Now We Know

by Go Van Gogh

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In a better world this LP "Now We Know" would be the 2013 Grammy winner for best every kind of thing (cause what category could they possibly put Go Van Gogh in).
But to paraphrase Dr Frank "I didn't make him for the academy, I made him for YOU".
Much like our live sets, where we play to get the crowd moving, this LP is for you. To make you drive faster on the freeway (not in town please), clean your house more joyously, bounce down the sidewalk with even more aplomb, or just bring a smile to your lovely face.
The mix is a bit more on the Latin tip this time around, but we have not forgotten our Klezmer, Ska, Country Western, Surf, Balkan, Highlife, Rockin roots. So load it in, crank it up, and invite over the neighbors, cause there's gonna be a party going on.

credits

released June 30, 2013

Connie Walkershaw - saxophones, vocals
Jesse Walkershaw - bass, vocals
Brad Bechtel - lap steel, dobro, mandolin
Jesse Jackson - guitar, vocals
Dane Pryce - conga, percussion
Joseph Chavez - bongos, percussion
Rick Brown - trombone

All songs written by Connie and Jesse Walkershaw
Except "Many Solos No Tapan" traditional, arranged by Connie and Jesse Walkershaw

Produced by The Walkershaws and Norman Rutherford
Tracked Mixed and Mastered in San Francisco
at Ear To The Ground Recording by Norman Rutherford

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Listening to Go Van Gogh is like traveling the world in your ears, as the band plays an eclectic mix of genres. Their music is like a gateway drug: Once you're hooked on Go Van Gogh, you might dig deeper to search out their musical influences. Go Van Gogh excel at bringing the party wherever they perform and have spent decades in the San Francisco music scene. ... more

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Track Name: Mr. Lobster
When the waters cold, drop the lobster in
Still unaware his time is thin
Once the gas is turned on, spark up the flame
He barely notices the change in the game

The temperature creeps up, a degree at a time
Mr. Lobster is thinking everything’s fine
Too late to get wise, to the temperature rise
As the pot boils, Mr. Lobster expires

Mr. Lobster, Mr. Lobster
Ruled by thugs as bad as mobsters

And us, like Mr. Lobster, stuck in the pot
Won’t see what truth have been forgot
Sold as news, each year with fewer views
Heads they win, tails we lose

Mr. Lobster, Mr. Lobster
Can’t see the boss is just an impostor

No pertinent fact
No singular act
Can push the train back on the tracks
Lulled into slumber, by electronic wonder
Temperature rises, Mr. Lobsters gone under

Mr. Lobster, ruled by thugs as bad as mobsters
Mr. Lobster, Can’t see the boss is just an impostor
Track Name: Cassie's Bubble
All the pills for you to swallow
Will be refilled for you tomorrow
Pretty pills all blue and yellow
To keep your disposition mellow
Oh Wow it goes and never stops
And on it goes and never stops
And so it goes and never stops
This bubble life that never pops

All the rules for you to follow
Leaves you feeling thin and hollow
And any rules you chance to break
Earns another pill to take
Oh Wow it goes, and never stops
And on it goes and never stops
And so it goes and never stops
This bubble life that never pops
Track Name: If Love Is Out Of Fashion
Cool turns to cold
As we come by hot on the cheap
My time poorly spent
With the company I keep

If love is out of fashion
If love is out of fashion
If love is out of fashion
Life loses its attraction

Left off in convenience
How I will feel
What might have been
Becomes just a kiss to steal

If love is out of fashion
If love is out of fashion
If love is out of fashion
Joy can barely happen

All tied up in the trappings of passion
My heart a prisoner of war
Treating love as something to be rationed
Ignoring what that love was for

If love is out of fashion
If love is out of fashion
If love is out of fashion
The heart becomes unfastened
Track Name: Paper Flowers
The glass shows light
On the Moon lit night
There’s frost upon the panes
As we hug the shadows
The doorway yawns
Lets out bits of song
About rum and sugar cane
Down the halls they echo

First dance, fast dance
Fills the wooden floor
Slow dance, slim chance
With the one that you adore

Above our heads
In crepe and red
A fantasy delight
Romance as paper flowers
A teenage dream
Of finer things
To lift the common night
As we climb the higher hours

Next dance, best chance
Can’t untie your tongue
Last dance, last chance
But out the night had run
Track Name: Go Van Gogh
Making frisson in the mission at Revolution Café
Fill it to the rafters, every time we play
At Disco Volante, Oakland right downtown
Everyone's rubbing shoulders to the Van Gogh sound

Go Van Gogh, Gogh Van Gogh
You best get hip to what we do now daddyo
Not your mama's Go Van Gogh, not your papa's Go Van Gogh
Lets all go with Go Van Gogh

Playing two at once, Ms Connie rocks the sax
Lets the competition know they better just jump back jack
Then we are cruising in the country on slide steel guitar
Mr Brad Bechtel's gonna light up this bar

Chorus

Jesse Jackson, he likes to vamp, he likes to shred
Turns his amp up to 11, tries to wake the dead
And on percussion, Dane and Joe, they rule any stage
But catch them at the break, outside smoking that sweet gage

Chorus

Kingston Jamaica, down in Mexico
Even Accra Ghana is gone on Go Van Gogh
Now I've given you this message, as its spreading round the globe
You can waltz your way to heaven
You can dance right into heaven
You can fly right up to heaven when you get gone on Go Van Gogh