Jonathan Burks

recorded December 2nd, 2007 in a basement in Riverwest, MKE this song originally appears on my 2009 release Brown Paper Bag featuring: Vocals and Guitar - Jonathan Burks Guitar - Joe Peschio Piano -Nick Westfahl Bass - Marc Luther Paul Drums - Dan Boyles Guitar - Jacob Sutrick Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Contact: [email protected] lyrics: I got some bucks in my pocket a gut full of blues churning in my stomach, in my heart, in my shoes burning in my mouth like a stubborn dying tooth I been searching every corner bar for good time to ignite this lonely lonely carcass moping round lame and lifeless oh me oh my man the irony is priceless the cure of my blues is the cause of them too hey hey hey ha ha ha hee hee hee if god has got a sense of humor the joke is on me do what I want, I got style, I got grace so gracefully falling down on my face it aint cool it aint good but it's o.k. I'll get on up out this rut someday I get stuck, I get stumped, I get carried away stuck in all the in betweens that aint got no names caught up in the bramble, stranded in the rain I keep on writing rambling songs but I aint going no place self medicated, frustrated and jaded so lonely lonely lonely getting fucked up and faded there's so many girls in the bar tonight for a change but my words keep getting slurred as they make their way out my face I aint known a woman's touch now for so many days I've reached the born-again-virgin stage of not getting laid I know what to say and I know what to do but I'm too messed up to get up and make a move words and music by Jonathan E Burks

Weekly Song Post number 185 'Hand to Hold' recorded in a Riverwest basement by Joe Peschio in 2008 Vocals and Guitar - Jonathan Burks Guitar - Joe Peschio Bass - Marc Luther Paul Drums - Dan Boyles some OG Jon Burks' Band I found going thru my files Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Contact: [email protected] lyrics: oh sweet sister won't you be my morning wanna be you comrade, don't want to be your informant you and I are lovers baby but that don't mean we can't be friends I want your hand to hold I aint asking for your hand to wed don't wanna be your mister, wanna be your homey saving all of my kisses for you and you only we can take a stroll we don't have to know what's coming around the bend I want your hand to hold I aint asking for your hand to wed I know where you see yourself in the future because you showed me I know you think I'm super dooper but it wasn't me you was holding I wanna feed your campfire don't want to be your white-picket fence I want your hand to hold I aint asking for your hand to wed I wanna get to know you baby I aint trying to get up in your head I don't want to be your man at all baby, let me be your salty dog instead words and music by Jonathan E Burks

outtake from my 2006 release, Bones of the Tree recorded by Colin Gagon at Herzog Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Contact: [email protected] lyrics: I try to talk to you and you avoid me like the plague my loving aint contagious I aint no leper babe you got me going crazy it just aint right wont you please call me up or better yet honey stop by oh my god I'm so hot for you but you turn me cold as ice when I try to talk to you you got me going crazy... I should have known it was too easy the way you fell into my arms blew against me like a breeze and like the breeze you was gone you got me going crazy...

Weekly Song Post number 183 'Dali's Liquid Ladies' Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Contact: [email protected] by Jonathan E Burks

Weekly Song Post number 178 'In the Mystery' outtake from my 2006 release, Bones of the Tree recorded by Colin Gagon at Herzog Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Contact: [email protected] mine is a water sign I get wet I get dry it's all just a state of mind mine is a water sign full moon is high I feel the pull of the tide levy's busted open wide flooding this ol' heart of mine liquid is light I seen 'em both in her eyes in the folds of her mind in the soul of her thighs I feel the pull of the tide it cuts like ice carving up this glacial night opening up the great divide swimming in the mystery fishing neath a shady tree sipping from a slippery stream rolling like a stone across the belly of the beast in the mystery sitting on a fallen tree slithering thru the swampy reeds skipping like a stone washing up on the beach there's a path, there's a current viciously determined frothing and churning raw meat in the broth of learning soft curve of a wave cuts like a knife washing away and rearranging the lines of a life the bones of a man fold and crumble like sand in the palm of a plan in the ducts and channels of a hand swimming in the mystery fishing neath a shady tree sipping from a slippery stream rolling like a stone across the belly of the beast in the mystery sitting on a fallen tree slithering thru the swampy weeds rolling like a stone washing up on the beach mine is a water sign I get wet I get dry mine is a water sign words and music by Jonathan E Burks

