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SONGS FOR PARENTS WHO ENJOY DRUGS

by HAMELL ON TRIAL

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1.
You got a kid, I got a kid, are you going to tell them the things you did? Tell them the truth about your sordid youth, if they want to know, did you do blow did you get high and listen to the radio? Dad? What's the first time that you did a drug crime? I smoked my first 'j' on my 11th birthday. And high school exams how'd you stay up to read? The kid across the street dealt in excellent speed. Were classes as boring as mine are today? Most of the time I was trippin' so I really can't say. Now Dad, let's see how truthful you are, were you ever high behind the wheel of a car? I though I was flying a 747, when I sold that car they scraped it for resin. And Dad you courted mom, how'd you make her your own? We'd drink a lot of vodka and do methadone. So when he asks me about my past and did I get high, I've been seriously thinking about my reply,: I'm gonna lie, lie, lie, lie, lie. Dad, did you ever do drugs? No way! Dad did you ever do it with any woman besides mom? Did you ever see that movie Satyrican? I was 13 the first time so good I couldn't speak, that should have wrapped me in a Hefty bag and drained me once a week. And dad what's the kinkiest that you ever got? There were a mother and daughter Upstate that were crazy stupid hot. There was this girl and her dog, but we won't get into that. there were 3 Dominatrices in a one room flat. Couple of times in a church pew that was a heavenly thing, there was a girl named Ruth in the booth of the Burger King. My wife's eating a hole in me with her evil eye, my kid's got inquiries, they want an honest reply. I'm gonna lie, lie, lie, lie, lie. Dad did you have premarital sex? Absolutely not! Now come the tough questions that he's gonna ask, all prosecutors save the hard stuff for last. Dad did you ever steal from the store when you didn't have the bucks? From what I can remember most of the stuff fell off of trucks.And dad, did you ever own a gun? It wasn't like I had a license for one. And Dad, did you ever steal an automobile for fun? The owners wouldn't have wanted it when we got done. And I heard you bartended in a place that dealt crack! we were just making sure I clientele would come back. He wants the truth, I look him in the eye, I set a good example because I'm that kind of guy...I'm gonna lie, lie, lie, lie, lie. Dad, did you ever do anything bad? Fuck no!
2.
HEAT 03:16
I flew into Miami beach, I got a grey cloud on my mind, having a little trouble kicking some pills, I'm leaving that stuff behind. I'm in too deep on a couple of things, but I'm not really running away, I'm gonna give it just as long as it takes, 'til I get back to feeling okay. Yesterday I scrapped a car, it was a dice roll fate, there wasn't any papers to worry about, and I destroyed the plates. I rented a car, got me a room, Little Havana got something to eat,. had a couple numbers I didn't call, and I enjoyed the Heat. Heat-Burning it back -Heat-Exposing the nerve Heat-Melting layers of doubt-Heat-Who do you serve? Heat-I'm riding it out-Heat-I got my ear to the street Heat-My profiles intact-Heat-And I'm not accepting defeat Hadn't talked to her since her mama had died, a song brought it back to me, playing in a boat far off shore, headed out to sea. I finished my coffee as the song drifted off, now she could settle down. She had a fortune smile and maybe this time she could leave this soul sucking town. Was a man with a scar she'd taken up with, who knows the company we keep. I got in the car and drove through the night, I had a long way to go to sleep. The papers read they only had one lead, it was the make of a car, in a murder of a dealer and a pimp, known for his facial scar. Heat-melting layers of doubt-Heat-Who do you serve? Heat-I'm riding it out-Heat-exposing the nerve Heat-burning it back-Heat-i got my ear to the street Heat-My profiles intact-Heat-Not accepting defeat
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WHEELS PT 1 00:57
The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round, all through the town. And the floozie on the bus goes come here kid, come here kid, come here kid. The floozie on the bus goes come here kid, all through the town.
