1. |
Racin the Train
03:07
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don’t leave me alone now racin the train
all that I do here is bitch and complain
all that was sunshine’s comin up rain
misery lonesome grief and pain
once dear I thought I’d take pleasure in pain
chainmail and legless limbs outta spain
love that my darlin I should have slain
but each mornin pleasure refrain
don’t leave me alone now racin the train
all that I do here is bitch and complain
all that was sunshine’s comin up rain
misery lonesome grief and pain
dogs that hang on the western plain
here I to study adverts and rain
illegally carrying my white cane
did I wander from you did I feel a shame
don’t leave me alone now racin the train
all that I do here is bitch and complain
all that was sunshine’s comin up rain
misery lonesome grief and pain
don’t leave me alone now racin the train
all that I do here is bitch and complain
all that was sunshine’s comin up rain
misery lonesome grief and pain
misery lonesome grief and pain
misery lonesome grief and pain
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2. |
Sittin in the Space
04:09
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You’re sittin in the space I’m starin into
And I can’t barely light my cigarette
There’s a beer where my tears are fallin into
And the way to love me I just ain’t found yet
And I’m down on the couch
Sullen still, delaying light
Lay it all on me now
Just for now, just for tonight
Words stuck inside my head like arrows
Just over the Washington State Freeway
My last days, ripped up and banned at last
I kiss the ruler from my balcony
Fly by night, stuck in my mind
A song is drawn from the hotel mirror
Did the least I could do
To bring it down, down the mountain
You’re sittin in the space I’m starin into
And I can’t barely light my cigarette
There’s a beer where my tears are fallin into
And the way to love me I just ain’t found yet
Fly by night, stuck in my mind
A song is drawn from the hotel mirror
Did the least I could do
To bring it down, down the mountain
In a silver ribbon to the sea
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3. |
Gourd Flower
03:19
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from the trellis outside the stable
I picked for you this gourd flower
and set it in m’hair to see me though
yes I admit it, ’twas you I
picked it for, that poor flower
on my honor, I snapped a crucifix in two
I’m not the only rootin’ tootin’ scootin’
whatever I am, so don’t ask me again
or I’ll tell you my plan
passing through the snow
was never going to happen
for our gourd flower
when hickory fills the air
and trees are blue
till I see you on the boulevard of roses
good flower, my flower of mourning for you
I’m not the only rootin’ tootin’ scootin’
whatever I am, so don’t ask me again
I’m not the only rootin’ tootin’ scootin’
whatever I am, so don’t ask me again
I’m not the only rootin’ tootin’ scootin’
whatever I am, so don’t ask me again
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are you a prophet are you a leaflet
can the small rain down can rain
there’s a hook in my eye a knife in my gullet
no more lonesome heartache
come over monday come over wednesday
leave me tuesday all alone
I got a lot of myself to love
while we’re on this lockdown
some lose their shit and some lend a shoulder
I’ll chop a foothold in the floor by and by
and dream of my darlin waist-deep in clover
pulling an oar to reach my side
are you a prophet are you a leaflet
can the small rain down can rain
there’s a hook in my eye a knife in my gullet
no more lonesome heartache
maybe I love you maybe I like you
wish I could come all over your mind
with those cornflower eyes you look like the type who
cupid’s sharpest dart would find
are you a prophet are you a leaflet
can the small rain down can rain
there’s a hook in my eye a knife in my gullet
no more lonesome heartache
are you a prophet are you a leaflet
can the small rain down can rain
there’s a hook in my eye a knife in my gullet
no more lonesome heartache
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5. |
Just Like a Man
04:41
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you’re just like a man in an old country song
no case on your pillow and the sheets are on wrong
got a sink full of dishes but what’s hauntin your mind
is the sight of your name up in big glowing lights
you sing ‘my baby done left me like in stories they tell
left me alone with my pocket in my sleeve
left me forlorn like a rocket in the pleiades