Weekly Song Post number 177 'I Love You Mary Jane' outtake from my 2006 release, Bones of the Tree recorded by Colin Gagon at Herzog lyrics: they say happiness don't grow on trees but your love grows wild and reckless like a weed my heart buds forth like a swollen spring when I walk through your fields of green I drink you up until my cup runs high you make me wanna sing when I feel like dying I know you aint the solution to my woes but this world is a whipping post and I'm getting stoned you make my gray skies green you're the sweetest thing I ever did see I love you Mary Jane for some your love is a cure you help them see straight when their vision is blurred you settle the stomach and ease the pain why the man wanna keep you locked up in chains? they say that to love you is a crime too many who have known you are doing time I guess I'll take your loving on the sly with these smoke rings I take thee for my bride you make my gray skies green you're the sweetest thing I ever did see I love you Mary Jane words and music by Jonathan E Burks

Weekly Song Post number 176 'Rock and Roll' from my 2006 release, Bones of the Tree produced and engineered by Colin Gagon bass guitar by Marc Luther Paul keyboard and backup vocals by Colin Gagon Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Contact: [email protected] lyrics: your heart is always restless your feet they never touch the ground the truth is what you're avoiding your lost and you don't want to be found it's one, one for the money and two, two for the show your heart is good and golden but your soul is all rock n' roll resting in the arms of a woman who wept for forty days and forty nights but aint no flood or mad amounts of love gonna get you clean tonight all your bridges are burning you sail upon a funeral pyre sure as your still moving your bound to be spreading fire

recorded by Mark Zbikowski on Friday July 8th, 2016 I got piss poor life skills for a grown-ass man honey I aint as tall as you think I am quiet desperation throwing 'round its weight got me dancing a side-step shuffle down this load bearing plank time waits for no one every man got needs there's somebody else that I have to be quiet desperation loosing its restraint floating on the surface tension held taut behind her face I suppose I should have seen it coming how could I know it would be as sweet as this every pause and mis-step have brought me here every finish line don't bring only cheer quiet desperation got nothing left to say I hear between the lines crawling 'round the page I suppose I should have seen it coming how could I know it would be as sweet as this

'It's On' originally appeared on my 2010 release, Loudmouth Soup featuring Joe Peschio, Nick Westfahl, Marc Luther Paul, Dan Boyles and Jacob Sutrick recorded by Shane Hochstetler at Howl Street roll with the punches follow my hunches drink a 6pack for lunch and smoke that shit all day long It's me Johny B the honky tonk m.c. piece of straw in my teeth when i flow fancy free stoned on the weed and the beer for sure loose like Willy and haggard like Merle it's Sunday morning and I'm coming down damn straight fools can drink up in the brew town so raise them glasses and put em back the spatula is raised for a playful slap on the rump we bring it like that so get up and get down brew city keep it simple kinda more like a town fresh and crisp as autumn in the Midwest Godbless Wisconsin Chicks working class cause I'm a Milwaukean 8 days a week that's how we be rocking it life is a bitch a switch a flicker in the darkness it's cold and heartless but it's on it's on we keep it loose we keep it country them city gooses taste a little bit funky go ahead and savour the gamey flavor aint no shame in this piss poor behavior everyone's talkin bout a stimulus package i'm down at Lake Park hunting fowl with a hatchet life is a bitch a switch a flicker in the darkness it's cold and heartless but it's on it's on

aint waiting round with bated breath boot drop don't designate next step you get yours honey, I got mine I'm working out my piece of the pie I took my last chance gonna grab something better than that disconnect, discontent working all the time, barely making rent feel a bit like human fuel for somebody else's dream come true you aint got a chance you have something better than that the world we're in has got the bends coming up too quick thru the primal depths mounting pressure, space/time rift in our bones as we breach the surface on the tail winds of the soul we aint got a chance we have something better than that

Weekly Song Post number 172, 'Monkey Teeth' lyrics: I have a hard time letting go afraid to lose my hold upon some kind of feeling that I've come to know get my head wrapped around some notion I've found when it outlives its usefulness I forget to put it down it's a thin line between what's real and just how ya feel I don't trust any one of us not to slip on that banana peel a joke lands or it don't some plans just won't keep on darlin, keep rolling on whatever floats your boat be a dog, get your head out the ride is going past suck it up, every ounce of wind this weather aint gonna last