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there was nothing happening, i went down to Nicks. His girl was there, I said, "How's tricks?", she picked up her guitar and played one of her licks, it went like this.... she said, "Nick went to the store." gripping the guitar she played a little more. She opened up her pocketbook, medicine galore, I reached in. Well, hey, look at all the red ones, look at all the green ones, look at all the pink ones, look at all the mean ones, look at all the yellow ones look at all the white ones too. I could three, I could five, i could take twenty and I'd barely be alive, my daddy had a hankering for the little one that's blue. I asked her her name, she said it was Mandy, she asked if I liked head, I told her it was dandy, when I ate her pussy it tasted like candy, it tasted good. I lost track of time, longer than an hour, she was cool and beautiful, kind of like a flower, she said i had to leave, she had to take a shower, i stole her purse. Hey, hey, look at all the red ones, look at all the green ones, look at all the pink ones, look at all the mean ones, look at all the yellow ones, look at all the white ones too. Some of them are black, some of them are brown, some of them are ups, some of them are downs, i put them in a blender 'cause I like to fuck around, it's true. Nodding leaving Nicks, I guess I went too far, i was way too high, then I stole a car, just like Jerusalem following a star, I felt good. I mashed that car 'cause the radio sucked, I tried every station and they all were fucked. The car's in the river and it's shit out of luck, i stuck out my thumb. i got picked up, I could tell she was rich, 20 years younger in a Lexus, life's a bitch, she asked me for a fuck, i asked her, "What's the hitch?", she just laughed. She said her man was selfish and cruel, cheating on her she went out to get some fuel, gonna screw somebody ugly as a mule, I'd do the trick. When the sun comes up it's time to hit the sack, I used to have a job but I'm never going back, those corporate fucks they don't know jack, watch 'em die. Look at all the red ones, look at all the green ones, look at all the pink ones, look at all the mean ones, look at all the yellow ones, look at all the white ones too. Take them in 4's, take them in 3's, take them by the dozen it don't mean shit to me, take them when you ain't got nothing better to do. Pretty colors. Pretty colors. Pretty colors. Hey, hey hey.
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APARTMENT #4 03:09
My wife broke down the door of Apartment #4, that wasn't the address or the one we liked the best, it was the one that passed our broke ass test. On the first floor of apartment #4 was Crackball Bob, who pretended he got robbed, when he smoked up all the stash and he didn't have the cash for the product he was fronted and in lieu of being hunted he paid a lowlife to gag his son and wife and then beat him 'til he needed stichin' on the linoleum in the kitchen, in Apartment #4. 3AM in advanced inebriation my wife was on a stress induced vacation. A friend was hanging out so loud we had to shout, the stereo was blarin', my friend and I were sharin', critiques and theories, observations and queries on Elvis's first major label release, Heartbreak Hotel and we thought at the least a risky move, but E would prove over and over like audio noir, downstairs Crackball Ball getting beatin' til he scarred. Apartment #1 was a lot of fun, we were real young and we'd just begun. I got a place in my heart like a whore for Apartment #4. We continued to get drunk my friend pulled out a chunk of black tar hash, we heard the final crash, downstairs was quiet through my window we spied it, the flashing lights dividing the night. Bob got his way in the papers the next day, his alibi, no more coke, Bob proved why he was broke. A bunch of my friends landed in jail, looking for Bob when they got out on bail. Apartment # 10, I was bottoming then, I barely remember what cities its in, I got memories galore for Apartment #4. And then a neighbor, obviously employed, knocked down my door, obviously annoyed, as I said from the start, my wife had busted the molding apart, in a fight we had had, she, I guess was burning mad. The door remained unhinged, Bob is still alive, we upgraded marginally to Apartment #5. Apartment #14 all the things we'd seen. Sometimes the world could seem so mean. a little skanky not rotten to the core, in Apartment #4.
