Dropsy

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released 01 January 2003
All songs by David L. Cooper
All arrangements by Dropsy
Produced by John Shiurba
Engineered and mixed by Myles Boisen
Recorded at Guerrilla Euphonics, Oakland

David L. Cooper - voice and vibraphone
Alex de Soria - bass
Garth Steel Klippert - saxophone
Mathias Kolehmainen - drums
Matt Lebofsky - keyboards, backing vocals, percussion

GUESTS:
Jon Curtis - percussion
Tom Griesser - saxophone
Jan Richman - backing vocals
John Shiurba - guitar
Kyle Wheeler - trumpet
Tom Yoder - trombone

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Dropsy has many musical tendrils, emanating from the vicinity of a funky lounge, sometimes snaking into dark caverns. The ... more band sounds friendly enough, but displays its canines at unexpected moments. Cooper's droll lyrics brim with invective, taunts, boasts, disturbing delusions and bad advice. But he seems to be singing on our behalf, to a mutual enemy, in a bar on a tropical island. less

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Track Name: Alibis
Roll with the punches that we’re throwin
like a hurricane that’s blowin.
Consensus has been growin
just like a healthy pig.
Sing, my canary, but be wary
of the power that you carry
like a shovel that could bury
everything you dig.
Cause nobody’s got a shoe in the door
and you know as well as I do.
So who can decide what’s true anymore?
It’s all a big puppet show... of
lies and alibis and witnesses
who swear to god that it never happened.
Lies and alibis and witnesses
who can put their hand on a stack of bibles
and swear to god it never happened.
You’s got a lotta fuckin nerve
throwin us a wild curve
but you’ll get what you deserve
when the papers serve.
And you can go out and screw any whore
but we won’t be bendin over.
And god only knows what’s true anymore.
It’s all a big puppet show... of
Lies and alibis and witnesses
who swear to god that it never happened.
The backlash and the cyanide
the commissioner with a thorn in his side
and the renegade sippin lemonade
in the noon day shade
with all the friends he made...
They swear to God it never happened.
Track Name: King of the Universe
Well I used to be a waitress in Venezuela.
I used to be a weightlifter in Japan.
I used to bury heads underneath my trailer.
I used to have a longer attention span.
But look at me now. Look at me now.
Look at me now. Baby, look at me now.
I used to be a driver for Johnny Carson.
I used to be a priest in the Mormon Church.
I did a little time for malicious arson.
I used to help the feds with covert research.
But look at me now. Look at me now.
Look at me now. Look at me now that I’m the
King of the Universe. (King of the Universe, baby.)
King of the Universe. (You could do worse.)
I used to play canasta with Abe Vigoda.
I used to deal smack back in gay Paree.
I had a little pig farm in South Dakota.
I used to be as hairy as a chimpanzee.
But look at me now...
I used to be the coach on a team full of
half-wit neanderthal losers who hated me.
And I would approach with a wink and a smile and a drink any boozer who’d pay my fee.
I used to be a fry-cook aboard a freighter.
And then I was a lock-picker for the mob.
I used to be a smooth little operator.
with the world’s most demanding job.
But look at me now... Now that I’m the
King of the Universe. (King of the Universe, baby.)
King of the Universe. (You could do worse.)
I’m King of the Universe...
King of the U...
I’m the King I’m the King of the whole fuckin thing
is what I’m tryin to sing.
I am the goddamn King.
I’m the King I’m the King of the whole fuckin thing.
I am the goddamn King.
Track Name: Shiny Scenery
The rides are free today.
My pony ran away.
But you can climb on me and we
can flee into the shiny scenery.
My plumb line will be true.
My assets will accrue.
And when I close my eyes and hum
a rosier horizon comes in view.
And who but the mad or the lonely
would follow a fool like you?
A man with a plan to consume all he can
and arrive well fed at the cemetery dead and blue.
Escape your tidy cell.
Dive headlong into hell.
Commit yourself to lunacy
and flee into the shiny scenery.
Correctly engineered.
Impeccably veneered.
Completely free of entropy and
feasting like a beast eternally.
And who but the blind or the brain-dead
would follow a fool like me?
A nobody Joe with a notion to go
and arrive John Doe with a tag upon his toe
for thee.
The rides are free today.
My pony ran away.
But you can climb on me and we
can flee into the shiny
Señorita come with me and we
will flee into the shiny
See the world is yours for free
if you just flee into the shiny scenery.
Track Name: Sign the Bill
I’ll deliver the goods.
I’ll even give you more than I should.
All you got to do for me, baby:
Baby’s got to sign the bill. (Sign the bill.)
I’m gonna give you the sky.
Bake you my grandma’s blueberry pie.
All you got to do for me, baby:
You got to sign the bill. (Sign the bill.)
And I’ll take you places that you never been.
Celebrities sun-bathing, showing some skin.
And we’ll party where the stars all party
baby when you sign the bill. (Sign the bill.)
I’m gonna take you to Rome.
Father your children and build you a home.
All you got to do for me, baby:
You got to sign the bill. (Sign the bill.)
I said all you got to do for me, baby:
Baby’s got to sign the bill. (Sign the bill.)
Track Name: Fundamental Hum
Blue permeates the view
rinses off the goo
patches your signal through.
Rise, rub the weary eyes.
Don the new disguise.
Clarity is the prize.
But mere flesh alone does not skin the drum
of the fundamental hum.