Weekly Song Post number 171, 'Wrong With Me' lyrics: I can't quite seem to get it right feeling the heft of my loneliness tonight there's no way around it evidence abounds there's something wrong with me rust, bondo and duct tape crack in the fuel tank got a hole in me that can't be killed running on fumes every which way but loose can't catch no thrill there's a flaw in the design the meat of my mind aint blessed with no special gifts you work with what you got when it aint a lot only so much you can do a work in progress, obsessive neurotic a red hot mess, a stone cold fool can't take a hint don't know how to quit guess I'll push on through can't quite seem to get it right I'm feeling the flex of my loneliness tonight there's no doubt about it evidence abounds there's something wrong with me

Weekly Song Post number 170, 'Be Aware' Spatula City featuring Jonathan Burks, Andrew Euting, Marc Luther Paul, Dan Hartwig, Gabe Jankowski, and Adam Krause written by Jonathan Burks recorded by Colin Gagon at Herzog

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Contact: [email protected] Weekly Song Post number 169, 'Alien Love' Spatula City featuring Jonathan Burks, Andrew Euting, Marc Luther Paul, Dan Hartwig, Gabe Jankowski, and Adam Krause written by Jonathan Burks and Andrew Euting recorded by Colin Gagon at Herzog

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Contact: [email protected] lyrics: there's circles on the floorboards where I wound my nights into the cupboards of my neighbor's lives running down this small room my secrets storm the halls the best and the worst of me dripping from these walls I'm leaving here and I'm never coming back the past holds dear what don't fit on a future track imprints from my forehead blood from my tongue air still displaced from my lowest rung hole in the drywall fist shaped in size salt in the carpet shook from my eyes I'm leaving here and I'm never coming back it's getting clear this is not my fade to black handled my possessions piece by piece till they granted their blessings and set me free now I'm nothing but a body a man shaped leaf guided by the fall pinched from the tree I'm leaving here and I'm never coming back the heart of fear fills up what you think you lack words and music by Jonathan E Burks

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Contact: [email protected] lyrics: I got nothing left to take that won't fit on my frame I've given it all away I aint holding nothing but a guitar and a song and a little something something hey hey I don't want what can't fit in my lungs give me some room to breathe and a bit of that indica meow super trooper I'm a real Roto-Rooter chewing thru till I get unstuck dirt in my teeth, chasing grit with elbow grease got a gullet full of sticks and mud I'm going to bite off more than I can chew that's how you find out just what you can get thru I aint sitting on my hands, no if buts or ands I aint praying on my knees getting down to work, inspiration is for jerks the muse aint the boss of me I'm going to try and fail and fail and try some more until I get at that getting at I'm searching for aint sitting on my duff, got a bug in my butt busting hump every day luck is for chumps, these hands fist pump my fingers don't cross they bang I don't want what I didn't earn that candle's got more surface to burn

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Contact: [email protected] recorded live at Circle A on Saturday March 5th, 2016 performed by Jonathan Burks, Nathan Kilen, David Cusma, and Didier Leplae lyrics: piss and moan don't get nothing grown aint no way around the work I'm up to my teeth in soiled schemes trying to keep my mouth free of dirt two steps back aint nothing jack but a running start 9 to 5's breaking my stride might as well commoditize my heart I wanna get paid gonna grab me a slice they say money don't buy everything but it buy everything I like row my boat against the flow common sense aint my friend if I had a lick I would take the hint and hang up my pen but I'm a stubborn man gonna lay down tracks till my craft catches wind if you don't hoist that mainsail you aint gonna do nothing much but drift I don't rock no bling, that aint my thing I don't roll with rent round my neck I'm living like a king on some rice and beans bouncing from check to check pinching pennies and dimes for some studio time my head aint getting less thick I do it for the art, because it's from the heart but you can't eat a 7" split words and music by Jonathan E Burks

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Contact: [email protected] lyrics: you're not alone, it aint you the way you feel is only passing thru it aint nothing but a mess of wind the wild rough edges of the good within you got troubles it's true but they aint nothing that you can't get thru don't take it hard, honey you're alright even a broken window lets in the light we all catch a bit of rain every picture looks different from the inside of the frame you got troubles it's true but they aint nothing that you can't get thru this world of shadows tells no truth that grunt work falls on the likes of you the light might not be any more real sometimes you gotta grab whatever tools you can steal you got troubles it's true but they aint nothing that you can't get thru words and music by Jonathan E Burks

