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Gravy in My Coffee

by Woody & Jeremy

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1.
Will I see you tonight? Can you let me know love? Knocking on the secret door Feeling like shit does... Push me and I’ll be with it Tell me once what this is like Guess we can just take it now I’m looking for a good night. I just want to say that, I just want to say that We’re gonna have a party rolling in the basement I won’t tell my parents, you won’t tell my parents and We’re gonna be rolling, rolling in the basement I just want to say that, I just want to say that We’re gonna have a party rolling in the basement Turn down the tv, turn up the bass amp We’re gonna be rolling, rolling in the basement Dwee doo dwee doo dwee doo dwee doo dwee doo dwee doo Nothing wrong with it We can comatose I’m a crack a beer I’m a crack a beer So it’s winter time No you can’t drive Let’s just go outside I’m about to pour some gasoline on the snow now I just want to say that I just want to say that We’re gonna have a party rolling in the basement You bring the booze and I’ll bring the facemelt We’re gonna be rolling, rolling in the basement I just want to say that I just want to say that We’re gonna have a party rolling in the basement I won’t tell my parents, you won’t tell my parents and We’re gonna have a party rolling in the basement I just want to say that, I just want to say that We’re gonna have a party rolling in the basement Turn down the tv, turn up the bass amp We’re gonna be rolling, rolling in the basement What! Come on!
2.
L.A. Drivers 01:03
La’s full of psychopathic drivers Some going to fast Others going to slow Not using blinkers Not using thinking Whether sober or Whether drinking They are texting And they’re talking Almost killing Folks jaywalking It’s a tough one To drop your brother off or your sister or your father or you mother off At the airport For a flight back To your home town Where there’s only white kids It’s a drug den That’s what ____ said Then almost half those folks voted for him and still it’s getting hotter I wonder how long until LA’s under water We’ll still be in traffic Just in submarines Listening to podcasts And paying too little for gasoline
3.
He has gone far Father than I Watch as he goes He’s Cass McCombs Walking quite fast Past he goes Sunglasses on He’s Cass McCombs He walks to the store He gets bread for toast Watch as he goes Watch as he goes He’s Cass McCombs He can walk faster Faster than I He doesn’t complain He doesn’t bite Watch as he walks Walks back to his home He has gone far He’s cass mccombs He walks back from the store He’s got bread for toast He went as he goes He went as he goes He’s Cass McCombs
4.
Distant lands They’re turning another out I don’t mind Either they will dream or drown Feeling like a dream upon waking Past asleep Till there’s somethings ‘round What you said? Feeling mighty down Turn and burn Something feels awry Will you come Back into the light I don’t mind Waiting all the time Right or wrong It’s all just the same thing Like a needle Twisted though the eye I don’t mind Creeping out of my house False asleep They’re fans of something wrong Same old story And I’m sticking to it Why don’t you Ask my influence? Rest awhile Upon the aching ground I won’t mind Unless you come around Distant Lands
5.
Closed Eyes 03:45
I saw an angel Through my hangover Was she bringing me love? Was she bringing me love?Was she bringing me love? Well so what? Was she bringing me love? Was she bringing me love?Was she bringing me love? I don’t believe ya I saw your painting With no expiation Did you make it with love? Did you make it with love? Did you make it with love? Well so what? Did you make it with love? Did you make it with love? Did you make it with love? I don’t believe ya I’ve been asleep for one third of my life But when I’m awake I still got closed eyes closed eyes, closed eyes I felt your palm Push me along Did you reach out with love? Did you reach out with love? Did you reach out with love? Well so what? Did you reach out with love? Did you reach out with love? Did you reach out with love? I don’t believe ya I woke from a dream Couldn’t say what it means Was it showing me love? Was it showing me love? Was it showing me love? Well so what? Was it showing me love? Was it showing me love? Was it showing me love? I don’t believe ya I’ve been asleep for asleep for one third of my life But when I’m awake I still got closed eyes closed eyes, closed eyes closed eyes, closed eyes closed eyes, closed eyes
6.
I never wondered why I was sitting at the feet of a god Seems like all the rest were wrong When they turned their suspicions on I always knew there was an reason to why I felt like a sycophant’s son Red hair blowing in the windy sand they knew that we were one Its sounds like a fun idea that was lofted out to sea Resting my arms against Arrested curiosity It’s wasn’t a turning point to be felt everyone I saw the love inside, but was too far gone to care Doesn’t mean that I wasn’t anymore Distant tears don’t chase your time away It’s still out there, something doubting, falling feeling down I don’t know why, it’s so fine, it’s illegible This song and the feelings I got Were written at the feet of a god I know there’s something for the losers But they’re looking round for me to say what There’s burning in this house And you know that I’m a ravenous one All the same I feel it god damn like boxing my head been rung Doesn’t mean that I wasn’t anymore Distant tears don’t chase your time away It’s still out there, something doubting, falling feeling down I don’t know why, it’s so fine, it’s illegible I never wondered why I was sitting at the feet of a god
7.
Gravy in My Coffee Gravy in My Coffee Come on baby I want Gravy in My Coffee Gravy in My Coffee
8.
I met him in my neighbors yard Conversation came quiet hard to My old bassist My old bassist I didn’t even know We were drunk and left him at the show My old bassist My old bassist Yeah and so what he smoked crack He always had my back We were just young punks inebriated drunks We practiced three times a week We played a show like once My old bassist My old bassist He was pretty good Or at least I think he was My old bassist My old bassist His face was quiet demonic Like from a santanic comic My old bassist My old bassist Yeah and so what he smoked crack He always had my back We were just young punks inebriated drunks We practiced three times a week We played a show like once My old bassist My old bassist My old bassist My old bassist My old bassist My old bassist Yeah I moved away I wonder how he’s doing today My old bassist My old bassist I guess lost his number Maybe I’ll always wonder about My old bassist My old bassist Yeah and so what he smoked crack He always had my back We were just young punks inebriated drunks We practiced three times a week We played a show like once My old bassist
9.
Crush me up in darkness and throw me away Truss me up in tinsel And your amoral ways 21st century we’re gonna say Behold a Pale Rider Ugh ugh ugh ugh Ugh ugh ugh ugh Ugh ugh ugh ugh Turn me into locus Out on the front lawn Dictate me the price point For getting you off Written on your credit card in san serif font Behold a Pale Rider Ugh ugh ugh ugh Ugh ugh ugh ugh Ugh ugh ugh ugh Was my mistake a mistake? etc... Behold a pale rider
10.
She’s a stone and She’s my home and She’s my life I’ve been forgetting She’s a kiss and She’s my lips and She’s a lie down in comfy bedding She’s that missing word and She’s a migrating bird and She’s the direction that they’re heading She’s a smudge of pure white paint and She’s a chipped and broken plate and She’s the drunkard at the wedding She’s the way my mother dressed and She’s my father at his desk and She’s a place I’ve never been before She’s a closed or open door and She’s the untried size at the shoe store And she’s finding the right words for the metaphor Well she’s my changing life and She’s a simple butter knife and She’s a song written in the early morning She’s a way out and She’s a pay out and She’s a photo of you with the sun setting The rich may move underground And the rest of us may not be around But I guess I’m so glad that I met you

