I’ll miss you Ray
Show me or I won’t wanna put the time in
You live on a plane which is a steady line
You travel
I’ll miss you Ray
And your dancing
Your mother was a dancer with an exciting example
of what a grown woman was capable of
I’ll miss you
Well, it was something that you asked for, but didn’t want
I’ll miss you Ray
I’ll miss you
Promise me that you won’t go jumping down that waterfall no more
No, No. Hey babe! Hey Ray!
Nobody answers any of my questions
You poisonous pufferfish
C’mon and flinch
Show me all of your needles
Expression is expensive when you’re pouring out your glass
You’ve got to show me, show me
You’ve got to show me
Don’t tell me
I don’t want to hear it, no
You’ve got to show me
Don’t tell me
I don’t wanna hear it
No!
I’ll miss you, Ray
You’ve got to show me.
I won’t wanna put the time in
Your daddy’s behind the wheel, but you’re trying to impress him
Drive and apologize
You were something that he asked for but didn’t want
I wouldn’t forgive that
I wouldn’t apologize
It was a cold Christmas when he kicked your butt out the door
Yeah, I’d forgive that
But I wouldn’t apologize
He misses you Ray
I miss you Ray
Even they miss you, Ray
Please don’t go, please don’t go jumping down that waterfall again
SNOW KETTLE
A little far removed
Maybe back a ways
Or too up close
Spotted in a gaze
Well-divided,
Squint in my eyes,
Slightly blinded,
But I have never minded
Get you to fall apart
So you can show me where the pieces go
Where do they go?
I’ll take you out for cotton candy
Try to get you to tell me the truth,
What you really mean
Well-divided,
Squint in my eyes,
Slightly blinded,
But I have never minded
Slowly undressing,
stopping and starting
It’s a chest-to-chest in an empty puddle of old gasoline
Steaming like a kettle
Out in the cold
Steaming like a kettle
Out in the snow
I’m steaming like a kettle
GREEN PIGEON
Country mother
She’s calling out
Calling to God
Pointy-shoe tit
Keep pretending that he don’t exist
Right in sight in your cross-hair
And you’re taking advantage
While she lives on a dirt floor
And he don’t visit as much
Got to crash just a little bit harder
Got to cry just a little more easily
Got to squeeze your hands together
At the edge of your bed and tilt your head back
While here, I’ve got to stay quiet,
but I won’t
I like fighting
because I’m a peaceful man
I wrote down what I wanted to say
Just the way that I wanted to say it
But at that time I didn’t know it
Now I have thought a lot about it
And I really do mean
It reads the way it sounds
In the attitude of its speech
With this pen I like to use
And the flow of its ink
Got to crash just a little bit harder
Got to cry just a little bit more easily
Got to keep your hands together
But my fingers always get tangled.
HOT STEAM WHISTLE DRONE
The whole world is gonna know
That you got a hot thing
Honesty is good
But we gotta get back to the factory
If this was Gary, Indiana,
I’d be the chimney sweep
While you’re swinging hammers,
I can’t breathe
I take the gutter train home
To my old coffee pot
I cook on that broke-ass burner
Drink a hot steam whistle
I’ve got these copper covered arms
Green stains for sleeves
Tell me a story in melody
I take that gutter train home
To my old coffee pot
I cook on that broke-ass burner
Drink a hot steam whistle
THE ONLY WAY IT COULD HAVE BEEN
No you can’t undo
No you can’t undo what you have done
Can’t put a bullet back in the gun
No, you can’t digress
No, not right away
You know, it takes time
Once you bite it, it’s yours
No, you can’t undo
You can’t pull a rug out from underneath
When you’re standing on it
Take that leap of faith
Maybe you’ll just have to pay a fine
There will always be someone to remember
No, you
No, you can’t undo
No, you can’t undo what you have done
You can’t put the scent of a rose and place that into wax
Can’t make everyone afraid
I haven’t slept in years
My eyes are always on your direction
When we intersect, we collide
Hearing a knock on the door
Before anyone arrives
RATTLING COIN
When it’s handed down,
It’ll land
Distance you into abandon
Attach my hands and move slowly
We could have been somebody
20 years to life
Without a chance
I cannot escape
With this murder all in my mind
Went to war with the Lord above
Lightning bolts in our hands to throw
And the devil in an unusual role
We could have been somebody to each other
Now we’re holding out a change cup
If I could just bend these bars
Or at least shake them down
Or maybe I can tunnel my way out through sound
If I could just receive a sign of forgiveness
I’d be released as my only witness