I used this song for my 11th song post but since I hadn't started making videos yet I figure it's alright if I repost it. The song title doesn't have anything to do with the song. I needed to call it something and had just finished reading The Master and Margarita. It's still one of my favorite books. The video footage is from Silent Night, Bloody Night by Theodore Gershuny. Basically I just hodge-podged a bunch of cool shots together, but I did try to reference some of the imagery and symbolism of The Master and Margarita. It's been awhile since I've read it though. It turned out pretty nonsensical but I'm happy with it. Seems like there's a through line in there somewhere.

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Contact: [email protected] cleaning out my song closet. I started this one a couple of years ago, finished it up this week.

video: https://youtu.be/vUGEKKkQCaY I've been trying to finish up songs I started last year. This one was inspired by a line from the John Prine song 'In Spite of Ourselves'. Oh, and by real life. (wink emoticon) Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Contact: [email protected]

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Contact: [email protected] lyrics: lost on the way lost on the way already good and gone lost on the way got a heavy heart full of hope and dread teeth on the tail foot on the head angle of the bone shakes out the roll cut of the jibe carves out the stroll lost on the way lost on the way stepping on a sweet song lost on the way out of sight, out of mind out of space and time in between the lines of the infinite monkey mind you can't sample or hold the sine don't unwind it's the attack, decay, release that sustains the ride lost on the way lost on the way it's all good and gone lost on the way

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ recorded live at Circle A on Saturday March 5th, 2016 performed by Jonathan Burks, Nathan Kilen, David Cusma, and Didier Leplae contact: [email protected]

recorded at Circle A on Saturday March 5th, 2016 performed by Jonathan Burks, Nathan Kilen, David Cusma, and Didier Leplae photo by Jen Skladanek

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ everybody needs someone we all need somebody to love it's been said it gets done we all need somebody to love Preacher Casey told Tom Joad human beings we are one big soul I can't say I don't know seems to me it just might be so everybody needs someone we all need somebody to love it's been said it gets done we all need somebody to love Captain Janeway, Kirk and Picard exploring life in the belly of the stars back home their people finally earned some peace they learned the hard way we was all on the same team everybody needs someone we all need somebody to love it's been said it gets done we all need somebody to love

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ top·side noun 1. the upper part of a ship's side, above the waterline. lyrics: aint no wrong side of the bed when you're waking up warm and fed set of lungs pumping breath arm around your chest aint no star that shines longer than a finite time you get one go around feet barely touch the ground and you're gone and you're dead I never been one to rise with hope singing out my eyes but I'm learning to shift my temperament a bit I been above, I been below I been flush, I been flat broke sometimes this life just floats other times it don't I never been one to rise with hope singing out my eyes but I'm learning to shift my temperament a bit words and music by Jonathan E Burks contact: [email protected]

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Video: https://youtu.be/FREiRv_2UUo lyrics: leaves are getting thin out here on the limb you can see the landscape in all it's vacant heartache full force of the wind cutting thru my chin sand of my glass jaw rolling thru the back door mind on the prize nose to the grind head in the clouds boat on the brine I'm owning this moment victory is mine hands on the plow toes on the line moving on what's next with embryonic steps goosebumps are my map quest follow my excitement shattered like a glass floor picking up my slack jaw no stitch left to hem haw you get what you ask for resistance is fertile friction grows the flame furrows on my brow could use some gasoline the tiger needs an eyepatch went ahead and grabbed my groove back man, I got a deep scratch nothing gonna salve that words and music by Jonathan Burks contact: [email protected]

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ lyrics: I been writing more than I been living I been talking to myself more than anybody else it's an odd inclination I been given love the alone time, live for the song I been thinking, lord I been thinking round and round these walls my thoughts scramble and crawl the only time my soul is calm completely is when my head is empty and there's room for the song it's all been sung and done before I know stronger hands than these have crafted finer works of prose this light aint the brightest but it shines love the limitations, live for the rhyme I been dreaming, baby I been scheming thought maps on the ceiling, post-its on the cabinet doors let this be my tombstone when I'm gone die when you have to, live for the song words and music by Jonathan Burks contact: [email protected]

