hipopotamus tag, your tagged And we'd ruin the lawn in the name of the game, and you're tagged, you're tagged Meet me in the park a wee after dark And we ran Fred's ma and pa divorced They'd been in and out of psycho wards I'd go over though I wasn't allowed He'd play Ted Nugent really, really, really loud So Fred made me a deal His rock collection for my training wheels Our hearts were solemnly crossed That I could ride my bike two blocks But I wiped out in the rocks All run free playing hipopotamus tag, your tagged And we'd lean back hard on our sissy bars, and you’re tagged, you’re tagged And we'll pee in the park a wee after dark And we ran… And we'd keep score till we could count no more And we ran
6.
I'm gonna put on this robe in glory hallelujah I'm going home to tell I'm gonna put on this robe in glory hallelujah Let's go home to tell my story
7.
Changes Made 03:30
There’ll be some changes made There’ll be some changes made Me and my best friends Are going to see our favorite band The crowd is reeling On down at Union Hall If tonight’s like any other We’ll spare the details from our mother But tonight, maybe tonight A different breeze begs to blow There’ll be some changes made There’ll be some changes made There’ll be some changes made How else am I going to break those chains You’d better get your gears engaged We’ll be dropping from the rafters A real natural disaster We’ll be smashing chairs on tables Trashing anything fell our way If tonight gets kind of crazy I’ll be slipping it to my old lady And I’ll be nose down in the saw dust When the breeze starts to blow There’ll be some changes made There’ll be some changes made There’ll be some changes made How else am I going to break those chains You’d better get your gears engaged There’ll be some changes made There’ll be some changes made There’ll be some changes made How else am I going to break those chains You’d better get your gears engaged There’ll be some changes made There’ll be some changes made I know it may seem strange There’ll be some changes made How else am I going to break those chains You’d better get your ass in gear
8.
Gospo Feel 02:26
A vacant lot The tent goes up The poster shouts You saints and you moaners come gather your kindred and go They’re filing in They’re falling out The preacher grins Cecil Biumphrey will lead us to Zion again You go to God You speak in tongues Ya’ll getting real In shanty town You’re lost, you’ve found The gospo feel The organ pumps The thunder thumps Of pending doom Sister will sing jubilee if you’re all clapping hands The clouds descend The flaps blow in The preacher grins A stranger appears at the rear and he’s here and he’s gone You go to God You speak in tongues Ya’ll getting real In shanty town You’re lost, you’ve found The gospo feel
9.
Don’t rumple, bump, or phase Don’t bother, brush, or gaze at me So alone I want to be alone I spoke with such a nerve Out loud without reserve A drink or two towards proud I heard it hush the crowd So alone I want to be alone As friends began to leave My apologies turned to plees I wished I were a fly But these walls were much too white So all alone I want to be alone Don’t rumple, bump, or phase Don’t bother, brush, or gaze at me So all alone, so alone So alone, well I got to be alone So alone, I got to be alone I want to be alone
10.
Don’t you go to Lakehead I know it’s hard to forget In my opinion You’re best off not to go back Well I may always love you Oh but that’s not the point We boys all sat at Lakehead Since seven summers ago We’d talk about young ladies And our lonesome old souls Well Grubber got Liz And Willy got Leigh Michael is gone now I was hoping you’d a take me If I return could I learn to love you When I go back can I look forward to giving you With the most of my soul and my heart full of woe All words of joy with your love i’d behold, behold We’d all go out to drinking We’d get all heinous and slammed Towards two in the morning Go to the point for swim Well we’d rip off our clothes And wish eachother were girls Though were flustered and lonely We were at peace in this world Then one night at Lakehead I saw your silhouette so stil I don’t believe in no moonbeams But shit that fucker was so full Well you came without asking So we two disappeared Your love was so wealthy I felt I’d lived past my years If I return could I learn to love you When I go back can I look forward to giving you With the most of my soul and my heart full of woe All words of joy with your love i’d behold Taking you with with me through all thick and thin Grabbing you head and pulling you in, you’re in Don’t you go to Lakehead These days it’s litterred with glass In my opinoin you’re best off Just to forget the past Well I may always love you But that’s not the point But should you go to Lakehead I mean by chance you go to Lakehead Girl, just tap on my back Tap on my back
11.
A vacant lot The tent goes up The poster shouts You saints and you moaners come gather your kindred and go They’re filing in They’re falling out The preacher grins Cecil Biumphrey will lead us to Zion again You go to God You speak in tongues Ya’ll getting real In shanty town You’re lost, you’ve found The gospo feel The organ pumps The thunder thumps Of pending doom Sister will sing jubilee if you’re all clapping hands The clouds descend The flaps blow in The preacher grins A stranger appears at the rear and he’s here and he’s gone You go to God You speak in tongues Ya’ll getting real In shanty town You’re lost, you’ve found The gospo feel
12.
Buckeye my old friend We'd hit the road for the weekend Hunting grouse, hunting duck Buck never had luck Buckeye was a dad He’d be a lousy dad to have His boy Bo might come along If we took him from his mom Sure hunting for something Sure shooting for something else Ain’t bagged but nuts today A man's down on his luck Raining off and on Buckeye slips and drops his gun The rifle fires and Bo is felled I run to call for help I rand so hard I lost my way I hear a shot from where I came Buck shot himself through the head Now the two of them are dead Sure hunting for something Sure shooting for something else Ain’t bagged nuts today A man's down on his luck Sure hunting for something Sure shooting for something else Ain’t bagged nuts today A man's down on his luck…
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about

Wisely’s “lost sessions”, recorded and then forgotten, until a spate of archival work in 2009 uncovered an album’s worth of material that had been too hastily abandoned in the heat of a band beginning to unwind.

Long time trombonist Greg Wold would quit during these sessions, and soon therafter drummer Peter Anderson, after the touring and studio schedules became unbearable. Some songs would eventually wind up on 1994’s "Parlez-Vous Français?" album, but most were discarded. Looking back, they represent the ecstatic musical vision of a band who spent years whipping audiences into a state of wonderment on stages in the midwest and Canada.

“Gospo Feel” is available direct from the artist in mp3, FLAC or Apple Lossless formats » williewisely.bandcamp.com/album/gospo-feel » Also available at iTunes, Amazon, Spotify and more.

credits

released November 28, 2014

except where noted…
Willie Wisely: guitar, vocals
Peter Anderson: drums
James Voss: upright bass
Greg Wold: trombone
Recorded at The Terrarium
Engineered: Jason Orris, Zack Vex, Tommy Roberts
Written, produced, mixed & mastered by Willie Wisely
Cover Art by Jen from Milwaukee
℗ & © 2014.Ella Records

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Willie Wisely Saint Paul, Minnesota

Equal parts Minnesotan music scene veteran and Laurel Canyon resident/devotee, Willie Wisely remains that rare bird mixing profound power pop with arena-sized showmanship, a troubadour on an all night rave up, a cold kombucha on a hot California day, a McCartney-ite taking a break from his Japanese import of “Ram” for a quick Canyon run listening to João Gilberto. ... more

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