Delightful Demos

by Painless Parker

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released October 16, 2013

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Painless Parker Brooklyn, New York

Born under a barstool and raised by a pack of wild koalas, Painless Parker plays a mixed bag of country laments, sea shanties, murder ballads and classic rockers, filtered through a grimy, whiskey-stained punk lens. He's fluent in two languages, and can cuss in at least seventeen. He enjoys rabble-rousing, shindigging, booze drinking and merrymaking. ... more

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Track Name: Rich Man, I Ain't so Poor
Rich man, you look at my clothing
And the tumble-down shack I call home
You may thing that luck has forsaken me
And I reckon you'd not be alone
But these clothes are just fine for working
And the shack is a palace to me
For when I step inside, I greet with pride
a loving family

There's poverty of pocket
Of spirit, and of mind
The only wealth I care for
Is friendship so true and kind
This world has many a mystery
But one thing I know for sure
I'll never want for the needs of the heart
Rich man, I ain't so poor

Well I've never travelled in first class
In a big ship across the wide sea
Never rose the rails in a Pullman
A freight car is just fine by me
Just gimme my hat and my satchel
and a good walking stick in my hand
There are wonders to see when you're wandering free
Just a-ramblin' across this great land

There's poverty of pocket...
Track Name: East Jerusalem Blues
Lord I got them East Jerusalem blues
Oh Lord I got them East Jerusalem blues
I can't have it both ways,
I know I gotta choose
Oh Lord I got them East Jerusalem blues

I gotta let you go but I don't know how
I gotta let you go but I don't know how
I know I gotta quit you baby
But I don't wanna do it now
I gotta let you go but I don't know how

Cause if I leave you baby it'll tear my soul in half
If I leave you baby it'll tear my soul in half
This ain't no joking matter
So I'd rather you don't laugh
If I leave you baby it'll tear my soul in half

I try and try, but I just can't do you right
I try and try, but I just can't do you right
No tenderness between us
All we ever do is fight
I try and try, but I just can't do you right

All I want is to have you for myself
Baby all I want is to have you for myself
But if it can't be me,
It won't be nobody else
Baby all I want is to have you for myself


Lord I got them East Jerusalem blues
Oh Lordy Lord I got them East Jerusalem blues
I can't have it both ways, I know I gotta choose
Oh Lord I got them East Jerusalem blues
Track Name: Drinking with the Devil (rough demo)
Drinking with the Devil in an old ghost town
We been pounding shots since the sun went down, hey hey, hey hey
Honey won't you put on your Sunday dress
When you're drinking with the devil, you wanna look your best, hey hey
And I don't give a damn what the preacher man say
I'll be drinking with the Devil on Judgement Day

Drinking with the devil in an empty saloon
We raise our glasses to the harvest moon, hey hey, hey hey
Drinking moonshine whiskey from a broken cup
Don't need no watch to tell me my time is up, hey hey
And I don't give a damn what the preacher man say
I'll be drinking with the Devil on Judgement Day

Drinking with the Devil and it's plain to see
The very last round's gonna be on me, hey hey, hey hey
There ain't no saving my worthless soul
Put a quarter in the jukebox, play me some rock n roll, hey hey
And I don't give a damn what the preacher man say
I'll be drinking with the Devil on Judgement Day

Drinking with the Devil and I'm feeling swell
Me and ol' Scratch, we gonna raise some hell, hey hey, hey hey
So pour me a pint of that good old stout
Gonna keep on drinking till the bottom falls right out, hey hey
And I don't give a damn what the preacher man say
I'll be drinking with the Devil on Judgement Day
Track Name: Thousand Dollar Booze
Thousand dollar booze, thousand dollar booze,
All day long you're sipping on that thousand dollar booze,
Thousand dollar booze, you got thousand dollar booze,
All I got's a nickel and the Blues.

Some folks they drink whiskey, other folks drink wine
I don't know what you're drinking but it must be mighty fine
I got blisters on my fingers and holes in my shoes
You've got a townhouse and thousand dollar booze

Thousand dollar booze, thousand dollar booze,...

Some folks like a custom suit and some folks like the bling
I don't know if you're married but you wear a diamond ring
I used to have a c-note but I spent it on tattoos,
you've got a gold watch and thousand dollar blues

Thousand dollar booze, thousand dollar booze,...

Some folks drive a fancy car, and others fly a plane
I don't know where you come from but you didn't take the train
I got me a letter and it's probably bad news
You've got a Cadillac and thousand dollar booze

Thousand dollar booze, thousand dollar booze,...

Some folks like the country club, and others like the Met
If you've got friends in low places I haven't met 'em yet
I got no one to turn to and nothing left to lose
You've got bigger problems than that thousand dollar booze

Thousand dollar booze, thousand dollar booze,...
Track Name: Evil Genius
I'm gonna rule the world
I'm gonna do it right
I got a devious plot
I'm hatching it tonight
The satellites are rigged
The laser's fired up
No government can stop me
Your number is up

I deserve
To realize my dream
I deserve
To employ my evil scheme

'Cause I'm a genius
Evil fucking genius
Evil fucking genius
Evil fucking genius

My intellect is vast
1600 SAT
I'll beat you with my brains
Smack you with my PhD
Can't you see I'm smarter
Than you will ever be
Someone needs to take control
So make way for me

I deserve
To tell you what to do
I deserve
To impose my will on you

'Cause I'm a genius
Evil fucking genius
Evil fucking genius
Evil fucking genius

So cynical
Weary of the world
So critical
My voice will be heard

I deserve
To burn the free world down
I deserve
To invade your little town

'Cause I'm a genius
Evil fucking genius
Evil fucking genius
Evil fucking genius
Track Name: Second Hand
Everything I have was someone else's once before me
Everything I have is second hand
Everything I have belonged to someone else before me
Everything I have is second hand

The words that I say
The songs that I sing
The stories I tell and
The baggage that I bring

The clothes on my back
The shoes on my feet
The places I been to
The people I meet

Everything I have was someone else's once before me...

