Broken Gear Blues, by Willa Dustice

Broken Gear Blues

by Willa Dustice

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1.	Broken Gear Blues 02:52	lyrics	buy track
The bridge on my guitar busted I'm funky like a fridge of bad mustards and custards Muenster or fixing your plumbing Fit to make the room begin jumpin' Using the notes to make you feel somethin Don't be tough youngun' start with wine not the high octane Who's frontin' Tears in my eyes - shit's rough ain't been cuttin' onions Appears I get the blues a bunch Y'all been fussin' too much Trusting who y'all mustn't oh I'm nothing but abuzzin' A cousin - a blue collar patrician Tryna to tell you not to be trustin' just any isms Schisms be a dime a dozen but my kingdom to a denizen who unite someone Fat pay-stacks for citizens who stereotype often statisticians collect data to sell you an oddly specific coffin It's rotten, casper marketers stay on top of it A position and powerful hypothesis Ridiculous as it is
2.	Beatbox Champloo 02:20	lyrics	buy track
Pretty sure I'd make a good step dad packing all organic veggie flannel raps Don't fuck with fanny packs Can't front they seem expedient I mean it's that I'm more into backpack and indie tracks fact that Cholly got mean sweet teeth Baking constantly to parley with this ennui On me I be cooking but making no money I make my own dough and just be stunting non sequitur rap always talkin bout nothin Fixing shit, mind like an absent acrobat - friction aids the cat to flip it Won't ever catch me landing on my back A non whack act you cain't introduce to your aunt, Facts freaky frequently - P funkin southern emcee no time for actin tough cuz time on earth be fleet make something for the ancestry Firing all cylinders tryna outhink me Willie Dusty alter ego of little Stevie Nicks the whitest Savage lost Geto Boi and doer of all kinds of magic emphatically smashing follow on self help bloggers Reading bad takes on Twitter like that's not poggers Aging with grace - evergreen like a conifer Mean to the beat like a predator Those transients looking mighty mousy Them rappers looking feline Don't mind me , give me a month to write a rap and I'll outrhyme thee Fucked up country timing late to the fire but I brought Fat Tire I was tryna read some poetry to a friar And he said my son , do you know if my feet could use a cleanin' I said wait a minute but does my meter need jesus I'm wheezin’ , late bc I'm freezin' - glaciers move slow Can't rush an act of Stephen I be riffin’ on the porch like an old bluesman Playin’ dice with Taj and Gatemouth and Jesse Ed real roustabout talmbout how the blues lead to Viktor Vaughn Wishing for Worrell and Gil Scott doing a remix of Lickupon
3.	Bottomless Hole (remix) by The Handsome Family 01:45	lyrics	buy track
My name I don't remember, though, I hail from Ohio I had a wife and children, good tires on my car What took me from my home and put me in the earth Was the mouth of a deep, dark hole I found behind my barn We'd been filling it with garbage as long as you could count Kitchen scraps and dead cows, tractors broken down But never did I hear one thing hit the ground And slowly I came to fear that this was a bottomless hole I went out behind the barn and stared down in that hole Late into the evening my mind would not let go So I got out my ropes and a rusty claw-foot tub And I rigged myself a chariot to ride down in that hole My wife, she did help me, she fed me down the ropes And then I sank away from the surface of this world With the last rope pulled tight, I had not reached the end And in anger I swung there, down in that dark abyss So I got out my knife, I told my wife goodbye I cut loose from the ropes and fell on down that hole And still I am there falling down in this evil pit But until I hit the bottom, I won't believe it's bottomless

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A lil pile of tracks - not necessarily meant to be listened to together. No "A-side" or "B-side" pretentions here. Just some fun little explorations as I try to re-capture some of the joyousness that going to school for music business took from the process.

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released January 31, 2021

All programming, instrumentation, mixing and mastering performed by Willie Dustice

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Willa Dustice Nashville, Tennessee

Willa Dustice is just making her some funky music. A TN native tryna stretch out a bit. Badu's weird cousin from the holler. Genre-bending flannel-soul. She does all her own stunts.

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