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Ginger Binge and Friends

by Ginger Binge

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1.
Little Lucy, she's got the blues you see She's laying home in bed And she's thinking about Lincoln And what he gone said He told her he'd walk out the door If she didn't want his ring And the poor girl, 17-years-old She couldn't say a thing So Lincoln marched out the house Popping a pill, he let it out He said: Lucy, you've got the nerve to say absolutely nothing Lincoln walked back to his cabin In the nowhere Appalachians Dug his flask out, opened up the top And he had a revelation He would go down to his pastor And demand an explanation From the Lord above, why wouldn't Lucy love? And withdraw her reservations Lincoln marched out the house Took a swig of moonshine he let it out He said: Lucy, I'll have you one day and then you'll speak out to me Pastor Robbins poured a vodka collins He gave false hope to the boy He said: Lincoln try again maybe Lucy's looking for a clever ploy Win over her heart with surprise and sparks will surely fly for you tonight Pastor Robbins chugged the vodka collins everything began to blur Traveling with the passion of a man drunk from love and booze Lincoln raced toward Lucy's house at once He knew he couldn't lose The Lord was on his side tonight the pastor had paved the way But to his surprise the girl had died It was a suicide they say The letter she wrote had told the world She couldn't live without him It said: Lincoln I hope I see you again And we can live in harmony On the inside Lincoln died that day He became an atheist, a drunk, corrupt a womanizer, a dope smoker a heroin torturer. Strung out on regret, guilt and a love lost. Happy endings never seem to come.
2.
Little pretty people on Michigan Ave. Smiling cuz they're high-rising Every indication says they're not half bad I don't really know they're not inviting me To their party in their penthouse Christmas Eve Dainty dukes are smoking their cigarettes Men in top hats, women in short skirts Tawny hair and underwear and minds to clear What's exciting is they're inviting me To the cougar's den to come again and again and again There's a sun ahead... Telling me I'm not dead Alabaster cityscapes I feel high Like a Hancock on the north block Michigan in all its glam can sometimes be A one-way street without hands and feet Just to ride around and feel real rich There's a sun... Listen to the rain on your windowpane It's pulse is constant like your thumb And it feels like we've only just begun And what's going on is going on... There's a sun... Though the storm is ripe, the storm is tight Storm it might, but you are with me tonight
3.
There are flowers in the pavement, there are flowers in the park There are flowers in the pavement, but weeds in my hardened heart. Away, a walking city on a chill filled night The smell of perfume, the shimmering light I was pure blinded by the dark of the night A purse made of leather, a heart made of gold A warm hello turns from warmer to cold I was merely blinded, maybe a bit too bold There are flowers... I can't quite explain the way the rocks look at night A stroll on the lake, the darkening light Tell me now something: will I know when it's right? A blister from coldness, a frostbitten stare A grease-filled tinge rubbed me to bare I was rejected and I knew right then and there There are flowers... An ice cold coffee could finish me off A song, no worry, but is it enough? To write about problems that make me seem aloof Society I cry you give me some proof
4.
City Bus 02:47
Sitting on a city bus, a subway or a train It's only just the two of us our thoughts so insane To take a ride at night, it's time for a change But sometimes when you make a change it still feels the same I don't care if it takes all night I've got you by my side When I'm sitting on a city bus Waiting for the subway lights to take me on home Learning from the midnight sky everything I know I don't care... I don't mind waiting more, I'll pay the fair for you I can see you and I riding on more trains together Listening for silent sounds, records of life Finding it in dirty trains you know that you might Wish for a simple dream in the darkest of nights People say you're not alone but I don't think they're right
5.
I'm Not God 03:05
Oh my God where have you been? I've look around this crazy world for a long long time In alleyways and dim lit caves for my mastermind Oh my God... On battlefields in shady deals with chosen ones I've made my mark, had the spark and it's all gone It takes one to know one and I'm not God Oh my God... I've looked around this crazy world for a long long time In vacant lots I've thought a lot and I've served my time It takes one... Oh my God...
6.
Mercury 02:32
