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Escape From the Meat Market

by The Whiskey Predicament

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1.
G-------------------------------A-------------------------------------C I don't care what I do today, I don't care how I have to pay ------------------------------G----------------------------- I'll laugh at anything, long as you see my feet are going G----------------------------------A------------------------------------C I don't care how I have the right, no matter who I have to fight -------------------------------G---------------------------- I'll laugh at anything, long as you see my feet are slowing G------------------------------------ Saturday comes, it's much too dear, ---A-------------------------------- to spend it doing anything here ---C---------------------------------- I'll take it on back, tomorrow I'll see, ---G------------------------------ just why you're looking so sparkly ----G------------------------------- And all those barbecuing fools, ----A---------------------------------- will march out of their swimming pools ---C------------------------------------- Diswayed when they see you and me, ----G---------------------------- this lovely secret community G------------------------A----------------------------------C Now give it all to me, don't you live in poverty, ---------------------------G----------------------- don't you we don't know, we don't need a reason G--------------------------------A-----------------------------------C And when you take my hand, don't say anything so grand -------------------------------------D----------- Just say anything.. anything.. Anything!! G---------------------------------------- Saturday comes, we'll drink some beers, ------A----------------------------------- That debonair flair, we'll keep it right here ------C----------------------------------- When everybody stares tomorrow I'll know ----G----------------------------------------- just what about this just makes me glow and G-------------------------- All those barbecuing fools ----A----------------------------------- will march out of their swimming pools ---C---------------------------------- Displaced when they see you and me -----G------------------------------- And aren't you looking so smiley? G--------------------------A------------------------------------C--- Now give it all to me, but don't give anything for free -------------------------------------G----------------------- Don't you, we don't know, we don't need a reason G---------------------------------A-------------------------------C---- And when you take my hand, don't say anything too grand --------------------------------------D---------- Just say anything.. anything.. Anything!
2.
-----------Em-----------------------------------------------Am----- Well it's Christmas Eve in the Minnesota flats off Highway 94 ----------------------D----------------------------C----------- You got these two scrubby chums in the St. Paul slums ------------------Em----------------------- And they're looking for a Christmas score --------------Em---------------------------------------------- Well the room is bare, cause you know nobody cares enough ---------Am------------------- to hang those stockings here --------------D---------------------C------- But the colored lights, are a dream tonight -----------Em--------------- It's a Disco Christmas year. <chorus> -----------------Em---------------------------------------------- And all the snow is gonna show, and the winds are gonna blow --------------Am-------------------- With a little knock on the door -----------------------D-------------------------C Well Santa makes the drop, and it's all they got -----------Em--------------- It's a Disco Christmas score! -----------------Em---------------------------------------------- And all the snow is gonna show, and the winds are gonna blow --------------Am-------------------- With a little bag of Christmas cheer -----------------------D-------------------------C And when the sleigh bells ring, it's a dirty thing -----------Em--------------- It's a Disco Christmas year! Well, there ain't no presents, tree or guests or turkey here to see Just a whiskey fifth, and a Christmas list With the only one thing they need And they hope that Santa's Mustang travels safely through the night Though the thrill is gone, but the itch is strong They're gonna scratch this Christmas right <chorus> This feel good Santa skips the chimney, and gives the door a rap But this denim-wear and the stringy hair, has got that feel good Christmas sack And these scrappy chums in the St. Paul slums, that prayed for snow in here Good tidings nigh, catch a holiday high It's a white Christmas this year <chorus>
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(Capo on fret 8) G----------------------------------------------------------------Em Would you turn your back on the thrill of the open road? ---------------C-------------------D----- With your brothers lighting cigarettes, ----------G-----------------D in the shining sun so bold G------------------------------------------------------------Em But would you play your tunes in empty halls for dimes? --------------C----------------------------D----- Fighting hunger pains with the Mary Jane now, G-------------------D just to pass the time C-----------------------------------------------------G And the local drunks will fight you just for fun C----------------------------------- And the van is smelling poorly from G-----------------------D the sweat of everyone ------------------------G-----------------------------------Em But would you step into the thrill of the open road? C D G <chorus> ------------C-------------D------------------G-------------------Em And it's just like the nightime, it'll turn you drunk and fighting ----------C---------------------D-------------------G in the rain, and leave you bleeding on the floor --------------C--------------D------------G---------------------Em And it's just like the ocean, it'll crash and leave you broken --------Am-----------------D-------------------------G--C--G But somehow you're better than you were before G----------------------------------------------------Em Would you dive into a love that wouldn't last? ------------------C------------------D----- Would you mope away on a future day, -------G---------------D still living in the past? ---------------G------------------------------------------Em Would you jump into a love with star-crossed fears? ----------------C-----------------------------D---------- Would you hold her tight when the end was right there, G---------------------D ringing in your ears C--------------------------------------------G And you feel so empty sleeping all alone -------------C------------------------------- And you curse the day when you cast away --------G--------------------------D your best friend from your home ---------------------G-----------------------------------Em But would you jump into a love that