BONUS Live Music Mixtape #5
Oh, I'll play your song.
We'll debut a song of mine that hasn't been... Can I handle it?
Yeah, sure you can.
It's like a Jimmy Reed song.
Except there's one little thing.
Yeah, you can play the fills.
You'd be the second guy.
A. It's A?
Yeah.
Sometimes you need a little something Then you need a little something more Nothing you can buy at your five and dime Or your local convenience store You got a itching for it You got a itching for it, boy
You got itching for something Itching you just can't scratch Might be a little bit of moonshine Might be a little railroad gin Might be a little bit of China White Or for the road that just come in You got itching for it
You got an itching for it You got an itching for something boy Itching you just can't scratch
Sometimes you do a little evil, and you call your backdoor friend.
Every time her husband's slipping out, you go sliding in, you got a itching for it.
Yes, you got a itching for you.
Man, you got a itching for something, child.
Man, you just can't scratch it.
Scratch one now for me.
No.
Well, it might be a little piece of candy.
Might be a little piece of cake.
When your nose is open and your mouth go dry, there's only so much you can take.
You got an itching for it.
Yeah, it's an itching for it.
You got an itching for it.
Just can't scratch.
Yeah, sometimes life is like a card game.
And we gamble from day to day.
Sometimes you hold a spinning hand, but you ain't got no dough left to play.
You got an itching for it.
You got an itching for it.
You got a itching for something, boy.
You just can't scratch it.
You got a itching for it.
You got a itching for it.
You got a... You got a...
You got it.
I'm never gonna be the handyman around the house my father was So don't be asking me to hang a curtain rail for you because
Now screwdriver business just gets me confused It takes me half an hour to change a fuse And when I flick the switch the lights all blue I'm not your handyman
Don't be expecting me to put up shelves or build a garden shed.
But I can write a song that tells the world How much I love you instead I'm not any good at pottery So let's lose a T and just shift back the E And I'll find a way to make my poetry Build a roof over our heads See what I did there?
It's big
I know it looks like I'm just sat here reading the paper But these ideas I'll turn to gold dust later Cause I'm a writer, not a decorator I'm not your handyman, yeah
He had a reason to give back to late Charles.
He used to talk about it.
He just called it on.
He always said Louisiana was where he felt at home He was born in Nacogdoches That's in East Texas Not far from the border
But he liked to tell everybody he was from Lake Charles.
Did an angel whisper in your ear and hold you close and take away your fear?
In those long last moments.
We used to drive through Lafayette and Baton Rouge.
In the yellow camino, listen to howling wolf.
He liked to stop in Lake Charles, cause that's the place he loved.
Did you run about as far as you could go?
Down the Louisiana highway, across Lake Pontchartrain,
Now your soul isn't like Charles No matter what they say Did an angel whisper in your ear And hold you close And take away your fear
In those long last moments Did an angel whisper in your ear And hold you close and take away your fear
In those long last moments In those long last moments
You are the hole in my head I am the pain in your neck You are the lump in my throat I am
On the tip of your tongue We are tangled We are stolen We are living where things are hidden You are Something in my eye I am The shiver down your spine And you are The lick of my lips I am
On the tip of your tongue We are tangled, we are stolen We are buried up to our necks in sand We are luck, we are fate
We are the feeling you get in the golden state We are love, we are hate We are the feeling I get when you walk away Walk away
You are the dream in my nightmare.
I am that falling sensation.
You are my needles, the pins I am.
Your hang of the morning We are tangled We are stolen We are living where things are hidden We are luck We are fate We are the feeling you get in the golden state We are love
We are hate.
We are the feeling I get when you walk away.
Walk away.
Walk away.
You are the hole in my head I am the pain in your neck You are the lump in my throat I am the aching in your heart
I feel you rise upon me How should I activate To feel so unsure always Give up on now, keep on this way
The silence taps my elbow.
It's good, at least that's what she said.
I could run, but I'd stand and greet it.
Voldem won't stop as long as I'm defeated.
The world drips down like gravy.
The thoughts of love so hazy.
Everyone's ideal of fun.
Try and wake up Try and break it open It's not quite the right feeling I'll just keep on hoping guitar solo
The girls smile, say hello, and darkness drags me back home.
It's hard to face it, still waiting, still alone.
The world dips down like gravy, thoughts of love so hazy, everyone's idea of fun.
Try and wake up Try and break it open It's not quite the right feeling I'll just keep on hoping The world dips down like gravy Thoughts of love so hazy Everyone's ideal of fun We're a portion
Thank you.
it's all a matter of soul and fire infatuation of the true desire the thrill of discovery divine intervention cruel cruel change and the pain of rejection
And when you walk away, think of all the joy we share If you decide you need me, I'll be wondering if I care
Not there to soothe your soul Friend to tender friend I think our love is coming to an end
King Persuader Congratulations You share her heart You bought her soul Princess Confusion Come to me again Saying goodbye
was so much fun when you walk away think of all the joy we share when you walk away feel the freedom in your heart
There's joy in letting go You're free to find the love apart Cause when I lose control I need a kind, forgiving friend But I think our love is coming to an end
I know all love is coming to an end.
Sunset on Snohomish Burn the tree line down Hold my hopes underwater Stand there and watch them drown Fishing out their bodies From the bathroom sink Leave them in a bucket
Until they start to stink I think I'll stay here Until I feel home again I don't know when
Trout swim past the fishing line.
