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WRONG TRAIL BLUES
I’M WALKIN DOWN A RAILROAD BED
THINKING OF AN IMPERFECT RHYME
PAST A BROKEN WINDOW ON AN EMPTY SHED
I CAN’T TOW THE PARTY LINE
I’VE GOT NOTHING IN MY POCKET
BUT I GOT PLENTY ON MY MIND
THE TRACKS HAVE LONG BEEN LIFTED UP
NO TRAINS ARE COMING ‘ROUND
THERE WON’T BE ANY WHISTLE
NO PLAINTIVE LONELY SOUND
NO LIGHTS UP IN THE DISTANCE
JUST ROTTED TIES UPON THE GROUND
I LEFT MY KEYS IN MY CAR AND MY WALLET
ON THE FLOOR
I LEFT MY MEMORY IN A ROOM
DOWN AT THE JERSEY SHORE
I HAD A HEAD FULL OF IDEAS
BUT THEY DON’T MATTER ANYMORE
I PULLED UP IN A HEARSE AND
AND FLEW OUT ON A PLANE
I SAW THE DR. AND THE NURSE
BUT THEY COULDN’T FIND THE PAIN
THERE ARE PLENTY CLAIMING CREDIT
BUT NOBODY OWNS THE BLAME
THERE’S SOMEONE SELLING WATER
WHILE THE SHIP IS GOING DOWN
THERE’S A MULE IN THE STALL
OF SOME FOOL’S BEEN MADE A CLOWN
FROM A DISTANCE IT LOOKS PEACFUL
BUT THERE’S TREACHERY IN TOWN
IM WALKING DOWN THE RAILROAD BED
THE TRACKS ARE LONG GONE
NO I DON’T BELIEVE THIS WORLD
NEEDS ANOTHER RAILROAD SONG
IT'S so HARD TO FIGURE OUT
THE TIME AND PLACE WHERE I BELONG
THERE’S A BONE ON THE GROUND
IT’S BEEN BLEACHED WHITE BY THE SUN
DID IT DIE A NATURAL DEATH
OR AT THE WRONG END OF A GUN
IM STILL TRYING TO DETERMINE
WAS IT EVER ANYONE
I’VE GOT MY EYES IN MY POCKET
AND MY HANDS UP ON THE WHEEL
IM HOLDING STEADY AS THE SUN SETS
OVER UNFAMILIAR TRAILS
DID YOU EVER STOP TO WONDER
WHAT YOU MIGHT WANT FOR YOUR LAST MEAL
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It Don't Bother Me
04:56
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IT DON'T BOTHER ME
Open your eyes and you will see
erosion of your freedom
What’s turning weak was one time strong
It’s Inside out what’s right is wrong
But it don’t bother me
The ship of state is manned by fools
parasites that loot and use
While the machines of endless war
Drone on and on no change of score
But it don’t bother me
I saw a dozen old white men
Steal from the poor using their pens
With condescending looks and sneers
Weaving a tapestry of fear
But it don’t bother me
It’s gone from bad to worse these days
While people stumble in a haze
Numbed by their work and talking heads
Critical thinking’s all but dead
But it don’t bother me
Oooh when will we wake up
Without movement there is
No shake up
The abandoned voting booth
Sits there like a broken tooth
But it don’t bother me
I’m leaving soon I’m getting out
I’m not plagued by fear or doubt
I think there is a better place
Not hung up on class and race
If thinking this makes me a fool
Cause maybe what I think ain’t true
it don’t bother me
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Tattoo of Jesus
06:40
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TATTOO OF JESUS
HE WAS OUT ON THE ROAD HEADING NOWHERE
'CAUSE NOWHERE IS WHERE HE THOUGHT HE OUGHT TO BE
AND HE STOPPED INSIDE OF A ROADHOUSE ON HIS WAY THERE
BEFORE TOO LONG SHE HAD HIM ON HIS KNEES.
