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The Guilty Party

by Jon Patrick Walker

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1.
House On A Hill 03:17
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My Daddy’s wife don’t care where he went, he’s living down aunt Nina’s basement And momma lives in a burned-out mansion, with a guy looks like Charles Manson My keys once opened many doors, where I’m not welcome anymore It might look like we’re living free, but I know where I’d rather be… In a house on a hill With a cellar full of cheap red wine And the dog’s around the back somewhere And every damn thing inside is mine This key opened Katie’s door; I had to leave, don’t ask what for And Mary made this one for me, it was to be a permanent key But I tried to change my shape, tried to fit with her; all I got now is a piece of legal paper And here I am alone again, looking for that happy end In a house on a hill, where the kitchen smells like gingerbread And the mortgage has been paid in full And I can make it on my own I just need a little place to call my home Like a skeleton key, I’m just bones and rust, Left in a drawer just gathering dust But ‘left’ ain’t right, 'cause I put myself here There’s no one to blame but myself is that clear Ain’t gonna change to try to fit in, ain’t gonna lie to myself, it’s a sin Now you might think I’m living free, but I know where I’d rather be In a house on a hill With a cellar full of cheap red wine And the dog’s around the back somewhere And every damn thing inside is mine In a house on a hill Where the kitchen smells like ginger-bread And the mortgage has been paid in full And I can live there till I’m dead
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Country Meditation Monastery 03:07
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I was The Undertaker’s understudy If it wasn’t so tragic, man it would've been funny When the show closed, I went away I saved my money, man, for that day I boarded an aeroplane; And I landed at Heathrow in the rain; Took a bus to the country meditation monastery… You should've seen me, man, I was the Buddha-boy I didn’t wear shoes--I only ate soy I sat cross-legged and I did not speak I know it sounds spooky but I stayed like that for a week And then I boarded a jet-plane And I landed in Spain in the pouring rain Took a bus to the city where I met you for a café con leche And so The Undertaker’s understudy Was feeling mighty groovy, man it wasn’t even funny Peace and Love were in the air Like I could feel it everywhere And then you took me to a bull-fight The bull tried, but it wasn’t a fair fight The bull died, and I cried, and I wondered why As I looked up to the sky You turn me down, run me around You left your libido in the lost & found No-doz masquerade and I’m mental Be-bop jazz in the Café Central You’re telling me 2 & 2 is 5 Be lucky if I make it outta here alive No-doz masquerade and I’m mental Be-bop jazz in the Café Central Eleven days later we was running out of steam Too much red wine--too many bad dreams. Buddha-boy was running outta money It woulda been tragic if it wasn’t so funny And so you put me on a jet-plane And I landed at JFK in the rain; Took a bus to the subway station, A-train, Port Authority Where do you go when you want to get lost? What do you suffer when you pay the cost? How do you do it when you cannot get it done? Who you gonna call when your race is run? I boarded an aeroplane And I landed at Heathrow in the rain I took a bus to the country meditation monastery.
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Henderson Rose 04:54
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Henderson Rose was color-blind, in his dreams, in his mind But when he woke and saw the outside looking in Henderson rose up out of bed, and he scratched his aching head And Mister Rose declared, “On this day I shall sin.” Jennifer Rose, his loving wife, was all but left out of his life Yet she was practiced at the art of self-deception; She told him where to go, and what to do and who to know But she was lonelier than he could ever imagine Henderson Rose put on his clothes, and tied his shoes and blew his nose And said, “I’m off, dear, I’ll get coffee at the station” He went out to his car and popped the glove-box and lit a cigar And he said, I am free, I am free, Oh, Jennifer, I’ll never see your face again Jennifer Rose found his note inside a pocket of her coat And she sat down where she stood upon the floor But 15 minutes on, it hit her, Henderson is gone And she said, “I will never see your face again I won’t ever hear you laughing at me, you won’t see me cry You will never look into these eyes I’ll pretend you never lived, if you pretend that I have died" “Dear Mrs. Rose, I don’t suppose you will understand my leaving For I know you love me like I used to love you But that was then and this is now and I know you’ll pull through somehow And I am free…I am free… Oh, Jennifer I know that this is right for you and me.” I am free, I am free…Oh, Henderson, on this we can agree
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Miss You Mama 03:26
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I hung your rings upon the altar here And gave your clothes away There are some things I want to tell you, dear But don’t have the words to say I hung your picture on the wall today Was an old Kodachrome. A pretty girl is running ‘cross a field I think she’s heading home I miss you, mama But I know it was your time And I want you to know now, mama That I’m doing fine I hung a wreath upon your door And slipped your keys inside I probably won’t come ‘round here no more Wish that I could fly… I miss you, mama, and I feel you by my side I just really miss you, mama Guess I’ll see you on the other side See you on the other side See you on the other side I hung my head the day you slipped away Was oh so beautiful Don’t guess there’s anything that’s left to say I will always love you
