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Random Acts Of Commandment

by Albany Park Wirephoto

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Lou Hallwas Damn, i wish i wrote this. Favorite track: Mayor.
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1.
Planes 05:05
Planes Watching the planes go by Looking for a hero Inside of me In spite of me Arresting my own damn time Filling in a million windows Inviting me It frightens me Why won't you let me decide? It's fine And you might be surprised that I I'm always Watching the planes go by Banking on the shadows Reminding me It's guiding me Wrestling the nerve to try Kicking in a million doorways In front of me Confronting me Why? Why won't you let me decide? It's fine And you might be surprised that I I'm always Watching the planes go by Looking for a hero Inside of me In spite of me Arresting my own damn time Filling in a million windows Inviting me It frightens me Why? Why won't you let me just fly? And you might be surprised that I I'm always Watching the planes go Words and Music by Marc Teamaker and Kathleen White Copyright 2017 Oolong Songs (ASCAP)
2.
Pyongyang Town I'm going down to Pyongyang Town The devil may care But I can't say why I'm going down To Pyongyang Town I'm going down To Pyongyang Town The little man called for a Soju toast So I packed my rings and a wedding gown Cuz I'm going down To Pyongyang Town I'm going down From Chicago off the ground Called up the Chief but he never calls me back No, No But a player's gotta play and the man he pays in cash It's my backboard to crash You can't cry foul if you've never been hacked Oh no And it ain't your party and it ain't your crown I'm going down To Pyongyang Town I'm going down yeah From Chicago off the ground I'm going down To Pyongyang Town Words and Music written by Marc Teamaker and Kathleen White Copyright 2017 Oolong Songs/ASCAP
3.
Sour Patch Kid Why so quiet? Kitty got your tongue? Please say something Yeah, it's been along time It's no secret You don't have to pretend It's a sour patch kid But it's sweet in the end What are you reading? What is your story? Are you bah bah black sheep? Or Hikikomori? I don't know what to tell you But I've been there too Damned if I don't Damned if I do I can't get through Why so quiet? Kitty got your tongue? Please say something Yeah, it's been along time It's no secret You don't have to pretend It's a sour patch kid But it's sweet in the end How are you sleeping? The pills are candy coating Where's your fortune cookie? How's your future going? I don't know what to tell you But I've been there too Damned if I know Damned if I knew I still can't get through Why so quiet? Kitty got your tongue? Please say something Yeah, it's been along time It's no secret You don't have to pretend It's a sour patch kid But it's sweet in the end What are you reading? What is the story? Are you bah bah black sheep? Or Hikikomori? I don't know what to tell you But I've been there too Damned if I don't Damned if do Why so quiet? Kitty got your tongue? Please say somethings Yeah, it's been along time It's no secret You don't have to pretend It's a sour patch kid But it's sweet in the end Words and Music written by Marc Teamaker and Kathleen White copyright 2017 Ooolong Songs (ASCAP)
4.
Mayor 05:44
Mayor Look what's coming down the street again Marty Balin, Bernie Taupin, Bowie, Bolan Kris Kristofferson Amen Heaven knows we're always on the mend Old Messiahs New pariahs Maybe all the Gods retire In the end And the mayor don't rock And the mayor don't roll While the whole world is watching They're stealing the show Right out from under your nose Didja hear what's crawling up the charts my friend? Sounds like someone's lying to you Sounds of sirens Lullaby-ing You to them Diplomats and Go Go brats On the disco floor with the technocrats It's a foxtrot in a honey trap for sure Sounds like someone's plying you With chemicals and crazy glue Who made that bed? And the mayor don't rock And the mayor don't roll While the whole world is watching They're stealing the show Right out from under your nose Repeat Chorus Diplomats and Go Go brats Words and Music written by Marc Teamaker and Kathleen White copyright 2017 Oolong Songs (ASCAP)
5.
Big Dumb Heart (Love Song For Nala) Big dumb heart I feel it beating Where to start? To tell you that I'm onto you But I can't tell you what to do Or how to play that part Big dumb heart Long lost road The one that I'm taking Tries my soul But I'm not breaking down Trying to get out of town Cuz now the bridge is out Sunny five degrees A breeze is in the trees It's where we want to be Thru the arteries The highways if you please Will take you back to your Big dumb heart Big dumb heart I feel it beating Where to start? To tell you that I'm onto you But I can't tell you what to do Or how to play that part Big dumb heart Sunny five degrees A breeze is in the trees It's where we want to be Thru the arteries The highways if you please Will take you back to your Big dumb heart Big dumb heart I feel it beating Where to start? To tell you that I'm onto you Now you do what you whatcha gotta do Whatcha gotta do But ya got to play that part Big dumb heart Big dumb heart Big dumb heart Words and Music written by Marc Teamaker and Kathleen White Copyright 2017 Oolong Songs (ASCAP)
6.
