1. |
Lady's Chariot
04:09
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She shall come and take us thousands… (when she comes)
She´ll be dragging six black angels… (when she comes)
We will all see Lady´s chariot
She´ll be comin´ round the mountain
She´ll be riding six black horses….(when she comes)
Oh that day we shall remember …. .(when she comes)
Oh we all go out to meet her …. (when she comes)
Oh we´ll all sing Hallelujah….. (when she comes)
We will all see Lady´s chariot
She´ll be comin´ round the mountain
She´ll be riding six black horses …. (when she comes)
(Traditional)
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2. |
Old Ben Clark
04:41
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Same Old Ben Clark
from his days of lust ´n loath
devil shook inside him, yeah.
He hit the bottle hard by then
danced the moonshine waltz
drunk as rule before it´s noon
never find him straight.
Far distant cry
not as fierce as sounded old time
but the devil still he howls inside.
Fare thee well old Ben Clark, old friend,
Got no place in heaven for ya, man.
Same Old Ben Clark
dwells the cypress soil
long ago his bones got dry.
He travelled light of grieve and guilt
regretted not a thing
got his fun and did his harm,
saved for morrow none.
Fare thee well old Ben Clark, old friend,
Got no place in heaven for ya, man.
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3. |
The Real Her
07:21
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Soon she started to make some questions
about the real real her
wasn´t her just like the others?
It didn´t feel, it didn´t feel that way
Confined since child inside this backroom
he swore in her own good
He used to tell it would protect her
from the sin, he said, that ran inside her veins
Found the real, real her.
Grew therefore the most obedient
she pleased his little needs
concerned of guilt, she seeked forgiveness
despite she barely knew the nature of her sin.
His restless gaze upon her daylong
he cared in his own way
knowing not no other feeling
she guessed it might, it might be so called love
Found the real, real her.
By the time she found the lock was open
he was cold for long
took her while to find the courage
to step ahead and leave this room behind.
The way the story is told from that point
It ain´t clear at all
some folks say she couldn´t take it
when she finally met the real, real her.
Found the real, real her.
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4. |
Loved Henry
04:39
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Come inside and spend the night, my loved Henry
thou shall have both wine and coal
my fire burns brighter.
“I can´t get down and I will not, despite ya´gold chains
There´s a pretty girl in Cornersville
I love far better”.
I wonder if she ever made it through.
She kissed him twice, and yet again, “I hope safe travel,
to meet your lady, ten times fair,
who waits down Cornersville”.
But the time he turned his back on her
she wounds him full deep,
took his last breath and he was gone
so by her hands.
I wonder if she ever did regret.
Rest well, rest well Henry Lee,
dwell in well´s deep
where water runs both cold and dark
and bones turn grey.
Some pretty girl in Cornersville
mourns her loved gone
ten times fair, as story goes
and ten times mourning.
I wonder if she ever made it through.
(Traditional)
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5. |
Allegation #2
05:06
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Got too high this morning, to hear the reasons why she left
could have been the whisky, maybe were the sleeping pills
maybe self-indulgence blinded me way too far to see…
Woke up in such headache, sunbeams dancing over my face
I wonder to be honest, did I notice her absence?
All I missed at that point, few painkillers and some booze…
May the drink take my troubles away…
Drown them into the jar
May them sink to the bottom, to the bottom of the glass…
Found you black and blue, babe, you were laying on your back
covered in your silk dress, with a glassy empty gaze
couldn´t say at that point what the hell had happened there…
Couldn´t find right answer, but hell, I found my booze
sank me into an ocean, vast and quiet and blue
God ,I really wished I never got out from that deep…
May the drink take my troubles away…
Drown them into the jar
May them sink to the bottom, to the bottom of the glass…
“I barely knew her name, sir, we just tried to get some fun
I swear I don´t know hell, what might happened to that girl
Maybe was the whisky, that blinded me full that very night…”
Not one word spoken, sounded close to be believed
They all heard just guilt talk, as you may well presume
So here I stand, on both my feet, I´m ready to meet the Lord…
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6. |
The Knoxville Girl
05:58
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I met a girl in Knoxville
A town we all know well
And every Sunday evening
Out of her home I'd dwell
Took her for a lovely walk
About a mile from town
I picked a stick up off the ground
And knocked that fair girl down.
She fell down her bended knees
For mercy she did cry
Oh, Willie dear, don't kill me here
I'm unprepared to die.
I took her by her golden curls
And drug her 'round and 'round
Threw her into the river
That flows through Knoxville town
Go down, go down, Knoxville girl
With the dark and roving eyes
Go down, go down, Knoxville girl
You can never be my bride.
She fell down her bended knees
For mercy she did cry
Oh, Willie dear, don't kill me here
I'm unprepared to die.
She never spoke another word
I only beat her more
Until the ground around me
Within her blood did flow.
They carried me to Knoxville
And put me in a hole
My mother tried to free me
But could not go my bail
So here I waste my years to come
Down this dirty old jail
´Cause I killed that pretty Knoxville girl
That girl I loved so well.
