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The Third Day
03:50
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THE THIRD DAY
We thundered out artillery, but Hancock didn’t yield
Our flags, in the cases in the Pennsylvania field
The corp commander, sitting there, head buried in hands
That long Yankee line standing on the ridge looking down
All drinking coffee, standing on that high lovely ground
The battle now is joined, it’s the time of our lives
America, she’s hanging in the balance like a prize
That long grey line moving cross the field like a snake
The cannoneers thunder, balls whistle, green earth shakes
CHORUS
Hey there’s fire in the sky/the angel of Lord, flames streaming from her eye
Balls and shells fill the air/seconds later Lang’s brigade in a flash wasn’t there
Armistead and Kemper gone/metal echoes rusty shadows of a time long gone
Johnny Rebel met his doom/the Pennsylvania rocks are the stone for his tomb
William Faulkner weeps, Longstreet hangs his head
That God damned Bobby Lee, I wish he’d stayed in bed
That long Yankee line standing on the ridge looking down
All drinking coffee, standing on that high lovely ground
CHORUS
Hey, the devil took the day/the Lord left the land in Her long silver sleigh
And the Angel with the sword/doesn’t love us any more, left the room slammed the door
There’s a devil on the hill/seven Hail Marys later, I can hear him howling still
There’s a devil on the land/all he touches with his hand withers, water turns to sand
CHORUS
Armistead and Kemper gone/metal echoes rusty shadows of a time long gone
Johnny Rebel met his doom/the Pennsylvania rocks are the stone for his tomb
Hey, the devil took the day/the Lord left the land in Her long silver sleigh
Hey, the Angel with the sword/doesn’t love us any more, left the room & slammed the door
There’s a devil on the hill/seven Hail Marys later, I can hear him howling still
I can hear him howling still I can hear him howling still
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I WILL GO WHERE THE WIND BLOWS
We have no land so we’ll live in the sky
We have no country ‘cause our country died
Got no power, got no home in this world
Tuberculosis trumpet wails in the night
The trumpet player plays a lullaby
I will go where the wind blows
I will go where the wind blows
I will go where the wind blows (That’s where I’ll go)
I will go where the wind blows
I lie awake in the 5 o’clock light
I hear the dogs & doves/I hear the bats & kites
The west wind howls in a crazy man’s dream
The Magic Band greets the dawn’s early light
The Captain sings a lullaby
I will go where the wind blows
I will go where the wind blows
I will go where the wind blows (That’s where I’ll be)
I will go where the wind blows (Anywhere it blows, there’s me)
Where the wind blows
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The Fly in the Ointment
01:59
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THE FLY IN THE OINTMENT
They mis-delivered 60 tons of beer & corned beef hash
To Paddy Maloney’s 87th birthday bash
Should’ve gone to Gortahork but the driver went the wrong way
With enough to feed Dún Laoghaire and west Dublin for a day
Arm-in-arm with Mrs Jones I was the whole day thru
But the fly in the ointment was she tipped her hat to you
Stepping out in Dublin/squeezing all the boys
Her old man played the fool, now she’s in Poolbeg making noise
Went to California to fill Leo Kottke’s shoes
But the fly in the ointment was the battle with the booze
One more Jameson’s whisky/a little more coke & rum
Now I’m on the east coast, struggling in the scrum
Arm-in-arm with Mrs Jones I was the whole day thru
But the fly in the ointment was she tipped her hat to you
Stepping out in Brooklyn/squeezing all the boys
Her old man played the fool, now she’s uptown making noise
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4. |
Graveyard
02:47
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GRAVEYARD
Winter’s dead, the night’s all done/graveyard meets the vernal sun
Swallow-tails chase baseball days/morning noise & golden rays
Red-tailed hawks & bluejays scream/tombstones weathered gray & green
Oblong rocks like severed heads/Shrieking crows awake the dead
CHORUS
People come they talk to me in this graveyard/sorry man, you’re not even alive
You are long gone/long, long gone…
Born in 1891/hundred and fourteen years got done
Somehow he stayed alive/till 2005
Born Ohio 1916/cannons blazed, the corn was green
Climbed that rain barrel, looked like fun/died in 1921
CHORUS
People come they talk to me in this graveyard/sorry girl, you’re not even alive
You are long gone/long, long gone…
Born in Lubbock, Texas hell/ played the fool but married well
Saw the Rebel cause was good/fought and died with John Bell Hood
Pennsylvania marksman shot him from a tree/died in 1863
In the Devil’s Den he died alone/Moss & fungus cover his stone
CHORUS
When we’re gone, don’t bury us in some graveyard
Scatter us to the breezes off the north pier
Scatter us to the fields, scatter us on the lawn
We are long gone/ long gone/ long, long gone
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5. |
Fire in the Rain
02:50
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FIRE IN THE RAIN
Gone are the days when the band made it thunder
Tsunami force from your Wave pulled you under
Old Hellbound Train
Blazed o’er the plain
Like a fire in the rain
Like a fire in the rain
All of your days black hole sun shines upon you
Seattle rain from black days falling on you
Glorious refrain
Burns in my brain
Like a fire in the rain
Like a fire in the rain
Now that you’re gone, rusty cage can’t contain you
Now what will Cameron, Thayil and your wife do?