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ The overview effect is a cognitive shift in awareness reported by some astronauts and cosmonauts during spaceflight, often while viewing the Earth from orbit or from the lunar surface. -wikipedia lyrics: nothing pressing to do today think I'll roll a spliff and drift away set up camp in my inner space think on nothing at all I'm gonna tuck these blues away save em up for a sunny day let the shadows on the wall battle the grey dissolve tomorrow brings a little everything I'm getting gone, I'm on my way stepping out on a taller plane all these tumbles from grace don't mean nothing at all I never been to outer space hear the view there is 'A-OK' you can see it all the cracks in the wall the crush of the dream little everything words and music by Jonathan Burks contact: [email protected]

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Weekly Song Post number 152 'Punching Trees' This is an acoustic demo of a new song that the band and I are working on for the next album. Recorded on my trusty Zoom recorder. bound to crack some eggs when you're hatching plan I'm breaking dirty, I got hatchet hands there's more than one way to get across I'm riding backdraft, tossing matches like a boss small mind fit inside small frame hanging big picture on the walls of my brain adjust the angle of the view till the colors pop and the sound rings true ear to the ground, rumble pulling me down the road that siren song got me locked in like Hypnotoad I'm moving forward, I've gathered my wits they're tied up in a kerchief at the end of a stick how lucid is the dream how tight is the stitch of the seam there's glue in everything there aint no meant to be carving a fit for my frequency in the mix high pass the mud, notch filter my niche eyes peeled, poised to grab the glitch 0 10 01 get it in I got feet in my shoes and a new attitude abide like The Dude when life gets rude I'm punching trees, gathering building blocks plucking the fruit of hard knocks glasses on my nose, chewing on some prose songbird takes life from the worm in the rose I'm building flight on the meat of the blight tossing tunes like a kite to catch a higher sight how lucid is the dream how tight is the stitch of the seam there's glue in everything there aint no meant to be written, performed and recorded by Jonathan E Burks contact: [email protected]

Weekly Song Post number 151 featuring samples from 'Life: Welcome to Reality' hosted by Charles Carmichle on Riverwest Radio 104.1 WXRW http://www.riverwestradio.com/ http://www.riverwestradio.com/show/life-welcome-to-reality/

I sampled some radio waves and set it to some weirdness. George Darrow on the vox samples. Riverwest Radio 104.1 WXRW Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ vocal samples by George Darrow on Riverwest Radio - 104.1 WXRW http://www.riverwestradio.com/ written, produced and engineered by Jonathan E Burks contact: [email protected]

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT video: https://youtu.be/luUBfYeUE9M on mushrooms in the moonlight twenty-five years ago I knew you for the first time your head beaming rivers of gold heavy frozen branches bursting silent and still halo round your frame throwing light down on Graceland Hill when I was a kid winter brought lost wind and flight thin plastic spaceships sailing on physics and ice into the cold we climbed to catch that thrill one with the now zooming down Graceland Hill innocence lost experience awkwardly won your hands told mine how to finish what didn't get done headlights grabbed our shadows and tossed them into the chill cold dark relief of the backseat at Graceland Hill lyrics and music by Jonathan Burks website: http://www.jonburks.com/ contact: [email protected]

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ sometimes I'm up other times I'm down something different always coming round I got thin skin pulled taunt over tender frame one breeze and I'm flying squirrel blowing round every which way dark thoughts rolling down the barrel of my mind synapsis claw and scratch leave me staring down the great divide I can feel something breaking but it aint coming quick enough there's a breakdown in the making but it aint coming quick enough all this slo mo salvation is quickly making me nuts words and music by Jonathan Burks contact: [email protected]

video: https://youtu.be/dLBHe0pJ8Co Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ lyrics: silent night, holy night purple dome, approaching light golden pink glorious crown pouring splendor on centuries down songs of heavenly peace sweet songs of heavenly peace silent night, holy night all is calm, all is quiet softly listens the wondering air holy infant with clustering hair sleep in heavenly peace sleep in heavenly peace silent night, holy night all is one, love's pure light radiant beams from thy heavenly face speaking the knowledge of abundant grace songs of heavenly peace sweet songs of heavenly peace contact: [email protected]

