SEVEN SONGS OF THE WILLSEYVILLE ANSWERING MACHINE
1) YOU CALLED WILLSEYVILLE (1999)
You picked up the phone
And you started to call
One Six Oh Seven
Stop
You could've called Ithaca
You could've called Binghamton
You could've called Cortland
But no
You called Willseyville
(You called Willseyville)
And I'm glad that you did
Cause I live in Willseyville
(I live in Willseyville)
Heaven help me this is where I live
2) THE WILLSEYVILLE RAP (2000)
Yeah!
You picked up the phone
Letcha fingaz hit the digitz
Or maybe I'm on speed dial
Cuz ya can't wait to get wit this
Of all o' the different towns
In this six oh seven area code
Spencer or Enfield or Homer
You called my home
W-I-L-L-S-E-Y-V-I-L-L-E
Willseyville, Willseyville to talk to me
I said
W-I-L-L-S-E-Y-V-I-L-L-E
Willseyville, Willseyville to talk to me
But I aint here
Yo
3) WILLSEYSHOP QUARTET (2000)
Hey, this is Joel
I'm not home
Leave a message after the tone
I'm not home
I'm not home
Leave a message after the tone
This is Joel
I'm not home
Leave a message after the tone
I'm not home
I'm not home
Leave a message after the tone
In Willseyville!
4) Thanks For Calling Willseyville (2001)
Thanks for calling Willseyville
But right now I'm not in Willseyville
I'm probably up at school
Or at work in the coffee shop
I might be at home in Liverpool
But when I get back to Willseyville
I'm gonna call you back
Yeah you can bet I will
'Cause I'll be so sad and lonely
Yes it's me and me only
All by myself in Willseyville
5) WILLSEY MINIMALISM (2001)
Everyone always complains
That they can't hear what I'm sayin'
On my answering machine
It pisses me off
'Cause I spend so much time
Writing these friggin songs
This is my solution
No more drums
No more harmonies
Just me
Singing real clearly
Enunciating to the best of my ability
And then a beep
WILLSEY SAY WHAT? (2002)
Habaydowvebaydangdowzenyatangdien
In Willseyville
Caimindaneonawahmoan
On my telephone
Steebowndoewangzadowlahzebadayge
I'm not home
Annaigoenanadeenbahbahdowanie
Leave a message after the beep
7) GOODBYE WILLSEYVILLE (2002)
This is the last song that I'll ever write about Willseyville
For my answering machine
'Cause at the end of July my lease is up
It's time to move out of here, so you know what that means...
I'm gonna rap so fast
That you won't understand a word that i'm sayin'
and and and
I'm gonna play so many instruments
That you won't hear a note that I'm playin'
and and and
I'm gonna sing so many harmonies
That it all gets lost in a cacophony Of pain!
Willseyville, goodbye Willseyville
It's been real but it's time to leave
Willseyville, this is my ode to Willseyville
Double-You-Eye-Double-El-Es-Ee-Why
Vee-Eye-Double-El-Ee
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