SHE HAD A TATTOO OF JESUS ON HER FOREARM
AND ONE OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON HER THIGH
AND SHE QUOTED FROM THE BOOK OF REVELATIONS
AND SOME SONNETS, AND THEY ALL SEEMED TO APPLY
DO YOU THINK I AM EASIER TO BE PLAYED ON
THAN SOME PIPE THAT YOU MAY FIND ALONG THE WAY?
YOU CAN SPEAK IN FANCY PROSE AND QUOTE THE BIBLE
BUT I WON'T BELIEVE A SINGLE THING YOU SAY
HE SAID, I WILL COMFORT YOU AND EASE YOUR SORROW
SHE SAID, GO SLOWLY NOW YOU'RE GONNA STUMBLE IF YOU MOVE TO FAST. THEY SAY THE DEVIL CAN QUOTE SCRIPTURE FOR HIS PURPOSE, HE SAID, FORGET THE PAIN OF EVERYTHING THAT'S PAST
AND ONCE AGAIN HE ASKED IF SHE WOULD JOIN HIM ON HIS JOURNEY
BUT SHE LOOKED RIGHT PAST HIM TOWARDS THE WINDOW AND SHE JUST SIGHED. AND THEN HIS ASKING TURNED TO BEGGING AS THE SUNSET, AND SHE POINTED TOWARDS THE GROUND TO SIGNIFY
SHE HAD A TATTOO OF JESUS ON HER FOREARM
ANOTHER ONE OF SHAKESPEARE ON HER THIGH
AND THE WORDS "BORN TO RUN" THEY WERE KIND OF BURNED OUT. ON HER ANKLES IT SAID "TELL ME NO MORE LIES"
THEN SHE SAID, I'M NOT FEARFUL OF THE DARKNESS
BUT SOMETIME THE LIGHT IS MORE THAN I CAN BEAR
THEY SAY THE SAVIOR HE WAS BORN INSIDE OF A STABLE
BUT LOOK AROUND, THERE AIN'T NO EVIDENCE OF THAT AROUND HERE
AND SOME WILL RISE BY SIN WHILE OTHERS FALL BY VIRTUE
WITH THE ONLY MEDICINE BEING A THREAD OF HOPE
FOR ALL THE YEARS THAT I WAS GREEN IN JUDGEMENT
MAKING CHOICES BASED ON WHIMS AND HOROSCOPES
THEN SHE SAID, EVEN IF I COULD LOVE YOU, I ALREADY SWORE TO GOD TO LOVE YOUR ENEMIES MORE
HE SAID, YOUR WORDS CUT LIKE A RAZOR THROUGH TO MY HEART
BUT IT WAS ALL RIGHT THERE WRITTEN ON HER BODY ART
SHE HAD A TATTOO OF JESUS ON HER FOREARM
AND ONE OF BILLY SHAKESPEARE ON HER THIGHT
AND HE TOLD HER THAT HE LOVED HER AFTER ONE DRINK
AND AFTER TWO HE SAID DAMMIT I'M GONNA LOVE YOU TIL I DIE
HE TOLD HER I WILL COUNSEL YOU WITH MY EYES UPON YOU
SHE SAID, THESE ARE THE LAST WORDS THAT I'M GONNA SAY
I WOULDN'T RECOGNIZE YOUR FACE TOMORROW
NOW WOULD YOU KINDLY TURN THE OTHER WAY
ABOUT THAT TIME, HE STOOD UP FROM HIS BAR STOOL
PAID HIS TAB AND TOOK HIS KEYS UP OFF OF THE TRAY
AND AS HE RAMBLED DOWN THAT LONG AND LONELY HIGHWAY
HE KEPT THINKING OF THEIR SIMPLE ONE ACT PLAY
SHE HAD A TATTOO OF JESUS ON HER FOREARM
ANOTHER ONE OF SHAKESPEARE ON HER THIGH
AND THE NAMES OF FORMER LOVERS ON HER SHOULDERS
AND A TEARDROP UNDER EACH ONE OF HER EYES
COPYRIGHT MICHAEL WEISKOPF/BLUE HIGHWAY INSOMNIA MUSIC 2016
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Streets of Par
05:10
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STREETS OF PARIS
I WALK THE STREETS OF PARIS
TRYING NOT TO BE EMBARRESSED
CAUSE I DON’T SPEAK THE LANGUAGE
NOT A WORD
AND I’VE READ ALL OF SARTRE
CAMUS, GENET AND KAFKA
I AGREE WITH THEM THS LIFE’S ABSURD
