Kevin Kratzke Fights Scurvy

by Kevin Kratzke

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released August 1, 2011

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Kevin Kratzke is a Los Angeles-based singer, songwriter, actor, and entertainer.

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Track Name: Vitamin C
There's a little white spot on a red rubber ball;
she bounces it high, never lets it fall,
and she wonders what it's like to be so tall,
'cause in this big old world you can feel so small.

A little white lie that you told to me
kept me on my toes and begging on my knees.
Now, she's offering me up the cure for free
just a welcome shift of reality.

She can tell the fib from the fable,
she's a sensible girl.
High above the noise of the cable,
she's on top of the world.
The first words she spoke were a Vaudeville joke;
she's a kidder with no apology.
She makes me feel good as a boy can be;
she's like a full day's supply of Vitamin C.

There's a little white box where you tried to hide
the parts of me you though should stay inside.
Now, the knot you tied around has come untied
and she's taken me for a ride.

She's been stripping off all the labels;
she's a beautiful girl.
Look at what she's brought to the table;
it's the best in the world.
She'll let you in with a Vaudeville grin,
and you'll hope that she invites you to stay.
She helps me see things that looked so far away;
she's like a full day's supply of Vitamin A.

She makes me feel smooth as a boy can be;
she's like a full day's supply of Vitamin A.
Track Name: I Do Love a Waltz
It's your dime; it's your song.
It's my fault that she's gone,
but that tune you were humming
was ours, for a time.

That claim has run out;
just the same, there's no doubt
that she's still got a claim
on my mind.

It's a beautiful song;
on that we agree,
but, if you'll choose another,
the next round's on me,

'Cause I do love a waltz
when there's someone to waltz with.
I do love a waltz
when there's someone who'll sway
with me, but there ain't, so I don't,
so, please, tell me you won't
play that song you were going to play,
'cause I do love a waltz,
but not that kind of waltz
on this kind of day.

Wandering aimlessly, counting out loud,
"One, two, three, one two three," wearing the cloud
of a beautiful memory. Who's crying now?
Looks like it's me; she showed me how.
Track Name: Arkansas
I should probably shut my mouth before I push her away,
but that's just what I've always done, and look where I am today,
sitting here in a hotel room with a pad and a pen,
a cup of coffee and this guitar, singing solo again.

There's a pair of eyes in Arkansas calling
from a lady in a southern family home,
and she may not realize how far I've fallen,
but she lets me dream I might not die alone.

It might be a waste of time, but it's my time to waste.
Brother, I'd wager everything for the chance at one little taste.
I'm trying to stop hiding out from everything that I need.
Now that I've got my heart in line, it's time to get my head up to speed.

There's a pair of eyes that's heading out to Mobile,
but I'm driving past the California line.
If I only had the words to say how I feel,
I'd turn myself around and make her mine.

There's a pair of eyes in California crying
for the only pair of eyes they want to see.
If I claimed I'm not a fool then I was lying,
but she could make a merry fool of me.
Track Name: Knitting Girl, Pt. I
Beautiful girl, won't you knit me a sweater?
Summer is gone and the cold's coming in.
Package it up with a sweet, perfumed letter
that I can read over and over again.

Beautiful girl, won't you knit me a hat?
The steam from my breath's hanging thick in the air.
There ain't no roof overhead where I'm at.
Sweet knitting girl, show me somebody cares.

Beautiful girl, won't you knit me some gloves?
My fingers are frozen; I can't light a match.
I know that it's too much to ask to be loved,
but sweet knitting girl, it's my death that I'll catch.

Beautiful girl, won't you knit me some wings,
so I can fly off somewhere I can be saved.
Package them up with a few pretty things
that I can take with me; I'm going to my grave.
Track Name: Knitting Girl, Pt. II
Beautiful girl, won't you knit me a sweater?
Summer is gone, now I'm chilled to the bone.
Package it up with a sweet, perfumed letter.
Beautiful girl, tell me you'll be my own.

Beautiful girl, won't you knit me some socks?
I've worn mine out walking miles to your door.
Package them up in a white paper box,
and tell me I don't have to be alone anymore.

Beautiful girl, won't you knit me a hat?
The words that I sing hang so thick in the air.
Package them up with some this and some that,
and bring that hat down to me, girl, won't you show me you care.

Beautiful girl, won't you knit me some gloves,
without no fingertips, without any thumb?
Package them up with a note signed with love,
and I'll keep on playing your song 'til my fingers turn numb.

