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All You've Gotta Do
02:42
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Heard the writing man
And he said
All you’ve gotta do
Is make good art
Heard the writing girl
And she said
All you’ve gotta do
Is make a bad
Bad book
Well I put it all together
And spun it all around
And all I’ve gotta do
Is make a bad
Album
Just for you
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Window Wishin'
03:33
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Hey mister whatcha doing
It sure looks like fun
Hey mister whatcha wearing
It looks nice in the sun
Hey mister where you going
You sure look like someone
Hey mister can I join you
When my day is done
We could wander in the sea of grass
And not get locked up by the past
Find a magical stream of rose
Not even worry bout the next day
Hey lady what’s so funny
You’re laughing with your eyes
Hey lady what’s your story
You seem made of highs
Hey lady can I ask you
How did you find the prize
Hey lady can I join you
Under the big blue skies
We could dance at the top of the hill
The wind will sing and give us a nice chill
Shadows gather into an embrace
We could make a new life in this place
Hey puppy what is up
Your tail’s wagging so hard
Hey puppy whatcha smelling
In your neighbors yard
Hey puppy can I just say
You’re one hell of a card
Hey puppy can I join you
Patrolling the boulevard
Pretty sure there is a tennis ball
We could play hide and seek
With this shawl
Running free with no loss of breathe
Won’t even contemplate death
The face in the window looking back can see everything
The face in the window looking back can feel everything
The face in the window looking back can see everything
The face in the window looking back can feel everything
Can feel everything
Can feel everything
The day
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3. |
Dancing Madly
03:02
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I could dance all night
For now
I could swing my arms
All Around
Make a move with my foot
To the beat
I’m telling you
It’ll be so sweet
Every time it happens
I just can’t believe
How good it feels to feel
Every time it happens
I just can’t believe
How it could all be real
My emotions are
Fluttering all around
And I just can’t stop
Living in the sound
Flecks of sweat are
Flying off my face
As I try to
Adjust to the pace
Lock in with the kick and the snare
And I do not think you will go wrong
Lock in with the bass and I think
That you will start to feel the song
Dancing madly
How I will be
Dancing madly
How I will be
Dancing madly
How I will be
Dancing madly
How I will be
Dancing madly
How I will be
Dancing madly
How I will be
Dancing madly
How I will be
Dancing madly
How I will be
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Getting off my feet
I’m getting on the ground
Preparing the way
To stomp around town
Step around the gate
You know life awaits
Though it swings around
It’s in a solid state
Ignore the cracks
That’s under the heel
It’s just the roots
With a bloody squeal
The pavement fades
With a bit of sun
It’s not trying to
Hurt anyone
Through the cracks it
Slips away
Another push
Another day
Constant thumping
Beats to live
All the dancing
Nothing to forgive
Just gotta live
Piercing my way through
The hive mind
That little space
Could be mine
The shutter’s down
There is a little hitch
Undulate the bod
With a little switch
Keep on lifting
What I weigh
The staircase
Is no stairway
The pressure’s on
You know my knee is weak
Fly sideways with
A little squeak
See the smiles
Fade away
Back of photos
There to stay
Stoop and Banjo
Sing and play
Outdoor seating
What a day
Just sing and play
There to stay
Everyday
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6. |
Many Drops Of Water
06:07
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Sitting on the porch
Just looking at the ground
See the shadows as
They move around
Checking out my arm
See it turn red
I better move my ass
Before it comes toasted
Polarize the light
Make it bend in time
As it changes the world
It all looks fine
Being outside
There is beauty
Makes it feel like all is right
But this heat
I am drowning
Sidewalk is so burning bright
All the sweating
Clothes are sticking
It’s a masochists delight
The pressure changes
You can feel it in the air
A little wind comes by
Maybe nature cares
A chill runs down my back
It’s soaking wet
But it still feels nice
To reduce the threat
My hair’s all messed up
Much look such a clown
The looks I get
Make me feel so down
The relief falls
Temporary
Global fan to oscillate
But the clouds they
Seem to gather
Even they must feel the weight
Oh so humid
Must admire
Airborne water
Clouds the gate
I always felt that the world
Was a better place
Under a cloudy sky
Kind of looks a little more
What I’d expect
Knowing what I know
And I can walk around
And I can feel okay
A drop of water ain’t going to ruin my day
In fact I would say
A drop of water would
Make it all okay
And I want it all to come down
Upon my head
To the ground
And I want it all to come down
Upon my head
To the ground
To the ground to the ground
Upon my head into the ground
Into the ground into the ground
To the ground
Upon my head into the ground
To the ground
To the ground
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Sitting on the bench
Just looking at the fire
As it climbs ever higher
Through the dark dark skies
And just breathing in the ashes
Like it is some kind of penance
Leading me to the acceptance
That I just want to see
Another bright morning sky
Sitting on the fence
Just looking in the distance
To the morning sun's existence
Is announced to the world
Just watching all the joggers
And the burnt out party monsters
As their pupils dilate
And accept the fact that
Today
Has surely come
The night
Is not a fight that can be won
But something drives me crazy
Makes it hard to think
Feeling oh so lazy
Gotta lie
And just say that it’s all fine
Got a buzzing string
Doesn’t even mean a thing
Got a buzzing string
Doesn’t even mean a thing
Got a buzzing string
In the morning light
Got a buzzing string
In the morning light
Hear that buzzing string
Doesn’t even mean a thing
Hear that buzzing string
Doesn’t mean a thing
Hear that buzzing string
In the morning light
Hear that buzzing string
In the morning sun light
Check that buzzing
Doesn’t mean a thing to me
Check that buzzing in the morning light
It means all the things
Man come on
