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Life Is Soup. I'm A Fork.

by Eric Kiefer - Wordsmith and Troubadour

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1.
Groin Ship 03:04
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Come and take a trip, come and take a trip on the Groin Ship The passenger’s equipped, the passenger’s equipped it’s the Groin Ship There’s something on your lip, there’s something on your lip it’s the Groin Ship It’s dangling from my hip, it’s dangling from my hip it’s the Groin Ship Come along down it’s a fine fine evening for a night lost and drunk at sea Just appreciate the sound of your inner demon reeling, if you want to you can come on with me Please don’t bite the tip, please don’t bite the tip off my Groin Ship Sit back and let ‘er rip, Sit back and let ‘er rip upon my Groin Ship Tighten up your grip, tighten up your grip on the Groin Ship Get kinky with that whip, get kinky with that whip upon the Groin Ship Come along down it’s a fine fine evening for a night lost and drunk at sea Just appreciate the sound of your inner demon reeling, if you want to you can come on with me Whoa – whoa won’t you come along? Whoa – whoa won’t you come along? Whoa – whoa won’t you come along? Whoa – whoa won’t you come along?
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Lone Wolf 03:46
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‘Neath the Southern Cross the truth is evident The Lone Wolf prowls the wooden mount He knows a full moon’s much more radiant Then any stranger’s smile that he can count And all the glory – is in the prowl And lying single under starry skies A classic story of the here and now He can’t forget it though you know he tries Lone Wolf gettin’ just plain lucky up in old Kentucky where he don’t give a fuck-y Licking frost in the great sub-zero where he’s never had a boss he’s a true soul hero Tough night and a tougher existence with a chill downright and a cruel indifference One growl and the forest trembles how the world resembles what he howls The distant memory that his hunger brings No time for dreams of caviar When the morning smiles on simple things You know exactly who you are He knows a pack is just a heavy dream You carry naked on your back His friends are never really what they seem So cut this driftin’ dog some slack Lone Wolf gettin’ just plain lucky up in old Kentucky where he don’t give a fuck-y Licking frost in the great sub-zero where he’s never had a boss he’s a true soul hero Tough night and a tougher existence with a chill downright and a cruel indifference One growl and the forest trembles how the world resembles what he howls Aoooohhhhh – it’s the Lone Wolf In this semblance of a country home, hear him howl…
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More Pork Sausages 02:55
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Well he came one day, morning rush had died away and the clock was ticking just past noon Had the devil in his eye and his blood was made of rye and he jangled out of focus into view Well he sat down at the table and he gave a look to Mable and a smile on his face a-slowly spread “Aint no need for a menu, didn’t mean to offend you” – And this is what that crazy fucker said… More pork sausages – I want more pork sausages More pork sausages – I want more pork sausages More pork sausages – I want more pork sausages More pork sausages – I want more pork sausages I want four bloody Marys and a tray of Rangoon crepes A pot of steaming coffee and a pair of fruited grapes I’ll take a chopped up lemon and a phone to make my calls It’s a psychic anchor, I love breakfast best of all Some corned beef hash with some chiles diced and fine And an eight ball of cocaine busted up into some lines I need a large Spanish omelette and a slice of key lime pie And a pocket full of amyls just in case I up and die Gimmie half a pound of bacon and the Sunday New York Times I’ll need all my mail and messages to muddle while I dine I need a notebook for planning and some tunes to fill my head I’ll eat the whole thing naked and then I’ll stumble back to bed – but first… More pork sausages – I want more pork sausages More pork sausages – I want more pork sausages More pork sausages – I want more pork sausages More pork sausages – I want more pork sausages
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Wonder Wander 05:28
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They say that true believers can walk right through a fiery ring A reprobate has blundered through the garden of the constipated king A platypus has chewed upon the frankincense I knew that you would bring A sojourn to the city is the impetus that makes me want to sing I watch you wonder wander, I wonder do you watch my wander-wonder? We might be dancing while the ground beneath us burns We might be celebrating point of no return A little secret for the chronically nocturne There ‘aint a lesson taught that cannot be unlearned Caught in the middle cut loose on the fiddle rent myself a riddle got grits on the griddle Pour myself another look out for my brother get lost in the motherland life on the other hand Temple of the old knight try to get the chords right picking off the parasite fire on the dynamite Going for a joyride kick it to the curbside pie-eyed French fried poolside blow dried – Louie’s got the gout Louie’s got the gout…
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How Dry I Am 01:20
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Evil Eye 04:08
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They notice when you’re preaching, on a soapbox in the park They notice when you’re surfing, on your computer in the dark I never thought I’d live to see, the Evil Eye a-grow so strong They’re with you when you’re hungry, and steal a melon from a stand They’re with you when you’re writing, to make their censoring demands I never thought I’d live to see, the Evil Eye a-grow so strong They’re the ones that call at dinner, when there’s silence on the line They’re the roving wire virus, and they’ll handle you just fine I never thought I’d live to see, the Evil Eye a-grow so strong They’ve got cameras in the treetops, and cameras pointing through the smog They’ve got infrared detectives, up in heaven next to God I never thought I’d live to see, the Evil Eye a-grow so strong Nowhere to run… Nowhere to hide…
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Funktion 03:42
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What’s the function of a bar without the booze? What’s the function of a childless papoose? What’s the function of a song without a muse? What’s the funktion? What’s the function of a phone without a dial? What’s the function of a fuck without a smile? What’s the function of a Spartan self-denial? What’s the funktion? What’s the function of a light without a switch? What’s the function of a scratch you cannot itch? What’s the function of a miser being rich? What’s the funktion? What’s the function of a cat without a tail? What’s the function of an address without mail? What’s the function of a joint you don’t inhale? What’s the funktion?
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House Of The Rising Sun 03:13
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The fourth album from Eric Kiefer, “Life Is Soup, I’m A Fork” is an unabashed celebration of the weird and dumb.

Those familiar with his idiotic anthem “Groin Ship” – a crowd favorite from his college days – will appreciate his new lineup of whimsical ballads, each with a strange-yet-satisfying hook that will leave you scratching your head… laughing… or humming along like a fiend.

Tracks include a toe-tapping celebration of solitude (“Lone Wolf”), an enigmatic rock-and-roll oddity (“More Pork Sausages”) and a couple of carefully curated, re-envisioned public domain tunes.

“Life Is Soup, I’m A Fork”: it’s music that you didn’t know you need to hear.

All songs written, performed and mixed by Eric Kiefer (BMI), except “How Dry I Am” (with lyrics and melody by Irving Berlin) and “House of the Rising Sun” (traditional folk song).

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released November 22, 2021

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Eric Kiefer is an award-winning writer, modern-day troubadour and 15-year factotum. Learn more about the artist and download awesome stuff at www.TheKiefer.com

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