Sunday music retrospective: John Kilzer

John Kilzer

Sorry about the long intro.  This was for a benefit concert.



Marilyn Dean and James Monroe



Red Blue Jeans

There’s a limited supply of youtubes for this guy and in some of them, the videos absolutely suck.  But then, there used to be almost not any.



I Love You



Dirty Dishes



When Fools Say Love

Open mic

1 comment

    • Robyn on June 21, 2009 at 5:04 pm



    Eddie Smith:  Memory in the Making

    Words only of my perhaps my favorite by Kilzer:

    Wet Picasso

    Once upon a time in the land of Nod

    There lived a stranger who believed in God

    He wore a cross to profess his faith

    and all the Nodders hissed when he displayed

    A wooden splinter ’bout the size of a pin

    That glowed in the dark and beckoned the wind (to)

    Spread blossoms on their tombs

    And dab their necks in sweet perfume….

    He laughed, he cried

    He put the mud in my eyes

    I tripped on a four leaf clover (and I)

    Barely leapt up & over

    A blind venitan behind shades

    Landed in a crystal cave

    Out from a rock shot Dante

    With mescal chips & hot picante

    Pointed to the stratosphere

    Said man, it’s way to warm ’round here

    The nightwatchman started to run (And then)

    The deli owner grabbed a gun (And then)

    The priest hit the lights

    Don’t let the bedbugs bedbugs bedbugs

    Bite sized indian vertigo

    French fires & a medium burger

    To go to go can in Tahitian sand

    Paint the natives modern tan

    Blood dripped like a wet Picasso

    On the pimps of Harlem

    And the whores of Moscow

    Thug planned his cout’de’ta

    Sister stuck the bills in her bra (She said)

    Don’t scream…

    Don’t fight…

    Don’t let the bedbugs bedbugs bedbugs

    Once upon a time in the land of Nod

    There lived a stranger who believed in God

    He wore a cross to profess his faith

    and all the Nodders hissed when he displayed

    A wooden spoon ’bout the size of a pin

    That glowed in the dark and beckoned the wind (to)

    Spread blossoms on their tombs

    And dab their necks in sweet perfume….

    All of a sudden

    The sun turned brown

    The children started falling down (And then)

    The air was filled with poisonous gas

    Don’t let the bedbugs..bedbugs…bedbugs….

    bedbugs. bedbugs….

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