just floating along in the faraway breeze’
sailors make their way by the north pole star
which stays in its station not significantly to move
whose seeming non-motion gestures to prove
how the sun knows our feelings and the moon guides our groove
I’m just like a person in an old country song
thinking it can change its man, actin like nothin’s wrong
takin the abuse and comin back for more
like slippin the devil the key to your door
rattling the fishes on the ocean floor
so I ain’t gonna be your baby
not like that anymore, for too long I said maybe
but that ain’t fair to you no more
I wanted to be more than a pallet on your floor
and do somethin other than a’walkin the floor
w/ the singing fishes on the ocean floor
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6. |
Goin to Nashville
04:24
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I’m goin to Nashville, gonna be a star
And when they ask me just what I are
I’ll say I’m a country singer, a writer and a rambler
Flat in the middle of Texas, pat in the panhandle of Texas
Up in the hat of Texas yippee tii yii yayy
I’ve lived in this country west and I dallied in the east
California was melancholy New York lay it on me
I’m goin to Nashville, gonna be a star
And when they ask me just what I are
I’ll say I’m a country singer, a writer and a rambler
Flat in the middle of Texas, pat in the panhandle of Texas
Up in the hat of Texas yippee tii yii yayy
There’s a star over Winslow that shines in Mescalero
And on the horses in Norway and the shining vaqueros
I’m goin to Nashville, gonna be a star
And when they ask me just what I are
I’ll say I’m a country singer, a writer and a rambler
Flat in the middle of Texas, pat in the panhandle of Texas
Up in the hat of Texas yippeee tii yii yayy
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7. |
Covid-19 Blues
04:16
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I went down to the ocean to watch the seals swim by
I went down to the sea where the stately pelicans fly
And then I saw what was written on the sign
I got the co-o-o-ovid ni-ineteen blues
the coro-o-ona vi-irus blues
Since I left my baby, no ain’t nothin been right
Since I left my darlin, no little thing’s been right
And now the little sparrows fall out of the sky
I got the co-o-o-ovid ni-ineteen blues
the coro-o-ona vi-irus blues
I gotta stay away six feet from my brother
I gotta stay away six feet from my lover
Sometimes I’d think I’d rather shelter six feet under
I got the co-o-o-ovid ni-ineteen blues
the coro-o-ona vi-irus blues
Can’t keep their knee off the neck of my brother
Can’t keep their bullets out of the chest of my sister
Now we gonna fly with a different weather
I got the co-o-o-ovid ni-ineteen blues
the coro-o-ona vi-irus blues
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8. |
Buddy
03:09
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On the plains of South Texas I loved a young man
Who was trying to make it in a honky tonk band
As lean as a beanpole and tall as a tree
And he chewed a toothpick where a cigar used to be
Ah Buddy, why don’t you love me
Why I’d wrestle an angel for you
To heaven up there I swear I will wear
Something gold, borrowed, and blue
Well he had the boots and he had the hat
And he sang Hank like he was all that
All the boys loved his moustache and I was no exception
But he led me down a road of deception
Ah Buddy, why won’t you love me
Why I’d wrestle an angel for you
To heaven above I pray for your love
If you’ll only, only say I do
I spent my nights alone while he was on the road
Makin love to his guitar and to his microphone
Gamblin his pay away while I was left to moan
To be his one sweet darlin in old San Antone
Ah Buddy, who don’t you love me
Why I’d wrestle a gator for you
To heaven on high I pray I will die
That’s unless you will be my groom
Well I told him I wanted to be his wedded love
And to cherish him over all others above
He cupped my chin and said to me darlin
If I married you for love I’d be starvin
Ah Buddy, why don’t you love me
Why I’d wrestle an angel for you
To heaven on high I pray I will die
That’s unless you will be my groom
Oh only, only say I do
Ah only, only say I do
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9. |
It's Okay Honey
05:35
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it’s ok honey, and it’s all right darlin
the sun’s gonna still come up in the mornin
and the deer will still come down to the river to drink
oh and what did you think
it’s ok honey, and it’s all right darlin
