Gospo Feel
01. Cannot Love You Enough
(Gospo Feel Version)
02. Birds Headin’ South
03. Fly My Kite
04. Lakehead
05. Hippopotamus Tag
06. Robe In Glory (Interlude)
07. Changes Made
08. Gospo Feel
09. So Alone (Gospo Feel Redux)
10. Lakehead (4-track Cassette Demo)
11. Gospo Feel (4-track Cassette Demo)
12. Birds Headin’ South
(4-track Cassette Demo)
13. A Wild Passionate Love Affair
Ella Records LA 2056 | released 2014 | download/Homemade CD
Recorded in 1993. Released 21-years later. A lost album of material, abandoned as a band in turmoil neared break-up.
downloads | iTunes
downloads | direct from artist via bandcamp (mp3/AAC/FLAC…)
Nobody Else Sounded Like This, And That Scared Us
The east coast tour in February ’93 would be our last together, ending with a harrowing drive through a nighttime blizzard in the Pocono Mountains and one hell of a yelling match the morning after at a snowed-in truck stop. We survived the weather, but the road would take its toll and make for some trying recordings sessions at The Terrarium in Minneapolis later in the year.
In the studio, self doubt plagued us as it became clear that the breadth of styles and the rapturous tone of our new music was not in synch with the era of post-punk and grunge. Nobody else sounded like this, and that scared us.
Fans will recognize a few of these songs from the versions we later recorded for 1994’s PARLEZ-VOUS FRANÇAIS? album. But most will be completely unfamiliar, unless you’d happened to catch a show in ’92 or ’93. In fact, even we had forgotten about them, until a spate of archival work for a deluxe version of PARLEZ-VOUS turned them up. Twenty-one years later our “lost sessions” finally see release.
Looking back, the tracks illuminate the unique musical vision of a band who’d spent years whipping audiences into a state of wonderment. Whether in the US or Canada or even the Virgin Islands (no blizzards there), we should have embraced our weirdness.
Album Credits | Lyrics
Willie Wisely: guitar, vocals
Peter Anderson: drums
James Voss: upright bass
Greg Wold: trombone
Recorded at The Terrarium
Engineered: Jason Orris, Zack Vex, Tommy Roberts
Written, produced, mixed & mastered by Willie Wisely (Wisely Publishers ASCAP) except
Tracks 4 & 10 Written by Written by Margaret A. Roche, Willie Wisely, Paul Edward Grubb (De Shufflin Inc c/o Tannen Music Companie, Wisely Publishers)
Cover Art by Jen from Milwaukee
℗ & © 2014.Ella Records
Lyrics
Cannot Love You Enough (Gospo Feel Version)
You could say you’re satisfied with the love I provide
And you could say I’ve given you a lot but then I might think you lie
It ain’t easy knowing my love fails coming through
Well I used to think that it was enough to just work my days away
But though I loved you all of the while it was something that I left unsaid
It ain’t easy knowing my love pales next to you
I cannot love you enough
I love you nearly
Half so much dearly as I should
I cannot love… you enough
It ain’t easy knowing my love fails coming through
Well I didn’t stop by to apologize ‘cause we’d mull it over way too long
Besides I’ll bet you that you’re going to hedge and come to forgive me if I start coming on real strong
It ain’t easy having lame excuses, and I’ve got a few
I cannot love you enough
I love you nearly
Half so much dearly as I should
I cannot love… you enough
I love you nearly
Half so much dearly as I should
I cannot love… you enough
Birds Headin’ South
Comes the time it’s getting cold
Buckeye would up and hit the road
Hunting grouse, hunting duck
Buck never had luck
Buckeye was a dad
He’d be one lousy dad to have
His boy Bo might come along
If he took him from his mom
Sure hunting for something
Sure shooting for something else
Ain’t bagged nuts today
The birds heading south
Raining off and on
Maybe Buckeye slipped and dropped his gun
They matched the powder burns
Bo had fallen in the ferns
Motives aren’t clear
An accident, an act of beer
Buck put the rifle to his mouth
While the birds are heading south
Sure hunting for something
Sure shooting for something else
Ain’t bagged nuts today
The birds heading south
Fly My Kite
You wear the shroud
You there in your thorny crown
For crying out loud
You’re so proud, can you turn it down
There’s something I know
Life can be just so
Unkind
Everyday I fly my kite
A dab will do you
Sip too much cross your heart to die
A dab will do you
Making love to a porcupine
There’s something I know
Life can be just so
Unkind
Everyday I fly my kite
I remember city days
We’d walk
I remember sticky days
We stuck