Performed by Jonathan Burks, Nathan Kilen, David Cusma, and Didier Leplae. Recorded and mixed by Billy Cicerelli at 91.7 WMSE on November 10th, 2015. Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ lyrics: thirty-something years old recovering alcoholic Jon Burks is in the place the stage, man I'm on it Johny Bizzle with the flame to the wick rock a many style, flow indiscriminate from Woody Guthrie to Old Dirty Bastard my influences range from Wimbledon to Nascar I'm not the hardest, not the farthest out still I get around when I roustabout from the Zoom up to the final cut keep it from the gut when I light it up wanna check my stats go ahead and Google me got more tracks than black and yellow got bumble bee I'm not your average rock and roll maverick I be the butter spread on all kinds of sandwiches bring the dip and the fixings for your munchies five second rule, gritty and grungy serve up the floor save with a side of straight face drop a little fly into the soup of the stage like a home cooked meal gets you a different kind of stuffed feel it in my gut when I light it up captain crabby, king curmudgeon only happy when I'm banging out beats in the dungeon got an attitude that could use adjustment me and my git-box, we got some blues to bludgeon dig in and feast, wipe the fur from your teeth I don't keep the lucky foot I eat the whole beast and I been wrestling rabbits till I'm straight jacket manic, bass drum kicking like a habitt it's the missing link that catches the release so I keeps my mange free range off the leash open head like Whoopi on Next Gen when I push pen and Ten Forward my two cents from the Zoom up through to the final cut I keep it from my gut when I light it up words and music by Jonathan Burks contact: [email protected]

Video: https://youtu.be/d4a3aj7PIWc Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT performed by - Jonathan Burks, Nathan Kilen, David Cusma, Didier Leplae lately my mouth don't do nothing but whine need to sharpen the edges of my battle cry I got one foot rooted in the mess I'm in and the other one moving on, I'm spreading thin blade to the path, I don't chiromance got a read on the backside of the task at hand I'm catching lumps taking it on the chin most times where you're at aint where you're trying to get I fall to pieces like Humpty Dump the hunch in my back is packed with psychic junk I'm sweeping up, sorting wants and needs I aint trying to keep what don't fit up my sleeve rebuilding the backend, updating the code rearranging the furniture up in my dome I'm YouTubing yoga, stretching my limbs expanding my reach till I'm handling it drop a line in the water, you catch a boot sometimes resistance and dead weight are not too hard to find fish in a barrel aint no fun to eat I'm seven seas deep, harpoon tucked in my teeth a head that's liquid has got some give what slips through the cracks parts for the fin flash in the pan evaporates quick it's the grease on the grill that makes the fire stick

This is the first song we played last Saturday at the Circle A. The show was a lot of fun, super warm crowd. We got to do two sets and try out some new songs. This was one of the new ones. Thanks to everyone who came out! If you couldn't make it, I'll be posting more tracks from the show over the next few weeks. Thanks!! photo by Jeff Brueggeman Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ “There are two kinds of people in the world: Drains and Radiators.” – Andy Serkis, Nerdist 545 lyrics: getting dirty and down to work hands underneath the hood frontal lobe ‘neath my fingernails diy I don’t knock on wood I might be out of luck but I ain't afraid of rut every valley’s got peaks I might never get out this crevice but it won’t be 'cause I didn’t reach you can give off heat or take it away you can be the radiator or the drain haters don’t say nothing but nay it’s the only phrase they know I’m trying to keep my head moving on a different kind of flow this aint no cruise ship, if you aint moving get out and push bound to get your feet wet some get on little doggie mush stop motion couldn’t capture this slow growth I’m plugging along hard to take in the scope of momentum when the arch is so long early bird catches the worm early worm wiggles off of the hook I’m writhing like a snake in the ocean dancing ‘round every rule in the book words and music by Jonathan Burks recorded at Circle A, November 14th 2015 performed by Jonathan Burks, Nathan Kilen, David Cusma, Didier Leplae contact: [email protected] photo by Mike Westfahl

video: https://youtu.be/ixVhma0Rajo Performed by Jonathan Burks, Nathan Kilen, David Cusma, and Didier Leplae. Recorded and mixed by Billy Cicerelli at 91.7 WMSE on November 10th, 2015. Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ lyrics: I aint got no money, I aint got no girl fear I been misplaced I aint wanted in this world like a square peg lego I don't seem to fit I lay me down upon the wall but I don't hear no click gradients of static saturate the lens I'm having a hard time making out any kind of sense like a fly in jello, embedded in the hoof frozen, full of dread unclean and underfoot trudging thru another day goddamn this life roll on aint nothing around every bend except another way to fall cut my teeth at every turn (the con is long and wide) spitting sand out the side of my face water beats rock over time words and music by Jonathan Burks contact: [email protected]

