Gospo Feel

by Willie Wisely

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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 Los Angeles, California

Willie Wisely released his first full-length album in 1992, touring the US and Japan ever since, building a following for his evocative pop. He is a songwriter’s songwriter, often compared with Elliot Smith, Ron Sexsmith and Paul McCartney. His latest CD marks the 18-year reunion of his Minneapolis-based group the Willie Wisely Trio, road warriors noted for their circusy, jazz-anti-jazz aesthetic. ... more

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Track Name: Cannot Love You Enough (Gospo Feel Version)
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
Track Name: Birds Headin' South
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
Track Name: Fly My Kite
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...
Track Name: Lakehead
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
Track Name: Hippopotamus Tag
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
Track Name: Robe In Glory (Interlude)
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
Track Name: Changes Made
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
Track Name: Gospo Feel
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
Track Name: So Alone (Gospo Feel Redux)
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
Track Name: Lakehead (4-track cassette demo)
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
Track Name: Gospo Feel (4-track cassette demo)
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
Track Name: Birds Headin' South (4-track cassette demo)
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…