You bring a string
A twig can be a mighty helpful thing
With twine to unwind
You’ll be flying high in minutes time
There’s something I feel
Life is so unreal
Oh so unkind
Everyday I fly my kite
You bring a string
A branch can be a mighty helpful thing
With twine to unwind
You’ll be making love in three-quarter time
There’s something I know
Life can be just so
Unkind
Everyday I fly my kite…
Lakehead
Don’t you go to Lakehead
I know it’s hard to forget
In my opinion
You’re best off not to go back
Well I may always love you
Oh but that’s not the point
We boys all sat at Lakehead
Since seven summers ago
We’d talk about young ladies
And our lonesome old souls
Well Grubber got Liz
And Willy got Leigh
Michael is gone now
I was hoping you’d a take me
If I return could I learn to love you
When I go back can I look forward to giving you
With the most of my soul and my heart full of woe
All words of joy with your love i’d behold, behold
We’d all go out to drinking
We’d get all heinous and slammed
Towards two in the morning
Go to the point for swim
Well we’d rip off our clothes
And wish eachother were girls
Though were flustered and lonely
We were at peace in this world
Then one night at Lakehead
I saw your silhouette so stil
I don’t believe in no moonbeams
But shit that fucker was so full
Well you came without asking
So we two disappeared
Your love was so wealthy
I felt I’d lived past my years
If I return could I learn to love you
When I go back can I look forward to giving you
With the most of my soul and my heart full of woe
All words of joy with your love i’d behold
Taking you with with me through all thick and thin
Grabbing you head and pulling you in, you’re in
Don’t you go to Lakehead
These days it’s litterred with glass
In my opinoin you’re best off
Just to forget the past
Well I may always love you
But that’s not the point
But should you go to Lakehead
I mean by chance you go to Lakehead
Girl, just tap on my back
Tap on my back
Hippopotamus Tag
The Jones’ across the street
Had eleven kids at least
And every night they each got whupped
Their sinful ways forsook
Their dinning room was hung
With starving Cambodians
You’d better finish up every scrap
Like a good Catholic
It made me want to yack
All run free playing hipopotamus tag, your tagged
And we’d kick the can, catch me if you can, and you’re tagged, you’re tagged
Meet me in the park a wee after dark
And we ran
Our moms had all coerced
So at supper time the gang dispersed
You wouldn’t dare to come home late
Cold asparagus would set you straight
Each house had a dinner call
A whistle, yell, a bell, or a triangle
But my horn sounded like it passed gases
Or maybe just squirted molasses
How it embarrasses
All run free playing hipopotamus tag, your tagged
And we’d ruin the lawn in the name of the game, and you’re tagged, you’re tagged
Meet me in the park a wee after dark
And we ran
Fred’s ma and pa divorced
They’d been in and out of psycho wards
I’d go over though I wasn’t allowed
He’d play Ted Nugent really, really, really loud
So Fred made me a deal
His rock collection for my training wheels
Our hearts were solemnly crossed
That I could ride my bike two blocks
But I wiped out in the rocks
All run free playing hipopotamus tag, your tagged
And we’d lean back hard on our sissy bars, and you’re tagged, you’re tagged
And we’ll pee in the park a wee after dark
And we ran…
And we’d keep score till we could count no more
And we ran
Robe In Glory (Interlude)
I’m gonna put on this robe in glory hallelujah
I’m going home to tell
I’m gonna put on this robe in glory hallelujah
Let’s go home to tell my story
Changes Made
There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
Me and my best friends
Are going to see our favorite band
The crowd is reeling
On down at Union Hall
If tonight’s like any other
We’ll spare the details from our mother
But tonight, maybe tonight
A different breeze begs to blow
There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
How else am I going to break those chains
You’d better get your gears engaged
We’ll be dropping from the rafters
A real natural disaster
We’ll be smashing chairs on tables
Trashing anything fell our way
If tonight gets kind of crazy
I’ll be slipping it to my old lady
And I’ll be nose down in the saw dust
When the breeze starts to blow
There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
How else am I going to break those chains
You’d better get your gears engaged
There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
How else am I going to break those chains
