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Broken Bones Man
02:20
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Them bones they break, they rattle, they shake
Under sheets and pillows lay the tools of his trade
Music man with big strong hands comes from unmarked graves
He took a girl who sang the blues, with powder in her drink
Left her now without her hand and bleeding in the sink
Them bones they break, they rattle, they shake
Then the lights go out
Thunderbirds and Escorts
Bent wrenches everywhere
Dropped a jack and heard a crack
He needed different spares
Another man, he knew the Jazz
But then his Ragtime came
Took his ribs mmm shakin' hips
And now he's just a stain
Them bones they break, they rattle, they shake
Where's your rhythm? Where do you sleep?
Where's your blues, your mind, your soul, your talent?
Baby, where's your feet?
Them bones they break, they rattle, they shake
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2. |
1973
03:26
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Hell I love the way you dress
Vanilla body wrapped up in black lace
I wanna give you all my soul
And watch you wipe it off your face
Oh lord, our rituals are so dark
Cold bodies blessed, burning the night
Dedicate our hallowed marks
'Til all that's holy leaves the light
Break the bread and drink the wine
Drunk we will be, dead drunk
And we'll live through the sands of time
And leave behind all the tattered junk
I found my church here
Between your golden crescent bowed arches
And I'll keep on searching until we're both out of breath and heartless
Outside the world keeps turning
Goddamn the 21st Century
Let's stay inside and keep the candles burning
Let's stay in 1973
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3. |
There by the Road
04:21
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There's a star that shines, every night, at the bottom of the cornfields by the road
I wanna fly by the moon up in the sky, at the bottom of the cornfields by the road
Oh Lord, when the daylight comes, lawdy free my soul
For the devil's been a chasin' me, all night long
At the bottom of the cornfields by the road
There's a hound that howls, every night, at the bottom of the cornfields by the road
He's gonna seek me out, he's gonna hunt me down, at the bottom of the cornfields by the road
Oh Lord, when the daylight comes, lawdy free my soul
For that hounddog's been a chasin' me, all night long
At the bottom of the cornfields by the road
A man who drowns every night
Will weep like a willow as he sways
He has my eyes, he has my face
Weeping like a willow as I sway
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4. |
Ballsbridge to Ballymun
02:07
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Many hands make light work
and I'll make light work of you
You take the stand with magic hands
is that the best that you can do?
Gonna make me mad
Gonna make me scream
I'll burn you baby.... but you'll never burn me
Onto new horizons
like a bullet from a gun
You lock and load
with strings exposed
let's see how fast that they can run
Gonna make me mad
Gonna make me scream
I'll burn you baby.... but you'll never burn me
Silky touches be too light
I favor the oil drill
Come take me port
take me starboard
and show me how you feel.
Savor now this vessel
don't you handle me with care
Throw me on a trestle
Ohhh.... so I can pull your hair
Gonna make me mad
Gonna make me scream
I'll burn you baby,.... but you'll never burn me
Many hands make light work
and I'l make light work of you
you lock and load
with strings exposed
Is that the best that you can do ?
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5. |
Roberta (Sweet 'n Low)
03:13
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Throw it to the pigs
Effervescent in the dirt
Miles down the road, lord I won't say a word
Buy me coffee, buy me pie
Please make sure that I don't die
Under dark and swirly skies, we'll put this thing to rest
She thought she was turning into a woman on the night before
But when the actual day came, she wasn't so sure anymore
I'm just a weird fish in a black marsh full of weeds
Listen to that hum when the wind blows through the reeds
Bal-Si-Boh-Meh
Now drink some coffee, 'til there's no more seasons left
Sweet 'n Low in the summer
Chase your mind, crack your knuckles, 'til the seasons vanish
Like your love and your baggage
Listen to that hum on the wind
Bal-Si-Boh-Meh
On cold and sacred nights
In that old house by the beach
She saw them grasping for the stars that were always out of reach
With her goodbye grin, she said "Lord, we'll never win, but we'll always have that gamble as we feed it to the pigs"
I'm just a weird fish in a black marsh full of weeds
Listen to that hum when the wind blows through the reeds
Bal-Si-Boh-Meh
Now drink some coffee, 'til there's no more seasons left
Sweet 'n Low in the summer
Chase your mind, crack your knuckles, 'til the seasons vanish
Like your love and your baggage
Listen to that hum on the wind
Bal-Si-Boh-Meh
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6. |
The Ferryman
03:13
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She came to me as a valentine and bled all over these sheets of mine
Now she's still bleeding out in the streets, but she's now surplus to my needs
They say goodbyes are so the hardest thing, but why does that word make me wanna sing?
