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Shithole Town
03:56
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All that I remember is the smell of the barn
The dung and the denim coming in from the farm
A gap-tooth baby dancing in the straw, apple headed mama just
a dribblin’ a chaw
The slide and the shuffle and spit on the ground
Playing bluegrass music in a shithole town
Shithole town, shithole town playing bluegrass music in a shithole town
Next thing I can tell ya, next tune that I can play ya
Is at the Cowboy Palace down in Olathe
I'd rather be anyplace other than here,
a thousand dollar boot and a 3 dollar beer
The ghost of Sarah Carter is crying down,
Playing bad country music in a shithole town
Shithole town, shithole town playing bad country music in a shithole town
Yeah - yeah that's all I can remember, all I can remember
can't remember no more
Yeah - yeah that's all I can remember, all I can remember,
can't remember no more
I drank up the boom and a bottle of twang,
got my vaccination with a rusty E string
Traded my soul for one that worked
and I got us all a gig at the Lutheran Church
Singing John Wesley Harding as the rain came down
Playing rock'n'roll music in a shithole town
Shithole town, shithole town, playing rock'n’roll music in a shithole town
Baby you got the geetus, I got the nerve
Everybody’s just a looking for somebody to serve
Gonna play my harmonica until I wreck and that’s right about now
The last time that I checked
Honey here come the train, here comes the sound
Tonight we’re playing music in a shithole town
Shithole town, shithole town,
tonight we’re playing music in a shithole town
Shithole town, shithole town, playing rock n’roll music in a shithole town
Yeah - yeah that's all I can remember, all I can remember,
can't remember no more
Yeah - yeah that's all I can remember, all I can remember,
can't remember no more
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2. |
Monster Movie
03:36
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Doom’s in the details, devil’s into retail
If your soul’s for sale, it’s all gonna be gone
Pale politicians, hiding in religion
Drag us to the ditch, it’s all gonna be gone
In our monster movie, these monsters are real
In our monster movie, in the house on the hill
Ain’t no salvation in a money nation
Greed gonna eat you, it’s all gonna be gone
Dollar bill steeple, all you poor people
Gonna get et, it’s all gonna be gone
In our monster movie, these monsters are real
In our monster movie, in the house on the hill
Everything about it is a puzzle
Some people deserve to wear a muzzle
Nobody believes they will survive
Mama it’s alive
Numbed-out to trauma in your melodrama
You’re the living dead, it’s all gonna be gone
Jesus ain’t a coming, neither is your mama
Close-up for the kill, it’s all gonna be gone
In our monster movie, these monsters are real
In our monster movie, in the house on the hill
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3. |
Who's At the Wheel
02:24
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Tin foil beanie, head full of fear
Microwaves won’t find me here
I detect a conspiracy smell
I wanna know who’s at the wheel
Who’s at the wheel, who’s at the reins
Who’s that little voice inside of my brain
Starts with a whisper, ends with a squeal
I wanna know who’s at the wheel
Fidel, Johnson, mafia, spies
I don’t really think that Kennedy died
They took him to the moon, that would be so
But I’m pretty damn sure that they didn’t really go
CHORUS
Kenyan, Muslim, ruin our lives
Al-queda camps, drones in the sky
A man with a mustache plotting a deal
I wanna know who’s at the wheel
My paranoia is an avalanche
When I find out I'm gonna crap my pants
The hard hard truth, the real real deal
God I fear nobody's at the wheel
CHORUS
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4. |
Blue Museum
04:16
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I went to your Blue Museum
I found your portraits, lingered to see them
So beautiful, I had to flee from
Your Blue Museum
Did you come from old Vienna
I’ve seen that face sketched in raw sienna
Unfinished oil on Belgian linen
At your Blue Museum
I hid out in the catacombs
Negotiating for your freedom
Patted down, they found the key from
Your Blue Museum
Rumbles of the long resistance
Revolution in the distance
To return I need a reason
To your Blue Museum
Take me to your Blue Museum
Show me your visions, I long to see them
With you through time and changing seasons
At your Blue Museum
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5. |
Miserable
02:54
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I hate the sun, I dig the rain
Friends with the wind, under the threat of blowing snow
I call you up, let’s have a party
I’m at my best when I’m miserable