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The Ballad of Jesus Jones 04:55
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The butterfly distracted all the actors at the pageant The bitter disappointment on their faces was just tragic The magic show was more than just a bluff, it was deceiving The mostly unwed mothers left the hall still unbelieving The hapless hypnotist she was haranguing me for dough I handed her a hard-boiled egg and flapped my wings to go Simple Simon grabbed me by the shoes and said, “Surprise” Grandpa seemed a bit put off by the pennies on his eyes Outside the sun was blinding and the buildings were oblique I could not find a taxi-cab and had to take a leak Grandpa took me by the hand and led me down the road We stopped outside a prison wall, I thought I might explode And at the gates, an unruly mob had assembled to tear it all down Simon said, “Grandpa, watch your head” I was whistling “Tears of a Clown.” Jesus Jones was jamming on his banjo in the joint While everyone outside the wall wailed and missed the point Up against the wall I found relief with trepidation The closed-circuit cameras were tuned in to my station Something had to give that day and someone to receive I decided then and there to suspend my disbelief Someone passed a bottle round, a lady spun a shot-gun A hobo passed out business cards to anyone who’d take one And when at last it seemed the drunken mob would soon disperse The actors and the bad magician drove up in a hearse “We’re here,” they cried; Grandpa sighed, “I’ve seen this one before” The show was just beginning so I lay down on the floor A spotlight hit the stage and now the Prologue had begun A boy stood all alone, and sang a song for everyone Jesus tried to harmonize but found it cast a pall Grandpa said, “He’ll soon be dead,” and I said, ”Won’t we all…” Just then, the boy forgot the words and ran off into the night Simon smiled, said, “He’s only a child” I said, “I guess he’s scared of the light” The Butterfly Fandango was a calculated flop The bellicose magician was a devotee of hip-hop The undertaker’s over-acting gave us all the blues While Simple Simon said Surprise and grabbed me by the shoes But away I flew Nothing more to do Trying to get back to you Meanwhile Jesus Jones was seeing visions in the sky The word YES was written in a cloud, and now Jones was on the outside.
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Should I Go Home 03:48
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You’re the Jules to me Jim, the juice in my jam You’re the skinny in me slim, water in my dam The egg in me breakfast, the pep in my pill I don’t deserve you but then nobody will. Was it nature or nurture how you turned out cool The arbiter of good and plenty nobody’s fool I’ll ask you one more time, then I’ll leave you alone Will you take me back now baby, Or should I go home You’re the Bonnie to me Clyde you put the hip in my hop The leave in my don’t go, you put the flip in my flop The topping on my pizza-pie the soak in my mop If this don’t make no sense to you just tell me, I’ll stop Was it coincidental, or purely by chance Did I make the right connection by the seat of my pants I’ll ask you one more time and then I’ll leave you alone, Will you take me back now baby or should I go home I wanna be your man, try to understand Tell me what to do…oh, oh, oh I wanna be your man, baby… gotta understand Just tell me what to do, or are we through You’re the sound of one hand clapping, you’re the ace in my deck The Misty Mountain Hopper, yeah the pay in my check; You’re super, gal, you’re fragile, mystical majesty You’re iambic pentameter in my poetry Was it self-referential when you sang it off-key Something that you said, or was it all about me I’ll ask you one more time, and then I’ll leave you alone Will you take me back, now baby Say yeah yeah yeah Say, yeah, yeah, yeah Just give it to me straight—don’t make wait Do I got a date, or is it my fate Should I go home?
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My Funny Vaporizer 04:39
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Wake up sleepy head. Time to get out of bed All your hopes and dreams are dead…No, that’s only in your head. Wake up sleepy dreamer, there’s coffee and there’s creamer Your girlfriend’s gone, your head’s a mess, yes, yes, yes, yes— Yes… Oh Yes… Say Good morning to an empty bed, say good morning to a noisy head Say good morning to a creeping sense of dread Say good morning to an empty space, where once your heart had its place Say good morning to your 40 year old face Say good morning to your only defense, the only thing left that makes any sense, Or Say good morning to moving back with your parents I got my vaporizer, my feelings neutralizer My Anger-Cruise capsizer, my funny Vaporizer I got my vaporizer, my brain-wave hypnotizer My pain and stifled rage disguiser, my funny vaporizer I’m gonna vaporize my sorry self, vaporize that girl Vaporize the heart she broke, vaporize this whole damn world Vaporize the politicians, vaporize the priests Vaporize the human condition, vaporize for sweet relief I don’t know where she thinks she’s going, I’m gonna have the last laugh So listen good, I won’t repeat this fitting epitaph: I’m gonna be fine, never fear Cause I’m making the world disappear…like she weren‘t never here I got my vaporizer, my automatic sympathizer My catatonic supervisor, my funny vaporizer I got my vaporizer, my ego super-sizer My girlfriend’s gone and I despise her, I love you, vaporizer When she left she took my heart but I don’t want it back I got no use for all that noise: I see a red door, I want it painted black She ain’t real, she’s insubstantial, like a ghost in a play And I never wore that sweater she gave me for Christmas anyway If I see her out somewhere, like at a party I won’t know that it’s her Because I got my vaporizer, my funny vaporizer… I’m gonna be fine, never fear Cause I’m making the world disappear…
