Have a Good One

by Samuel Windmill

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1.
You were the man who kept the music playing And I just heard that you've gone away There's only one thing that I can say Have a good one, my friend (3x) I only wish I'd have known you better But then again, what the hell? The discs I bought from you, I'll treasure always So have a good one, my friend (3x) This world needs more folks like you in it Thinking free and being independent It'll always be an inspiration to me So have a good one, my friend (3x) Have a good one, my friend (3x)
2.
02:24
Staying inside, while the sun goes black I feel so run down The light outside has changed And I feel so run down So run down, under the weather So run down Broke and unfulfilled I feel so run down Lots of time to kill But I feel so run down So run down, and out of shape Feel so run down I feel so run down, today
3.
Blitzkrieg raging tonight, in the sky Even though it's long past the fourth of July I don't really care to know the reason why And the cat won't come inside She does what she likes, that's what I like This is how my night begins After being stuck in Not sure what the folks in charge are thinking at the job Too much freight coming too fast off of the dock If we cannot store this food, it's all gonna go to rot This is what I've come to expect The leaders of this crew are feckless And most certainly reckless In their pursuit of gain
4.
Seen this god-man on my TV Preaching the gospels of wealth and prosperity If you want all this, he says All you have to do is listen to me Follow the honeypot down to the end And it's all mine, god's and mine Seen this god-man on my TV Destruction and sheer devastation As far as the eye can see He just shrugs his shoulders and says "They couldn't be all that they could be" Follow the honeypot down to the end And it's all mine, god's and mine All god's and mine I seen this god-man on my TV He was preaching the gospels Of wealth and prosperity But what if that's just not what motivates me? (I ask, foolishly) Follow the honeypot down to the end And it's all mine You know it's all mine, all god's and mine All god's and mine
5.
The people upstairs Seem to have come from nowhere I don't know what to think The little Italian lady She screams in my face I don't know what to feel She's speaking in tongues I don't know what she sees But it seems to have something To do with me It's anybody's guess as to What it all means A cloud of confusion hangs over me The people upstairs They don't go anywhere They hardly even answer their door I don't recognize The spirits they praise But it seems to be all that they do And it frightens me And it keeps me up at night They don't use lamps They only have candlelight I still don't know About what they pray I just don't know what to say The people upstairs I don't want 'em there But at the same time, I'd like to find out What are they hiding? And what brought them here? Up in the room above mine And she screams in my face The language, I can't understand And then the older lady Quickly grabs her hand And they go back upstairs Shut themselves away from the world A cloud of confusion still hangs over me
6.
04:37
Goin' down to Kansas City Gonna start all over again "Hi mom, I'm doing just fine" "I just need some time to find myself, y'know?" Goin' down to Kansas City Gonna start all over again "Hi mom & dad, I'm doing just fine" "I just need some time alone, away from it all, you know" "I just need some time to find myself" "Hi mom & dad, I'm doing just fine, really" "I just need some time alone, go away for awhile, you know?" "I know how to type now..."
7.
01:50
And I think his name is Carlos He's got me where I stand He's stolen my name That's why I keep this knife in my pants And I think his name is Carlos And I know he can't have gone far Look at this son, look at it a minute It looks just like his cigar And that's all that he told me It's all I can recall right now Where did I put that clipping? Oh yeah, I think I might have thrown it out
8.
It always amazes me These law and order types I just cannot understand How someone could be so uptight They've just got to prove That they're right, now Fighting a battle Existing only in his mind Against the forces of disorder Terror, drugs, and crime And they're always Sneaking up from behind He's the toughest sheriff In the whole damn USA He loves to let you know That he's going to make you pay If you happen to cross him The wrong way Wannabe Auschwitz guard With a hard-on for pain And woe be to you, my friend If Sanchez is your name Perverting justice For personal gain I don't get along too well With these law and order types Can't stand their dime-store displays Of power and might Or their need to prove That they're right, now Compassion, empathy Just weakness in their eyes And you're not a real man Unless you join them in their fight Seeing the world only in Black & white
