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Hobo Yearning
00:55
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Hobo Yearning
Oh empty path
I hear you now
The calling of my youth
From ballast rocks beneath the bridge
To lines awaiting soup
From fields of Corn to industry
Across the cloak of night
To streets of glass and barefoot songs
Neath Skyscrapers of light
From hop outs dug to shelter some
Those years of lightened sleep
Weigh heavy on my memory
From love to scars I keep
To trusting guts in heightened stance
From close-calls on the line
From shedding way my innocence
To Becoming all that’s mine
From frostbit toes to trench foot socks
Above the iron a’burning
I hear the calling of my youth
And heed that hobo yearning
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2. |
Boxcar Blues
04:12
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Boxcar Blues
Smokestack here I go again
Smokestack here I go again
Boxcar baby
I’ll put my money on you
Old tracks wrapping round the bend
Sit back, and feel the wind again
Boxcar baby
I’ll bet my money on you
Sweet Tea, chasin whiskey
All the Summertime, comin through the breeze
Boxcar Baby
I’ll loose my money to you
I’ve been trackin out the map, you see
Though I know it still ain’t far
Back and forth from sea to sea I’ll be
In an old freight car
I’ll take my honeycomb, over you again
Biding out my time, on the road my friend
Boxcar baby
I’ve got the boxcar blues
I’ll ride the highest line, put down all my cards
Way past Chicago, out to the Boston yard
Boxcar Baby
I’ll put my money on you
Maybe a penny or a dollar more
Might get lucky, if I’ve been there before
Boxcar baby
I’ll bet my money on you
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Talkin’ I Won’t Marry Ya Blues
If you wanna have a hand in anything with me
Just know this all I wanna be is free
You can hold my heart, pick me up
But if you’re thinkin marriage, then the gig is up
I’ve had my share of being stuck
So I’d leave you where you’re standing like a droopy eyed pup, no regrets from me
Cause boy do I love running
I don’t intend to be mean or unkind
But know this darlin, you can’t change my mind
For If you love me any at all, why do we gotta get the government involved?
Cause Uncle Sam’s a deadbeat foe
All he’s ever done is build a desolation row
And There’s no dowry that comes with me..maybe a bit of instability,
I’m an angry woman at best
Now love is a power and love is a force
But if you like marriage you better like divorce
One day we could tie the knot, next thing you know you’ve taken all I’ve got
All my time and dignity, Left in domesticity
Look at allll those odds, if you got eyes, cause I don’t like my chances, too wild
So then Keep your step up with mine, cause of you’re laggin then I’m leaving you behind
Cause I talk strong, so if you talk soft
I’m callin this whole damn love thing off
Call me a crook, call me a bitch,
call me your darlin I don’t care which
But you can call me a survivor,
survivor of no good love that is,
I’ll meet you on the tarmac,
let’s see if you can catch me
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4. |
The Rising Sun
03:40
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The Rising Sun
That spoon is full of poison
I motion to the door
lock up behind me my conscience
I’ll never want no more
I’ll never want no more
There’s an old cell round the corner
They call the rising Sun
Skeletons lain cross the floor boards
And me oh god I’m a one
me oh god I’m a one
It all started out as a pastime
One foot on the train
Till I widdled away all my virtue
Now I wear this ball and chain
I wear this ball and chain
Now the only thing I need is this suitcase and a trunk
And the only time I’m satisfied is when I’m on the junk
When I’m on the junk
I’m going to seek out my fortune
My race is almost run
I’m going back to end my life
Where it all begun
Go on go quick tell my mother
Never to forget
All that I’ve dones at the mercy
Of all I do regret
All I do regret
Don’t let my baby sister
Do as I have done
But to shun that cell in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
I fill my glass up to the brim and pace the chords around
The only joy Ill get from life is when l hit the ground
There is an old cell down the quarter
They call the rising sun
Skeletons lain cross the floor boards
And me oh god I’m one
And me oh god I’m a’one
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5. |
