Sour Mash

by Bowl of Dust & Co.

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released 08 January 2012
1st pressing: 30 Hand-Labeled Cassette Tapes on Teen River

All songs recorded live by Jake Acosta at Rumble Arts Center except for We Are Fed Up, recorded by Kyle Klipowicz at Occupy Chicago. Mixed and mastered by Kyle Klipowicz and Brian Lewis-Jones at Dowager Records.

Bowl of Dust & Co. Personnel:

Kyle Klipowicz - Guitar/Vocals
Brian Lewis-Jones - Trombone/Donkey Jaw/Vocals
Johnny D - Upright Bass/Vocals
Kyle Drouin - Drums/Vocals

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tags: acoustic agrarian country folk indie inspirational new americana old timey psychedelic satire soul Chicago

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Bowl of Dust is New Americana: organic arrangements of lush vocal harmonies and natural instrumental textures. Featuring ... more elements of R&B, Jazz, Country, Rock, and Folk traditions, the Chicago-based band is dedicated to freedom in an age of corporate serfdom and financial plutocracy.

Like prophesy but less accurate, Bowl of Dust's is a message of hope and love to the 99% during the New Depression. less

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Track Name: Day By Day
Day by day in every way
You're getting better and better.
Day by day in every way
You're growing more successful.

I went to a hypnotist
Thought he was a mentalist
Put his hands into my head.

He noticed I was competent
But not always so confident.
Listen to the words he said.
Track Name: The Dividends
I knock down blocks
Just to build 'em back up.
It don't matter if somebody
Underneath 'em gets crushed.

I sell sling shots to the kids
On both sides of the
Tracks to keep them in
A perpetual fight.

Oh it just makes sense
To keep our enemies incensed
And drain our tax dollars into defense
So that the dividends are dispensed.

When the armies and the leaders
And the contractors conspire,
They have the power to acquire
Whatever they desire.

When the dollar is dependent
On the price of energy,
We have to threaten our suppliers to
Protect our currency.

Oh it just makes sense
To keep our enemies incensed
And drain our tax dollars into defense
So that the dividends are dispensed.
Track Name: Pay Your Bills
The devil's got a ledger,
Keeps track of your cost.
No matter what the weather,
He collects your loss.

And you can try to be free,
But only LORD can pay your bills.

I paid him off in quarters,
Nickels, pennies, and dimes.
I sailed through troubled waters,
To escape the end of time.

And you can try to be free,
But only LORD can pay your bills.

I left my body at the station,
Was the end of my life's line.
Saw a face from every nation
Standing trial for their crimes.

And you can try to be free,
But only LORD can pay your bills.
Track Name: Apple Cheeks
Oh my sweet little Apple Cheeks
I'm so far away from ye.
Your smiling, shining face
Is all I ever wanna see.
But when you frown you know
It has the worst effect on me
You know it has
The worst effect on me.

Oh my sweet little Apple Cheeks
I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'm running to Chicago,
See what trouble I can brew.
But I can promise that if we
Both hold ourselves as true,
I'll double back and
Surely marry you.

Oh my sweet little Apple Cheeks
You've gone to New York City.
And all the guys you pass on streets
Shout out that you're so pretty.
But when they do I hope that you
Remember this little ditty,
As you're walking through the
Streets of New York City.

Oh my sweet little Apple Cheeks
I'm so far away from ye.
Your smiling, shining face
Is all I ever wanna see.
But when you frown you know
It has the worst effect on me
You know it has
The worst effect on me.
Track Name: Son of Katrina
People are prayin' for a hurricane
To rain down on Wall Street.

Bankers are takin' all the wealth
Of the nation with usury.

Not to name names but somebody's
To blame for all this misery.

From the Atlantic a storm of
Gigantic fiscal catastrophe.

Son of Katrina crush that skyscraper sky.
Reduce to rubble the investment bank pride.
Tropical cyclone fling that gold from your eye.
Out of the granite to the hurting world wide.

Category five provide for all the deprived.