9.
04:22
When we came from the Emerald Isle We were starving and filthy and strange When we came to the land of opportunity There were some who just spat in our face It was all ancient history By the 20th century But the point is It coulda been you or me Hated and feared, and despised and vilified Every night on the TV When we came from the Emerald Isle They said our men were all drunken boors When we fled from the terror and hunger They said our women were sluts and whores And t'was all ancient history By the 20th century But the point is It coulda been you or me Hated and feared, and despised and vilified Every night on the TV And now there are those who pipe up and say "The Irish were persecuted too!" But only to justify their ignorance And myopic, misinformed views Don't you talk about our plight And turn your back on a brother Or a sister, just because they are brown or black Or if they don't have the right papers Or they're from a country That you are afraid of If you tell them to go back You're no friend of mine And I have no words for you that are kind When we came from the Emerald Isle Our skin was as white as snow But still, we were treated like garbage And the reason why, did you know? We were not yet "the white race" The concept was different then Not like the way it is now And yes, it's only a concept For the comfort and use of Those who've got nothing else To be proud of, other than the fact That their skin is white as snow
10.
06:19
Fall down flat in Podunk Fall down flat on my face Cactusbitch, stop singin' that song Fall down flat in Podunk Fall down flat in ol' McDonald's Cactusbitch, stop singin' that song And my feet are freezin' up so bad Heavy metal peglegs they've become But onto greener pastures, I walk, here I come Eaten up both of my shoes Here in Jacketstown Or maybe Jacketsville Either way, the rich cunts play This is GVJ town We don't like your black leather jacket We don't like your kind 'round here This feels like hell, and I mean real hell Contempt and hatred keep me warm inside That girl wants her man to eat her out so bad And there's no doubt he will oblige Officer Billy likes to play His trombone like it's the World Trade Center falling to the ground You know that Billy wants to raise Little boys and girls who will sing the praises Of the Bureau that gives him pay He never said a curse word in his life The Censorship Bureau tells him wrong from right He's got so many medals, they all shine so bright For stomping on the heads of those who are non-white I don't know where to make my way These towns all look the same Stuck here in the USA (Under Savage Assault) The rednecks bray, the rich cunts play They just had an election today President Hartford, USA He said to me, "they elected that sumbitch, they won't take me alive" Presses the shotgun 'neath his chin He pulls the trigger and lives, I've never seen anyone that pissed off I stop and stare, then back away
11.
Oh my dear, now I'm behind the wheel Trying to stay on that even keel One mistake, and I could be dead How am I supposed to feel? Now I'm behind the wheel Now I'm...behind the wheel I studied the manual best as I could Everyone I knew told me that I should One mistake, and I could be in hock How am I supposed to feel? Now I'm behind the wheel Now I'm...behind the wheel It all costs too much, and I am loathe to be In humble acquiescence to this car supremacy One mistake, and it could be bad How am I supposed to feel? Now I'm behind the wheel Now I'm...behind the wheel Yes I'm...behind the wheel

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Recorded at home with a Blue Snowball microphone and Audacity software, between September and November 2017.

Dedicated to Kirk Michael Walther (1956-2017), founder and owner of Iowa City's only independent record store (Record Collector).

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released November 1, 2017

Samuel Windmill-lead vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar (tracks 6 and 7), bass guitar (tracks 6 and 10), harmonica (track 1)

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Samuel Windmill Coralville, Iowa

Samuel Fraser Windmill (born June 3, 1995) is an artist, musician, author and film maker currently living in Coralville, Iowa. A songwriter in some form or another since he was a toddler, and an artist of all kinds for just as long, his musical career began for all intents and purposes when in late 2010, at age 15, he met Detrell Smith (later of Other Band) and formed The Tea Party Fascists. ... more

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