wouldn't last? C D G <chorus> And it's just like the nightime, it'll turn you drunk and fighting in the rain, and leave you bleeding on the floor And it's just like the ocean, it'll crash and leave you broken But somehow you're smarter than you were before G------------------------------------------------------Em Would you occupy the streets of Oakland now? ------------------C---------------------D Would you declare yourself American --------G------------------D Dissatisfied and proud! ------------------G-----------------------------------------Em Would you march into that park to fight those banks? -------------------C---------------------------D--- Would you bend your knees when security starts G------------------D calling in the tanks? -----------------C-------------------------------G And they'll headlock you for saying anything ------------C---------------------------- And the pepper spray will blow this way ---------------G-------------------D And your eyes get red and sting ---------------------G------------------------------------Em But would you occupy the streets of Oakland now? C D G <chorus> And it's just like the nightime, it'll turn you drunk and fighting in the rain, and leave you bleeding on the floor And it's just like the ocean, it'll crash and leave you broken But somehow you're stronger than you were before
4.
Chords: E A D A E A D A E (repeat all the way through) I see you through the looking glass, through the jokes and the jive and the rat-pack class I see you through the looking glass, through the looking out glass I see! I see you in the morning light, when the blurry night's way out of sight I see you in the morning light, in the morning light's sight I'll see! <chorus> And you're being a man with a smoke in your hand And the plan's going grand in the fantasy land And the pork and the beans and the greasy machines And you're smirking on the side all day! And the guys and the fries and the cyanide lies And their eyes don't cry and their lives don't die And this guy's so high It's the poor man's lie And you're drinking all the night away! I see you through the looking glass, through the looking glass and that short-lived cash I see you past the lazy flash, through the looking out glass I see! I see you in the morning light, when the lights and the height have taken flight I see you in the morning light, in the morning light sight I'll see! <chorus> I see you through the looking glass, through the jokes and the jive and the rat-pack class I see you through the looking glass, through the looking out glass I see! I see you in the morning light, when the blurry night's way out of sight I see you in the morning light, in the morning light's sight I'll see!
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(Capo on fret 2) D G D G D G A D G D G D A D A D D---------------------------------------- I don't want to grow up to be a preacher --------------G----------------------------------D Shouting sermons from the stage every week ---------------G--------------------------D------------- You gotta be a model man for the people in the steeple --------G---------------------A And practice what you preach -------D---------------------------------- I don't want to grow up to be a preacher -----------------G------------------------------------D And have to answer all the neighborhood's needs ----------G------------------------D-------- But I'd preach to you if you wanted me to --------------A-----------------------------D Cause I like it when you listen to me --------------A-----------------------------D Cause I like it when you're hearing me! D G D G D G A D G D G D A D A D I don't want to grow up to be a lawyer And have to argue with the suits all the day For every client goes free, there's another three on the chain gang slaving away I don't want to grow up to be a lawyer And have to drown it all in vodka drinks But I'd argue with you if it was fun to do, Cause it matters to me what you think Cause it matters to me what you think! <breakdown> I want to draw the buildings, build the drawings Additions, signs and houses always Families, communities, I want to leave a town behind this life, I'll leave something behind I don't want to grow up to be the mayor Slapping backs and raising money all the night And everybody wants to chat with the big top hat And try to get their bread buttered right I don't want to grow up to be the mayor There's failing schools and there's crime at the port But I'd appropriate funds if you wanted it done You can count on my full support You can count on my full support! <breakdown> I want to draw the buildings, build the drawings Additions, signs and houses always Families, communities, I want to leave a town behind this life, I'll leave something behind I want to grow up to be an architect And design an elementary school And I could draw all the walls and talk to the builders Yes I think it could be cool I want to grow up to be an architect So I could try a hospital design And I could make us a home where we could be alone Yes I think that it'd be pretty fine Well I think that it'd be pretty fine!
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G---------------------------D----------- Well take the Camaro, I don't care, oh C-----------------------------D-------------------G catch those keys and have a swell time cruising G-----------------------------D----------- Well here's another 20, should be plenty C-------------------------D-------------------G Stop by Rick's but don't over do the boozing C-----------------------------D I remember back in the Ohio ---------------G---------------------------D---- When the kids would play in the watering hole C--------------------------------------------D--- Then we'd drink some beers at the Jackson's bar -------------G-------------------------D And I'd drive back home in my old man's car Well take the Camaro, I don't care, oh catch those keys and have a swell time cruising Well pick up Mary if you like her We got the hammock if you two need snoozing I remember back in the Ohio When we'd hit that old-time movie show Then we'd throw some dice in the lot next door And we'd dance all night till we hit the floor C-------------D No one's afraid C-----------------D We're all rich today C------------------D Why can't we stay? C--------------------D We've all got it made! Well take the Camaro, I don't care, oh catch those keys and have a swell time cruising Well here's another 20, should be plenty Stop by Rick's but don't over do the boozing I remember back in the Ohio When the kids would play in the watering hole Then we'd drink some beers at the Jackson's bar And I'd drive back home in my old man's car Well take the Camaro, I don't care, oh catch those keys and have a swell time cruising!!
