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In My Pocket
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Spontaneous trance channelling hillbilly song-poem from Krifty the Night Poet, performed by the New Nairobi Trio
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Genre
Alternative • Experimental
Charts
Peak #577
Peak in subgenre #44
Author
Krifty the Night Poet
Rights
2005 Come Spot Records
Uploaded
June 08, 2005
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MP3 4.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Open stage night at the Faux Beatnik Coffee Café. A couple of the fellas from blueWank were going to try out some new stuff later, and had brought some of their crappy equipment. Before they could come on, Frank, Krifty the Night Poet, and the old Smeltmeister himself snuck onto the stage and improvised for about an hour. This is the first piece they performed. You can hear the tracking error on tape startup at the beginning. When I played her the tape the following morning, Krifty asked “when did you record that?” She had tranced out again, and had no idea she had performed the night before. That’s usually when she does her best work. That’s Frank himself on the keyboards, Krifty on Henry’s detuned 5-string guitar. The blueWank guys decided not to play. How could they follow that? And that’s the story of how The New Nairobi Trio was formed.
Lyrics
Can I tell my baby that you called? Can I tell my baby that you all? In my pocket I got some dreams, that’s all In my pocket I got some overalls There’s a kettle steamin’ on the stove In my head there is a heavy load I got to transfer it to my pocket And answer the goddamn phone Pick that broom up and sweep me a big pile Of dirt and crap and cat hairs all the while I’ll get the dust pan Bend over- now Put the Christmas tree away this evening Got me some fire crackers to light off It’s the fourth of July I’m just about to cry I’m just about to die That’s just about it That’s all you can do with a little metal pencil
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