The Tree Surgeon

The Tree Surgeon (New Version)

An early take on a new song, the first I’ve written in five years. Accompanied by a bit of nonimation.

The Cal Sag

calsagtrailIf you need me
I’ll be selling life insurance at the porn shop
I’ll be buying fake drugs from a bad cop
I’ll be waiting for other shoe to drop
at the sock hop

If you need me, yeah if you need me
If you need me, then I need you

But if you’re leaving
You can pack up all your memories in your pink bag
Forget them as you dump them into the Cal Sag
Tell me exactly when I became a drag
with your Red Flag

Robert Emmett Get It Together (2010)

If you’re leaving, yeah, get out if you’re leaving
If you’re leaving, I’m leaving too

So if you need me
When you’re cleaning your old corners with some new mop
and you’re sipping on a cool drink with your hot cop
and you’re looking for a way just to make it stop
Go out on top

If you’re leaving, yeah if you’re leaving
If you’re leaving, I’ll leave with you

© Robert Emmett McWhorter/
Published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)

Dry


Robert Emmett Fling CD 2006After it rains
Im finding my way
To who I was
When it was dry
After it rains
Ill go outside

After tonight
Its starting again
To who were are
When there is light
After tonight
I’m going dry

Can you ever feel like it’s raining everywhere?
Can you fell it in the air?

What’s wrong with you?
What’s wrong with me?
What’s wrong with everything?

After it rains
Im finding my things
And getting out
While I’m Alive
I’ll try to live
I’ll go outside

After the night
We shouted it out
To who we are
When we are not
After that night
It wouldn’t dry.

© Robert Emmett McWhorter/ 
published by Hermetic Medical Records (ASCAP)
all rights reserved

The Invisible Girl

Robert Emmett ‘Invisible Girl’ demo 2009

I must admit I could not see you
At first you took me by surprise
I wasn’t look as silently as you snuck in
A shadow hiding behind a shy smile

I can’t believe I didn’t see you
Each word was pointing at a star
It didn’t matter as much as the order
After the facts all fall down
and pointing us right back where we are

And I saw you
And I’ll see you
And I see you now

It’s Funny to think, how everything is like paper and ink
Or dots on the screen when they’re close enough to be seen
it’s just red blue and green
and miles and miles of emptiness in between

You wouldn’t let anybody see you
You don’t accept add requests from bands
I pinged your packets and said
I just came back to get my jacket
the puppets fell right out of your hand.

© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)

The Waiting Life

Labrador Dali ‘Possum House CD’

 

And I don’t get how you get by
You’ve closed your eyes
You’re so surprised
when you wake up every day,
and it’s not yesterday again
And if you paint the windows black
the sunlight cant attack you anymore

And you don’t get what you gave up
You keep your home
like a waiting room
And freedoms just another word
for crippled by your fear
So turn up the TV set
and watch them ringing in
another New Year.

How can you say it’s the end?
When it never even really began
And their calling your name
but you pretend you can’t hear
You’re only as real as you feel,
and you don’t have to feel a thing.

You don’t have to feel a thing.
You don’t have to say a word.
You don’t have to think at all.
You don’t have to sign your name,
or tell them who you are,
or even if…

You have no right to do no wrong
Don’t sing along with my mistakes
If that’s what it takes to
shut you up and move along
There’s only one more verse to rehearse
before you can quit the band.

How can you say it’s the end?
When it never even really began
And their calling your name
but you pretend you can’t hear
You’re only as real as you feel

You don’t feel anything at all…

© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)

Jalapeño Bridge


        Labrador 03.10.08 Elbo Room
Space is nothing,
when youve nothing left to face
I cant take what
we pass off as boredom

Standing before you
But after the laughter
is the crying shame
Another game we gotta play

A secret for two is a story
And our story’s all over the world
You can do anything

Feeling nothing,greenguywhen you’ve nothing left to give
I cant think of anything
to say to you

Standing before me
But after hours the powers
too strong to shake
Another cake we gotta eat

You can do anything

© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)

Mr. Argyle Sock

Thunk  ‘Melodious Thunk’ CD 1995

Mr. Argyle Sock,
Sits on his rock,
wreaking of rum
And Catholics.

Houses fall down
When he comes around,
He stands alone
In the windowframe.

With his finger in a dyke,
At the open mic,
The leaks come
Squeaking to a halt.

But if you can’t find it,
You’ll be reminded,
That it’s absolutely
Not his fault.

argyleWhen you’re only
Entertaining a thought,
But the thoughts gets bored
And move away.