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HEY BOSS 03:39
Hey Boss, i ain't been in in weeks, hey boss, shut up and let me speak, hey boss, you act like it is treason, hey boss, you know I got my reasons. Well I got on the computer the walls began to drip, the keyboard melted in my hands I wrote a movie script, 10 days straight it was tastier than Jaws, it was wetter than Angelina Jolie, commercial as Santa Claus. Titled 'tits and Money' , was a potential smash, I flew to Hollywood, identity theft for cash, I'd tell my story to anyone that would listen, and I crashed first class next to Melanie Griffith. Who knew a producer and we made a date, and we partied 'til morning, I was weaving at the gate. I entered a foyer, a party was ensuing, it was a Caligula orgy that was sucking and screwing. I gave my pitch, I read it from the gut, to some producer buried in a starlet's butt. Hey Boss, get off my freakin' back, hey boss, your breath is like a scrotum sack, hey boss, what is all the fuss, hey boss your brain is filled with puss. Down Santa Monica in his diamond flake Benz, had a meeting with his Russian Mafia friends, who fronted us money, we hadn't driven far, that producer stole my revenue I was ejected from the car. I hit the Walmart on Hollywood and Vine, i purchased a 357, and a Tech-9, smug behind his desk, in his studio glory, that producer was doing the Rush Limbaugh story. I put three bullets in Rush, and I silenced his mouth, took his lower intestines out if his ass, and I pulled South, and I hung him by his organs, out the window in the breeze, stood back to admire and I must say I was pleased. Hey boss, are you loving this tale? Hey Boss, because you look a little pale! You might wonder what's my political affiliation, I consider it to be one of extreme moderation. I'd love to ride up Pennsylvania Avenue and see the Right, with all their heads mounted on poles and I'd like to see them at the same height. (I'm a Libra, I need that balance) The producer was in terror, and so I planned it, that movie got made, but all the critics panned it, but the people spoke and when it was out on DVD, it was a bestseller and you know all them profits go to me. the movie business is desperate and twisted. I'm returning home, an option I'd resisted, with all my money, well I'm not retiring, i bought the business where we work, your sad ass I'll be firing. Hey Boss, you're out on my street, hey boss, you're a dullard and you cheat, hey boss, the karmic wheel turns round, hey boss, in life that's all I've found.
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VALUES 03:35
My son, my son, is more than one, he's more than two, he's less than three. He tries to talk to me about this about that about his coat about his hat. About birds, about the weather and he's putting words together, and he's forming little phrases, he's got little verbal phases, and he's challenging me, he's got his own personality. When I tell him, "little boys gotta pick up their toys" what he then said exploded my head. He said, "Dad, let me get this straight, the President of the United States, from everything I heard is arguably the most powerful position in the world." You could have knocked me over with a feather, listen to him putting those words together. That's pretty advanced noise, all I want him to do is pick up his toys. He said "We're over in Iraq and there's no sign of turning back, now aren't these people dying? On both sides pain and crying?" Well, that's a lot for a child of three, but i answered him "Yes", honestly. And he said, "Dad, am I out of my mind but the weapons of mass destruction they did not find?" I said, "No, son, no, WMD was a no show." and he said, "Dad they proved that Iraq had nothing to do with the 9/11 attack?" I said, "Son, I can't argue with you because everything you say is true." And then from the mouth of the littlest of boys, he said, "Dad, I ain't picking up my fucking toys!" I said, "Fine fuck it, it doesn't take a lot of brains to see in this new world chaos reigns, if you can't make sense no more, take off your diaper take a shit on the floor!" Values, values, values! I said, "We're getting into a sweat, what do you say we study the alphabet?" He said, "dad, we've been over this before, but let's go over it one time more." He said, "Dad, you ain't no fool, is there some kind of presidential school, some kind of test or exam to show you're the qualified man? I mean from everything I hear, people are voting him in because they want to socialize with him and a beer, that ain't no qualification for a man to be leading a nation. "What if you saw a guy from the bar emerging, would you say he'd make a fuck of a surgeon? he's a nice guy although no qualifications, I gonna let him do my wife's brain operation? "Dad, I'm gonna hold off on class, you can stick the alphabet up your ass." Values, values, values. So we're down at the playground, running round, safe and sound. the kids are on the slides and the swings, falling down, but they're only 3 or 2 and they fight over toys as little kids do, and when I tell them they've got to share when he comes up with this all I can do is stare. He said, "I'm an isolationist Dad, that kid made me really fucking mad. i don't need him or NATO, God chose me. It's fate." Oh, values are tough to teach a child when the president has gone completely wild, i put my kid in his room and i lock the door and I tell my wife I can't take it no more. Values, values, values.
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MADDY'S PT 1 00:42
9.
