Viva Wisconsin

Good feeling
Won't you stay with me just a little longer
It always seems like your leaving
When i need you here just a little longer
Dear lady there's so many things
That i have come to fear
Little voice says i'm going crazy
To see all my worlds disappear
Vague sketch of a fantasy
Laughing at the sunrise
Like he's been up all night
Ooo slippin and slidin
What a good time but now
Have have to find a bed
That can take this wait
Good feeing
Won't you say stay with me just a little longer
It always seems like your leaving
When i know the other one
Just a little too well
Oh dear lady
Won't you stay with me just a little longer
Y'know it always seems like your leaving
When i need you here just a little longer



Gordon gano: guitar, violin, lead vocal
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, vocal
Victor delorenzo:
Drum set,vocals

Engineers: glen l. loribecki and john tanner
Recorded at castle recording company, lake geneva, wi, july 1982
Produced by mark van hecke

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Do you like amercan music
I like american music
Don't you like american music baby
I want you to hold me
I want your arms around me
I want you to hold me baby
Did you do too many drugs
I did too many drugs
Did you do too many drugs too baby
You were born too late
I was born too soon
But every time i look at that ugly moon
It reminds me of you
It reminds me of you ooh ooh ooh
I need a date to the prom
Would you like to come along
But nobody would go to the prom with me baby
They didn't like american music
They never heard american music
They didn't know the music was in my soul baby
You were born too soon
I was born too late
But every time i look at that ugly lake
It reminds me of me
It reminds me of me
Do you like american music
We like american music
I like american music baby
Do you like american music
We like all kinds of music
But i like american music best
Baby you were born too late
And i was born too late
But every time i look at that ugly lake
It reminds me of me
It reminds me of me
Do you like american music
It reminds me of me
Do you like american music...

Gordon gano: vocal, acoustic guitar electric guitar solo
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, didgeridoo, electric guitar, vocal
Victor delorenzo: brushed snare drum, sleigh bells, tympani, vocal, tambourine
Michael beinhorn: hammond organ
Tom mandell: keyboards
Chorus & claps: carmaig, michael, mike, alex & band

Mixed by eric "e.t." thorngren

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Crossed the path then i followed your face
It was hard to believe
It was hard to trace
I saw you today
Seems like i see you everyday
But there's something i figured out 'bout you
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh yeah
So ugly
I'm tellin' you strait
So ugly
Don't make a mistake
Cause your ugly
You could bet it on the bank
Say why why
Why would i lie to you
Why would i lie
Why would i lie
Your so ugly
All the time
Ugly
You ain't no friend of mine
Cause your ugly
You could bet it on the bank
Say why why
Why would i lie to you
Why would i lie
Why would i lie

When you smile or a frown
I'm so tired of you be'in around
Engaged in some sexual acts
We'll i'm just gonna have to tell you all the facts
What could that be about,
Well here's a clue
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh yeah
So ugly
I'm tellin' you strait
So ugly
Don't make a mistake
Cause your ugly
I'm tellin' you that
I say why why
Why would i lie to you
Why would i lie
Why would i lie
Your so ugly
All the time
Ugly
You ain't no friend of mine
Ugly
You could bet it on the bank
Say why why
Why would i lie to you
Why would i lie
Why would i lie
Your so ugly
La la la la
So ugly....




Gordon gano: guitar, lead vocal
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, electric bass,vocals
Victor delorenzo: snare drum and trancephone, vocals

Recorded at castle recording company, london

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I need someone a person to talk to
Someone who'd care to love
Could it be you could it be you
Situation gets rough then i start to panic
It's not enough it's just a habit
Hey kid your sick well darling this is it
You can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back i can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad but i won't mind
They'll hurt me bad they do it all the time
Yeah yeah they do it all the time
I hope you know this will go down
On your permanent record
Oh yeah well don't get so distressed
Did i happen to mention that i'm impressed
I take one one one cause you left me and
Two two two for my family and
3 3 3 for my heartache and
4 4 4 for my headaches and
5 5 5 for my lonely and
6 6 6 for my sorrow and
7 7 for no tomorrow and
8 8 i forget what 8 was for and
9 9 9 for a lost god and
10 10 10 10 for everything
Everything everything everything


Gordon gano: guitar, violin, lead vocal
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, xylophone, electric bass
Victor delorenzo: snare drum and trancephone,
Drum set, scotch marching bass drum, vocals

Engineers: glen l. loribecki and john tanner
Recorded at castle recording company, lake geneva, wi, july 1982
Produced by mark van hecke

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"the profit is a fool, the spirtual man is mad,
For the multitude of thine inequity, and the great hatred." (hosea 9:7)

Everyone's trying to decide,
Where to go when there's no place to hide.
I follow the bombs as they're coming down.
This must have been hallowed ground.

No matter what they decide to have done.
Burn up the clouds, block out the sun.
My hope is in one they can't bring down.
My soul is in hallowed ground.

I see the fear, it's on the rise.
Let's catch the enemy by surprise.
Burry your treasure where it can't be found.
Burry it deep in hallowed ground.



