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NO MUD IN JOYVILLE

by J.W. Schuller

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1.
Caterpillars 03:47
we fell in love when we were young and dumb and so overthrown the night was young but we were feeling old and so overgrown the birds and bees they brought us to our knees like some dizzy song and even though we didn't know the words we could hum along we were caterpillars who didn't know we could be butterflies the things that mattered aren't the things that matter to me anymore I want to grab my stupid younger self and pin him to the floor are we living or just making livings while the money goes? caught between our shallow tv screens in our own puppet show are we constellations adrift in space looking for shooting stars? caterpillars who didn't know we could be butterflies
2.
there'll be no traffic, there'll be no stops there'll be no robbers, there'll be no cops no politicians on the make they'll have your favorite kinds of cake and there'll be no mud in joyville when we go yes there'll be no mud in joyville don't you know there'll be no sickness, there'll be no shame we'll all get half an hour of fame there'll be no anger, there'll be no frowns there'll be no salesmen, there'll be no clowns woo hoo hoo! there'll be no addicts, there'll be no drugs perfect strangers will give us hugs every dog you ever knew will talk baseball with you there'll be no loudmouths, there'll be no lies there'll be no deer ticks, there'll be no flies all the armies on parade will fight to bring you lemonade woo hoo hoo! there'll be no bigots, there'll be no hate all your pictures will turn out great there'll be no earthquakes, there'll be no floods the Crips will play chess with the Bloods
3.
you can write about the magic in the trees or you can find the chill in an August breeze be the cure or beautifully describe the disease you can turn the petty into privilege you can grab the dynamite or build the bridge or satisfy your hunger from an empty fridge but don't bore us just get to the chorus and don't sing poor little me when it's poor little us you can skip the verse and get right to the hook or tell us all about the lovers you forsook or make deep observations from a shallow brook you can stand on stage and stick it to the Man you can grab a paycheck with the other hand or mistake the desert for a beach of sand you can try to write everything that's wrong you can turn it into number one hit songs if you can get the hipsters all to sing along they go "whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh" you can be the wilderness or be the voice you can live your fate just like it was a choice you can wail away or make a joyful noise they go "whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh" they go "woo hoo hoo hoo"
4.
you stood and took your vow while Cupid took a bow before God and everybody now three years came and went your halo's looking bent and Cupid's nose is bloody everybody cares everybody stares but nobody is there when you need them most this town can make you old you think January's cold? just wait until it's April you wore love on your sleeve his Adam to your Eve that turned to Cain and Abel everybody lies everybody tries but nobody can fly from the webs we weave the papers came to sign you scratched on every line before God and nobody
5.
every morning is a funeral to bury my head in the sand read the last rights to my reason eulogize my broken plans but I'll be reborn in the evening shrug the undertaker's gown get a refund for my casket but for now, dear, please just keep it down whisper in the morning time whisper in the morning darling if the dawn were late in coming I wouldn't get up before noon blare me with alarms and sirens I'll be sleeping with the moon you can tell me all you want to you can talk me up and down serve an earful with my coffee but in the morning please just keep it down whisper in the morning whisper that you love me whisper when the morning's round whisper in the morning shout it in the evening when my head no longer pounds in the cool light of the evening when the sun's beating is done and says her goodbye without leaving shoots the day down with a gun I'll pour my heart out on the table I'll shout it all over town I'll love you 'til I'm old and feeble but in the morning please just keep it down
6.
on the day I heard you were fading they came and marked our tree with a bright green poison ring where a hole in the ground would soon be they'll cut it down in the prime of life just like you'll always be to me and our street will never be the same I wish I had the words to capture all you meant to us your funny stories, bullshit glories and the artful way you'd cuss but all I've got is an empty heart and a mouthful of clichés they took the ash and buried you and our little world will never be the same
7.
I've got two lungs in this chest of mine I've got a heart that's beating down my time I've got two boots on the ground and a mind racing after the sound of the voices calling you and me in this la la land of the mostly free I've got a cranium packed with shotgun poems so watch yourself, don't get too close oh oh oh oh oh oh I've got a feeling that my feeling's gone I've got a voice that's yelling out this song I've got a ringing in my ears that's drowning out all the long gone years I've got two eyes locked on the here and now and I'm setting free all my sacred cows I'll let the sun shine on my face and the wind blow me to some better place I've got a central nervous system wired to the things that make me feel less tired I've got a six-string armed with lovesick prose so watch yourself, don't get too close

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The second record for Boulder, CO-based indie folk rocker J.W. Schuller.

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released January 7, 2018

Produced, recorded & mixed by Mark Stockert at Underwood Studios, Minneapolis. Additional engineering by Ian Nygaard. Mastered by Tom Garneau, AudioActive.

Joe McKenna: drums
Jeff Robertson: bass, backing vox
Paul Odegaard: trumpet
Mark Stockert: backing vox
Ian Nygaard: backing vox
J.W. Schuller: guitars, vox, bass, percussion, keyboard, marimba, mouth tuba, etc.

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J.W. Schuller Boulder, Colorado

Singer, guitar slinger and purveyor of quirky indie folk rock. Recently emigrated to Boulder from Minneapolis. Known to abuse my Guild acoustic mercilessly but also have a softer side. Currently performing as a duo with my charming, bearded nephew Jens Larsen on drums and backing vocals. Come see us, you hear? Cheers. ... more

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