River of Chowder

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River of Chowder, drexel's second recording

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released January 1, 2005

© 2005, Brian Pelfrey, David Sparks

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"Describing Drexel in a manner that sticks is like trying to pin a corsage on your epileptic girlfriend before the prom."

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Track Name: Monolithic Beast
Stuck in the Middle of a Monolithic Beast
Track Name: Big John's House
Big John's House

Drivin' down the holler, goin' 90 miles an hour
Gonna' get a pound of dope at big John's House
Just outside of Beattyville on the other side of hell
Where the people stay stoned all day long

It was 1987 down in Williamsburg, Ky.
The Baptists had social control
We were drinkin' and dope dealin'
But from noone we were stealin,
We were reckless with innocent joy

Young and crazy, we were runnin' free
On a marijuana mission, down in old Appalachee

Young and crazy, we were runnin' free
On a marijuana mission, down in old Appalachee

He was big and really hairy,
Awful jolly but still scary
The room was filled with 300 pounds
But on that night I do remember,
On that weekend in September
How good it felt to be breakin' the law

Just a weekend back in college
Learnin' old subversive knowledge
Haulin' weed from Owsley to Dayton
We didn't know what we were doin'
That our lives could end in ruin
The moment was all that we cared for

CHORUS
Young and crazy, we were runnin' free
On a marijuana mission, down in old Appalachee

Young and crazy, we were runnin' free
On a marijuana mission, down in old Appalachee

We really didn't give a damn
We were on the side of nature's plan
19 years old and full of ourselves
I'd do it all again, if I could
But they'd probably lock me up for good
After hearin' the words to this song

Drivin' down the holler, goin' 90 miles an hour
Gonna' get a pound of dope at big John's House
Just outside of Beattyville on the other side of hell
Where the people stay stoned all day long

CHORUS
Young and crazy, we were runnin' free
On a marijuana mission, down in old Appalachee

Young and crazy, we were runnin' free
On a marijuana mission, down in old Appalachee

Just outside of Beattyville
On the other side of hell
We gonna' get a pound of dope at Big John's House
Track Name: Cynical Sadness
There's a place deep inside where my shame sits and hides
Into the bountiful darkness of my personal strife
But if you come take my hand, you'll surely understand
That my darkness comes from love, and the void that it demands

Now come on darlin' reach out to me, why can't you understand
That sunshine comes from darkness, like hate from the Klu Klux Klan
Cynical Sadness will surely drive you mad, festering like a virus on the love that you wished you had

In the shadows of my dreams sit my faded memories
covered with scars of yesterday, when my love she flew away
Through my oceans of blue, I pray that I'll get through
And the pain that lives inside will be gone and sorrow too.

Now come on darlin' reach out to me, why can't you understand
That sunshine comes from darkness, like hate from the Klu Klux Klan
Cynical Sadness will surely drive you mad, festering like a virus on the love that you wished you had

Pain from love we do receive, fits of heartache inbetween
Weighin' heavy on our minds, never happy all the time
When it ends I hope you'll see, it's the love inside of me
that takes us to the center of our mental ecstacy

Now come on darlin' reach out to me, why can't you understand
That sunshine comes from darkness, like hate from the Klu Klux Klan
Cynical Sadness will surely drive you mad, festering like a virus on the love that you wished you had
Track Name: Practicing Preachers
Practicing Preachers

Pastor DeVol was a practicing preacher
Till he got his groove on with a married school teacher
They'd do it all night long, come Sunday morning his gall was strong
He'd preach to the people how lustful hearts were beating all wrong
Yeah, they were beating all right

Officer Don was a cop on the beat,
he swore to take the criminals off of the streets
And he hung out with the high school punks
Sayin' you got to stay away from that junk
But they didn't know Donny kept a kilo of it in his trunk
Yeah, he didn't like to get drunk

Practicing Preachers are always distant and few
It's always the guy you thought knew
Who winds up with his mugshot, on the evening news
Leaving you to sing the blues
Sayin' no, this can't be true

Congressman Jones took the Christian right stand
To save D.C. from the devil that was his only plan
But it was his own demons his sought,
He was blinded by the power he sought
He didn't know how easy, how easy it was to be bought
Yeah, anyone can be bought

Practicing Preachers are always distant and few
It's always the guy you thought knew
Who winds up with his mugshot, on the evening news
Leaving you to sing the blues
Sayin' no, this can't be true

Lyrics, melody and music by Brian Pelfrey
Track Name: Queen V
Every mornin', I pass her by drivin' down the avenue, oh yes she do
Every mornin', I wonder what, she's goin' through
Every mornin', I blow her kisses, she blows them too...
And every morning, we go our seperate ways, that's what we do

Every evenin', I pass her by drivin' down the avenue
Every evening, I think about what she's been through
Every evening, I blow her blow her kisses, she blows them too
Every evening, we go our separate ways, that's what we do...
Track Name: Righteous Judgement
Righteous Judgement abounds
It grabs me every day in the places that I'm found
Every city, every state, every country, every town
Righteous Judgement abounds

There go the preachers listen to 'em they're preachin' the word
There go the law men catchin' them old jailbirds

Righteous Judgement abounds
It follows me around like an old coon hound
From the tongue of Dr. Laura to a Barbara Walters frown
Righteous Judgement abounds

There go the soccer moms drivin' their SUVs
Suburban reality is vacuous some may see

Righteous Judgement abounds
It follows me every day in the places that I'm found
Who we lay, how we get off, it's keepin' us all down
Righteous Judgement abounds

There go the preachers listen to 'em they're preachin' the word
There go the law men catchin' them old jailbirds

Righteous Judgement abounds
It permeates my world like a psychopathic clown
From the tongue of Dr. Laura to a Barbara Walters frown
Righteous Judgement abounds

Righteous Judgement....
Track Name: The Man Called Chowder
We all want the same things, I'm no different, I'll admit it
But the law of averages says, not everybody's gonna' get it
Some day I'll be where nobody can touch me
Feel sorry for you cause you're not me
The road to the top may be rocky
But I won't let hell or high water stop me

CHORUS
I'm gonna' be just like The Man They Called Chowder
Don't wanna' be no low down dirty cowtower
Ain't gonna' sit around and let my grapes get sour
Someday I'll be just like they Man They Called Chowder

I may not have many friends, not one on whom I can depend
But we all know in the end, whoever dies with the most toys wins

We all want the same things, I'm no different, I'll admit it
But the law of averages says, not everybody's gonna' get it
Some day the Pope and the Prez will come and visit
They'll say, Man your place is exquisite
We want your money now give it
I've got this dream, I can't quit it

CHORUS
I'm gonna' be just like The Man They Called Chowder
Don't wanna' be no low down dirty cowtower
Ain't gonna' sit around and let my grapes get sour
Someday I'll be just like they Man They Called Chowder

I may not have many friends, not one on whom I can depend
But we all know in the end, whoever dies with the most toys wins