Why do I feel so happy every time another little fox walks out my door?
They say I'm sad
But happy on the inside
Bad
But good on the outside
I think they need direction, 'cause they're heading the wrong way down this road
She came to me as another claim
Use once and then leave out in the rain
But her hole, the one in her soul
Trapped me in my own four walls
Goodbyes are still the hardest thing, but my own medicine can burn and sting
My eyes are red and her throat is raw
Brought to tears by my own door
They say I'm sad
But happy on the inside
Bad
But good on the outside
I think they need direction, 'cause they're heading the wrong way down this road
Make this poker just a little bit hotter
Brand me just a little bit harder
I'm a bull and bull is what I fed myself all my life and
Bull is what I fed you that night, that night you turned ashes into dreams
Now I wish to swim in the fresh little streams down by the river with the Ferryman
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7. |
Spanner Valley
02:59
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Greasy hotrod thunderbox
Oh my girl, she's such a fox
Smash your windows, break your locks
Steamroll her, take off her socks
In Spanner Valley
Rockin' down the alley
Feel so fine, every night in Spanner Valley
We don't wait for Friday
'Cause every day is my day
In Spanner Valley
Sweet tea, sugar, lots of milk
Sunday morning, working girl
On with stockings, do your curls
You're gonna rock somebody's world
In Spanner Valley
Rockin' down the alley
Feel so fine, every night in Spanner Valley
Bitter coffee, strong and black
'Story brother, what's the craic?
Don't tell me you got the sack
Sure, you'll be fine when you're back
In Spanner Valley
Rockin' down the alley
Feel so fine, every night in Spanner Valley
Greasy hotrod thunderbox
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Greasy hotrod thunderbox
Oh my girl, she's such a fox
Smash your windows, break your locks
Steamroll her, take off her socks
In Spanner Valley
Rockin' down the alley
Feel so fine, every night in Spanner Valley
We don't wait for Friday
'Cause every day is my day
In Spanner Valley
Greasy hotrod thunderbox
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Baby, it's all smoke and mirrors
Right down to the whiskey stains on your dress
But I'll take you as you are, honey
And we'll leave out the rest
Cowboy nights seem strange staring through our window at the Wicklow rain
Great Sugarloaf looks smokey, there's a homebound train
That leads the King right to our door
From Hacketstown to Tupelo
There's magic in the rhythms
Twangy witches and Rock 'n Roll wizards, if you please
100 Year Old Elvis Grease
Familiar magic Hound dog
Shakin' our hips for the greaser gods
They'll drag you through the mud, but then they'll call your name
Slapback echoes through the Town Hall
From Hacketstown to Tupelo
There's magic in the rhythms
Twangy witches and Rock 'n Roll wizards, if you please
100 Year Old Elvis Grease
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9. |
Road River Road (Live)
03:22
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After dark the fire starts, that's when you break your bread
I still don't know just why you have those damned thoughts in your head
What lies behind these velvet drapes will curdle your little mind
So I'll take some rocks and down some shots and drag you far behind
Road River Road
I'll feed your black throat to the crows
Your blood was wine just for one time, 'til daylight thinned it out
You never lived behind your smile, but I can hear you shout
Maybe once there was I time when I danced with your forked tongue
Now you're gonna turn around, you'll take it as it comes
Road River Road
I'll feed your black throat to the crows
You're a wild one just like me
But I'll never let you be
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Hot Rod Hearse Wexford, Ireland
Hot Rod Hearse have the fever pretty bad. It’s caused by browsing thrift shops and apothecaries. It’s caused by devouring music and walking around in marshes. Their music is a mix of Blues Rock, Folk Rock and Rockabilly and they call their genre Thrift Shop Rock. They are based in the magical town of Wexford, Ireland. ... more
Hot Rod Hearse recommends:
The Best of Swampcandy
by Swampcandy
Excellent swampy, folky music. Well written songs and excellent storytelling. Sure, what more do you want ? Except to listen to more of their music. So go ahead, do yourself a favour.
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Soul Hell Cafe (Live)
by Dylan Walshe
Dylan's only album thus far. A live affair, brimming with energy and passion.
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Sweet Amphetamine
by Jem Mitchell
Only one of the best voices in Ireland.
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Cleopatra Blues recently unleashed a barrage of reissued essentials from Bo Diddley, Lightnin' Hopkins, John Lee Hooker, Junior Wells, etc.
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Jack Chrome and the Darkness Waltz
by Russell Morris & Rick Springfield
Russell Morris and Rick Springfield pair grave tales with smoldering blues on this Día de los Muertos-inspired collaborative LP.
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