the stars’ll still come alive in the evenin
spinnin their tales and wearing their garments of satin
from the grasslands to manhattan
and not till the rivers run backward
and not till the north turns southward
and not till the snow inundates hell
will anyone say I didn’t love you well
it’s ok honey, and it’s all right darlin
venus will dim the brim of the horizon
following the sun, and reappearing in the morning
and we witnessed it happening
it’s ok honey, it’s all right little darlin
we have three kinds of beer to be offering
and the celestial beings are receiving all of our proferring
and solacing our suffering
and not till the rivers run backward
and not till polaris turns southward
and not till the snow inundates hell
will anyone say I didn’t love you well
it’s ok honey, it’s all right little darlin
the sun’s gonna still come up in the mornin
it’s ok honey, and it’s all right darlin
the stars gonna don their cloaks in the evenin
it’s ok honey, it’s all right little darlin
it’s ok honey, and it’s all right darlin
it’s ok honey, and it’s all right darlin
it’s ok honey, and it’s all right darlin
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10. |
Joyin in Joy
03:21
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once I had a little lover
oh up in the north country
and I let me take my top off
as we swept along the causeway
joyin in joyin in joy
joyin in joyin in joy
once I met a little lover
down the slopes at lillehammer
and I couldn’t tarry far
and you couldn’t wreck old me
joyin in joyin in joy
joyin in joyin in joy
over the mountain into trondheim
muskox peeking thru the grey
CA taught us the old songs
and martin went taloo tala talay
joyin in joyin in joy
joyin in joyin in joy
once I had a little lover
oh but you weren’t yet my lover
joyin in joyin in joy
joyin in joyin in joy
once I had a little lover
oh but you weren’t yet my lover
joyin in joyin in joy
joyin in joyin in joy
joyin in joyin in joy
joyin in joyin in joy
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11. |
Goodbye Brother
03:07
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I ain’t got no job I ain’t got no home
But the wide blue sea
Yr gonna come to my back door someday
And shed a little light on me
Goodbye brother, there’s no other
Goodbye sweetheart to me
In New York City you’re one of many
But you’ll always be sunshine to me
Why should I weep and why should I mourn
While birds are in the sky
The wind at my back and the sun in my eye
I’m headed down that dusty road
Goodbye brother there’s no other
Goodbye sweetheart to me
In Oklahoma them boys is gonna snow ya
But you’ll always beam sunshine on me
A bullet in my foot and an anchor on the other
Said man go west
A tip of the hat ain’t gonna get you anywhere
Or the place you love the best
Goodbye brother there’s no other
Goodbye sweetheart to me
In California they’d say they’d never known you
But you’ll always be sunshine to me
Goodbye brother there’s no other
Goodbye sweetheart to me
In California they’d say they’d never known you
But you’ll always be sunshine to me
you’ll always be sunshine to me
you’ll always be sunshine to me...be sunshine to me
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12. |
When I Go With You
03:12
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and when I go with you my darlin
way down in the underworld
adorn my neck with lapis
entwine my hair with gold
and when I go with thee my brethren
we breathe in the underworld
at the foot of the huluppu
and clutching at its root
and tenderly its blossoms
bow down as they sway before us
and we bow in return
to brave the burgeoning regions
but the paths we find are legion
and rumored with contagion
and all the rank mutation
and the glorious stagnation
and the way we’re in relation
god I feel so much elation
but it’s all really enraging
unless I am quite mistaken
we’d of the same persuasion
and if it ain’t no abrasion
and if I won’t get a citation
I’d like to feel creation
I’d like to feel stellation
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Julian Talamantez Brolaski Goleta, California
Julian Talamantez Brolaski makes traditional, inventive Americana music, adding poetic lyricism to melodies inspired by some of country and western music’s original recording stars and most beloved sounds. As a poet, Brolaski has released three critically acclaimed books of poems that “[push] lyric to its limits, often forcing it as close to music as it can get” (Public Books). ... more
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