Rattling coin
You’ve really got to shake that
Rattling coin
Rattling
GOLDEN PEARL
We occupy the same space in the crowd
Bring me to where you are now
Cold changes everything
True things are less than obvious
With great war comes great love
With great love comes great war
In this war, bring me love
Come on and unthread my skin
Pull the string and spin
Me like a slow top
While I just jerk out the barb
And let it bleed
Slowly back away
And as of now, I’m just telling a story
Empty shell of a man
The oyster after the pearl
And the road of its roll
The past, of little impression
Minus the dimple where it was placed on the tongue
Swelling temples go off like the morning alarm I try to avoid
And unwittingly escape
Abundance appears through dark dense cloud
While rain continues to fall
Battling beauty before
Gray sheds to white
Before white becomes a symbol
In a cold whistle into a cold whisper
The pot of gold is a pot of gold
In America
its an American golden pearl
WHERE IT STAYS
My mom threw my pistol in the lake
She found it on the side of the road
I left it on the roof of your car
I got it from a friend of mine
You might know this friend of mine
She was wondering how we were gonna use it
I done used it only once
Cleaned it myself and kept it safe
She knows how we like to play
At the bottom of the lake is where it’s gonna stay
She was wondering how we were gonna use it
Some tried to make it disappear before
But they never got to hold it
They never got to aim it
They never got to squeeze the trigger
and nobody tells us no
The days are short and the nights are long
The days are cold and the nights are frozen
But the water never freezes
And at the bottom of the lake
Is where it stays
IN INFINITY
So easily influenced
What should I do
Out of all control
I just can’t keep track of myself
Where’d you go
How’d you go
Did I drive or was I just there
Get a good grip
Put your feet on my chest and pull the chord
My arms are awful tingly
Got you squeezing on my cage
Biting your lip
Now your knee in my face
My back is the first to go
My feet then head will follow
My flesh is my parachute
And it gets cut all the time
It gets cut every day
But it will heal itself
Like I am with time
Fuck time
Cause time fucks with me
I can’t keep a rhythm
I can’t stay a speed
when lead by faith
you gotta keep yourself wide open
obstructions gauging faith
she gets didgy with her digits
you don’t have to look her in the eye
to know what she’s saying
sometimes it takes awhile
you get it you just don’t want it
can you play both roles
because people make the difference
I know there’s a few bridges you don’t mind
Setting ablaze
With the motion of your action
And the gasoline on your lips
Ignition of a sparking tongue
It all has to be given away in our little suicide bomb
The only way we have a chance is if we die in love
Massage my crown
2004
Why’d you do that?
Why didn’t you just leave us laying?
Out in the cold
You could have at least sharped that blade
Before you stuck us
What’d you do that for?
You’ve got me pleading you
Not to see it through
Just leave it where it lay
Haven’t you done enough already?
The world is already upside-down
What’d you do that for?
2004
Forget it if you don’t understand
I can’t hold this door open forever
After I, yes I went away
I came back for that, that look in her eye
What’d you do that for?
2004
for what? why?
What’d you do that for?
Two thousand cities covered in ivy
It’s like a garden again
Try to stay away from the apple this time
Credits:
Ed Cullerton – percussion
Dan Huber – double bass
Mike Peters- Pedal steel
Joe Corrado- Vocals/piano
Produced by Joe Corrado
All songs written by Joe Corrado
Recorded in Bucktown Chicago, IL
The album was paid for by Blueberries from Moss Funnel Farms
Aka Joe’s blues
www.joesblueberries.com
Road support funded by Design management Services
Special thanks to:
Tony Durand-DMS
Justin Ringsak- musical companion
Jeff Peterson-musical companion
Chris Howe-musical companion
Kelli Corrado
Frank and Karen Corrado
MOS represents Music Of the Spheres which was considered by Pythagoras of Samos to be inaudible music that was created by the rotation of the celestial bodies. MOS Funnel, the band, funnels this music audible. The first of these bodies is Mercury.
released December 1, 2012
Credits:
Ed Cullerton – percussion
Dan Huber – double bass
Mike Peters- Pedal steel
Joe Corrado- Vocals/piano
Produced by Joe Corrado
All songs written by Joe Corrado
Recorded in Bucktown Chicago, IL
art-Jacqueline Hochbaum painted in our neighborhood in Chicago
-mike murry
-Joe Corrado