Grim Errands, by Kitz Willman

Grim Errands

by Kitz Willman

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The "Grim Errands" CD comes in a jewel case with artwork designed by Kitz Willman. The 8-page booklet features the complete album lyrics and photographs by artist Posy Legge.

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1.	Grim Errands 03:27	lyrics	buy track
She said “Kitz, it’s getting hectic. Heater on the fritz, call General Electric!” Another blitz, hit to the head, kid Powerline hiss “Does this look infected?!” Mail slot filled by the big bank Flowers all killed by the yank drank Guard gifted her a shank She said “Thanks, a lot” Shrugged and then stuffed it in her sock The front door still needs to be locked Posted up in the parking lot She said “Kitz, I’m gonna need help with this If I’m ever gonna take it off…” Exhale with a cough and a quick scoff Count a Chris Bosh off the wristwatch “There’s loaded guns in them towers. Just watch. Scour.” Stale air gets sour Breathing in the power It only took a couple hours Count the turrets on the towers Stale air gets sour Scour When the light gets dim Then the errands get grim Don’t know what it says about him Sing a hymn in my stomach You kinda guys love it Coors Light Lyle Lovett Whatever’s in the budget You ain’t above it Put the bones in the bucket Stanley Kirk can’t touch it I just listen for the trumpet “Put the bones in the bucket!” “End of transmission”
2.	Nudie Suit 02:20	lyrics	buy track
Go on and burn the big house Burn the harddrive CD-R in the ride No windows, demos, voice memos… zooted The house was looted Bloated human in the pool Float the drain with my standard issue tool Dropped out of graduate school Do you really really really wanna play it cool? I didn’t think so No chorus no hook Read some really boring books Slogs Watching Kingsnorth vlogs CEO with two commas Radiation bombers Colonial hand eroding Project Oilsands imploding near Pony Creek, Alberta Alerta! You look like a deserter Button-up white-shirter Sniffin that blue smoke plume Do you really wanna hear the boom? Tackled Strangers in the bevvy room Shackled trailers under sweaty moons Mountie goons Oh and the state platoon go “boom!” Drivin white Volgas Semi trucks with Volvo engines Caterpillars in Palestine "Better and cheaper than ever before!" Daniel Romano in a Nudie suit New recruits don't wanna do the duty Hock a Victor Wooten loogie Rock a boot scootin boogie Yeh You don't wanna do the duty
3.	Whatever You Won't 02:16	lyrics	buy track
They said, "it's pianos or tigers but it can't be both" Laying tracks in the old growth Stompin' in the pack "Maybe we should turn back" Workers needed! Workers needed! They said "the bosses [were] already defeated and beated back in the day. Each cent we've conceded has been pleaded at the table. I'm so lucky to be able to work prescribed hours for prescribed pay." A couple bribes along the way... "What'd you say? Is it our lucky day?" Border crossing in the six seater Summer heater Studebaker blew a breaker about a mile back And now the horn don't work Some might say "that's a perk!" Passing papers, staying silent in the Thousand Islands Eye drops under eyelids Smilin' And the Studebaker's idlin', ready for a sprint Rear windows got the dark tint Sandbag drag on the exhaust tips Startix President Studebaker Money maker Undertaker Yeah, you know i do both Ridin' in this boat Hard on the choke With a foot on the throat Chaps slammin' a Colt We do whatever you won't
4.	The Slingshot Shuffle 03:21	lyrics	buy track
People painted houses with their family crests Bleached the stove And made sure that the table was set One spoon for each soul One glass and one bowl A solitary herring overhead Watched milk turn to sleet in the street Radiation in the bread Boarded-up the threshold The door told of our glory Mnemonic portal to our story Took it right off the hinges Took the bangs off the fringes Of the village No, she didn’t even flinch Morotcycle journey all night Couldn’t catch a flight The sky looked like a burnt-out Lite-Brite Kept close to the shoulder Family photos in a folder Smell the motor odour The air got colder as we sobered Moose scream and the elk’s blood curdles Treat each village like a hurdle Steeple chase Deep pool Vicious puddles Adidas duffle Dog without muzzles doin the slingshot shuffle Sirens Unbridled violence We extracted all the copper wirings In the family home Paint the crest on stone We saved each nail for the onion dome “Shevchenko had actually spoken inadvertently of the autocrat in his poems. He refused to retract. The government really wished to be lenient if he would only be good and confess.” Hid the memory cards in my under arm Hefty conscience Hid the camera to save the optics Hot van like the tropic of cancer Giant dancer in small spurts Never camped in no damn yurts I’ll sleep in the Sienna Texting you in Vienna Placenta buried under trees Easter eggs