Gordon gano: vocals, electric guitar
Brian ritchie: electric bass, vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocals

Produced by mark van hecke
Recorded at secret sound studio, new york city

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Day after day
I will walk and i will play
But the day after today
I will stop
And i will start my way
Why can't i get just one kiss
Why can't i get just one kiss
Believe me there'd be somethings that i wouldn't miss
But i look at your pants and i need i need a kiss
Why can't i get just one screw
Why can't i get just one screw
Believe me i know what to do
But something won't let me make love to you
Why can't i get just one fuck
Why can't i get just one fuck
I guess it's something to do with luck
But i waited my whole life for just one
Day afterday
I get angry
And i will say
That the day
Is in my sight
When i'll take a bow
And say goodnight



Gordon gano: guitar, lead vocal
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, vocal
Victor delorenzo: snare drum and trancephone,
Vocal

Engineers: glen l. lorbiecki and john tanner
Recorded at castle recording company, lake geneva, wi, july 1982
Produced by mark van hecke

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Come on dad gimme the car tonight
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
I got this girl i wanna....
Come on dad gimme the car
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
I tell'ya what i'm gonna do
I'm gonna pick her up
I'm gonna get her drunk
I'm gonna make her cry
I'm gonna get her high
I'm gonna make her laugh
I'm gonna make her...shh
Woman, woman, woman
She gotta knows she's it
Cause i'm gonna touch her
All over her body
Gonna touch her
All over her body
Gonna touch her
All over her body
Gonna touch her
All over her body
And she can touch me
All over my body
She can touch me
All over my body
She can touch me
All over my body
She can touch me
All over my body
Time goes by i can feel myself growing old
Burning inside makin' this boy turn out cold
What's wrong, what's right
I don't care when i hate my life
What's wrong, what's right
Y'know people don't care when they hate their life
But how can i explain personal pain
How can i explain personal pain
How can i explain my voice is in vain
How can i explain the deep down
Driving, driving, driving,
Weredriving, weredriving, weredriving
Hey dad speaking of driving
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
So much he don't understand
Just might never make it to a man
Come on dad gimme the car
I ain't no runt
Come on girl gimme your...
Cause i ain't had much to live for
I ain't had much to live for
Y'know i ain't had much to live for
Y'know i ain't had much to live for


Gordon gano: vocals, guitar
Brian ritchie: bass, vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocal

Recorded at music works, london

*previously unreleased

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I dig the black girls, oh so much more than the white girls.
I was so pleased to learn they were faster.
C'est, c'est, c'est vous i'm after.

All comes a faggot white boy.
Said look, look, look first kind of joy.
They come around so queer and quiet,
As i rebel and riot.

Shall i dig the white boys?
All so much more that the black boys.
I was so pleased to learn they're not smarter.
Go on, give, give, give it to me harder, harder, harder, just say harded.

You know i love the lord of hosts,
The father, son, and the holy ghost.
I was so pleased to learn that he's inside me
In my time of trouble he will hide me.

I dig the black girls.
I dig the black girls.
I dig the black girls.
I dig the black girls.



Gordon gano: vocals, guitar
Brian ritchie: electric bass, slide bass, jew's harp, vocals
Victor delorenzo:drums,vocals
John zorn: sax, clarinet peter balestrieri: sax drake scott cornetto
Produced by mark van hecke
Recorded at secret sound studio, new york city

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I think that i would like to
Stroll down a street or two.
Stop by some places that i know
And see whats become of me.
Stay close and comfort.
The winds that tear em up.
Now, they're breezing out to pasture
And i'm breezing in and out.
Flow, let it flow.
It's just so mellow under my pillow.
It's just so mellow i'm surrounded by pillows.
Don't feel afraid.
I'm a little out of sleep.
Just me come to call
With my frozen teeth and melted lips.
I will come and run to meet the sun
When my songs for the morning
And then i will smile upon you
With my peace and my yearning.
Flow, let if flow.
It,s just so mellow under my pillow.
It,s just so mellow i'm surrounded by pillows.
The sun was yellow.
Beneath the streaming through the trees.
Clouds are great pillows
Floating so grandly above the trees
Why is everybody so hollow
So i kill everything.
Sweet worlds of angels.
Sweet worlds of angels.
Sweet worlds of angels
Some never never never die die.
Sweet worlds of angels.
Some never never never die die.
Sweet worlds of angels.
Some never never never die die.
Beautiful angels.
Don't ever leave me behind.
Your all too perfuming of my life.
I think that i would like to
Stroll down a street or two.
Stop by some places that i know
And see whats become of me.


Gordon gano: vocals, guitar
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, vocals
Guy hoffman: drums, vocals
Sigmund snopek iii: mellotron

Produced by brian ritchie and gordon gano
Recorded and mixed by david vartanian at dv's perversion room, milwaukee, wi

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Beautiful girl lovely dress
High school smiles oh yes
Beautiful girl lovely dress
Where she is now i can only guess
Cause it's gone daddy gone
Your love is gone
Gone daddy gone
The love is gone away
When i see you
Eyes will turn blue
When i see you
Thousand eyes turnin blue
Tell by the way you that you switch and walk
I can see by the way that you baby talk
I can know by the way you treat your man
I can love you baby til it's a cryin
Beatiful girl lovely dress
15 smiles oh yes
Beautiful girl lovely dress
Where she is now i can only guess



Gordon gano: guitar, violin, lead vocal
Brian ritchie: xylophone, electric bass
Victor delorenzo: snare drum and trancephone,
Scotch marching bass drum, vocals

Engineers: glen l. loribecki and john tanner
Recorded at castle recording company, lake geneva, wi, july 1982
Produced by mark van hecke


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