Friday, November 13, 2015

index



*Untitled (Little Bird) (unrecorded)
Angel from Montgomery (Bonnie Raitt & John Prine cover)
Between the Bars (Elliott Smith cover)
Big River (Johnny Cash cover)
*Bird on the Wire (Leonard Cohen cover)
Chelsea Hotel (Leonard Cohen)
Don’t Let Go (En Vogue cover)
Down by the River (Neil Young cover)
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen (cover - Christmas)
Hangman (cover - traditional)
Hoochie Coochie Man (Muddy Waters cover)
A Hundred Years from Today (Jack Teagarden cover)
In the Bleak Midwinter (cover - Christmas)
In My Life (Beatles cover)
In My Time of Dying (Led Zeppelin cover)
License to Kill (Bob Dylan cover)
Lonesome Town (Ricky Nelson cover)
River (Joni Mitchell cover)
Sunday Morning, Coming Down (Johnny Cash cover)
They’ll Never Take Her Love from Me (Hank Williams cover)
To Ramona (Bob Dylan cover)
We Three Kings (cover - Christmas)

That Little Place

I knew a place when I was young that I liked
That place got burnt down not so long ago
I never knew a name
But it always looked the same
I guess that place will always be my home

I saw the picture of it in the paper
It brought a cold hard shudder to my bones
I knew the boy that died
He was coldly burnt alive
I guess that place will always be his home
That little place I knew so long ago

But I hate what it did to me
I'm lost inside the pockets of its overcoat
I never tried to come back there and see
All the ash, the debris and the smoke

I moved away the day that I had left school
I didn't stick around to make my mark
I even changed my name
Told my family to do the same
To run from that place I used to know

I left for the city with my sister and mother
My father stayed there working for some magazine
And though our house still stands
On some cursed and uneven land
I guess it's somewhere in the in-between

*They ran a story of me in the paper
About a ghost who wouldn't come back home
I got it through the post
Lit the fire and let it roast
I never want to feel like I'm getting old
That little place I knew so long ago

It’s never in some crazy place where you lose your face
It’s in the peaks and cracks of the unnoticed shade
So when you kick your feet
Down some forgotten street
It’s where it all floods back but it’s too late to take

My father wrote the story down in his letters
A spark had chased the wind down
To the town below
No there’s nothing left for me
Since I went and got myself free
I guess that place will always be my home
That little place I knew so long ago


1985

Searching for reasons against truth
Withholding blossom against the bloom
I seek the golden somewhere for me
Who told the prophets where to find
Their dying orders hung dry on the line
I seek that symbol, but it don’t seek me

The slow won’t beat the fast
There’s no going back
The heart only beats intact
1985
1985 is feeling black

I saw the measure pour to fill the cup
And what had spilled out, someone called it love
We want the measure, not the flood
So let the day break and the night stand still
Let the quaker try to have his fill
No crying wolf now, not for me

Time it moves right along
Just another selfish song
Though the years have come and gone
1985
1985
1985 is painted black

Some things are in your head
Like the coming tale of death
I shouldn’t get upset
Or listen to a word they said

That 1985 is feeling black 

The Song the Kids Sing

Beyond this place, beyond the caf├ęs and stores
Lies the death of me
Where the adults don't see
The boards start to creek
Down this lonesome street
At the end of school, we start the new rule
And the teachers leave
We don't see the chapel, we don't see the city
We gave away my dreams

Carry me far beyond this town
Before I'm laid out in the ground
For all of you to see
Let me see that all of this is stone
And I shouldn't feel alone
And I shouldn't have to be
The song the kids sing

The kids shoot the wall
Speaking in that loose drawl
Just in front of me
I want to rant and sing
But what good would it bring to the factory
I want to turn this around
But I'm wedged in the crack with the hollow seed
Who planted this madness
Who planted this sadness all around me

I'm not from this town, I'm from another old town
Far to the east
It's close to my brother, it's close to my father
It's inside of me

♫ soundcloud


The Dark Won't Get Darker

So take off your coat, and let in all the light
We can go for a walk, do anything you like
You could tell me all your problems
Set your stall, lay a marker
I’d tell you the rich stay rich
But the dark won’t get darker

You’ll be sorry if you never know
It’s what keeps us all complete
If you need a friend, or you’re feeling low
Then baby stick with me
Times pass and fall, down the darkened road

I saw you walking with a note
I saw you lay it on down
You could of told me your mind
So I could turn it around
You should tell me all your problems
Set your stall, lay a marker
I’d tell you the rich stay rich

But the dark won’t get darker

Hideaway

previously titled "Lulu's Song"

I spent many days on the back of this haze
With a mind to tell you you were wrong
It’s not that I was right, but the will of the fight
Drew you in when you thought I had gone

Hideaway, it’s your soul to display
And keep the words in your head
Keep from me all you wanted to be
Only you will have to regret

Everyone speaks of you with your foot on the pew
So I can see that you are what you are
But you came from inside with some tears round your eyes
Not for me just because you felt down

Hideaway, it’s your soul to display
And keep your ear to the ground
Keep from me all you wanted to be
It’s you who’s wearing the crown

It’s a long beating road to get back to the start
Still you can’t change what’s already done
So go lie awake at night and remember the trite
Senseless words behind the harm that you’ve done


Only you will have to regret



from Bobby's Instagram - April 15, 2015

Something Blue, Something Borrowed

It’s pretty hard to believe that when you get told something different
Now your life gets cold or something blue, something borrowed
If there’s church bells, you don’t want church bells
But they’re left out just like seashells
Now you’re feeling cold
You’re something blue, something borrowed

Ring, ring the silent and cherished bell
That flows out of the sky
I’ll forget the memory of your kiss
I thought I was your ending
Not some temporary guy
And I’m something blue, something borrowed
Something replaced

It’s pretty hard to believe that
You can keep something intact for so long until
You’re something blue, something borrowed
Then the rumours flow and the rumours flow
From the open sky to the undergrowth
Like swallows
You’re something blue, something borrowed

So open up the ventricle and close the bloody vestibule
Open up the mind and close the heart
You won’t answer my questions
And I won’t repeat your answer
And I’m something blue, something borrowed
Something replaced

Fill me with sorrow, until tomorrow

I’m something blue, your something borrowed