Soul Coughing, 1992-2000, was a New York-based band founded by vocalist and guitarist Mike Doughty(who billed himself at the time as 'M. Doughty'), a folk singer (he attended Eugene Lang College with Ani DiFranco, where they studied with Sekou Sundiataand played around the school together), slam poet, sometime music writer, and doorman at the old Houston Street location of The Knitting Factory, then a nexus for such avant-garde artists as John Zorn . Doughty put the band together from instrumentalists he met as they came through the club; he met sampler player Mark De Gli Antoni(recently graduated with a composition degree from Mannes College of Music) when they both participated in a performance of Zorn's "game piece" Cobra. This same ensemble also featured Jeff Buckley. Doughty brought a stack of CDs over to De Gli Antoni's house one afternoon and had him sample iconic riffs from Raymond Scott, Carl Stalling, Howlin' Wolf, and The Andrews Sisters, among others.
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True Dreams Of Wichita Lyrics
Soul Coughing
Signal got lost to the satellite
Got lost in the
Rideup 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
Ive seen the
Rains of the real world
Come forward on the plain
Ive seen the kansas of your sweet little myth
Youve never seen it, no,
Im 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 drivers liscense
Ive seen you
Fire up the gas in the engine valves
Ive seen your hand turn saintly on the radio dial
Ive 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 didnt want it, no
Im half drunk on static you transmit
Through your
True dreams
Of wichita
(freestyle verse)
Punch it
I got, uh, fed
I got, uh, too much things on bounce, uh, my head
I got to burn em up
I got to burn em up now
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 my side
True dreams