Baby's on the Borderline
03:45
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Baby’s on the Borderline
My baby lies awake at night
My baby cries when I ain’t right
My baby tries to fuss and fight
My baby’s on the borderline
My baby plays that deep base line
My baby knows how to satisfy
My baby likes to spit and shine
My baby’s loves like sweet July
My baby’s on the borderline
My baby gets too drunk off mine
My baby drinks to come alive
My baby cries ‘bout suicide
My baby’s on the borderline
Oh god bless her, she got under my skin
What can I do? Let the heartbreak begin
Sweet Odessa can you sing me the blues
After my heart, I’ve got nothing to lose
My baby keeps me up on my toes
A loopy delight, my haphazard rose
My baby’s on the borderline
She maybe crazy but she’s all mine
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6. |
Caroline
04:43
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Caroline
Oh heaven help me, look what I see
I got a gal at home, waitin for me
She gives me sweet, sweet peace of mind
Oh my darlin’, Caroline
Summertime’s bakin the shirt on my back
Caroline’s sneakin up to my neck
She keeps me cool in the day ‘neath the shade,
Heats my nights, bends my slacks with a smile
Caroline oh my darlin, she’s all mine
My gal loves nightly, holdin me up
She gives me hope when I’m down on my luck
Nobody knows me like she do
When I’m low with a wink on her knees
Gets me high
Oh my darlin, my sweet Caroline
I hit the road for months at a time
Past Mississippi back in the pines
She keeps me hopin and prayin she never be strayin
Out too far away from me, but I know she’s good to me
My sweet Caroline
Nothing so fine as when I’m holding my sweet Caroline
I’d stop my place in time to keep these moments from fading behind
All these moments
Of Caroline
Oh heaven help me, good god above
Baby’s beside me, I know this is love
She gives it soft and sweet,
keeps me buzzin
Gives me all that I need, don’t need nothin
But my sweet Caroline
Don’t need no rich man’s gold, No Cadillac
Don’t need no hitch hiking soul beneath the pack
If I got you I got it all, all I need
To keep me running back down the line
My sweet Caroline
Nothing so fine as when I’m holding my sweet Caroline
I’d bring the moon back down
If she asked me I wouldn’t deny
If she asked me, Caroline
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7. |
Feels Like Sin
05:22
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Feels Like Sin
Though I last met you long ago
You had held me sweet and low
Seems you’re a wicked taste of woe
You’re still a man I do not know
Unless it’s sorrow, I can’t explain
Welcome tomorrow holds more pain
I’ve lately been deeply arcane
Give me a rush I can’t contain
You’re a stranger so it seems
But you have swallowed up my dreams
And I’ve been a hopeless fool
But still I yearn only for you
You had me propped up in the back
Pressed up against that bag of smack
You griped my track marks with a grin
Somehow it feels to me like sin
Must’ve forgotten you weren’t mine
Somewhere on back we drew the line
Oh angel, heavens giving in
Somehow it feels awfully like sin
And in the quiet hours I wait
you’ve got my soul it’s all too late
It might be reckless, but I’m reckless
And it might be fucked up
But I’m a fraud, I’ve been told
I’d let you strip down my confidence
Like it’s some form of romance
Still it ain’t the worst thing that I let you do to me
I wish it was
I wish I didn’t crave you anymore
Appease the shadows of the street
But I once had strength my own conceit
Your fallen face had met my lips
For beaten hands to reach my hips
To make me fight my sanity
With a bounding wind so I can’t breathe
They could hear our terror through the walls
But I never cared too much at all
Oh angel, heavens giving in
What heartless wretch that I’ve been
Though loves a soothing agony
It still feels like sin to me it still feels like sin to me it still feels like sin to me
It might be reckless, but I’m reckless
And it might be wicked up
But I’m a fraud, I’ve been told
I let you fuck me up in the street
All of north beach to see
Still it ain’t the worst thing that I let you do to me
I wish it was
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8. |
The Loss of My Fight
04:52
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The Loss of My Fight
Oh what pain to fall for a man fallen fast
For the love of another