Sail well beyond the pale
swiftly as a snail.
Flattery leaves you frail.
Ring all the bells you bring.
Bow before the king.
Slay him with his own sling.
But sheer force alone cannot chew the gum
of the fundamental hum.
Fling your belongings in the river.
Donate your lungs to the song.
But pray as you may, there will come a day
when all that we know will be gone.
Sheer force alone cannot chew the gum
of the fundamental
mere flesh alone does not skin the drum
of the fundamental hum.
Track Name: Copyright
You could throw a million words
at the walls around me.
Try to huff and puff and blow till they fall.
You could launch a million ships
on the © of my cold resolve.
You could have your lawyer give me a call.
You could punch a million holes
in the walls around me.
and I could patch em up as fast as they come.
You could wait a million years
but the outcome will be the same:
You will never find a crack in my game.
Circle round the ©.
You can’t tell a lady bug from a bee.
Track Name: Halfway There
Foresight:
You got to climb on that horse right
hold tight and ride.
Forget about being uptight.
Got to take everything in stride.
And focus on something distant.
And shoot for it like a train.
Just let the land unfold.
Let the sand turn gold.
let the hand you hold fall away.
You’re halfway there.
I believe you’re halfway there.
I could meet you halfway there.
I could meet you there.
Insight:
you need to get every inch right.
Pinch tight and try
to get it all said my midnight.
Get it all done before you die.
A perfectly sound assessment.
A perfectly level plane.
Just let the land unfold.
Let the sand turn gold.
Let the hand you hold fall away.
You’re halfway there.
Track Name: Level Below
Let’s all go to the level below.
Everyone knows there’s more at the core.
Just a little bit more.
We can play with primordial clay.
What’ll you make?
I think I’ll make a song
and we’ll bring it along.
And as we make our way below
I’ll sing it nice and slow
so you’ll know how to go when I go:
La, la, lala...
Let’s all run at the sound of the gun.
It’ll be fun.
They’ll wonder where we went
and just what it all meant.
Pull the rug out from under those thugs.
Take a few drugs and go get lost at sea
like they do on TV.
And as we make our way below
I’ll sing it nice and slow
so you’ll know how to go when I go:
La, la, lala...
Track Name: Redesign
She’s spoken for.
And I won’t bug her anymore, I swear.
But I’m hoping for
something to reset the score.
Cause she’s out there.
And she and I could heave a sigh.
But she looks askance.
Owing to her circumstance
she will not give me a chance.
Or a glance.
Let alone a monkey dance
in our underpants.
We could roll down the line.
We could redesign everything.
The chick is nine kinds of fine
and I’m o make her mine.
Track Name: Throw Me
Throw me across the valley.
Throw me across the sea.
But throw me far away
if you truly mean to be rid of me.
Throw me extra high
and I’ll pretend to fly.
I could wear the sky
just like a coat and tie.
But I would rather die
than sit here by the side
while you ride.
I’ll find another reason.
I’ll find a sweeter dream.
And I can tell the difference now
between your twinkle and your evil gleam.
And I can tell the wall
to be there when I fall.
I can tell the air
to handle me with care.
I can tell the time
has come to pull a crime
on your dime. Your dime.
Track Name: Hole in the World
Let’s drill a hole in the world.
I’ve got the tools and the master plan.
Maybe we’ll find us a pearl.
Let’s drill a hole in the world.
And let’s pull the plug on the sea, baby.
Flush all the fish down the final can.
I’ve got the janitor’s key.
Let’s pull the plug on the sea. You and me.
Let’s rip a hole in the sky, honeypie.
Strap something sharp to a dirty bird.
Maybe we’ll all fuckin fry.
Let’s rip a hole in the sky.
And let’s fuck the animals too.
Why let the beasts get the final word?
One big kaboom oughta do.
Let’s fuck the animals too!
And let’s drill a hole in the world.
I’ve heard the call to destroy it all.
I said goodbye to my girl.
Let’s drill a hole in the world!
Ka BOOM!
Track Name: Re: Love
You know all that shit you hear
about love and how it feels?
Could be that it’s real after all.
You just can’t know until you fall.
But it’s true what they say.
Oh it’s true what they say.
Turns out they were right and and I was wrong
all along.
Love is a hit from Shiva’s bong.
Love is exactly like you’re strappin on
some kind of electric thong.
Cause when she stepped in the room
my heart was back in bloom.
And it was singin to me:
Step right up boy to meet your doom.
Because it’s true what they say about love.
Oh yes it’s true what they say about love.
I guess it’s true what they say about love.
They say love will make you tame.
Losin every game.
Love will make you search the net for her name
and later hang your head in shame.
I’m saying love will make you pay.
Make you rue the very day you ever fell.
Love will make you wonder what to say
to make it go away.
Love will even make you wish that you were gay.
From what you’ve heard, you figure you could
get more tail that way.
But then she steps in the room
and your heart is back in bloom, singin:
Get along doggie got to get some boom boom boom.
Doggie got to get some boom boom.
Get along doggie got to get some boom boom boom.
Because its true what they say about love.
Oh yes it’s true what they say about love.
I guess it’s true what they say about love.
My eyes are red and my balls are blue.
So I guess that it’s true.
At least for the lucky few.
Am I gettin through to you?
Oh, it’s true what they say about love!
Thank you, goodnight.