I WALK THE BOULEVARD NAMED FOR SAINTS
THEY’RE TIRED OF PRAYERS AND OF COMPLAINTS
ST. MICHAEL, CHRISTOPHER AND ANTHONY
BUT I NEED NO GREATER PROOF
I’M NOT SEEKING HIGHER TRUTH
ALL THE PROOF I NEED IS RIGHT HERE
NEXT TO ME
A DRINKING NIGHT WITH STRANGERS
IS OFTEN FILLED WITH DANGER
BUT I LIKE THE EDGE OF UNCERTAINTY
I’VE BEEN THROUGH MARCEL PROUST
WENT ON TO LENNY BRUCE
THEY SEEM TO HAVE THEIR ROOTS
IN THE SAME TREE
BUT THERE’S THAT BOULEVARD OF SAINTS
TIRED OF PRAYERS AND OF COMPLAINTS
ST. MICHAEL CHRISTOPHER AND ANTHONY
BUT I NEED NO GREATER PROOF
I’M NOT SEEKING HIGHER TRUTH
ALL THE PROOF I NEED IS RIGHT HERE
NEXT TO ME
WE GO GLIDING THROUGH THE NIGHT
WITH YOUR EYES PROJECTING LIGHT
REFLECTIONS OF THE WATER ON YOUR HAIR
AGAINST THE HYPNOTISING SOUND
OF LIGHT RAIN ON THE GROUND
AND THE FRAGRANCE OF FRESH FLOWERS
IN THE AIR
WE WALK THE BOULEVARD OF SAINTS
TIRED OF PRAYERS AND OF COMPLAINTS
ST. MICHAEL CHRISTOPHER AND ANTHONY
BUT I NEED NO GREATER PROOF
I’M NOT SEEKING HIGHER TRUTH
ALL THE PROOF I NEED IS RIGHT HERE
NEXT TO ME
ALL THE PROOF I NEED IS YOU'RE RIGHT HERE WITH ME
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I Can't Fix You
03:34
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I CAN'T FIX YOU
I cant fix what's wrong with you
Even if i wanted to
There is nothing i can do
I can't fix what's wrong with you
I don't know how you survive
All the voices deep inside
When their out and when they hide
I don't know how you survive
I can't fix what's wrong with you
I know that you want me to
You see red when i see blue
I can't fix what's wrong with you
I don't know which one you are
When you sit down in my car
You start out slow we don’t get far
I don't know which one you are
I love one of who you are
But i wish the other ones would stay afar
Not sure when they will appear
More than one inspire fear
If i could fix what's wrong with you
Maybe you could fix me too
We can't even say we're through
Cause we don't know who we're talking to
I can’t fix you but you know I would
Fix you baby, fix you good
Yeah, I’d fix you if I could
You know I’d fix you good
Copyright 2017 Michael Weiskopf/Blue Highway Insomnia music
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THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN BLUE
IT SEEMED SO LONG AGO IN THE QUIET TOWN THAT THEY CALLED HOME
THEY’D GO CRUISING DOWN ON MAIN STREET AND PARK OUTSIDE OF EDDY’’S BURGER ZONE
THEY’D TALK AND MORE RIGHT THERE IN THE FRONT SEAT OF THAT CHEVY
GO AS FAR AS THEY COULD GO, GO AS FAR AS SHE WAS READY
SKIPPING STONES ON THE RIVER WATCHING BARGES HEADING TO UNKNOWN PLACES
WITH DREAMS OF DESTINATIONS WHERE STRANGERS WOULDN’T RECOGNIZE THEIR FACES
SHE WANTED TIME TO GROW, AND LEARN AND KNOW
HE WANTED HIS FREEDOM