A friend of a friend she got shot in the heart/ By her bridesmaid from Wales, an out of town runaround /Everyone knew that she'd finally succumb to/ the temptation, aggravation - she put a gun to that maid a son of Norway, he made his way/ On a 25 foot ship, built by the people in it Sailing around all around town/ Till a binge with mercury landed him in insanity ~All of those crazy people doped up on mercury all they can say for themselves is I'm sorry, sorry, etc. / someone I knew had a Hebrew tattoo painted dead on his back / he planned out the grand attack / took 2 girls to a place they didn't wanna go...
7.
Eddie 02:10
Eddie's seen better times, he's fighting for his life The stains of old age are quite apparent He's seen his fair share of hard times Born in 1920 was a fresh and eager youth But alcohol abuse and trouble with the law Left him all locked up He's a wilting old man know one will lend him a hand old Eddie His last breath of air he'll soon be trash goodbye Eddie His career was long and successful He worked hard as staff at the high school But when his time came, he left that building And worked as a private consultant Had a tough time with his clients His clients busted Eddie for fraud But Eddie got out of it, he got out of it Eddie was always so suave He's a senile old man, nobody understands him, Eddie Flowers come soon, this man is through goodbye, Eddie I feel bad it had to end this way, it's been a long journey, Eddie It must be strange to lose himself It must be strange to lose yourself old Eddie, ba ba ba bah!
8.
Gypsy Baby 03:20
I see you on the street, want you on my seat I am a feat of engineering / Horse-powered V6 get in, my belt clicks - if you think you can survive me, drive me home You raise my RPMs, come on and bring your friends Listen to my stereo come on and hit the road If you think that I'm a scandal, there's no curve I can't handle. If you think you can survive me, drive me home ~ Your wheel's got me spinning around, leave the seat leave the ground. You're an acrobat, Gypsy Baby don't make a sound ~ Traffic is getting rough and I know you'll handle me tight. I wanna role all night. Get in, get in, etc...
9.
Ice Queen 04:38
In the far reaches beyond Neptune An ancient world lies trapped in frozen ruin The Ice Queen sings her lucid dreams To passing comets, bound for the Kuiper Belt Where all the sadness that the Solar System has ever felt Goes to freeze Climbing high above the clouds I've heard her siren song and I want to help her out And I think she'd spend a day with me down on planet earth - for what's it worth 40 years in a rocket Hearing the Ice Queen's siren song A space age century, no time is too long He reaches her and bids her come along 'I tell her Ice Queen, come along with me. We'd be happy, beautiful and free. I'd take you by the sea.' Opening the capsule door the Ice Queen screams and she is no more. And the Plutonium smoke explodes. Sent from 100 millions ago. We are not me or she or them or it. We are stardust making an exit (repeat) Ice Queen where did you go? No one gave me the memo You would suffer such a fate, the atmosphere would make you sublimate. I'm so lonely I'm gonna go back to your home, back to Pluto. Where I'll watch all the comets come and go One by one, soon, they'll all explode.
10.
I was singing a little song and the words they came out every single one of them. I was writing a little poem and my heart beat out every single bit of it. I was looking up at the sun and my eyes teared out, every single width of them. I was looking up at the sky and everything was well and all was right. Everything I believe I was looking up at the sky and everything was well and all was right. I was looking into your eyes and I saw a little bit of the light. I was looking into every one's eyes and I saw more bits of the light. And though it's not how like it was, there will always be our love from above. Everything I believe As the waves crashed down upon our backs I finally had the strength to just relax. I dreamed a lot about my plans and you tried your best to help me understand. I like to rush my life and cause a mess. But to give us time I know would be the best. And if it's meant to be then be it so. True love is like a seed it has to grow.

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After months of recording and years of songwriting, Ginger Binge is pleased to offer you a long play album. All tunes are original, dubbed 'cosmic Americana music.' Spread the music and help a Chicago band rise to the top.

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released July 29, 2011

Bob Spoerl, Ben Richmond, Brian Anderson, Mike Nickerson, Ryan Campbell, Andy 'Fingers' Eichholz, Dwayne Laughlin, Virginia Brown, Handwritten Recording, Zak Baker, Mike Cabellon

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Ginger Binge Chicago, Illinois

Ginger Binge is a musical collaboration of mostly Midwestern folk.

The music is cosmic Americana, part throwback, part psychedelic folk and part rock'n'roll.

At the center of the band is Bob Spoerl. Born with red hair, Bob gladly sprouts carrot-colored locks. Any artist who crosses Bob's path is baptized into the fire hair culture.
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