Howling of dogs, wailing of babies
Breaking of bottles, that is music to my ears
I’m going deaf, a ringy-dingy
I hear the angels when I’m miserable
Miserable, miserable
Come watch me wiggle
While I’m hanging from a cross of my own making
My heart’s a breaking
I just ain’t happy unless I’m miserable
Write you a song, paint you a picture
I’ll clean your carpet to get across the gaping maw
I’ll bite your hand, I’ll leave you breathless
Have fun tonight cause we’re miserable
I told her pappy I’d make her happy
She told my mama she would make our house a home
The cats are fighting, mosquitoes biting
We rock the cradle and we’re miserable
CHORUS
Let’s go to London, visit the Tower
Write you a sonnet before they chop off my head
Scratch our initials into mortar
Love is eternal when you’re miserable
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6. |
Your Time Has Come
03:13
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Your time has come to rock the ages
Your time has come to burn the fields
String your bow and tear the pages
Tune your drum, your time has come
Standing on a mountain underneath a clear starry sky
Digging for an old gold record in the cold hillside
Your time has come to wrestle angels and capture one
Your time has come
Your time has come to claim the quarters
Raid the fort, seize the flag
Storm the ramparts, cross the waters
Still the guns, your time has come
Hoping and a wishing and a praying for a clean escape
From the worn out torn out burned out same old ways
Your time has come to kill the giant, fee fi fo fum
Your time has come
Banging out a rhythm on an empty 50 gallon drum
Your time has come to rock the ages
Run child run, your time has come
Your time has come, your time has come
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7. |
Save Some For Me
02:34
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Plenty of meat, plenty of cake - man, save some for me
Plenty of folks needing a break - man, save one for me
There was a time that I believed this was a good country
For taking a risk, making a mark, taking a shot at a dream
But I think that those days are over, opportunities are few
Rich get richer, poor getting poorer, New World Order's coming true
Plenty of Jesus, plenty of guns - man, save some . . . no no
This is what we need saving from - man, save me
Shaking the nuts out of the trees, strange fruit indeed
Stirring the fear down in the gut, turning your gun on me
You don't serve no god of forgiveness - you don't serve no loving god
If we could get him in a courtroom we would sue his ass for fraud
Apocalypse a bit heavyhanded, eternity a long long time
If there’s a hell I think they’ll demand an encore from you
ONE MORE TIME
Plenty attempts, plenty of tries, plenty of chance to choose
Plenty of truths trumping the lies, I’ll save one for you
Front of the bus, back of the line, all things must reverse
Take it to court, telling the judge I’ll see you in the hearse
Universe is arching to justice, it’s a long and blinding curve
Suddenly it’s there in front of us, who’s your master, who do you serve?
Plenty of love, spread it around - save some for me
Plenty of love, save some for me
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8. |
Believe In Now
03:27
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Give me some time and I’ll tell you
Why I’m never gonna stop wishing or hoping
You fit me like skeleton key in a lock I thought didn’t open
Now I believe in you, I had to remember how
I want to know - do you believe in now
There’s some things that a true love brings
You didn’t realize that you were missing
Maybe the sound of the sun shining down
You don’t hear cause you won’t try to listen
Now you believe in me, you had to remember how
I want to know - do you believe in now
La la la la la la la
There’s gonna a come a time
When all the hurting that we both do
Still won’t make any sense it will just be
Something we had to get through
Tell me do you believe it too
When we look in the eyes of each other
Don’t be afraid of a promise we made
We’ll just keep it between one another
Cause we’ve always believed
We just had to remember how
I want to know - do you believe in now
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9. |
13th Spirit
03:26
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Waiting on the 13th spirit
Build a fire, dare stand near it
In the the distance, thunder, hear it
While we’re waiting on the 13th spirit
This is the tale of the boy with the bucket
Bringing fuel to the fire
I hear the fox preaching to the chickens
A lion lying to the choir
Waiting on the 13th spirit, we’re in a fog
I wish the wind would clear it
I wanna welcome your return, not fear it
But we’re waiting on the 13th spirit
I am James, the long-lost brother
Left flat-footed on the temple floor