EMPTY PROMISES TO RETURN, EMPTY PROMISES SHE WOULD WAIT
HE THOUGHT THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN BLUE
WHEN THINKING OF THE EYES OF THEIR UNBORN CHILDREN
REFLECTING ALL THE PASSING YEARS
THOSE INNOCENT EYES, MIRRORS OF TRUTH
THEY COULD HAVE BEEN BLUE, SHOULD HAVE BEEN BLUE
THE WORLD HAS MOVED AND CHANGED BUT IT ALL SEEMS JUST THE SAME DOWN ON MAIN STREET
SHE WAS PARKED OUTSIDE OF EDDY’S WITH A BROWN EYED DAUGHTER ON HER KNEE
HE SMILED AT THE LITTLE GIRL AND SAID I USED TO BE A GOOD FRIEND OF YOUR MOTHER
BUT THAT WAS LONG AGO
THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN BLUE, THE LAUGHING EYES OF HER CHILDREN
REFLECTING ALL THE PASSING YEARS
THOSE INNOCENT EYES, MIRRORS OF TRUTH
THEY COULD HAVE BEEN BLUE
SHOULD HAVE BEEN BLUE
Copyright 2018, Steve Bass/Perfect Sky Music. All rights reserved ASCAP
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Out to Sea
03:03
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OUT TO SEA
OUT TO SEA, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN
COULD IT BE THAT I'M DRIFTING FAR AWAY
AWAY FROM WHAT I WAS, LIKE A LEAFLESS WINTER TREE
AND I'D LIKE TO TRY THAT JOURNEY ONE MORE TIME
OUT TO SEA
SHOUTING IN A VOID WHERE NO-ONE EVER HEARS YOU
TRYING TO AVOID ALL THE PEOPLE THAT YOU LOVE
BUT I FEEL MY FATHER'S HAND PULLING ME BACK TO THE LAND
AND I'D LIKE TO TRY THAT JOURNEY ONE MORE TIME
OUT TO SEA
OPEN THE SAILS AND FOLLOW THE WIND
WHEREVER IT MAY LEAD YOU
IT'S HARD TO EXPLAIN THAT WHEREVER YOU'VE BEEN
MAY SOMEDAY BLEED YOU
OUT TO SEA
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN
CRAZY ME, AM I DRIFTING FAR AWAY
I THOUGHT I'D ALWAYS LOVE YOU
IN A SONG OF YESTERDAY
AND I'D LIKE TO TRY THAT JOURNEY ONE MORE TIME
OUT TO SEA
COPYRIGHT EVAN FRANKEL 2010
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MUCH WORSE THAN IT SOUNDS
A FEW YEARS BACK I HAD A PROBLEM WITH MY NECK
THEY HAD TO CUT ME OPEN BREAK SOME BONES
THAT THEY RE-SET
I HAD TO WHERE A BRACE AND FOR A FEW WEEKS I WAS DOWN
BUT IT REALLY WASN’T NEARLY AS PAINFUL AS IT SOUNDS
NO IT REALLY WASN’T NEARLY AS PAINFULL AS IT SOUNDS
IT WAS AN INCONVENIENCE IT WAS HARD TO GET AROUD
CONSIDER IT THE PRICE I PAID FOR STAYING ABOVE GROUND
NO IT REALLY WASN’T NEARLY AS PAINFUL AS IT
SOUNDS
ONE NIGHT OUT IN A BLIZZARD MY BRAKES FAILED IN THE SNOW
I SKIDDED OFF THE HIGHWAY TO A DITCH TEN FEET BELOW
AS THE WHITE BLUR DRIFTED PAST ME WHILE I
TUMBLED MY WAY DOWN
I THOUGHT THIS REALLY ISN’T NEARLY AS SCARY AS IT
WILL SOUND
NO IT REALLY WASN’T NEARLY AS SCARY AS IT SOUNDS
THOUGH WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT MY HEART
BEGINS TO POUND
I GUESS I JUST GOT LUCKY BECAUSE I’M STILL AROUND
NO IT REALLY WASN’T NEARLY AS SCARY AS IT SOUNDS