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ your heart is always restless your feet they never touch the ground the truth is what you're avoiding your lost and you don't want to be found it's one, one for the money and two, two for the show your heart is good and golden but your soul is all rock n' roll resting in the arms of a woman who wept for forty days and forty nights but aint no flood or mad amounts of love gonna get you clean tonight all your bridges are burning you sail upon a funeral pyre sure as your still moving your bound to be spreading fire words and music by Jonathan Burks contact: [email protected] video source: https://archive.org/details/Sagaofth1957 BUY LINK: https://jonathanburks.bandcamp.com/track/rock-and-roll-2

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ I asked for a sign, didn't like what it said I kept on keeping on instead they say nothing beats a fail but a try guess that's one thing I'm doing right been kicking round the same old tunes tangled up in a predictable hue all the ink I've spilled on rambling songs aint floating me none or getting me gone stubborn is as stupid does my head knows better but my feet won't budge my donkey-sense has got me frozen in this track some kind of death down every other path I wrote my self into a bit part now I'm sketching out the framework of a fresh start they say nothing beats a fail but a try I'm gonna mess it up good tonight words and music by Jonathan Burks hit me up and I'll send you a CD Email: [email protected]

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT lately my mouth don't do nothing but whine need to sharpen the edges of my battle cry I got one foot rooted in the mess I'm in and the other one moving on, I'm spreading thin blade to the path, I don't chiromance got a read on the backside of the task at hand I'm catching lumps taking it on the chin most times where you're at aint where you're trying to get I fall to pieces like Humpty Dump the hunch in my back is packed with psychic junk I'm sweeping up, sorting wants and needs I aint trying to keep what don't fit up my sleeve rebuilding the backend, updating the code rearranging the furniture up in my dome I'm YouTubing yoga, stretching my limbs expanding my reach till I'm handling it drop a line in the water, you catch a boot sometimes resistance and dead weight are not too hard to find fish in a barrel aint no fun to eat I'm seven seas deep, harpoon tucked in my teeth a head that's liquid has got some give what slips through the cracks parts for the fin flash in the pan evaporates quick it's the grease on the grill that makes the fire stick words and music by Jonathan Burks Email: [email protected] Website: http://www.jonburks.com/

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT piss and moan don't get nothing grown aint no way around the work I'm up to my teeth in soiled schemes trying to keep my mouth free of dirt two steps back aint nothing jack but a running start 9 to 5's breaking my stride might as well commoditize my heart I wanna get paid gonna grab me a slice they say money don't buy everything but it buy everything I like row my boat against the flow common sense aint my friend if I had a lick I would take the hint and hang up my pen but I'm a stubborn man gonna lay down tracks till my craft catches wind if you don't hoist that mainsail you aint gonna do nothing much but drift I don't rock no bling, that aint my thing I don't roll with rent round my neck I'm living like a king on some rice and beans bouncing from check to check pinching pennies and dimes for some studio time my head aint getting less thick I do it for the art, because it's from the heart but you can't eat a 7" split artist - Jonathan Burks songwriter - Jonathan Burks song title - Paid BPM - 63 contact - [email protected] PRO - BMI mood - introspective producer - Jonathan Burks genre - Folk track number - 138 year - 2015 album title - Weekly Song Post record label - Ext 23 publisher - Jonathan Burks Website: http://www.jonburks.com/

video: https://youtu.be/DL1NzGnEAxA This is band practice version of a song off my 2009 album Brown Paper Bag featuring Joe Peschio, Nick Westfahl, Marc Luther Paul, Dan Boyles and Jacob Sutrick recorded by Joe Peschio and Marc Luther Paul I don't like my roommate, I hate my job I like getting drunk but it don't pay a lot I like getting high, I like writing tunes love me some women, baby I miss you so dissatisfied, so doggone blue pacing the floor, wearing holes in my shoes drinking beer in the morning, smoking all day long I'm in love with a woman who's gotta get around if I had my druthers I would surely stroll stuff my duffle bag and just hit the road if I had the money I wouldn't even pack just hit that ol' highway with the clothes on my back I can't stand my roommate, lord I hate my job I like singing songs but it don't pay a lot going out and getting loaded, I aint never coming down I'm in love with a women who's gotta get around song written by Jonathan Burks Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Email: [email protected] Website: http://www.jonburks.com/