You’d better get your gears engaged
There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
I know it may seem strange
There’ll be some changes made
How else am I going to break those chains
You’d better get your ass in gear
Gospo Feel
A vacant lot
The tent goes up
The poster shouts
You saints and you moaners come gather your kindred and go
They’re filing in
They’re falling out
The preacher grins
Cecil Biumphrey will lead us to Zion again
You go to God
You speak in tongues
Ya’ll getting real
In shanty town
You’re lost, you’ve found
The gospo feel
The organ pumps
The thunder thumps
Of pending doom
Sister will sing jubilee if you’re all clapping hands
The clouds descend
The flaps blow in
The preacher grins
A stranger appears at the rear and he’s here and he’s gone
You go to God
You speak in tongues
Ya’ll getting real
In shanty town
You’re lost, you’ve found
The gospo feel
So Alone (Gospo Feel Redux)
Don’t rumple, bump, or phase
Don’t bother, brush, or gaze at me
So alone
I want to be alone
I spoke with such a nerve
Out loud without reserve
A drink or two towards proud
I heard it hush the crowd
So alone
I want to be alone
As friends began to leave
My apologies turned to plees
I wished I were a fly
But these walls were much too white
So all alone
I want to be alone
Don’t rumple, bump, or phase
Don’t bother, brush, or gaze at me
So all alone, so alone
So alone, well I got to be alone
So alone, I got to be alone
I want to be alone
Lakehead (4-track Cassette Demo)
Don’t you go to Lakehead
I know it’s hard to forget
In my opinion
You’re best off not to go back
Well I may always love you
Oh but that’s not the point
We boys all sat at Lakehead
Since seven summers ago
We’d talk about young ladies
And our lonesome old souls
Well Grubber got Liz
And Willy got Leigh
Michael is gone now
I was hoping you’d a take me
If I return could I learn to love you
When I go back can I look forward to giving you
With the most of my soul and my heart full of woe
All words of joy with your love i’d behold, behold
We’d all go out to drinking
We’d get all heinous and slammed
Towards two in the morning
Go to the point for swim
Well we’d rip off our clothes
And wish eachother were girls
Though were flustered and lonely
We were at peace in this world
Then one night at Lakehead
I saw your silhouette so stil
I don’t believe in no moonbeams
But shit that fucker was so full
Well you came without asking
So we two disappeared
Your love was so wealthy
I felt I’d lived past my years
If I return could I learn to love you
When I go back can I look forward to giving you
With the most of my soul and my heart full of woe
All words of joy with your love i’d behold
Taking you with with me through all thick and thin
Grabbing you head and pulling you in, you’re in
Don’t you go to Lakehead
These days it’s litterred with glass
In my opinoin you’re best off
Just to forget the past
Well I may always love you
But that’s not the point
But should you go to Lakehead
I mean by chance you go to Lakehead
Girl, just tap on my back
Tap on my back
Gospo Feel (4-track Cassette Demo)
A vacant lot
The tent goes up
The poster shouts
You saints and you moaners come gather your kindred and go
They’re filing in
They’re falling out
The preacher grins
Cecil Biumphrey will lead us to Zion again
You go to God
You speak in tongues
Ya’ll getting real
In shanty town
You’re lost, you’ve found
The gospo feel
The organ pumps
The thunder thumps
Of pending doom
Sister will sing jubilee if you’re all clapping hands
The clouds descend
The flaps blow in
The preacher grins
A stranger appears at the rear and he’s here and he’s gone
You go to God
You speak in tongues
Ya’ll getting real
In shanty town
You’re lost, you’ve found
The gospo feel
Birds Headin’ South (4-track Cassette Demo)
Buckeye my old friend
We’d hit the road for the weekend
Hunting grouse, hunting duck
Buck never had luck
Buckeye was a dad
He’d be a lousy dad to have
His boy Bo might come along
If we took him from his mom
Sure hunting for something
Sure shooting for something else
Ain’t bagged but nuts today
A man’s down on his luck
Raining off and on
Buckeye slips and drops his gun
The rifle fires and Bo is felled
I run to call for help
I rand so hard I lost my way
I hear a shot from where I came
Buck shot himself through the head
Now the two of them are dead
Sure hunting for something
Sure shooting for something else
Ain’t bagged nuts today
A man’s down on his luck
Sure hunting for something
Sure shooting for something else
Ain’t bagged nuts today
A man’s down on his luck…