about

Can I freshen up your drink? Gravy in My Coffee is the stylistically far-reaching sophomore release from duo Woody and Jeremy. Less fusion-cooking and more à la carte dining, Gravy in My Coffee is a crowded plate where punk, funk, indie and psych sit side-by-side, smothered in delicious homemade gravy.

While their first album found a more strict divide between Woody’s role as composer and Jeremy’s as lyricist, here the lines blur, resulting in an increased palette of genres and lyrics. The lyrical approach of the album lays bare coping mechanisms developed to deal with the extreme precarity of life on earth: equal parts humor, absurdism, cynicism and earnestness, but always seeping in from the corners, the simmering fear of potential apocalypse.

The album, recorded with a band of top-tier Chicago musicians, is not afraid to wear its references on its sleeve, to the point that there’s literally a song about Cass Mccombs buying a loaf of bread on the record. Other references flavoring this gravy are the likes of Ween, Wilco, R.E.M. Buzzcocks, and a plethora of other bands a slightly-too-cool dad may force you to listen to.

Woody is best known as the keyboardist for the funk group Vulfpeck, but he and Jeremy have been creating music together since before that band's inception. They cut their teeth in the basements of Ann Arbor, Michigan, relying heavily on improvisation and extreme emotional catharsis onstage, often to the discomfort of audiences. That DNA is still running through Gravy in My Coffee: an urge to experiment, confuse, and maybe even brighten your day.

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released June 4, 2021

The Band: Woody Goss, (keys) Jeremy Daly (vocals), Packy Lundholm (drums, guitar) , Ben Joseph (guitar, keys), Andrew Vogt (bass), Noam Wallenberg (guitar)

Featuring Joe Dart (bass) and Reuben Garza (drums) on Rolling in the Basement and My Old Bassist

Engineered, mixed, produced by Noam Wallenberg at Rax Trax
Mastered by Philip Shaw Bova
Art by Michael Goss

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