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Pour Some Sugar On Me 03:59
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I write you love letters, you never reply I call you in the day-time in the middle of the week When extra long-distance charges apply You keep saying you miss me, but darling I haven’t found a clue You got to give it to me straight, I’m begging, please don’t make me wait Is you sweet talking me, baby, or is it true Pour some sugar on me I wrote you a poem of love, and then I sent it down the line Will it reach you? I don’t know Will it teach me to take it slow And hold on just a little bit to what is mine Cause I’m boozy and weepy, God, I’m so sleepy I’m maudlin and lazy, it’s driving me crazy Pour some sugar on me Three a.m. in the middle of the night I’m crying in my beer, I’m all alone No politician could put a good spin on the sorry condition I am in So won’t you throw this puppy dog a bone Cause I’m boozy and weepy, I’m so sleepy I’m maudlin and lazy, it’s driving my friends crazy. Pour some sugar on me Pour some sugar on me
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Foday Bojang (Friended Me) 03:25
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I don’t know where he lives but I know he’s a farmer I know what he looks like but I don’t know what he say But Foday Bojang he wants to be my friend Said, he wants to be my friend in the worst way I don’t know where he's from, I don’t know where he's going I don’t know if he's married single straight or if he’s gay But Foday Bojang he wants to be my Friend He wants to be my Friend let there be no delay Foday Bojang friended me Foday Bojang, he likes me too Foday Bojang he friended me the other day I got friended by Foday Bojang I don’t know if he's good I don’t know if he's a shyster I don’t know if he's living off the land or on the lam But Foday Bojang he wants to be my friend Said, he wants to be my friend, might be some kind of scam Foday Bojang friended me Foday Bojang, he likes me, too Foday Bojang he friended me the other day I got friended by Foday Bojang Foday Bojang He say, "Confirm me confirm me confirm me confirm me" I said "Later oh, later oh, later oh, later" He say, "Confirm me confirm me confirm me, (just friend me!)" He say, "Tell me that you’ll do it now" I don’t know where he lives, but I know he’s a farmer I know what he looks like but I don’t know what he say I don’t know where he's from I don’t know where he going I don’t know if he's married single straight or if he’s gay, but Foday Bojang he friended me Foday Bojang he likes me too Mister Bojang got seven other friends, yeah I got friended by I got friended by I got friended by Foday Bojang I’m saying that I got friended by Foday Bojang
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Change My Mind 03:32
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Homeless woman walking nowhere Broken back and falling hair Woman don’t got no place to stay… This world’s a mess any old way Hopeless man he’s working nowhere Too much debt too sick to care He don’t got nothing to make or do This way of life don’t work for me or for you I seen this world and I’ve had enough Don’t feed me no line ’Cause you ain’t gonna make me change my mind. Helpless child crying out for more-- It’s dog-eat-dog in this world, that’s for sure Well, we tell ourselves there ain’t no other way to be All is One, if we could only see I’ve seen this world and I’ve had enough… Don’t feed me no line ’Cause you ain’t gonna make me change my mind I tried avoiding the papers And the nightly news Every single thing they was saying Designed to give me the blues People, it’s time to stop playing We got no time to lose, no, no. Gold Man sacks his employees The bottom fucking line is all that he sees The house of cards is gonna all fall down… A hard rain’s a-coming-coming coming down on this town... Coming down on this town…Don't go downtown Come together, come together, come together
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Hopie Song 02:33
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Hopie I love you, you know that it’s true... 'Cause I always tell you, does it ever get through Hopie, I love you, this ain’t no lie Hopie, believe me, don’t make a man cry Hopie, my baby, my sugar, my sweet You are the one make my life complete Hopie I’m coping, I’m just trying to survive Hope, ain’t no joking, feels like I’m on borrowed time But then when I see you, I just gotta sing Cause don’t you know it, Hopie, you’re my everything Oh, Hopie my baby, my honey my lamb, On my bread and butter, you’re my gooseberry jam Baby, play! Hopie my baby, my sugar my sweet You are the one make my life complete Hopie I love you, you know that it’s true Cuz I always tell you, does it ever get through Hopie I love you, and this ain’t no lie Oh, Hopie believe me, don’t make a man cry Hope you’re my melody, the song that I sing Hopie you know you’re my ev’rything Hopie you know you’re my ev-erything Oh, Hopie you know you’re my everything

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released March 5, 2013

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Jon Patrick Walker Brooklyn, New York

Jon Patrick Walker made his professional stage debut at the age of eight, and has been a working actor for twenty-five years, appearing in film, television, and on- and off-Broadway. Since 2011, Jon has also been writing and recording music. His debut album, 2013’s The Guilty Party, was recorded in Nashville. Jon’s latest, 2016’s People Going Somewhere was recorded in Brooklyn, New York. ... more

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