JERKIN' 03:39
I've been jerkin' off a lot, thinking 'bout you. when I'm away from home, what can I do? I walk the line babe, you know that I'm true, I've been jerkin' off a lot babe thinkin' 'bout you. I have been rubbin' one out babe with you on my mind. 'Til we're together is a long, long time. My heart will still still hurt but my spine will be fine, I've been rubbin' one out with you on my mind. I have been pulling it raw with you in my head, you think I fantasize movie stars instead, but you're the only one that makes me see red, I have been pulling t raw with you in my head. I have been tossing one off to nobody but you. you give me visions now what can I do? After so many years and all we've been through, I have been tossing one off to nobody but you. I'm coming home, I'm coming home. I've been jerkin' off a lot, thinking 'bout you. when I'm away from home, what can I do/ I walk the line babe, you know that I'm true, I've been jerkin' off a lot babe thinkin' 'bout you. I have been rubbin' one out babe with you on my mind. 'Til we're together is a long, long time. My heart will still still hurt but my spine will be fine, I've been rubbin' one out with you on my mind. I'm coming home, I'm coming home.
10.
SOCIALIZING 03:45
I need you tonight, I needed you yesterday, I'll need you tomorrow, I'll need you 'til all the planets explode. I was away, I was far from you, I was surrounded by people I didn't know-and I forgot what we built. I wandered out, at first it seemed okay, we were laughing and talking band I thought I could get the hang of this. Something I said and the room got quiet and they were staring hard and it was brutally apparent something was amiss-just like it was before you. We blow the trumpet that is discarded, we join the band that is drunk and down, we stick our thumbs out for the ride that doesn't show, we sneak the sinners out of town. There are a great many people, when I talk to them I feel a despair like a baseball bat has hit me in the head, they'd never know, I keep my mask intact, it's so exhausting that I could spend the year in bed-What are you doing over the next year? And I'm surrounded by mad dogs that howl, snakes wait in suburban lawns, the monkeys are rabid and wild, I'm a smashed radio, I feel terrorized, left alone on a ledge, like an abandoned child, once again to come running to you. We spin the roulette with the broken axle, walk the streets the rain won't wet, cross the bridges with the Styrofoam trestles, to say the prayers the priest forget. We blow the trumpet that is discarded, we join the band that is drunk and down, we stick our thumbs out for the ride that doesn't show, we play our best games out of bounds.
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MADDY'S PT 2 00:55
12.
We're involved in a cultural war, the countries torn apart like never before and try as I might I see no end in sight. I search my soul and I roam my heart, and when I'm enlightened I know the place to start, compassion, forgiveness and communication. That would take a bigger person than me. I'm the first to admit you see. So you ask me what I think, I think Ann Coulter's got a cunt that stinks, let's engage her in debate, let's make her deny it. Chat on Meet the Press, announce it on Fox, Ann Coulter's got one stinky box, it wouldn't take much to get the country to buy it. I used to be disgusted, now I'm pissed, and I'm ashamed that it's come to this. Rush Limbaugh likes to suck pig dick, swine penis for Rush will do the trick and everybody knows Rumsfeld forces sex with tots. God bless the First Amendment I'd be sued for libel, George W. Bush masturbates to the Bible, and Condoleozza likes eating pussy a lot. There are some douches that'll never fail ya, less they come across Ann's genitalia. You take the low road, I'll take the lower road, you've met your match, I admit I get a kick talking 'bout Coulter's snatch. you take the low road, I'll take the lower road, I'll end the fight, every time you be looking at Ann you're thinking something don't smell right, right, right, RIGHT!
13.
Me and Jakie went down to the place, where the cops want to smash your face, where my fellow citizens are caught up in the chase, hey, hey, Civil Disobedience. Jakie grabbed a torch and burned down a building, seen the proprietor damn near kill him, later had the dental work to get his tooth filled in, hey, hey, Civil Disobedience. Jakie ain't political but I go nuts, Jakie likes to loot but I ain't got the guts, he says fight for what's right or else you are a putz, hey, hey , Civil Disobedience. Jakie thinks militant girls are hot, if they're pro-choice they might do it a lot, I can't vouch for him but he's the best I got, hey, hey, Civil Disobedience. Both me and Jakie got a problem with authority, especially authority that didn't win by majority, got the added impetus our cash is in minority, hey hey, Civil Disobedience. Jakie likes to run around throwing rocks and trash, stripping the police cars selling parts for cash, popping the trunk to see if they got a stash, hey, hey, Civil Disobedience. Jakie likes to run around with the picket signs, sometimes jail time avoiding ticket fines, one thing he can't abide is kissing their behinds, hey, hey, Civil Disobedience. We beat the opposition when we stole the riot gear, captured top positions and then we made it clear, we'll do a lot of damage and we'll cause a lot of fear, hey, hey, Civil Disobedience. We like to take the stimulants our focus then acute, you never can tell when the cops will snap and shoot, never on my gravestone, "He snoozed his ass is moot", hey, hey, Civil Disobedience. We fuck Republicans but think they're icky, talk of world conquest finally makes them sticky, you have to beg and beg to get your dick a licky, hey, hey, Civil Disobedience. Me and Jakie like dodging the gun, me and Jakie like to hit and run, we piss on politicians but it's all in good fun, hey, hey, Civil Disobedience. We got into politics to char and pillage, maybe we'll come visit in your bar or village, after our plunder time for serious chillage, hey, hey, Civil Disobedience.