They’re probably
In his head now,
Having the time
Of their lives.

Mr. Argyle Sock
Picking your pocket
Funding your
cash/ weight-loss diet

Riding his bike,
Looking just like…

If he was for sale
You’d buy it.

If you could afford him,
You’d buy it.

© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)

Desert Still Life


  Labrador Dali ‘Exile on Myspace’ CD 2008

We’ve run out of road
And we’ve run out of night
We can keep on driving
But we cant get anywhere
The sunlight’s going to catch us eventually
But for a little while
Weren’t we almost free?

There was a moment there
So remember today
There was a moment there
Then it got away

And back by the camp
The tapers sleepwalking
They’re waking and bacon in room eight
They’re changing the guard out on the porch
With the turtle beer
And that bread they break

And there was a moment there
When I thought you would stay
There was a moment there
But it got away


© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)

Snakepig


Mosquitohead ‘Biddy Mulligans’ 12.03.93It’s creepy,
It’s crawling on your wall.
And spanning your space,
To get in your face,
It’s a snakepig.

It walks up your alleys
At half speed.
It’s breathing your air,
Before you can get it,
It’s a snakepig.

Slither down ’til I have no more
Left to give.

It’s sleeping on slivers
In the back.
It’s dreaming your nickels,
Spit-shine your disease,
It’s a snakepig.

It thinks up all the thinking
Beforehand.
It’s drinking your dreams,
To spit them in your face,
It’s a snakepig.

Put it together,
What ever way you can.
Check it with the Weather Man,
See whether or not you can.

Slither down ’til I have no more
Left to give.

It’s a snakepig.

© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)

Another Band to Follow


      Labrador Dali ‘Possum House’ CD 2010

Just buy a shirt
And no one here gets hurt,
But danger’s where you flirt
If you don’t have exact change.

Here’s our CD
The first one’s always free,
But make sure you talk to me
When you get itchy

Maybe she turned
The day she finally learned
That the inside
was all vacuous and hollow
She might have got a life
Or she might be someones wife
Or she might have found
Another band to follow.

She didn’t mind
When she had to stand in line
After wasting so much time
In empty bar rooms.

Winter turned to summer
We broke another drummer
But everything’s a bummer
Now that you don’t come around.

Maybe the scene
Isn’t what it’s always been,
I might have said some things
She couldn’t swallow.
Maybe she went clean
And joined with the machine,
or she might have found
Another band to follow.

Here’s our new tape
We call it the re-rape
It’s a remix of the disc
We sold you last verse.

Just sign here
For your sound man and your beer
And if the credit card clears
You’ll get an hour.

Down the bathroom stairs
For nefarious affairs
Maybe we forgot her in Ohio
Or maybe it’s too late,
She gave up and went straight
Or she might have found
Another band to follow.

© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)

Spiro Agnew

          Thunk ‘Thunklife’ CD 2001
Spiro Agnew stepping off a boat,
He doesn’t have to float,
They’ve got him on an avenue,

Summer blue wasted in the hours,
Shaking in the trees,
Take them where they never want to be.

And the days come and nights fall,
But nothing’s really happening at all

I’m not hanging on for this world,
I’m not hanging on for this one.

Always have a hard time getting in,
I’m not pure of sin,
We’ve all got our residue.

Summers gone twisting in the trees,
Or shaking in the breeze,
Thinking what you never want to think.

And you’re waiting on a phone call,
But it never rings,
It never rings at all.

I’m not hanging on for this world,
I’m not hanging on for this one.

Spiro Agnew stepping off a plane,
He wont go back again,
He wont ask for a reference.

And the days come and nights fall,
But nothings really happening at all.

I’m not hanging on for this world,
I’m not hanging on for this one.

Hang on, hang on.


© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)
circa 1992

The Trudge

Labrador Dali ‘Exile on Myspace’ 2008Here I go,
I got my chip on tight
And my head down low
There’s no reason to bustle in this town
There’s nowhere to go

Its all gears and springs
We’re tugged around on puppet strings
And the man squats over us
casts his shadow down on everything

But I’m not going down again
I’m not going down again
Not again

So here I am again
Underneath the table with Frank Of Oregon
Wish I was at home with Squeaky
And my Three Essential Pens

This towns a hole
They built it on a basin
inside a toilet bowl
I let my headwound do the talking
And just threw my hot dog into the snow

Im not going down again

© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)
(circa 2007)