She fell down her bended knees
For mercy she did cry
Oh, Willie dear, don't kill me here
I'm unprepared to die
She never spoke another word
I only beat her more
Until the ground around me
Within her blood did flow.
(Traditional)
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7. |
Waltzing Mathilda
04:54
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Come a-knockin´at my door
kept wide open day and night
Doesn´t matter much to me
you got straight…
I heard the word spread around,
you have long come clean
But you and me babe, we both know
It ain´t so easy…
Won´t you waltz Matilda with me?
It ain´t no further sunset waitin´
Come a-waltz Matilda tonite,
tomorrow we´ll be long far gone…
It´s getting cold, so cold out there
could use some shelter, won´t you dear?
You could bet, you won´t regret
no need for alibi.
It´s been a while since you first came
I feel the urge, and yet it burns
You and me babe, we both know
You well deserve it…
Won´t you waltz Matilda with me?
It ain´t no further sunset waitin´
Come a-waltz Matilda tonite,
tomorrow we´ll be long far gone…
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8. |
The Righteous Path
06:10
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Quentin he was 28
by the time he realized
his much loved sister was no saint.
Born and raised down deep proud South
couldn´t help but blame
his own fault in Caddy´s shame.
Seek from father some advice
getting round the fact
he long saved for scotch his faith.
As for mother none them child
worth even the try
since his brother Ben went wrong.
Quentin reached his edge
as the mighty river rages
sick as was of fight for righteous.
Wanna rest for once and all
from the sound and the fury
could no found no better jury.
“This whole family as sick as doomed,
expect no less than ruin,
better burn it to the ground”.
No indulgence keept within,
black old maid has long forseen
rise and fall of Compson´s, keen.
Half the man he wished to be,
lacked the courage to face it all,
seeks the righteous path no more.
Quentin reached his edge
as the mighty river rages,
sick as was of fight for righteous.
Wanna rest for once and all
from the sound and the fury,
could no found no better jury.
It ain´t no righteous path,
no proud that comes untainted,
wasted as such for Compson´s glory
Wanna rest for once and all
from the sound and the fury,
could no found no better jury.
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9. |
One Night Love
06:35
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When the lights of stage have vanished
when the sound of music stops
Hit the road, the long hard one, man
seekin´comfort and one night love.
Drink ´n pills they ain´t much helping
everyday feels damm the same
Turn the radio, put the gear on
cowboy music for the ride
When the sound of music stops.
Met a girl in Border City
ran a drugstore, or so she said
few words baby, kindda lonely
had some rounds first and juke-box dance.
Drove her home with first light raising
full of bourbon, sick of night
said they´ll run to Music City
ended slept at back seat both.
When the sound of music stops
Turn the radio, hit the road
Almost midday when he got up
cursed the night and cursed himself
dropped her dream out next gas station
got the hell out of there.
When the sound of music is over
when the stars they do not bright
hit the road, turn the radio
another venue awaits somewhere.
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10. |
Harlam's Curse
04:52
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In the deep dark hills of Kentucky
that´s where I trace my blood
there on a hillside gravestone
my whole story is written down
“You won´t ever leave Harlam, at least not on your feet”.
Oh, my granddad walked Harlam mountains
and asked granny to become his bride
said “I´ll walk you out this holler,
there ain´t much hope in here for us”
but they would never leave Harlam, they would not leave alive.
I guessed no worth in them, mountains
´till a man from Northeast arrived
waving hundred dollar bills
said “I´ll pay ya if you dig my coal”
but you would never leave Harlam, at least not on your feet.
From the sunrise about ten in the morning
´till it goes down about three in the day
you fill your cup with your strongest bitter brew
and dig coal from the bottom of your grave
“You would never leave Harlam, at least not on your feet”.
(Darrell Scott tribute)
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11. |
Errant's Bible
05:41
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Oh mamma, are you awaken?
have you heard the news tonight?
they´ve said a robbery has been committed,
ended up in blood bath mess…oh yeah
Oh mamma, could you believe it?
they said your boy is one to blame
he got involved with wrong one sweetheart
the only one he could never please…oh yeah
Was the bird that wouldn´t fly
From a god forsaken town
Wasn´t born no natural outlaw
Still he carries his mamma´s bible
Oh mamma, would you have said it?
That little bird that would not fly
he got from you his errant bible
full right guidance you could provide…oh yeah
Was the bird that wouldn´t fly
From a god forsaken town
Wasn´t born no natural outlaw
Still he carries his mamma´s bible
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MY LEFT HAND Madrid, Spain
Grupo madrileño de rock formado por Marta (voz, guitarra) Jaime (guitarra), Antonio (bajo), Jacobo (teclado, guitarra, coros) y Andrés (batería). A medio camino entre el país de Lynyrd Skynyrd y el de Radiohead, se divierten imprimiendo la actitud del folk-rock americano más sureño en las formas del pop más sugerente. ... more
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