video: https://youtu.be/YAvJKIn1Pfc Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT one grain at a time lifting weight from the stone giving up to the wind what aint mine to hold can't tip the slope of the hill gotta lessen the load techtonic plates aint got nothing on me rearranging my face grinding glacially where I'm at right now aint where I'm gonna be get my needle stuck on a particular note swimming round and round confusing ocean for moat if the craft is sound why not get in and row? every step of the way every bend of the fold I'm breaking skin crawling out of my mold I aint the same as I was before what I am right now tomorrow won't be no more Email: [email protected] Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ words and music by Jonathan Burks

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT video: https://youtu.be/Ua_hbKr4CkU struggling to find my place these clumsy hands can't catch no break hustling, too dumb too quit guess some folks aint got no sense nothing left to do chin up and punch through feeling anything but whole busted, every kind of broke the pieces shift, can't get a grip never been quite this over it hard rain filling up the boat best laid plans don't always float the tide just rips, it don't rise or lift 20,000 leagues sitting on my chest Email: [email protected] Website: http://www.jonburks.com/

video: https://youtu.be/v1_XSQbMZuY Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Email: [email protected] Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Bandcamp: https://jonathanburks.bandcamp.com/ SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/jonathanburks iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/jonathan-burks/id13673861?uo=4 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/jonathanburks7 Vimeo: https://vimeo.com/jonathanburks Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jonburks1 Twitter: https://twitter.com/jonathanburks CD Baby: http://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/JonathanBurks Internet Archive: https://archive.org/search.php?query=creator%3A%22Jonathan+Burks%22

video: https://youtu.be/valLitdOrtc I'm really digging making darker, weirder versions of these songs I haven't thought about in a while. also, its fun sifting thru a bunch of quirky old commercials. sign up for the mailing list and get a weekly song directly in your inbox. no spam, just ham:http://eepurl.com/bcruFT thanks! original track recorded by Dave Gelting. he also plays the piano and string parts that I sampled. words and music by Jonathan Burks I'm gonna roll and tumble baby, stumble through every town gonna romp and ramble 'till my name gets around I'll be doing this 'till I'm 76 no doubt at least until these old planks and beams give out I was born to ramble, I was born to step and stroll don't you think about me honey, when I go I got ants in my pants, toes up in my sox I got a heart that's aching like a big beat that just won't stop I'll be doing this 'till I'm 76 for sure head in the clouds and my feet all up in the dirt I was born to ramble, I was born to step and stroll don't ya think about me honey, when I go Email: [email protected] Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Bandcamp: https://jonathanburks.bandcamp.com/ SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/jonathanburks iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/jonathan-burks/id13673861?uo=4 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/jonathanburks7 Vimeo: https://vimeo.com/jonathanburks Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jonburks1 Twitter: https://twitter.com/jonathanburks CD Baby: http://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/JonathanBurks Internet Archive: https://archive.org/search.php?query=creator%3A%22Jonathan+Burks%22

video: https://youtu.be/sBGBOBrcGuA Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT remix of a song off of my 2006 release 'Bones of the Tree' words and music by Jonathan Burks lyrics: once the words came to me now I'm chasing around all these lame and useless verbs and nouns I might be lost I might be found I'm a square the earth is round over around the bend good lord it never ends they say hope springs eternal but she always been my fair weathered friend I had it all and threw it away not just once over and over again I must be lost I must be found the sky was so soft hard is the ground all this syn tax ing my brain all in all I got nothing to say I might be lost but not too lost to find a melody and some bull to ride Email: [email protected] Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Bandcamp: https://jonathanburks.bandcamp.com/ SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/jonathanburks iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/jonathan-burks/id13673861?uo=4 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/jonathanburks7 Vimeo: https://vimeo.com/jonathanburks Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jonburks1 Twitter: https://twitter.com/jonathanburks CD Baby: http://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/JonathanBurks Internet Archive: https://archive.org/search.php?query=creator%3A%22Jonathan+Burks%22