Let's Go

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The Jimbira is an instrument created by Alex Freedom. It takes inspiration from both the Zimbabwean mbira and the teachings of drum sage Jim Doble, whom Freedom and Wyatt Bertz visited in September 2015.

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released November 13, 2015

Music by Teeth People
Words by Colin Keane
Produced by Wyatt Bertz

Thank you Andy Eckstein and Z Force

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Track Name: Jimbira Op. 2
(instrumental)
Track Name: French Entrance
Trying to find a French entrance before the break of day
Scoffed out of school for quoting Jean Genet
But you’re off to go and play with Papa Hemingway anyway

You’re chided at your home
You’re hiding all alone
That homophobe on the phone’s a dick—
He can lickity spit on my snow cone like a sick kid

“This restlessness is really eating me…
Why can’t I take a boy to breakfast?
We’d make a grand French entrance!”
They say "No!"
I say "Yeah"

Fiending for a French exit before you’re 28
You think that dying young is cool
Young lion, that’s so passé

I think you’ll be a brick at 205
You’ll be kicking, whether dead or alive
They’ll build a statue or a temple one day
To commemorate your win at the tollbooth rodeo

“This restlessness is really eating me…
Why can’t I take a boy to breakfast?
We’d make a grand French entrance!”

“This restlessness is really eating me….
Why can’t I take a guy to breakfast
And make my French entrance?”
They say, "No!"
I say "Yeah"
Track Name: Poetry is Dead
She’s her own female
That’s why I like her
I like her a lot

She don’t know that she’s her own female
She’s her own female and she don’t know
That’s why I like her a lot

I caught a cab to the café to play the charming young man
That’s when she told me:

“Tie me up and cuff me to the window. You know how I like the riptide... You know I like to ride a wave so slowly as the ocean patrol be rolling by...”

Dirty Girl!
I’m on the run—got to get in and get out
You say you won’t be much fun tonight, but I doubt it
I doubt it a lot

Dirty dirty girl,
You know that I’m on the run
You say you won’t be much fun tonight, but I doubt it

Plus, poetry is dead
I’ve got to find something to get into…

Dirty Girl!
I’m on the run—got to get in and get out
You say you won’t be much fun tonight, but I doubt it
I doubt it a lot

Dirty dirty girl,
You know that I’m on the run
You say you won’t be much fun tonight, but I doubt it

Plus, poetry is dead
I’ve got to find something to get into…



“It’s the little things,” you said, those little things that keep me out your bed... But why can’t I play the hero to make you mine again?

Do you remember when I used to think of you as my other half?
Then you went and called me your “summer lover”

I really used to think of you as my other half, until you went and called me your summer lover

“It’s the little things,” you said, those little things that keep me out your bed... You keep calling me a zero
But I don’t mind, my friend
Won’t call you mine again

I used to think of you as my other half
Then you went and called me your summer lover

I really used to think of you as my other half, until you went and called me your summer lover

Poetry is dead, my friend
I’ve got to find something to get into...
Track Name: Greenwood Cemetery
I don’t wanna work no more
I’d rather kick it on the corner
I’d rather sit on the corner near the grocery store

I don’t wanna work any harder
For a hard earned penny
I’d rather steal plenty from the grocery store

I’m so tired of being young
And feeling done
That’s no fun
I think I’m gonna do it now

Annie ate my piggy bank but I still saved
A shovel for the digging of my Greenwood grave
Wyatt, don’t keep quiet—there’s a story to tell
About the empty seat in heaven and the glory in hello

I don’t wanna live no more
Unless I’m living my way
I’d rather lie on the highway than write your lore

I don’t wanna work any harder
For a hard earned penny
I’d rather eat confetti than be a bore

I’m so tired of being young
And feeling done
That’s no fun
I think I'm gonna do it now

Annie ate my piggy bank but I still saved
A shovel for the digging of my Greenwood grave
Freedom don’t mislead ‘em from my story to tell:
The empty seat in heaven, the glory in hello!

Annie ate my piggy bank but I still saved
A shovel for the digging of my Greenwood grave
Diesel take your easel, make a picture to sell
Illegally from Kevin, the glory in hello
Track Name: Smash The Televisions
Smash the televisions
Smash them all to smithereens
Nothing kills ambition like tuning out reality

Smash the televisions
Educate the youth
Make them all smarter than you
Make them aware of the truth
There's nothing but liars and liars on your TV

Lying on your couch
Bulldog on your rug
Eyes wide open in an empty mug

Open up a book, read a couple pages
Get to the third one, get frustrated

You're picking up your clicker
You're information's quicker
Wait for the punch line
Wait for the kicker

Look whose back from Louisville, yielding me a slug!
Here to kick your rug and your mug in,
Then smash the liars and liars on your TV screen!

Smash the televisions
Smash them all to smithereens
Nothing kills ambition like tuning out reality

Smash the televisions
Educate the youth
Make them all smarter than you
Make them aware of the truth