14.
Where did my pills go? (gone) the bathroom doors locked tight (get the axe) the neighborhood it came awake with screaming in the night. (call 911) come here little fella (c'mere) I'll cook and you can play (not the kerosene) You and I are on our own, Mommy ain't talking today (mums the word) When you pulled the lamp down, (ka-boom) She smiled and swept the mess (whistle while you work) when you got into the paint, she yelled I must confess (only like a banshee) Then you flushed her jewelry (goodbye!) she watched it wash away (that was the straw) Daddy minds the baby, Mommy's M-I-A (that broke the Hamell's back) Then you shaved the kitty (me-frickin' -ow) Attached it's fur with glue (superglue) All across your face and chest you little rascal you (you need a shave) running naked through the streets (penis) the cops were called today (swat team) Mommy had a melt down, Mommy ain't talking today. Then you took some pictures, (polaroids) of Mommy in the bath (money shot) How precocious, you scanned that photograph (full frontal nude) sent it over the internet (old friends) shown from coast to coast (new friends) and a great big part of Europe, Mommy's comatose (out like a light). Playin' with the computer (send) you transferred all our funds, (broke as hell), we keep getting shipments of cereals and guns, (nice shooters), and your bride from Thailand (nice hooters), you're three what can I say, (nice work) I hope she does some laundry 'cause, Mommy wants to move away. (the farther the better), Mommy ain't talking today.
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Your Grandma and Grandpa, drank and drank, now that I'm a parent, I know why. That's just a taste of my wicked sense of humor, you'd better have one until you die. You'd better laugh, you'd better laugh, you'd better laugh until you die Your Grandma and Grandpa were married 50 years, then your Grandma lost her mind. Your grandpa killed her and then he killed himself so he wouldn't get left behind. you'd better love, you'd better love, you'd better love until you die. Your Grandpa once told me, when we were drunk, he didn't know nothing as a boy. And now he was 80, he still didn't know nothing, told me to slow down and enjoy. you'd better try, you'd better try, you'd better try, until you die.
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WHEELS PT 2 00:34
And the Wino on the bus goes glug, glug, glug, all through the town. Uncle Ray on the bus goes puke, puke, puke, all through the town.

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My complete frustration with the Bush administration and it's effect on America is the manifestation of this album. In many respects I think as I look back at this album, which I'm pretty proud of, I was doing a bit of self sabotaging. It was as intentionally confrontational as I could make it at the time. I'm talking about rioting, the president getting killed, patriotism run amok, my father's murder of my mother and his suicide, and Ann Coulter's smelly vagina ALL ON THE SAME ALBUM! How could this not have been a hit? I'm talking about oral sex and masturbation and finally, yup, the redeeming quality of love...it sank like a stone. But I'll say one thing, it's to Ani DiFranco's credit, as she produced the album, that she never ever in any way shape or form balked at what I was up too. I did hear her say once to the engineer, in a loving, joking manner as I was running through some songs in the other room, "What's he going on about now?!?"

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HAMELL ON TRIAL Austin, Texas

Hamell on Trial is loud, fast music informed by politics, intelligence and a wicked sense of humor.
1995-Mercury Records-Big as Life, The Chord is Mightier Than the Sword.
1997- Choochtown
2003-Righteous Babe Records-Tough Love
2005, Songs For Parents Who Enjoy Drugs.
2007-“The Terrorism Of Everyday Life,” (Edinburgh Fringe Herald Award)
2012-New West Records -The Happiest Man Alive.
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