hidden like deeds Travelled westward from the Black Sea Zero meat but a lot of candy cane beets Never Eat Shredded Wheat In a Quetico campsite Lakefront Shake junt Snake hunt Coaches wanted me to fake the punt And paint the Pinto purple Treat the O-line like a hurdle Sans spikes City bidding on stolen bikes Norco narcs K2 canines and the like Stayed at a union campsite Helped fix a trailer on the motorbike Stanley Cup camper invite Celebrate with white wine Wife on webcam ahead of her time Sault Ste Marie on the Canadian side Anishinaabe territory Older than Moses Didn’t notice the Roses People lose their smell with high dosage of that plutonium potion “The gloomy autocracy now pronounces his doom. A sort of living death. The provisal that he should not be allowed either to write or to paint.
5.	Business 02:18	lyrics	buy track
School shooters listen to Mac Demarco Filmmakers wanna have their own Fargo Led looters to the unclaimed cargo Ratchet strap bullet hole embargo Paris digits on the barcode by the boat load Drop acid in the sushi roll Palais de Tokyo smoking looseleaf Rolled with looseleaf Babushka on my head but I’m wearing boxer briefs Soccer cleats Incomplete sheet at the border crossing Trafalgar square and I’m smoker’s coughing In the Canadian Embassy rappin an acapella Met a couple British fellas and Slovakian women Persimmon Plymouth Barracuda with the split-roof Tanya Tagaq Split Tooth Kodiak camera bear boot or island Slither like Scott Weiland Sirens spiralling through my inner-ear Montreal Island nearly every year Work brought me here Wanna know what made the Hochelaga people disappear? Brick houses brewin Labatt beer Molson cheer about the price this year Felix Potvin always had the nicest gear Koho logos and the Brian’s pads that he had in LA Sat up in the Upper Deck and watched him play Puking in a hotel in Edmonton He got traded the next day I spelled his last name wrong on the sign I made I shoulda put an “I” but instead I had an “A” Pot-van Econoline on the company dime and the government’s nickel Sandwich with a pickle A little blood on the sickle Business
6.	POTASSIUM 03:29	lyrics	buy track
Rank talker Plank walker 'Cause i'll never sit pretty on a sinking ship Fabricated candlesticks and spun yarns Driving past nearly toppled barns in towns called Theodore Thibault Who got the goalie goal? Collie soul Grew up screaming, "I AM ROCK AND ROLL!" Forget what i said in the interview, i can't speak french as good as you C'est nes parlez pas vouz Biennvenue Scratchin fresh bench paint Gorgeous Great Lakes In my last province We made it there but the last few steps were hobbled... Some guy you knew also cobbled shoes Wanted to fuck in the church pews Dust all over the charleston chew What would Judas do? In Greg's Grocery gettin those $1 slurpees Turpentines and sardines for dinner Eagle formation spinner Ribs for supper, i'm the turkey-cutter No Lampoon Hat for a lampshade Tenth grade Saskatoon in my '96 Escort wagon Over the train tracks to Fairhaven My little sister still goes to Craven... ["We do something about that And not just making extra nuclear bombs When we don't even need them at all!"] Men scattered on a field yields page turns and clicks Editor earns a bonus Onus on the viewer Bodies spread in the sewer Bomb blasts couldn't have been newer Ears still tingle Hard to grasp like the last Pringle... Staged war photographs Dark room gets the last laugh Anthropologists stole voices for the phonograph Phonies get smacked War ponies on the wrong race track Double back to the barracks Slink around like ferrets Guard tower vision bareness Spatial awareness with pin-drop hearing Scattered bodies in the clearing While bullet holes rip the bark Cujo facemask ripped off by Wendel Clark The dogs kept barking in the night Coyote howls but it's nowhere in sight Stars scattered above the clearing Orange glow Dawn is nearing "Front page gore should cure it I mean, it's not the ******* were ever really part of Europe" "Check, check, check" ["These dead are supremely uninterested in the living And those who took their lives And witnesses And in us..."] Staged war photographs Dark room gets the last laugh ["We, this means everyone who has never Experienced anything like what they went through. We don't understand. We don't get it. We truly can't imagine what it was like. We can't imagine how dreadful, How terrifying war is And how normal it becomes."]
7.	Borscht 01:40	lyrics	buy track