Old Hellbound Train
Blazed o’er the plain
Like a fire in the rain
Like a fire in the rain
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Marcelena
04:31
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MARCELENA
The children of the town all live in fear
They always know when Marcelena’s here
There’s a sharp smell of grenadine
And hydrogen sulfide when she’s near
One night when she assumed she was alone
We watched her dig and burn her sister’s bones
My mother always said it’s best
To never know where Marcelena’s going
And Marcelena told me how she prayed to Mother Night
How under cloak of darkness, she grew wings & then took flight
She told me how she killed her prey & ate it from a bowl
That’s the way that Marcelena rolls
I guess I wasn’t more than nine or ten
I saw her in the backyard with her men
My mother always said it’s best
To never know where Marcelena’s been
Marcelena Marcelena
I can hear you from my window laughing
Like a ghost out in the rain
The children of the town all live in dread
When Marcelena talks inside their heads
They never realized just what she was
Till ten years after she was dead
Marcelena talks but never speaks
She lives inside the wounded and the weak
She travels in that no-mans-land
That lies between hell’s ditch & Heaven’s peak
And Marcelena told me how she prayed to Mother Night
How under cloak of darkness, she grew wings & then took flight
She told me how she killed her prey & ate it from a bowl
That’s the way that Marcelena rolls
She rolls
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7. |
Oak Street - Rush Hour
01:18
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8. |
Back to the Bad Old Days
04:38
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THE BAD OLD DAYS
I’m calm & collected
My mind is clean
I see windmills & photovoltaic
cells on the village green
The Clown’s been supplanted
I pray that it’s true
I’m so happy/I’m ecstatic
I want to share this feeling with you
But the Queen is resplendent
When she looks down at me
From her five-bedroom house
In the land of a thousand seas
She’s strong, and she is laughing
At the glassware she has smashed
AND in my nightmare time, I flash
Back to the bad olde days
Back to the bad olde days
My friends are all gathered
They’re all drinking to life
A toast to Tommy & Kenny
A toast to my wife
But the Clown is ascendant
He feeds on idiot fright
The planet bakes in the sun
The country dies in the night
But the Queen has got this
She’s intelligent and she’s good
She’s got a figure of Roosevelt
That she carved out of wood
And she’s covered in glory
She covered with snow
We’ll follow her forward
But we never want to go
Back to the bad olde days
Back to the bad olde days
I remember how it was
Everybody remembers
Where they were when the whole thing crashed
And in my nightmare time, I flash
Back to hard times
Back to the bad olde days
I remember how it was
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PTERODACTYL (COLOR WILD THE SKY)
A day like this belongs in an old country song/ The copper trees, the buzzing bees hello calling crows/A distant farmer plows his field, My neighbor mows her lawn/and on the north wind rides a pterodactyl that glides
Nothin to do but bask in the leisure of this day/A ballgame, some erudite talk, a chorus of rough-legged hawks/but the dog barks, the billygoat jumps & the pterodactyl screams
Jays & crows make a din/they sing loud the howling wind/Gonna ride a pterodactyl, then we’re gonna fly/We’re gonna color wild the sky
The fields and the sky, the only boundaries on my mind/the barn’s decrepit, while the beer flows & the trees need attention/the ghosts of dead coyotes howl, harmony and grace
Screech owls & rough-legged hawks make a din/they sing loud the howling wind/ Gonna ride a pterodactyl, then we’re gonna fly /We’re gonna color wild the sky
Autumn winter passing/planet dips & turns/pterodactyl dances while the world burns/star light in the Michigan night the pterodactyl flies/she colors wild the sky
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Bart Moore Grand Ledge, Michigan
Bart Moore weds native influences of the Pogues, Tom Waits &Basement Tapes-era Dylan to a headfull of images singularly his
own.
"No one writes like Moore: setting scenes using peculiar lyrical details, tying slipknots in the human timeline; history intertwines with the present, bringing death to life. All that comes into play on Graveyards, Wind, & War." ___ Kevin Curtin, Austin Chronicle
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