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Entertainment for Man and Horse

by Hondo

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    Hondo's 2012 foray into Americana, or something vaguely smelling like it. Jewel case cd in shrink wrap.

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1.
Wheatfield of My Love 03:39
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I was the first, I'll be the last When all the other, grains have past Walk through my crop circles of fire Let the burning take you higher Walk through my crop circles of fire Let the burning take you higher When it pours, I'll be the thatch That keeps you dry until the storm has passed Walk through my crop circles of fire Let the burning take you higher Walk through my crop circles of fire Let the burning take you higher Welcome to the wheatfield of my love, harvest me Welcome to the wheatfield of my love, harvest me Welcome to the wheatfield of my love, harvest me Welcome to the wheatfield of my love, harvest me Graze upon my golden throne Grind me forever on your millstone Scatter my kernels into your breeze I'll be your Kansas, you'll play my Dorothy Till me towards the sun,Till me under the moon Mill my endosperm into a flowered bloom Walk through my crop circles of fire Let the burning take you higher Walk through my crop circles of fire Let the burning take you higher Welcome to the wheatfield of my love, harvest me Welcome to the wheatfield of my love, harvest me Welcome to the wheatfield of my love, harvest me Welcome to the wheatfield of my love, harvest me
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Shaker Ferry 03:16
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Shaker Ferry you’re a brimstone man, you got a two dollar hat and a healing hand Take off your boots and the snakes run out, His word on your lips when they start to doubt Congregation is running thin, when the money is gone the walls cave right in Shaker Ferry why did you leave town, when the mob showed up only dust was found I keep Satan in my pocket Cause I need him sometimes I threw out my bible I don't wear belts anymore Shaker Ferry drink the moonshine down, when you poisoned the flock they can't keep you in the ground Perspiration has made you slick, the thrill of the sermon the rush comes quick Put on your coat when it's time to go, when you suck them dry it's best they didn't know Shaker Ferry with the great forked tongue, when you give them the eye sets them on the run I keep Satan in my pocket Cause I need him sometimes I threw out my bible I don't wear belts anymore Shaker Ferry you’re a brimstone man, you got a two dollar hat and a healing hand Shaker Ferry with the great forked tongue, when you give them the eye sets them on the run
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She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain (part 1) 00:17
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Monsanto Blues 04:31
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I've got those Monsanto blues I've got a pocketful of seeds that I can't use I've got private eyes sneakin' around my door I don't believe I can take it no more I've got those Monsanto blues I've got those Monsanto blues The lawyers and the judges are all on their side All I've got left is my sense of pride I'm runnin' out of money, I'm runnin' out of time When they're through I won't be worth a dime I've got those Monsanto blues I've got those Monsanto blues They don't care about you, or your kids, or your wife They're like Agent Orange to the tree of life So if you're thinkin' 'bout farming, let me tell you bud They'll leave you with ten acres of dust and your face in the mud I've got those Monsanto blues I've got those Monsanto blues
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Western Skye 05:37
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I traveled down the Cheyenne River, saw the national heroes standing tall They sold me movie tickets, to a black and white about my fall I met a woman from the badlands, she stole my heart and then my show So I left her naked in the plains, her mind as empty as a scarecrow I passed redemption on the highway, thought my luck had finally turned Made a deposit with the Devil, to find out what he had learned I saw the ghosts of 600 Indians, they were thumbing for a ride I asked them where they were headed, they hadn't noticed they had died They said, We're looking for the Red Road We still ride the Western Skye And when all your cities crumble, and your rivers run bone dry Don't come begging us for mercy Because you gave us none When we return what you have taken, the sum adds up to one Blew into Omaha with the Scarecrow, roped cattle for a fee She vanished with her daughters, beyond the thousand mile tree I left with knowledge about her people, which way the Bison run I was searching for the Great Chief, where the horizon meets the sun I dreamed for many miles, until I met a Horse In The Wilderness He told me of his visions, and the owl against his breast He rode to battle against the 7th, when the White Chief wanted more Killed five of seven by the river, won the battle lost the war He said I'm looking for the Red Road I still ride the Western Skye And when all your cities crumble, and your rivers run bone dry Don't come begging me for mercy Because you gave me none When I return what you have taken, the sum adds up to one
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Yee-Haw 01:27
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I once had a girl looked like I never saw Big broad shoulders and a big square jaw Looked a lot more like her Pa than her Ma Whenever we would fight it always ended in a draw Yee Haw, Yee Haw, Yee Haw, Yee Haw, Yee Haw Yee Haw, Yee Haw She liked to drink whiskey from a bottle with a straw And do a lot of things that were quite against the law Made a damn mess when she ate coleslaw But other than that she had nary a flaw Yee Haw, Yee Haw, Yee Haw, Yee Haw, Yee Haw Yee Haw, Yee Haw She was walking down the street and guess what she saw A cute little kitty with a mouse in its paw She bent down to pet it and it scratch her with its claw She pounded that pussy and she said YEE HAW!
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Monster Rock Girl 04:07
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I met you at the show, you were in the back with your friends Doing dirty deeds on your world domination tour You wouldn't talk to me, you just stared me down with those eyes Holding me in place so that you could put your spell on me You said "I really like your guitar" I said "I really dig your claws, come on show me what you really are" You're a Monster Rock Girl A shut up and talk girl Kick 'em in the nuts girl Standing tall, Monster Rock Girl You're a Monster Rock Girl A shut up and talk girl Kick 'em in the nuts girl Standing tall, Monster Rock Girl There was a full moon out when you looked at me and let out a howl You're not like other girls, you certainly have way more hair We left the gig for your flat when you said "I want to show you my coffin" When I felt the first bite, I knew I'd never be the same You said "Hey I like your Speedo" I said "I really dig your fangs, that's when I knew what you really are" You're a Monster Rock Girl A shut up and talk girl Kick 'em in the nuts girl Standing tall, Monster Rock Girl You're a Monster Rock Girl A shut up and talk girl Kick 'em in the nuts girl Standing tall, Monster Rock Girl You're a Monster Rock Girl A shut up and talk girl Kick 'em in the nuts girl Standing tall, Monster Rock Girl