It’s so easy to make the big promise
When you’re not around to tell the poor
We’re waiting on the 13th spirit
Build a fire, come stand near it
I wanna hear the truth, I do revere it
While we’re waiting on the 13th spirit
Waitin on the 13th spirit
There’s just too much to remember
I can’t keep my stories straight
I’ll be a-goin down to Egypt
A leper in the desert
Waiting on the 13th spirit
Waiting on the 13th spirit
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10. |
Dogleg
02:55
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When I was just a baby back in Ruskin Heights
Tornado 57 on a Friday night
A scooting on a rug on a hardwood floor
If Mama hadn’t grabbed me I’d been sucked out of the door - singing
DOGLEG - to the left, DOGLEG - to the right
DOGLEG - life do not go in any one direction - singing
DOGLEG - to the country , DOGLEG - and back to town
DOGLEG - it do not pay to follow me down
Me and brother Billy were beginning our search
While our daddy played the guitar at the Methodist Church
Cheating heart - rattling China - wailed the gospel choir
Blowing up salvation on a long trip wire - singing
DOGLEG - to the future, DOGLEG - and Billy’s gone
DOGLEG - life do not go according to directions - singing
DOGLEG - mend the muscle, DOGLEG - set the bone
DOGLEG - it do not pay to follow me home
I was bumping out of Dixie just as I’d been trained
Nothing ever ventured was nothing ever gained
With the flash of a bulb I was chasing the muse
Broke through the smoke and the smell of the fuse
Hour on hour till the end of the week,
Minute after moment of the blissfully bleak
Day after day on a captainless ship
Taking turn after turn on this mobius trip - singing
DOGLEG - to the left, DOGLEG - to the right
DOGLEG - life do not go in any one direction - singing
DOGLEG - when I’m lost, DOGLEG - where can I be
DOGLEG - it just might pay to wander with me
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11. |
Signs of a Struggle
04:03
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The ghost of Richard Manuel was singing me to sleep
A voice across a great divide, heart-broken and bereaved
I chased him through my half-awake, I lost him in the gloom
He left a pile of pennies in the corner of my room
Signs of a struggle were found out in the hall
Signs of a struggle for us all
My compass in my pocket and my magnet in there too
Whichever way my boots would stray, my north was always true
As long as you are moving you are not yet lost it seems
They tell that to the people who are out there chasing dreams
Signs of a struggle were found beside the road
Signs of a struggle in the cold
The world is made of colored beads and it’s your job to count them
Confusing days we lose our place and start back at the bottom
Some folks make it look easy and for that they’ve got to pay
They should be doing something else, their talents going to waste
Signs of a struggle, painfully clear
Signs of a struggle happening here
So listen Richard do not come a-haunting me no more
Earthbound I’ve found a heavenly home on this celestial shore
I’ve used up all my lucky breaks, I leave nothing to chance
I’ll listen to your angel blues, but do not care to dance
Signs of a struggle is all that they will find
Signs of a struggle left behind
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12. |
Swinging Shed
03:01
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I’m gonna rip up the carpet in the red bedroom
Because the movers are a-coming and they’ll be here soon
I’m off to Colorado, there’s romance in the ore
Gonna mine me a diamond at a second-hand store
Gonna love my neighbor like the good book said
Put some miles between the quick and the dead
Come on let’s go to the Swinging Shed
I was getting back to normal after years of pain
Realizing everybody needs somebody to blame
Still painting with a hammer on my masterpiece
With my wanderlust a-simmering in a pan of grease
All lamenting about the books that I never had read
Wondering if my suitcase was still under the bed
Come on let’s go to the Swinging Shed
I met a long-legged woman with eyes of blue
She’s kind, she’s brave, and she’s beautiful, too
She calls me to the carpet when I’m starting to drift
She once caught me sleeping on the midnight shift
She’ll cry at my wake when they assume I’m dead
The very next word that she gonna hear said
Come on let’s go to the Swinging Shed
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The Rainmakers have released eight full length albums of original material since 1986, plus various live and best-of releases, and continue to play in the US and Europe. If you missed out the first time around, here is your chance to catch up on some of the finest in heartland rock'n'roll. ... more
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