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40-Weight - FREE MUSIC!

In 1998 I released an album that I made in my Iowa City basement called 30-Weight. I recorded it myself (poorly) and worked on it off and on throughout my twenties while I was finishing college, buying a house, getting married, working a regular job etc. I turned 30 that year. I didn’t really know what I was doing at the time and I never thought it would lead to four more albums made in real studios and take me all over the world. I’ve been very blessed on this decade long musical journey and my best friends as well as my wife/wives have all been connected to the music in some form.

So…as I start my 40th year, I find myself cleaning out my Wisconsin basement getting ready for a move to Los Angeles, California. I have dug up some interesting recordings/songs that have never found a home on my studio albums. And I’ve decided to give them to you! A THANK YOU to folks who have supported me this past decade. I appreciate ya’ll giving a damn as I’ve pissed into these fickle music biz winds. I’ll upload a free unreleased original song each month for the 12 months of my 40th year on this planet. This project will be called 40-Weight.

To download the new songs from this website, just click the Discography button on your right… or you can also go to KP MySpace. I just uploaded a song called “Hard Eyes” for May 2008 ...it’s all yours. No promises on sonic fidelity as I’m still a shitty engineer!

Enjoy and thanks again for the support these past 10 years! I’ll let you know when I post the June 2008 song.
KP

“Everything is free now…”
- Gillian Welch

Hard Eyes
(K. Pardekooper/ASCAP)

Well here we go again, same old shit, it happens every year
You could come stay with me, hell bring the kids, all you gotta do is lose that beer.
You just think I’m mean, you’d rather drink gasoline Than leave this bar with me tonight
You’re too young for those hard eyes

If you’re gonna drive away, the least you could do is buckle up them kids
Hell even Superman crashed and burned and how would you live with that?
You just think I’m wrong and you think you’re too strong to ever come down to this
You’re too young for those hard eyes

You can’t blame momma boy she always let us run
You can’t blame poppa he was dead before we were grown
You can’t blame me ‘cause I’m your only living kin
I’m the only one fool enough to keep on dragging your drunk ass in…

And here comes Christmas time What kind of show you gonna put on for Jesus this year?
Your kids are getting older now, late at night they start to hide your beer
They know you’ll be gone, that the pull on you is too strong When you’re out in the neon light
You just come undone, Lord and you just gotta run down them demons every night
You’re too young for those hard eyes
You’re too young for those hard eyes…

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