LAST PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION, WE HEADED OUT TO VOTE
BUT FAR TOO MANY OF US JUST DIDN’T GET THE NOTE
NINETY MILLION STAYED HOME ‘CAUSE THEY DIDN’T CARE TO CHOOSE
SOME STAYED AWAY CONVINCED THE WINNER WAS GONNA LOSE
AND NOW IT’S ONE YEAR LATER AND DAMAGE HAS BEEN DONE
IT’S PRETTY CLEAR TO MOST OF US THE WORST IS STILL TO COME
THERE’S MUCH MORE TO THIS STORY NEEDS TO BE REVEALED
BUT WE’RE GONNA HAVE TO WAIT AND HOPE INDICTMENTS ARE UNSEALED
THESE PEOPLE DOWN IN WASHINGTON, WELL THEY’RE SURE HARD TO TAKE
WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT, I WISH THE NEWS WAS FAKE
THE LIES AND FABRICATIONS NOW ROUTINELY MAKE THE ROUNDS
YEAH IT’S PAINFUL AND IT’S CRIMINAL, AND IT’S MUCH
WORSE THAN IT SOUNDS.
Copyright Michael Weiskopf/Blue Highway Insomnia Music 2017 All Rights Reserved. ASCAP
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Opiod-Chimes of Freedom
06:52
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Recorded at Perfect Sky Music, Coral Gables Florida March 2018
Michael Weiskopf-Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Piano
Randolph Hudson- III-Ebo, Electric Guitar,synth
Damian Sanchez-Tenor Saxaphone
Steve Bass- Electric Bass
Lauren Matzen-Gardiner's Bay
Dan Koontz-Organ
Patricio Acevedo-Cello
OPIOID
THE NIGHT IS MY COMFORT
MY THOUGHTS ARE MADE OF SAND
THIS WORLD IS A CONFUSION
I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND
IT ‘S NOT THAT I’M SLOW
BUT NOT MUCH MAKES ANY SENSE
I CAN’T SEEM TO NAVIGATE
I’M SITTING ON SANITY’S FENCE
I NEED REFUGE FROM THE STORM
INSIDE MY HEAD
THE VOICES THAT SURROUND ME
BECKENING FROM THE DEAD
BUT WHEN I’M SINGING
IT’S PEACFUL AND IT’S STILL
SOMEONE ONCE TOLD ME
I SING JUST LIKE AN ANGEL
FEEL JUST LIKE A STRANGER IN
A CRUEL AND HOSTILE PLACE
LOOKING FOR ANOTHER
WITH KINDNESS IN THEIR FACE
I WANT TO TELL ANYONE
HOW IT FEELS INSIDE MY MIND
BUT THE WORDS JUST WON’T COOPERATE
THEY LEAVE MY THOUGHTS BEHIND
WHEN THE MUSIC PLAYS SOMETIMES
IT’S EASIER TO TAKE
BUT THE PAIN IS GETTING WORSE
EVERY MOMENT I’M AWAKE
IF I COULD BE TOUCHED
I MIGHT FEEL SOME RELIEF
BUT THERE’S NUMBNESS IN MY VEINS
AND I’VE FALLEN FAR BENEATH
I’LL EAT POISEN, I’LL DRINK FIRE
GRAB THE SNOW UNTIL I’M WIRED
I’LL DO ANYTHING I CAN
TO STOP THIS PAIN
THERE ARE PEOPLE ALL AROUND ME
SAY THEY CARE AND THEY SURROUND ME THEY HAVE NO IDEA
WHAT IT’S LIKE INSIDE THIS TRAP
I’LL CLOSE MY EYES
I’M NOT COMING BACK
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Michael Weiskopf Florida
"Lost in AmeriKa" is my fourth LP of mostly original material. In addition to my original work i am a founding member of "The Complete Unknowns" the premier Bob Dylan tribute band. We have been a group for going on 12 years.
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