Sky gets dark and close.
Cars start up and make their nightly exodus.
On a picnic bench alone.
I watch the lake go dark Dig my nails into my hands Hope it leaves a mark I think I'll stay here Until I feel home again I don't know when
you
Let's go to the fillet.
Now there's a little town around here that huddled down that crack.
Well.
Tee-too-doo.
Now there's a little town around here that had a dam that cracked Flooded and washed the high school into the river The local chiropractor came to have predicted it Is it the proofs in the backs that I straightened
But there's a fiddler who plays While the bakaloo train Steams a steely scream Into the underground A trance less serene He can hear himself dream But there's always a moment in between
There's always a moment when somebody's listening to you.
Now there's a million to one chance that everything will be fine.
There won't be any fuck-ups or problems this time.
So get back on the bus and stay focused on us.
There's black earth and champagne and a waterbed if you
Forget it, man.
What happened?
I'm not playing it right.
That sounded so good.
You wanna try it again?
I'm just fucking it up.
Give me another chance at it.
One more chance.
I thought it sounded great.
I was into it.
Can I take another try now?
Of course.
Do you think so?
I think so.
Don't be too hard on yourself.
See, that's the guitar.
All I'm thinking about is, are you fucking up?
If someone else was playing guitar and I was singing, I wouldn't be thinking.
Okay, here we go.
One, two.
Now there's a little town around here That had a dam that cracked Flooded and washed the high school into the river
The local chiropractor came to have predicted it He said the proof's in the back that I straightened
But there's a fiddler who plays while the bakaloo train Steams a steely screen into the underground Trance less serene, he can hear himself dream But there's always a moment in between
There's always a moment when somebody's listening Now there's a million to one chance
But everything will be fine There won't be any fuck-ups or problems this time So get back on the bus and stay focused on us There's black girls and champagne in the water better if you're new
Now there's a fiddler who plays while the baker on a loot train.
Steams a steady scream into the underground.
The trance left serene.
He can hear himself dream.
But there's always a moment in between There's always a moment in between There's always a moment in between
always a second when somebody's listening
I guess we should take a Marc Maron request.
You're a major Tenacious D fan.
You don't know any of our songs.
What I would like you to do... This is just to make you uncomfortable.
Any song you want.
Can you name one?
What I would like you to do is to play the song that you're the most fucking excited about writing this record.
Oh.
Hey.
Like the one where you wrote it and you're like, oh, fuck yes.
Yeah.
Well, um...
Dude, I think we should do, oh, should we go there?
All right.
She's 39, but she still looks young.
Not very young, but a lot of fun.
She's my 39 lady in the sun.
I'm 49, I'm drinking white wine In the sun, it's a lot of fun Drinking Mai Tais, kicking back with my flip-flops on I'm wearing socks and my toe is tight
I think about her every day and night 39 year old lady she look pretty good to me
Chardonnay in the setting sun.
She's 39, but she's number one.
Get the apartment just right.
She call me over tonight.
I like it because I don't feel scared.
She's 39.
I'm in my underwear.
Here she comes, she's coming down the hallway She's knocking on my door I open the door
There she is.
Thirty-nine-year-old lady, young enough for me.
She's scooby-doobin' but she's good enough for me.
Much you're a woman, she my lady.
She ain't gonna be messing around with no one a guy.
She's mine.
She's my special lady.
Special lady.
We can see a fucking movie and agree.
It's a total piece of shit.
Comfortable shoes Never lose We can fucking talk about some things She don't need no diamond rings She don't need no
Diamond rice.
Is it my maker?
Am I the breaker?
Has it come too soon?
Am I to follow when life gets hollow by some impending doom?
It makes me ache right now That the love of her life gets lost somehow And his colors fade in the rain He goes down to the river again And wants to see A note down to the sea
Stop the chair, you'll be there
Well, some might be trouble with life at the double, part of being you.
Some say it's hazier, just get lazy, some know
It's a pattern of life that is a loving vow That only man has power to ordain Every soul that comes in from the rain And wants to see, find someone
Open up until he's wildest dream to that point.
That's it all before that water gets it through the floor of a pond.
Takes your soul and rides off bed with her.
Never finding it, never really returning.
Just find that art you're really yearning for.
What you want to dream.
Seems that your life's a scheme.
I don't even seem to ever be a part of what can we all be.
Take it day by day Take it anyway Whatever you may You'll see it in a river
Let's do a roll, roll, roll.
How about that?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay.
You go ahead.
B-flat.
B-flat or B-flat?
B-flat.
Okay.
This is Guitar Junior.
The great Guitar Junior.
This is Guitar Junior.
We're gonna cheer up the living, gonna wake up the dead Midnight girl, we're gonna paint this town red We're gonna roll, we're gonna roll Roll, roll all night long We're gonna pull back the road, we're gonna kick up the floor Midnight girl, we're gonna boogie some more
Oh, roll all night long, play man.
Let's roll, baby.
Here goes that.
Thank you.
We're gonna book it fast, we're gonna book it slow, midnight girl, we're gonna book it some more, we're gonna roll, we're gonna roll, roll baby, roll long, not long, let's
We're gonna roll, pretty baby Roll all night long