Sun caught my face Eye glint Prairie Pace is an idle sprint Reluctant like, “I gotta hand it to him?!” Whim walker Alley-way wander Wonder what’s underneath the car cover Cragar rims cracked rubber Rust bites in the bumper Dust mites in the wool jumper Winter feels like summer any day Holding handmade cards in the shape of a smile On trial Stomach gripped by bile Bread melts on my tongue And I lay my cards in a pile Flay display like grocery store fish Kept like a wish at those magical minutes No conjugal visits in the work camp Hand cramp Slept damp Chirp champ Like backstage Britney tellin the band to “just fuckin vamp!” Slept at a shutdown summer camp Cigarillos on the wheelchair ramp I made this rap in Winnipeg like a Garnet amp With the first ever gain switch Brain bridge from my toe-tips to my foreskin Feds spoilin fresh water sources “That’s how we did it in the Forces!” Revolutionaries are not allowed to look after the horses Guards wanna know where the fuckin borscht is “Where’s the borscht!?”
8.	Taras' interlude 01:30	lyrics	buy track
excerpts from The Meaning of Serfdom / Death of the Soul by Taras Shevchenko The meaning of serfdom; Three or four days of every week the serfs Men and women alike Must labor in their master’s fields for nought. As the nights pass, so pass the days, The year itself passes. Again I hear the rustling of autumn leaves. The light of the eyes is fading, Memory is in the heart asleep. Everything sleeps and I know not If I live or am already dead. For so, aimless I wander in the world No longer weep nor laugh. Leave me not to a walking sleep. With heart like bears in wintry den, Nor yet like rotten log on earth to lie; But give me to live, with the heart to live, And love the people. If you won’t Let me curse them and burn up the world. Terrible it is to fall into dungeons Yet much worse—to sleep And sleep and sleep in freedom; To slumber for an eternity And leave not a footprint behind. All alike—whether one lives or dies.
9.	Rap Journalist 02:14	lyrics	buy track
Check, check Kitz Willman HTTP Rap journalist Rap journalist Subservient to the internet At least these days Right now in my day Focused on the clicks Focused on the hits Rap journalist give the album a 10 “Yo I listened to it again and again.” But it just dropped a day ago though Oh, but it’s your favourite of the trio? He know to see past it Rap journalist wanna ask it You know the type of question “Now tell me if I’m getting this wrong…” Goes on to explain a super literal lyric in the song just to say “Huh, it’s the same page that we on!” They see the house for the lawn and any water feature Rap journalist they seated on the bleachers Doesn’t know how to pronounce Fanon But wants to ask a Black rapper about “everything that’s goin on” Rap journalist Subservient to criticism Cynicism requirement I know you ain’t tryin it Sample snitcher get the knuckle stitcher I’m a fixture in the bigger picture In the bigger fuckin picture Check check check check Put that on your website
10.	Lake Superior 02:27	lyrics	buy track
“What kind of man would come to this country?” No matter the price No matter the name All motels seem to smell the same Wood panel grain Ghosts of chain smokers Out-the-little-window type smokers Should’ve brought loafers Tarot card carryover The first and second digits Dark sky Distant ribbits The floor has divits Left-foot pivots on the pebbled beach down the street On Highway 17 through to Kenora And the Thunderbird City I’m doing a buck-50 in the boreal forest Just kidding, I’m going slower than that God forbid that I get a flat I’m in the boreal forest Experiencing neck soreness Probably from scanning the view And instagramming when I stop and have to poo Ford Econoline with seating for like 22 Burgundy barbecue sauce interior I’m drivin across Lake Superior... When I hit that Provincial Park part I love to listen to Julia Doiron and the Wooden Stars I’m drivin slower than most other cars The difference is I’m getting paid And I doubt they are Lake Superior Down through to the SOO Picture cards can’t picture you Christian lady ridin on the number 2 Big cheeseburgers and a handle of tools Driving hand hereditary from Kelvin Kool No matter the price No matter the name All motels seem to smell the same
11.	Saddle in the Rain 03:41	lyrics	buy track
I wish, I hope, I wonder Where you're at sometimes Is your back against the wall? Or just across the line Have you been standing in the rain Reciting nursery rhymes? Trying to recall Some long lost kind of peace of mind Peace of mind Try spending the night sometime All alone in a frozen room Afterneath you've lain Your Saddle in the rain I dreamed they locked God up Down in my basement And he waited there for me To have this accident So he could drink my wine And eat me like a sacrament And I just stood there like I do Then I came and went I came and went Like a bird in a foreign sky Couldn't even say good bye Or come and share the pain My Saddle's in the rain I saw a friend who doesn't know If I'm his friend just yet His eyes and mouth were widely open And his jaw was set Like he'd fell off a cliff And hadn't hit the bottom yet I wish he wouldn't pull those things on me Without a net Without a net I had him up to the house one time And we was having a real good time Then he went and lain His Saddle in the rain In a laundromat not too far From the Alamo Sits a girl who stole my records Very long ago And she wishes, wants and washes Out those dirty clothes As she shuts her eyes and dreams About her one eyed Joe One eyed Joe Car parked on a dirty road Heaven knows the load she pulled Couldn't take the strain A Saddle in the rain This is a cover of a John Prine song