The books that I read
The sounds that I hear
The gods that I pray to
The demons I fear

The floors that I walk on
The bed where I sleep
The streets that I run through
The company I keep

Everything I have was someone else's once before me...

The land I was born in
The ground where I stand
The watch in my pocket
The dollar in my hand

The beat that I march to
The battles I fight
The causes I cling to
The sparks I ignite

Everything I have was someone else's once before me...

The kit that I carry
The rails that I ride
The roadmap that guides me
The holes where I hide

The sky up above me
The earth down below
Where it all started
I guess I'll never know

Everything I have was someone else's once before me...
Track Name: Damn Right the Working Class
Who made your Silver Cufflinks?
Who rolled your big cigar?
Who wired up your smatrphone?
who built your shiny car?
Who makes your lifestyle possible?
Who deserves the credit?
Damn right, the working class
And don't you dare forget it

Who mends your fighting trousers?
Who shines your wingtip shoes?
Who serves your Russian Caviar
And thousand dollar booze?
Who tends to all your comforts, tell me
Who deserves the credit?
Damn right, the working class
And don't you dare forget it

Who picks your whole bean coffee?
Who brews your fancy beer?
Who blends your pipe tobacco
And who lights your chandelier?
Whose labor serves your lush life,
Who deserves the credit?
Damn right, the working class
And don't you dare forget it

Who operates the railroads?
Who drives the taxi cabs?
Who fixes up the potholes
and who lays the pavement slabs?
Who gets you from point A to B?
Who deserves the credit?
Damn right, the working class
And don't you dare forget it

Who mines the earth for minerals?
Who cuts the forest trees?
Who plows the harvest fields
and toils in the factories?
Who keeps this country running, tell me
Who deserves the credit?
Damn right, the working class
And don't you dare forget it

Who's waiting for the trickle down
That never seems to come?
Who tries to stand up for their rights
And gets told to keep mum?
Who'll sing this song from dusk 'til dawn
Until you finally get it?
Damn right, the working class
And don't you dare forget it
Damn right, the working class
And don't you dare forget it!
Track Name: Left Hand Blues
There's words for folks like me,
That's what you always say
I had some words for you
But you took 'em all away

I try to say the safe word
But you dominate my discourse
Nobody can hear me
Even when I scream myself hoarse

You get to have your way,
why can't I have mine?
Why must you legislate
to make my life a crime?

We may not fit your definition
Ain't no cause to scream and shout
Your dictionary's lookin' dusty
Why don't you toss it out?

Now love it ain't a band thing
It sure beats fighting wars
Who I love's my business
And it sure as hell ain't yours

Ain't nobody's dirty business
How I love my baby
Nobody's business but my own.
Track Name: Captain Connor's Lament
Oh me name is Jim Connor, I’m a captain by trade
And a saltier skipper the Lord never made
I’ve plied me trade long and I’ve plied me trade well
But now I’ve the saddest of stories to tell

I captain the Riga, she’s a right sturdy ship
We’ve ferried the gentry on many a trip
Now she bobs like a cork in the bay of Dunkirk
Since that bastard Von Zeppelin put us all out of work

So make fast the bunt gasket, avast and belay!
The airships have taken out custom away
A man as no wings, he was not meant to fly
If we don’t get some business we’ll all starve and die

I wonder if they know, them as take to the sky
How when one when one trade does flourish, another one dies?
A man with no title, well he still can stand tall,
But a man with no work, he ain;t no man at all.

So make fast the bunt gasket...

Me first mate’s been drinkin’ the ship’s weight in gin
Me second mate lies a-wastin’ in an opium den
Me bosun does dishes at the Bottleneck Pub
And I’m singin’ for coppers to pay for me grub

It’s progress, they tell me, don’t stand in the way
So I while away the hours staring out at the bay
But I can’t help but wonder with each passing balloon
How they’d fare ‘gainst the steel of a well-aimed harpoon!

So make fast the bunt gasket...
Track Name: Dee Dee Ramone is Haunting Me
Dee Dee Ramone is haunting me
His Poltergeist won't let me be
And it's creeping me out
Yeah it makes me wanna shout
'Cause Dee Dee Ramone is haunting me
I'm questioning my sanity
I can't unwind
And I'm losing my mind

He comes around at night and hits me up for skag
Man, living with a junkie apparition is a drag
I can't get any sleep at all
His head is poking through my wall

Dee Dee Ramone is haunting me
His Poltergeist won't let me be
And it's creeping me out
Yeah it makes me wanna shout
'Cause Dee Dee Ramone is haunting me
I'm questioning my sanity
I can't unwind
And I'm losing my mind

Can't he just hang out in Hell
With G.G., Sid and Darby?
Instead he comes here
to possess my sister's Barbie
He's been denied eternal slumber
Now where'd I put the Ghostbusters' phone number?

Dee Dee Ramone is haunting me
His Poltergeist won't let me be
And it's creeping me out
Yeah it makes me wanna shout
Dee Dee Ramone is haunting me
I'm questioning my sanity
I can't unwind
And I'm losing my mind
No I can't unwind
And I'm losing my mind