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She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain (part 2) 00:12
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Country 03:37
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RUSTY TRACTORS AND BURNT OUT SILOS PASSENGERS ALONG FOR THE RIDE MIDNIGHT CALLERS AND BROKEN WINDOWS LOST IN THE HAZE OF THE SKY EMPTY PASTURES AND VOID TRANSACTIONS POPULATE THE KITCHEN WALLS SILHOUETTES IN EMPTY FRAMES CRUMBLED WHEN THE MARKET FALLS THE COUNTRY'S NOT THE COUNTRY IF IT'S JUST A PICTURE OF A WHEATFIELD, A SUNSET, AND A TREE AND A PICTURE'S JUST A PICTURE WHEN IT'S NOT A MEMORY AND THE IMAGE FADES AND THEN THE MEMORY'S GONE FIELDS GONE FALLOW WITH INTERSTATE TRAVEL THE COWS HAVE LOST ALL THEIR PRIDE SMALL TOWN CONVICTIONS, NAKED PREDICTIONS LOST IN THE CORPORATE TIDE FACELESS FORECLOSURES, PROFIT ROLLOVERS A PICKUP IN THE BREAKDOWN LANE PLANTED DREAMS WITH SEEDS OF TOMORROW BUT THE HARVEST IT NEVER CAME THE COUNTRY'S NOT THE COUNTRY IF IT'S JUST A PICTURE OF A WHEATFIELD, A SUNSET, AND A TREE AND A PICTURE'S JUST A PICTURE WHEN IT'S NOT A MEMORY AND THE IMAGE FADES AND THEN THE MEMORY'S GONE THE COUNTRY'S NOT THE COUNTRY IF IT'S JUST A PICTURE OF A WHEATFIELD, A SUNSET, AND A TREE AND A PICTURE'S JUST A PICTURE WHEN IT'S NOT A MEMORY AND THE IMAGE FADES AND THEN THE MEMORY'S GONE
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Aquarium 03:46
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Here in the land of everything Oh everything shines through In the nearby land of Aquarium Only the fishes move But if you float down to the bottom You'll find a plastic happy land Where everyone is posed forever Standing in the purple sand It doesn't matter if the fish swallow Cause the water passes through But they don't have much to do In the nearby land of porcelain Live the raincoat wearing fisherman They learn the secrets of moving From the toys in toyland They fish on the edge of Aquarium They always bring a good catch home But the king who lives on the bottom Plans revenge from his plastic throne It doesn't matter if the fish swallow Cause the water passes through But they don't have much to do It doesn't matter if the fish swallow Cause the water passes right on through But they don't have much to do It doesn't matter if the fish swallow Cause the water passes through But they don't have much to do It doesn't matter if the fish swallow Cause the water passes right on through But they don't have much to do
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Put Your Finger in the Fuzz 03:02
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Put your finger in the fuzz Put your finger in the fuzz Didn't know just what it was but you did it just because Put your finger in the fuzz Put your finger in the fuzz Didn't know just what it was but you did it just because Put your finger in the fuzz Put your finger in the fuzz Put your finger in the fuzz Didn't know just what it was but you did it just because Put your finger in the fuzz
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The Trifecta 04:26
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He was crazy in Kansas, before she was born Found killing a preacher, whose bible was worn She was singing the blues, in a black western bar When in walked Kansas, placed his coin in her jar They went back to the hotel, to load up their guns Hit the bank at sunset, left town on the run She left him at the station, to grab something to eat And she told him he'd die, the next time they meet She was chasing the Trifecta, that mythical score Riding high across the country, always leaving wanting more Nobody could love her, no one could hold her down When you woke up in her bed, she had already left town She hit the Trifecta, when she went down to Texas She fell in to the river, when she forgot about Jesus She washed up in Kansas, now she's hanging from his tree When the Devil comes a knockin’, you gotta pay the fee
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She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain (part 3) 00:28
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Sour Billy 06:38
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Sour Billy sits alone at the bar He's looking for beauty to put in a jar He's quick with his knife Just a flick of the wrist Don't put up a struggle or suffer his fist If he's not back to the boat by five o'clock They'll be waiting tomorrow at the end of the dock. Their temper is fury when they suffer the thirst Each shout of the lorries Which boat comes in first Sour Billy used to be so sweet Now you spend all your nights hunting in the streets Sour Billy used to be so sweet Now you spend all your nights hunting in the streets In the dark of the winter or the heat of the night Beware the black ship that blocks out the light When you’re on the Mississippi whether it be high or low The pale faces from Natchez will drag you below The winters are short and the summers are long He's spent all his time drinking their song Sour Billy waited such a long time He's lusting to savior the sweet taste of their wine Sour Billy used to be so sweet Now you spend all your nights hunting in the streets Sour Billy used to be so sweet Now you spend all your nights hunting in the streets Sour Billy used to be so sweet Sour Billy used to be so sweet Now you spend all your nights hunting in the streets Sour Billy used to be so sweet Now you spend all your nights hunting in the streets Sour Billy used to be so sweet Now you spend all your nights hunting in the streets Sour Billy used to be so sweet Now you spend all your nights hunting in the streets
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Asymmetrical Girls 02:03
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I love asymmetrical girls, How I love asymmetrical girls Well maybe one nostril has got some extra hole, maybe one cheek has got a great big mole Maybe one eye ain't got no brow, well if that's the case let me at 'em now ‘Cause I love asymmetrical girls, How I love asymmetrical girls Well maybe one lip hangs a little bit low, maybe one leg drags a little too slow Well I love asymmetrical girls If they got six fingers on one of their hands, if the left side of their neck has got a swollen gland If one of their ears looks like cauliflower, that'll keep me going for more than an hour ‘Cause I love asymmetrical girls, I love asymmetrical girls Well that's the kinda girl I can hey diddle diddle, the kind that don't part their hair down the middle I love asymmetrical girls, I love asymmetrical girls Let me tell ya, I love asymmetrical girls, Yeah I love asymmetrical girls

