Twirling Like a Hurricane

by Louder Than Dirt

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1.
Don’t you look at me that way John Dillinger I’ve seen you smiling stretched out on the street Well you really gave ‘em hell gave it to a lot of men Now they’ve all come back to pick your body clean CHO: No no there ain’t no easy way to go No no there ain’t no easy way to go No no there ain’t no easy way to go But when I’m gone I won’t be round no more I’ve spent a lifetime chained down in the cave I’ve spent a lifetime on death row Where the dead all drop like lead while all the living weep and wail Where there really ain’t no easy way to go No no &c. So stop your silly grinning now John Dillinger You think you are the master of the game Well you were the biggest member of the ten most wanted list But now you’ve shrunk right down into your name No no &c.
2.
Auditory Man 03:22
I am an auditory man I do not understand the optical machine I am not present in the scene of being seen I am an auditory man I am a listening device I hear what you’re saying you don’t have to tell me twice I name the numbers from the rattle of the dice I am a listening device Oh but I am one for whom all sounds make sense Sizzle of a steak and the rattle of the bones Grandfather clocks tell tolling out like Big Bens Ringing chime of power saws and diesel on the roll Distant howl of hounds who answer sirens on patrol I cannot she what dress she wore I can’t even see the flowers hanging in the trees Facial expressions to deny or to displease I cannot see what dress she wore Oh I am one for whom all sounds make sense Big hall hollers and the noble saxophone High bird callers and the voice that calls me home I am an auditory man I love you talking dirty on the telephone I love to hear my baby make delicious moan I am an auditory man
3.
Adagio 00:09
4.
Stupid Song 01:29
Stupid feeling stupid song Stupid singer stupid song I got no feeling in my tongue This is the worst song ever sung Stupid feeling stupid song Stupid singer stupid song I got no feeling in my brain Not smart enough to go insane Stupid feeling stupid song Stupid singer stupid song Stupid song stupid song Stupid song stupid song
5.
Gigue 00:06
6.
Up in Atlanta stands a stunted pine tree next to Briarcliff Road But upon the pine wisteria all riotously grows Its flowers clustered like the grape but hanging empty hanging dry As the wisteria flourishes the Georgia pine tree dies And right up to the ruined KFC all gutted once with fire Through the pine and the wisteria runs electrical wire And a mockingbird alight upon that Georgia Power line Flings his soul abroad in strains of unpremeditated rhyme You people cherish every failure you think each sin makes you more human See yourself see yourself No joy no sorrow yeah but only naked triumph tells me that The little bird fancies himself an aristocrat He looks so strong he looks so dapper in his uniform of grey And it was given me to translate what I heard the singer say You love your jim crow republic you love your rotten old lost cause Your wretched oaths and hateful contracts your filthy bills of sale See yourself see yourself The cars swerve by they’re all sealed up they neither hear nor do they see The pine tree or the singer or the ruined KFC Or how you’ve got to kill the past before the future can arrive Or how all smothered up in beauty Georgia pine tree struggles to survive
7.
Nightingale 03:30
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Tarantella 00:20
9.
Hey Jo I pressed you a twenty in your hand Hey Jo I just pressed you a twenty in your hand You know that’s legal and it’s tender everywhere across the land Hey Jo take that pipe out of your mouth Hey Jo take that stump of a pipe out of your mouth You better pass it on around Jo baby before you’re all run out Jo’s got echolocation always knows where you are Telescopical vision Jo can see from afar Jo can pick every lock always get you inside Keep a truck in the lane make a lane nine miles wide Hey Jo don’t forget to bring the snacks Once you let go a twenty you can bet it ain’t never coming back There goes Jo searching all the pastures all around There goes Jo searching all the pastures all around He's never satisfied until all the fungus be found Hey Jo Where you going with that fungus in your hand There goes Jo there goes Jo Taking all the the fungus in the land Hey Jo There goes Jo . . .

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released August 29, 2013

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Louder Than Dirt Atlanta, Georgia

Heavy Soul and Rock'n'Roll
Atlanta rockers Louder than Dirt are a beer drinkin', hard rockin', fun-time-havin' band of misfits from the dirty south.

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