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D----------------------------A-------------------------Em You leave the office all right, on a hot Friday night ----------------------------A--------------- There's a vodka in sight, going downtown D-----------------------------A----------------------------------------Em But in the dark Boston streets, you never know who you'll meet -------------------------A-------------------- On the brick alleyways when you come round D--------------------------------A-----------------------------Em You see the black-suited guys, with their fedoras and ties ----------------------------------A----------- From the newspapers, famous for violence D---------------------------A---------------------------------Em Just this one ugly time, you had to witness that crime ------------------------------------------A----------- Then you ran, now they would kill for your silence <chorus> D---------------------------------------A--- Don't you think you're gonna leave me ----------Em--------------------A Say don't look back, don't look back! D----------------------------A Don't you even try to free me --------Em--------------------A--------- Say don't look back, don't look back! D--------------------------------A--- If you do, they're gonna bleed me! --------Em------------------A--------- Say don't look back, don't look back! D------------------------------A--- I'm gonna go with you, believe me ------------Em---------------------A--------- In that train out West, that new day's calling It's a Federal case, and the exposure is great, say the men from the Bureau, we need you- To point your finger in court, now we have to resort, to put the killers away 'fore they kill you But since their reach is so wide, into a program you'll hide There's no contact with sisters or friends too Kiss them goodbye on the cheek, but now it's your time to speak Is there anyone who wants to come with you? <chorus> I'm gonna hop on the train, and get a strange new name There's no choice in the matter I tell you What kind of world would it be, here if if I couldn't see all the teeth that you show when I smell you? We'll build a family around a nice New Mexican town Then after beers you'll your head on my shoulder I'd rather take my chance now, so I won't have to know how, how bad I'd want those things I'd miss when I'm older!
8.
Plug It! 02:14
Chords: G C G D C G Plug it! Well plug it real good like you know you should tonight You wanna plug it so bad, like you’ve ever had tonight Well plug it thick and plug it lean- Plug it like they do in a magazine, just plug it! Well plug it up high and plug it down low alright We’ll plug it on the radio tonight Well plug it sick and plug it well Plug it like you’re running out of hell, just plug it! We’ll plug it in your run-down shack today, hooray We’ll plug it in your Cadillac today Well plug a kiss and plug a hug- Plug it like the last thing you ever plug, just plug it!
9.
Chords: Em (two measures) Am (one measure) B7 (one measure) Repeat through whole song All these people! All these- people! We're on a trip to the meat market, now tell me how we're gonna do it, how we're getting through it? They got some style and some mild wit, but now they got to prove it- how they gonna do it? They got their guys on every corner right? With a cat that's cool, and an atrocious fool And now we're gonna hear em sing tonight! Why don't we try it, and buy it, and do it till the morning! <chorus> All these people! You look around and then you see so much how they're all so equal All these people! You look around and then you see so much how they're not so equal All these people! We're living on the second floor above a liquor store All these people! And if we read it good, they'll treat us like they should We're gonna try to quit the meat market, you know these jokers look familiar, you think they're gonna kill you You've seen the coverage, you're sick of it You know it's not that shocking, all it is is talking! Why don't you try to close your eyes and sleep? In the streets today, it's a sweaty parade But you know you can't escape the heat Why you try it, then buy it, and do it till the morning! <chorus> All these people! You look around and then you see so much how they're all so equal All these people! You look around and then you see so much how they're not so equal All these people! You live in paradise, if you can make it right. All these people! We're going back to hit the meat market, they ain't no second class Jimmys, not gonna split the winnings You shift around and it's a decent fit So let's go and get the boys in, c'mon and pick your poison! And all the money's flowing in tonight! We got the LA hipsters and Nebraska twisters When all the dancing citizens unite Why don't you try it, and buy it, and always get em next time! <chorus> All these people! You look around and then you see so much how they're all so equal All these people! You look around and then you see so much how they're not so equal All these people! Go ahead and pull it good, you might be understood All these people!
10.
G-------------------------------------------C------------- We're a law abiding people, but not all the laws are equal --------G--------------------------------------------D And knowing that we've threatened to be great. --------G------------------------------------------------C------------- From buses, school and baseball teams, the freedom marches made the dream ---------G---------------------D-----------------G come true you know we opened up the gates G---------------------------------------------C----------------- When human nature took a fall the better part did hear the call, G--------------------------------------D collectively we lifted up the weight, -----------G--------------------------C--------------- But it's still a little shaky, cause a lot of us are flaky -----------G----------------D-------------G So let's hurry up and open up the gates. <chorus> C-----------------------------------------------G--------- And the sky's a little bluer when we look into the future ------------------------------Em-----------D And approach it with a little bit of grace ---------------G----------------- Cause it'll happen soon or later --------------C------------- so you'd do yourself a favor, -----------G---------------D--------------G If you'd go ahead and open up the gates Well the good don't always win it, and the contractors admit it when the senators they bought go vote for war. But they ignore the one on poverty, at home it really bothers me When lobbyists are slipping out their doors And from occupy to Arab spring, there are noble movements floundering But basic liberties we satiate And though the bank still steals your money, and the Egyptian army's bloody We still know how to open up the gates <chorus> Well we fixed the military, but not the basic right to marry But it's probably coming sooner than it seems And if he knew you helped us win the game, your grandson wouldn't be ashamed, So go ahead and quit that losing team And the party's kind of stupid if the list is too exclusive And your friends inside they're sinners and they're saints Maybe the hosts will understand it if the guests they all demand it Let's tell em they should open up the gates! <chorus>