Foreign Movie Half past time and a quarter to some A whole lotta runnin' when the train's gone down Slave to the suburbs And dinner downtown Mukbang Sally at the barber shop Say, "American man need to settle down." Bedrooms and basements and dinners online I dreamt that we were living Renting a room on the Casa Del Soul Fishing for meals Singing for drinks And tickets home Woke to the screaming Of sirens and cynics Fools and their gold Scheming for deals Hustling for winks And centerfolds Half past time and a quarter to some Need a whole lotta lovin' When the day is done Lottery wishes and heavenly wants Hard Luck Candy at The Lemon Drop Ready to retire at the age of twenty one Hand in your pocket And a foot on your gun I dreamed we were leaving Making our bed in the Casa Del Soul Flash in the pan Cash in the pot For another go Woke up retreating From liars and critics That had us on hold Dig up the hatchet to bury the bone Pushing through the crowd now So get out of the way It's a foreign movie Milk punch for breakfast Now boarding Volaris And it's a foreign movie darling (Repeat All Chorus') Half past time and a quarter to some Mukbang Sally at the barbershop Half past time and a quarter to some Hard Luck Candy at The Lemon Drop Words and Music written by Marc Teamaker and Kathleen White Copyright 2017 Oolong Songs (ASCAP)
7.
WT34 (Some Run Away) Long year Wrong year For Jumping the gun This year No fear As we back into the sun Wouldn't it be nice To get out of traffic for a while Turn off the noise Turn on the sky Come here My dear Let me whisper in your ear Nothing Something Anything you wanna hear Wouldn't it be sweet To cheat the timer for a while Turn in the chains Turn on the tide And when they question All the fools Who'd want to stay Some run away Some run away (Repeat) Long year Wrong year For jumping the gun This year No fear As we back into the sun Wouldn't it be nice To get out of traffic for a while Turn off the noise Turn on the sky And when they question All the fools Who'd want to stay Some run away Some run away Some run away Some run away Some run away Some run away Words and Music written by Marc Teamaker/Kathleen White Copyright 2017 Oolong Songs (ASCAP)
8.
Show Business Weasels Show business weasels Couldn't take me by surprise But as they tried I couldn't care, I had no time I didn't mind if they took the door and ran away I had to catch a cab To catch a plane Cuz at the other end Is you My heart was racing So it seemed to stop my watch But I knew you'd be waiting All I had was to carry on I had to find a way to push past all the yawning men Leaning on their bags I couldn't wait again Cuz at the other end Is you Slow me down Throw you down To the ground Take my chances I gotta fly Security guy Speed up the line (Repeat) Show business weasels Couldn't take me by surprise But as hey tried I couldn't care, I had no time And I didn't mind if they too the door and ran away I had to catch a cab To catch a plane Cuz at the other end Catch a plane Cuz at the other end Is you Is you Is you Words and Music written by Marc Teamaker and Kathleen White. Copyright 2017 Oolong Songs (ASCAP)
9.
Watch That Name You'd better watch that name Midas promise everything yeah You'd better watch that game With eyes out the back of your head You're waiting on that big pay day Love and peace and hoping for some petty change yeah We're sorry but the lottery Won't be paid today You'd better watch that name Judas gonna turn you in yeah If you don't buy in to their plan With lies put in the back of your head You're thinking that you'll have your say Taking pictures of yourself out on the motorway We're sorry but it just won't play on the beat today And I heard about this kind of thing So many years before So I'm going down to the river To watch that willow bend And I've had my doubts like I did before So I'm really not that sure I can't stand in this land of pretend And still have the sun on my skin And my back to the wind You'd better watch that name They run in packs, enslave the kid yeah Common Core zombies to the highest bid Oh my! Who made that bed? You're swinging on a pendulum Drawing your conclusions from the late night shows We're sorry but you're being sold The goods today And I heard about this kind of thing So many years before So I'm going down to the river To watch that willow bend And I've had my doubts like I did before So I'm really not that sure I can't stand in this land of pretend And still have the sun on my skin And my back to the wind Yeah. Yeah. Yeah My back to the wind You'd better watch that name Midas promise everything yeah You'd better watch that game With eyes out the back of your head You're waiting on that big pay day Love and peace and hoping for some petty change yeah We're sorry but the lottery Won't be paid today You'd better watch that name Judas gonna turn you in yeah If you don't buy in to their plan With lies put in the back of your head You're thinking that you'll have your say Taking pictures of yourself out on the motorway We're sorry but it just won't play on the beat today You better watch that name You'd better watch that game Midas promise everything You'd better watch that game You better watch that name You better watch that game You'd better watch that name You better watch that game You better watch that name Midas promise everything Yeah yeah yeah yeah. Words and Music by Marc Teamaker and Kathleen White Copyright 2017 Oolong Songs/ASCAP.

