True Dreams of Wichita - Soul Coughing

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Embed: And you can fire out on a bus to the outside world, down to Louisiana; you can take her with you.

I've seen the rains of the real world come forward on the plain...
I've seen the Kansas of your sweet little myth... you've never seen it, no...
I'm half-sick on the drinks you mixed through your... true dreams of Wichita.

Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks; push out dead air from a parking garage,
Where you stand with the keys and your cool hat of silence...
Where you grip her love like a driver's license...


I've seen you fire up the gas in the engine valves...
I've seen your hand turn saintly on the radio dial...
I've seen the airwaves pull your eyes towards Heaven...
Outside Topeka in the phone lines, her good-teeth smile was winding down...

Engine sputters ghosts out of gasoline fumes...
They say "You had it, but you sold it..." You didn't want it, no...
I'm half-drunk on babble you transmit through your... true dreams of Wichita.


Punch it...
I got, uh, fed...
I got, uh, too much things on bounce on my head...
I got to burn 'em up...
I got to burn 'em uptown...
I got to go uptown, uptown...
I got a thing... I got a little bit pushed...
Got to stand on the corner and bellow for mush...
I got a bomb, I got a baby-bomb-bomb...
Got to stand on the corner and bellow for my friend Tom...
I got a thing, I got to thing it, I got to thing -- team,
I got to run by my side...

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Signal got lost to the satellite; got lost in the ride up to the plungedown...
Man sends the ray of the electric light, sends the impulse through the air, down to home...
And you can stand on the arms of the Williamsburg Bridge crying "Hey man, well, this is Babylon."
And you can fire out on a bus to the outside world, down to Louisiana; you can take her with you.

I've seen the rains of the real world come forward on the plain...
I've seen the Kansas of your sweet little myth... you've never seen it, no...
I'm half-sick on the drinks you mixed through your... true dreams of Wichita.

Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks; push out dead air from a parking garage,
Where you stand with the keys and your cool hat of silence...
Where you grip her love like a driver's license...


I've seen you fire up the gas in the engine valves...
I've seen your hand turn saintly on the radio dial...
I've seen the airwaves pull your eyes towards Heaven...
Outside Topeka in the phone lines, her good-teeth smile was winding down...

Engine sputters ghosts out of gasoline fumes...
They say "You had it, but you sold it..." You didn't want it, no...
I'm half-drunk on babble you transmit through your... true dreams of Wichita.


Punch it...
I got, uh, fed...
I got, uh, too much things on bounce on my head...
I got to burn 'em up...
I got to burn 'em uptown...
I got to go uptown, uptown...
I got a thing... I got a little bit pushed...
Got to stand on the corner and bellow for mush...
I got a bomb, I got a baby-bomb-bomb...
Got to stand on the corner and bellow for my friend Tom...
I got a thing, I got to thing it, I got to thing -- team,
I got to run by my side...

True dreams of Wichita...

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Soul Coughing was a New York-based alternative rock band. The band found modest mainstream success during the mid-to-late 90's. Soul Coughing developed a devout fanbase and have garnered largely positive response from critics. Steve Huey describes the band as "one of the most unique cult bands of the '90s ... driven by frontman M. Doughty's stream-of-consciousness poetry, Soul Coughing's sound was a willfully idiosyncratic mix of improvisational jazz grooves, oddball samples, hip-hop, electronics, and noisy experimentalism (described by Doughty as 'deep slacker jazz').

Soul Coughing,was founded by vocalist and guitarist Mike Doughty (who billed himself at the time as 'M. Doughty'), a folk singer, slam poet, and music writer.

Doughty was a doorman at the old Knitting Factory on Houston Street in New York. While working there he met sampler artist Mark De Gli Antoni, upright bass player Sebastian Steinberg, drummer Yuval Gabay, and artist David Linton. Doughty convinced them to join him in forming a new band. They played their first gig, as 'M. Doughty's Soul Coughing' at the Knitting Factory on June 15, 1992, a late-Monday night slot that Doughty cadged from his boss because nobody else wanted it. In 1993, he founded a club night called SLAW at CBGB's 313 Gallery, which was meant to emulate the popular jazz and hip hop club Giant Step, but eventually became a showcase for Soul Coughing. Posters for SLAW were headlined 'Deep Slacker Jazz' (a parody of The Who's slogan 'Maximum R&B'), which became an enduring description of the band's sound.

The band was signed within a year to Warner Brothers subsidiary Slash Records, and released three albums: Ruby Vroom (1994), Irresistible Bliss (1996), and El Oso (1998). They enjoyed minor hit singles with "Circles," "Super Bon Bon," and "Screenwriter's Blues."

The band broke up in 2000, after years of feuding over songwriting credits and publishing money. Doughty continued as a solo artist, and Gabay, Steinberg, and De Gli Antoni have been involved with other projects including a trio disc sans Doughty in 2004.



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