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All songs written, performed and recorded by Nate.

(Remastered by Rob Tavaglione at Catalyst Recording.)

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released April 5, 2014

This record is dedicated to Ma.

“The Whiskey Predicament is Nate Fey and his twisted version of happy go unlucky acoustic rock played through a gramophone. It’s a kitsch way of dealing with music that allows you to embrace a very DIY approach to recording and then run with it and Nate makes it shine... Nate’s voice has a warm and floaty feel to it, as if there were a few whiskies involved in the recording process! This however adds to the pub-like ramshackle way of enjoying grass-roots music and only adds to the atmosphere... One for downing pints to.”
- Simon Smith, Higher Plain Music

"Lovely garage folk... Play repeatedly. [A]long the lines of full sounding garage-folk artists like the Strange Boys, Dead Ghosts, or even Bloodshot Bill... I was enjoying it too much to stop listening."
- Space Rock Mountain

"In classic style for an MFOA post, he plays everything himself and comes up with his own unique brand of music that floats somewhere around the area of indie folk or folk rock or psych folk... Nate's music is also set apart by it's generally sunny feel."
- Modern Folk Music of America

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The Whiskey Predicament is Nate recording original tunes on lo-fi equipment. Nate enjoys comics, surfing, hamburgers and whiskey. You can contact him at nathanfey@gmail.com

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