about

It was Christmas Day, Two Thousand and Ten, and I was to catch a flight to Chicago that night to meet KT for the first time...but a storm was coming. So... I changed the flight to an earlier one, arranged a car, and beat a path to Newark. I wasn't going to get stuck. If I did that might have changed everything. It was a crazy thing. We had been having a relationship on the phone starting around Thanksgiving. I knew this was it. She was the one. I told her I felt like I knew her since we were kids.

I first fell in love with her words on a screen...her humor, her wit, her passion for music and poetry. I then fell in love with her voice. A soft Midwestern accent with a hint of imagined Irish brogue. We had made a strong long distance connection and we knew we had to meet in person...so I grabbed a small bag and my guitar, as I was to play a show with our mutual good friend and great Chicago musician Lou Hallwas later that week and made it out just in time. As a matter of fact, I came to know KT through Lou.

On the other end of that flight was the love of my life, Kathleen, standing next to her black Rav 4 that she named Betty and that I drive still. Long curly locks... tall, skinny, and beautiful. The 3 E pick up spot at O'Hare would be our meeting place every other week for eight months. Then on the last day of August we married. And the rest, as they say, is history.


Our life together was intense. We were pretty much glued at the hip for 5 years. There was a lot of laughing and a fair amount of crying too. KT was a writer. She was also the funniest and sexiest person I've ever known. I am a songwriter so it was natural that we fell into writing together, and we had a blast doing it. Papers strewn all over our North Saint Louis apartment living room. Late night vocal sessions with our dog Stax curled up next to our feet. I could go on, and I probably will in future writing, but for now I will just leave you with this and a record I am, and I know KT was, very proud of.

So in honor of my beautiful wife Kathleen White who left this plane on her 48th birthday, August 29, 2016, I release these 9 songs by Albany Park Wirephoto titled "Random Acts of Commandment," which we wrote and produced together in our apartment in Albany Park, Chicago, Illinois.

Merry Christmas.

credits

released December 25, 2017

All songs written by Marc Teamaker and Kathleen White
All instruments played by Marc Teamaker
Vocals by Marc Teamaker and Kathleen White
Produced by Marc Teamaker and Kathleen White
Recorded in Chicago by Marc Teamaker
Mixed by Marc Teamaker
Special Thanks to Robert Baird (Executive Producer), Myles Cochran. Iain Clarke, Lou Hallwas, Jared Nixon, Ray Herrmann, Ed Sambucci, Brian Gerosa, and Violeta Balhas, for their ears and support.
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