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The following is a review of "Entertainment for Man and Horse" which appeared in the July 2012 edition of Boston's "The Noise" magazine: "Here’s a ready-made blurb: “As a goofy pastiche of gratuitously cornball pan-Americana, Hondo’s latest CD is not anywhere near as bad as slavery.” Let me explain: I actually appreciate a collection of catchy half-assed songs as much as the next man, or maybe a great deal more, but this is one gift stocking that’s just too stuffed with horse apples, Pardner. You get this garage-REM style pop on the opener, “Wheatfields of My Love,” and the followup “Shaker Ferry” flails around like a dyspeptic Jimi Hendrix. “Monsanto Blues” is a pretty prime piece of garage spazz; “Western Skye” comes across as a Bad Company song with no hooks—and a long-winded one at that. “Yee-Haw” is a witless travesty of naughty outlaw songs like David Allen Coe’s “Piss Me Off Fucking Jerk” albeit with some not wholly inept pickin’; “Monster Rock Girl” is a thoroughly catchy but otherwise execrable slab of 1970s-era stumbo metal with standard-issue geetar-solo wankery. The more than marginally tuneful “Country” seems pointless, like Green on Red without direction or purpose, and the harp solo seems thin and gratuitous; “Aquarium” falls flat, and seems somewhat overbusy and murky—somebody should have changed the filter. “Put Your Finger in the Fuzz” is annoying acid rock, while “The Trifecta” and “Sour Billy” are two more offensively crappy schlock outlaw-country ballads, the former with an offensively cheesy middle-eight. “Asymmetrical Girls” practically demands that the listener regards the CD as actually being little more than an extended joke, but that kind of tossed-off aggressive contempt for the listener is precisely what leaves a bad taste in the mouth. Unfortunately, you can’t often have it both ways—in this case, you can’t serve up a collection which is half travesty and half serious and expect the beleagured listener to patiently glean the pieces of gleaming golden corn from the, um, excessive amounts of waste material." (Francis DiMenno)

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released February 17, 2012

Scott Corey - drums, vocals
Brian Hall - electric and acoustic guitars, backing voc., some bass
Randy Knight - bass, vocals, piano, moog synth, some drums, some acoustic gtr.
Rich Malinowski - organ, cowbell, vacuum hose, saw, and other percussion instruments

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