What the hell
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9. |
Sitting Around (The Apt)
03:10
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Sitting around
Just watching stuff
Wasting all my time
Don’t know why I can’t
Get enough
It’s such a drain on life
Wish I had more life
Sitting around
Just playing games
Why is it so fun
Just trying to hide from shame
Got too far to run
Why must I run
Sitting Around
Just drinking wine
Warming my insides
Wish I could have it
All the time
It would be so fine
Life would be fine
I would be so fine
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10. |
Song For Casy
02:16
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Going out to California
Yeah the bank stole our land
Going out to California
Oh it’ll be so grand
Gonna eat lots of peaches
And live in a little white house
Gonna get all the family there
And figure it all out
Going out to California
Gotta get us a truck
Going out to California
Hope it won’t get stuck
There’s many miles left to go
And money is tight
Gonna do all that we can
And hope it turns out right
Going out to California
Gotta hide from the law
Going out to California
Feeling bitter in my craw
How can anyone treat folk like that
It’s not way to be
Listen to my jaded preacher friend
Maybe he can help you see
Going out to California
Gotta bury our dead
Going out to California
Maybe some folk’ll wed
Been forced to walk this crooked road
By good ol’ society
Least we still have each other
In that way we’re still free
Free
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Small room
Dead sound
Wires
Laying around
Late Night
Screen Bright
Pounding
Ear drums so right
Stale Air
Can’t breathe
Working
Hard for the sieve
Doing what I can
That’s all there is
Don’t know how else to be
Trying my best
Not to drown
But the water feels good
Going down
Does it sound right
Can’t tell anymore
Need some help with letting go
The frequencies
Running through my brain
What is pleasure
What is pain
The emptiness
Is setting in
What’s the point
Of anything
Just gotta keep moving on
There always will be
More songs
Put the fear
Out of my chest
Maybe someday
I can rest
And find a little bit of solace
In completing something
That I have
Worked on for so long
And just letting it go
Knowing that it
Is out there for everything
Hearing that it is
Not inside my head anymore
And it’s pretty cool
And that’s alright
And that will help me get through the night
But so far it hasn’t
And that’s really kind of depressing
I wonder if there’s something that
I can find out there to make it
Feel so right to me
Make it feel alright to me
Then I can just look out there
And there and there and everywhere
And there might be something out there
Just making me forget
That I am just a compilation
Of these damned neurotic feelings
And the misinterpretations
Trying to parse the static and the noise
That comes through this little peephole
That opens everyday
But one day it won’t
And that will
Surely be okay
But until then
I am trying
To find a little something
That is inside myself
Because I know
It will not be external
It will just be something
That I find inside myself
I’ve read so much fucking shit about this
And yet I still don’t follow
A single piece of advice
I guess that is the story of my life
And just singing about everything
And putting it outside of me
And hopefully one day
I’ll just be empty
And then I can just read a book
Or stare at the ceiling
And nothing will even matter
And nothing will even matter
And then
Nothing
Setting up the bus
All receives and sends
Automating the
Rising and falling
Panning to the sides
Reverb to the rear
Hey can you tell me
If the space is clear
Clamping down the peaks
Make that body read
Just make sure to use
Only what you need
The mixdown
Of the sound
Too much too much
A little too much
Say goodbye to hibernation
And greet the bright bright sky
Warm embrace to intuition
And let out the big big sigh
Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
Dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah
Buh buda bum bum buh buda bum bum buh buda bum bum buh buda bum bum
Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do
Feeling
So light
It’s worth
All of the strife
It’s weird
I don’t know
Which direction
To go
All the same
I’m glad
Gave it
The best that I had
All that I had
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13. |
Sheep Unshorn
04:00
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All my dreams are dead and buried
But I keep moving on
Don’t know what the heck I’m doing
But I’m sure that it’s all wrong
Don’t know if I even like it
But it’s been going on for so long
Yeah all my dreams are dead and buried
Why do I keep moving on
It’s a little bit of light on a cloudy day
Helps to justify the price I pay
Well sometimes a soul’s just gotta play
And send the ego down the freeway
All my sides just are B-sides
Masquerading as A-sides
Don’t know why I’m even writing
Painting pictures from my minds eye
Don’t know why they come out so weird
But I need them to get by
Yeah all my sides just are B-sides
Masquerading as A-sides
A cozy little alcove in a windy storm
A chance to lay down a mind well worn
Well maybe I’ll just wail upon my horn
And act like the sheep who was never shorn
All my dreams are dead and buried
But I just keep moving on
Don’t know what the heck I’m doing
But I’m sure that it’s all wrong
Don’t know if I even like it
But it’s been going on for so long
Yeah all my dreams are dead and buried
Why do I keep moving on
Why do I keep moving on
Why do I keep moving on
That’s it
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Kyle Rogers New York
Kyle Rogers is a singer/songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, audio engineer, and co-founder of the art rock/post punk band Ruderals in NYC. He has quite a few solo albums, and also makes Experimental Electronic music as EpperSpor.
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Death of the Party Scene
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An album that I produced/engineered for my friend's band The Assassination Plot
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My EpperSpor persona's debut album, a strange instrumental electronic/experimental/avant garde/dungeon synth experience.
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My band Ruderals second album, NYC Art Rock/Post Punk.
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