Beautiful girl, won't you knit me some wings,
so I can fly off somewhere I can be saved.
Bring them to me where the mockingbird sings.
I'll burn up in the sun before I fall to my grave.
Track Name: Carolina
You fill my mind with songs and lore of cavaliers and troubadours
and the riches of a king
You stole my heart, tied up with yours, past castle walls with iron doors
and you ushered in the Spring

I'll go wherever you lead, but it's getting hard to follow
See, the moon through the fog is leaving such soft shadows
There was something you said or just some person's words that you borrowed
that made me believe we'd be there tomorrow

You fill my ears with words that ease the stinging of the bitter breeze
in the early morning chill
You toss your hair and bat your eyes and call the rain down from the skies
and you lead me down the hill

Now there's nothing in between me and the water
I wade in 'til I can barely touch the sand
and I think that I could swim to Carolina
but I think I feel her fingers in my hand.
Track Name: San Antonio
To anyone here who might have forgotten:
love is a terrible weight on your mind.
You slumber with silk, and wake up with cotton,
and sometimes it's deaf and it's dumb but not blind.

While walking along the banks of the river,
I first saw the girl with the curls in her hair.
She led me to love, but I didn't go with her.
I've been there before; I'm not going back there.

She took me to all the shops in La Villita,
and bought me a ring carved in silver and blue.
She plied me with smiles and a few margaritas.
What else was a poor, broken boy supposed to do?

Let's not be difficult; it's pretty typical;
hearts made like mine are so easily swayed.
It's a well-tested theory; when eyes flutter near me...
That's just how my mistakes are all made.

The sun left the sky and the time came to leave her
I pretended to not see the tear in her eye.
She said, "See you soon," but I didn't believe her;
I could always tell "See you soon," from "Goodbye."

It's not so strange, you know; it's just the way things go.
Hearts made like mine aren't so easily stayed.
It's a well-tested theory; when eyes flutter near me...
That's just how my mistakes are all made.

To anyone here who might have forgotten:
love is a terrible weight on your mind.
You slumber with silk, and wake up with cotton,
and sometimes it's deaf and it's dumb but not blind.
Track Name: Ransom Note
2800 miles of highway in between -
It's about a 40 hour drive from sea to shining sea.
Got your picture right here in my pocket your lipstick's still on my coat.
I got the wheel in one hand and here in the other's this ransom note you wrote.

"If you ever want to see your heart alive again,
follow these instructions, boy, and I'll see about giving it back to you then:

Come back, and you'd better well come alone.
There'll be no negotiations, don't bother calling, I ain't gonna answer the phone.
No tricks, no trouble, just get here on the double,
bring that silver tongue and face full of stubble and those two strong hands.
You'd better meet all these demands."

2800 memories clouding up my mind,
some good, some bad, but they all add up to one heck of real fine time.
I put your picture up on the dash so you could stare me down.
Now every passing streetlight tells me that I'd better turn around.

Is it better where I'm going now or where I've been?
All I know right now, for sure, is I'm reading this note of yours over again.

Is it better where I've been or where I'm bound?
Well, I read your note once more, and now my car's pulling over and turning around.
Track Name: The City
The city's got a river, but it hasn't got a river you can sing to.
The city's got some stars, but they aren't going to guide your way.
The city's got a rhythm, and sometimes it's the only thing to cling to.
The city's got a show, but you'll never make the matinee.

Just wait until the morning breaks in through your bedroom door,
afraid to ask for more,

but it's just another beautiful day in the city.
The city lost track of the rest long ago.
It's just another beautiful day in the city,
the perfect place for someone so pretty to go.

The city's got a middle, but it hasn't got a middle you can get to.
The city's got some clouds, but it hasn't got a drop of rain.
The city's got a riddle that you're only going to solve if it'll let you.
The city's got a song, but we've only heard a long refrain.

Just wait until the morning traffic's made it where they're bound,
afraid of what you've found,
Track Name: Intoxicate
(It's the) chemical reaction from the perfume that you wear,
the obvious attraction of your smile,
the simple satisfaction of my fingers through your hair. . .
let me lay here, dizzy, for a while.

I've always been hanging around some corner of your mind,
memorizing every shape and hue,
and I may not be a painter, oh, but I can trace the lines
and intoxicate you the way you do to me.

(It's a) welcome deviation from the way things used to be
with a great appreciation for the night.
This sweet intoxication that you're bringing down on me
is taking my senses, and it's starting with my sight.

I may not be the lover that you dreamed of all your life,
with slicked-back hair and shiny patent shoes,
and I can't predict the future, oh, but I can read your mind
and intoxicate you the way you do to me.