12.	Stacks Spit Smoke 03:15	lyrics	buy track
I’m too old to be new at this I’m too young to re-release dusty discs Contemporary Kitz On the snare and the kick Mouse making a click Laceratin a lick Hair-ends stay split Cause I’m too busy growin it Young Coyote like Jeremy Roenick I cried watching Bourque take the cup from Sakic Good habits But this ain’t pro sports And you ain’t TOO $HORT So don’t stop rappin This culture still happens Yeah The music moves infinite Like the moon and sun Be Advised: They’ll come 7th Seal As the song is sung Final round bell rung Re-thinking the punches you hadn’t swung Didn’t duck when the wasp stung Hasbullah with the shotgun Back on the steel Bare Reaching for a steel chair Entered the ring with real wet hair And an entrance Announcer said a sentence Audience in attendance And the theme song plays... Ears ringing I heard the gun cock There was supposed to be two shots But the guy next to me just dropped Face plant in a catch crop of blueberries Pray to the forest fairies Mushroom and lichen in the place of being buried Carried in a casket Joel Plaskett Emergency Thrush Hermit The urgency These violent dreams keep on worsening Demented mentors tried cursing me Stacks spit smoke Look at the tension on the rope Your whole crew is a joke You probably got tattoos of old school microphones You crumple all your poems
13.	Rap Police 02:36	lyrics	buy track
Shut down your red and blue lights Rap Police with a one-track mind Time to rewind Don’t ya think? I was 19 when I had my first drink In a parking lot in Kelowna The day after October was over On tour with Fall City Fall Old Milwuakee in the parking stall Hit the convenience store And then I rapped a set on the Lake Okanagan shore In a van Kitz Willman Walkin the plank Holy shit that’s fuckin rank My stomach sank Whole bank and keys to the armoured tank Hoppin curbs in the burbs And hittin herbs with the “thanks!” Rank rank rank See how a Soulja Boy cranks Your opinion is a sauvignon blanc A jab in the shanks Cooked like a ballpark frank You’re rap’s Hillary Swank Meanwhile I’m on the river bank K-I-T-Z Kinda is the zaddy Rap daddy on the planet You’re JT I’m Janet You’re soapstone I’m granite Rap seeds like pomegranate I guess you must just take it for granted “How much have you heard?” “How much do you know?!” I was still in diapers at my own first show You know those winds blow east So do geese Rap Police You better tuck that little mouthpiece And stay the fuck out of my crease Stay the fuck out of my crease
14.	Left Lane Larry 03:05	lyrics	buy track
He wanna drive the same way all day Steering wheel stuck in the same place Same stupid look on his stupid face Left lane Larry with the slowest pace I know it ain’t a race But it kinda is... Left lane Left Lane Larry in the left lane Left laner in the Mustanger Just caused a brain-changer For the bus in right lane In the night rain No matter the time of day His position’s not shiftin The closest he gets Is when he’s driftin Cause he’s lookin down at his celly His car seat is probably smelly Sweat And beef jerky Underneath passenger seat is last week’s turkey sanny I passed him in the mini vanny Do you understand me? I don’t wanna have to slam these brakes But I’ll do what it takes to get rid of this side strip Stanley Eggs, potato Hashed it out With a left laner Hit him with the explainer In the form of my horn In the form of my sax Made him pay my deductible And my income tax His chiropractor told him that he “Had to relax!” Left lane Left Lane Larry in the left lane “Would you walk this line out here, please?” “Why should I walk a line? I wasn’t walkin I was drivin”
15.	Trunk Function 02:27	lyrics	buy track
Yo what up? You’re riding with Kitz Willman The tire squealin Supper eatin Lava producin Coyote howlin Kitz Willman on the track Bring it back How I function Conjunction junction It’s that make your trunk shake Car quake Kinda track, Jack Costco kid wanna snitch on my CD rack Kitz Willman on the track Bring it back How I function Conjunction junction It’s that make your trunk shake Car quake Kinda track, Jack Costco kid wanna rat on my sample stack I got friends that play Wembley I got friends that play shows when the venues are empty Kitz! Willman!

about

This is a prairie rap album made by Kitz Willman in Winnipeg, Manitoba. Themes covered include war, settler colonialism, media, Canadian musicians, driving, and making rap music.

The album is available in compact disc format featuring an 8-page lyric booklet that includes the complete lyrics.

All songs produced by Kitz Willman.
All lyrics written and performed by Kitz Willman
except track 11 which was written by John Prine