The Golden Motors

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released January 28, 2012

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Dan Jones Kansas City, Missouri

After 20 + years in the Northwest, I moved back to Kansas City and formed SquidsKC with old friends Steve Tulipana, Alex Alexander, and Matt Ronan. SquidsKC play songs from all my solo and band projects, and we are at work on new material.

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Track Name: Tiger in a Crate
I'll wait, like a tiger in a crate
like a flood below the grate
after twenty years of rain
I'll wait like a sweet potato eye
in the middle of the night
I got lots of time to think
in the cupboard by the sink

it's too late to analyze in literary ways
I'll wait
It's too late to quantify the way that wind makes waves
for days

I'm going out for Chinese
that oughtta keep me outta trouble
rent a video
something violent with lots of explosions

I'll wait
like a lonely little girl
tries to draw the whole wide world
on the back of a paper plate
while her daddy is away
Track Name: The Spray
The Spray

words and music
Daniel Sherman Jones BMI ©

Are you waiting for inspiration
Are you hoping for smooth sailing
Are you hung up on fear of failing
while the sun goes down?

Are you waiting for inspiration
Do you have too much information
Are you hoping things will sort out?
And is that thinking sound?

Are you waiting at a table
for spaghetti and canneloni
such slow service--why not enjoy it
and walk around the town?

the spray’s so cold, it’s like niagara falls
when you leave the house
you gotta get around
the spray’s so cold, the earth is good and old
and all the mountains twist and shout