Alas, I’m constantly losing the battle
For my true loves heart
Be it blessings from folly, or that pit of discord
I have not been a soul of my word
For each night I’m awake for my luck to be mourned
He’s wrapped in her arms once more
My hands have grown battered and worn from the road
My wisdom is wearing away
And my steady contrition for infatuation
Has left me a sorry cliché
Well patient I wait for some hope to be softened
This faith has been such a burden
For that clandestine sparrow that’s pumping my blood all bewitches me body and soul
Still I cling to my chest the verses past written the melody rings in my hear
If I’d known the last time I saw him I’d lose him I’d pine for him all the same
Well once he told me don’t pine for tomorrow, pine for the words left unsaid
Well there’s no more use in saying I love you when his new love awaits him in bed
So I cradle this bottle, the loss of my fight
That man I cannot win
And if all of this whiskey don’t kill me
than I don’t what will
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9. |
That Perfect Storm
04:54
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That Perfect Storm
Can’t fall asleep I’m pacing up the floor
And I’ve been too meek in the face of my own scorn
I can’t relax until shoot into the deep and melt away from this stage in my susceptible reform
Can’t I redeem all the nights I lay to waste?
Not as it seems, if I could try for anything
It’d be to walk into the wake of all my shambled disarray for just one taste of that forgotten perfect storm
Stagnant hope, oh who am I to judge
I barley cope, when I feel lost beyond the edge
I think you know of all the times I’ve fallen far beneath the helm to wander aimlessly away to my desire
Oo hark herald in my arms
I’ve taken all the goods and left you dry
Oo be it Jupiter in sight
I’m forever pinning for that perfect storm
Ain’t it a laugh? that it goddamn doesn’t mean much
Just a note, a thought that I can’t touch
Life was handed to me straight on a ragged silver platter and the only bit I used were all cracks
Can’t it be simple? after all I guess it is
I’ve been the place card, for the one you really missed
Went through the motions till the sun broke through the moon, until the rays shot through the scope, I was no prophet anyway
Oo hark herald in my arms
I’ve taken all the goods and left you dry
Oo be it Jupiter in sight
I’m forever pinning for that perfect storm
Grab a glass and drink your little heart out
I’ve blurred the lines and left them far behind
It might be sticky what a mess I’ve made, and honestly I lied, I am no angel strictly fallen by your side
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10. |
Where The Brave Run Free
06:22
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Where The Brave Run Free
I feel it in my joints, they tend to disappoint
I’m Placated and anointed by a simple drop of vice I call wine
so I might forget this time
You call it booze, you say that I don’t know no blues
You jumped the gate,
but I’m too busy running for the train
Rumble and shake and quake the train it wakes me up
Rumble and shake and quake the train it lulls me back again
Boy does it move me out of town
Hoped for a better end but I pulled the shortest straw, it was the last,
I lost years to whiskey and that cheap cognac
To douse a fuse, lord, it burnt ‘way any good excuse
So I’ll run the track, but ain’t ever looking back
Rumble and shake and quake the train it wakes me up
Rumble and shake and quake the train it lulls me back again
Boy does it move me out of town
I ride the open air, the unknown as I dare to see the sights
I’ve seen the lows and I’ve seen the brightest heights
I love the in-between, oh to see what few have ever seen
Call me a wandering hopeless hoping libertine
The passing towns light up my journey through the dark
Oh where I go, where I end I’ll never know
Tonight I’ll See the stars in the salt flats seething ‘round my old boxcar
Their red and blue on either side in the daylight it’s true
That there’s a world out there you’ll never see if your stuck back in routine
Don’t start that trap or be like me, to slosh around inside the drink, go find the in between, baby,
go where the brave run free
Rumble and shake and quake the train it wakes me up
Rumble and shake and quake the train it lulls me back again
Boy does it move me out of town
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