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A Garland For May Day
01:38
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Come all of you dogs of disgrace and despair
Weave the spring blossoms in the hems of your hair
Find the fear in the fabric and tear out the thread
Leave the dark for the dying and already dead
Come pick up the spade, come pick up the plow
Bring the stars from the cellar and the lights from the town
Sow the moonshine and lamplight like seeds in the sand
A new world is growing inside of your hands
Come on join in!
All you travelers and tramps
All your kindred and kin
Come on join in!
A new world is waiting
About to begin
Come on join in!
All you witches and widows
You waifs of the wind
Come on join in!
A new world is waiting
About to begin
Come on join in!
All you travelers and tramps
All your kindred and kin
Come on join in!
A new world is waiting
About to begin
Come on join in!
All you witches and widows
You waifs of the wind
Come on join in!
A new world is waiting, about to begin
A new world is waiting, about to begin
A new world is waiting
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Nicholas The Sculptor
03:39
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Shut the water off and watch the Garden City wilt
Turn our houses into clay and turn the streets back into silt
Onward, upward, outward
That’s the way of modern man
Says Nicholas the Sculptor to his roaring fans
Take our firewood and watch the windows turn to frost
Fill you debtor’s prison up with Generation Lost
Onward, upward, outward
That’s the rent of modern man
Says Nicholas the Landlord to the Repo Man
Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
They push you to the bottom
O with every lease and lie
And as they paint your city gold
The only thing to do is die
What a charming little city built and worked by many hands
But it seems a little lacking for a master of the land
I have schemes and dreams a-burning
I have oh so many plans
To be the wave that comes a-crashing
On your castle made of sand
Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
They push you to the bottom
O with every lease and lie
And as they paint your city gold
The only thing to do is die
So plant your little boxes in their pretty little rows
Fill the earth with slaves and serfs and see if any money grows
Starve these fucking peasants
It’s the only way they learn
So when they shut your water off the only thing to do is burn
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Mabry Mill
03:47
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Well the ducks and the turtles stumble over one another
On the walk up on the hill
And the wheelwright’s working on a wagon for to tow
That copper whiskey still
To the holler of Mabry Mill
At the Mabry Mill fire up the whiskey still
and it drips like dew from the vine
Once you pour off a drink
You’ll be drunker than you think
Now the whole world’s looking so fine
The whole world’s looking so fine
The whole world’s looking so fine
The whole world’s looking so fine
Grind a little corn
Make a little meal
Watch as the water kindly pushes that wheel
Strike it while it’s hot
Hammer raining snow or not
Ed’ll fix it up for supper time
In Virginia in the summertime
Well the sun’s setting low
Now it’s getting time to go
And the colors light up the pond
Molly surely did her best in her pretty flower dress
Now the whole world’s looking so fine
The whole world’s looking so fine
The whole world’s looking so fine
The whole world’s looking so fine
Yee-hoo!
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4. |
Interlude
01:01
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5. |
The Crying Knot
04:02
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The Crying Knot is staring at me
As the flames lick apart this knotty pine tree
A long, sad sky is weeping for me
As the clouds pour out their sympathy
Where are you now
That the air is curly and glistening?
Are you even listening
To this simple symphony?
Where are you now
That the firelight is flickering
And it’s you I’ve been missing
Now come home to me
Where are you now
That the air is curly and glistening?
Are you even listening
To this simple symphony?
Where are you now
That the firelight is flickering
And it’s you I’m missing
Now come home to me
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The Bucky Eyed Stomp
02:55
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Off in the woods where he hides his still
Well, he drinks corn liquor from a fishes gill
All day long when he hunts for gold
With a malamute and a four year old
When he gets his all with a mighty yell
Well, he makes more noise than a whippoorwill
And off he goes to his hidey-hole
Grabs his whiskey and his fishing pole
Out the door for a romp in the swamp
Slug the Jug!
It’s the Bucky Eyed Stomp!
Slug the Jug!
Slug the Jug!
Slug the Jug!
Slug the Jug!
Slug the Jug!
Slug the Jug!
Slug the Jug, it’s the Bucky Eyed Stomp!
Off in the woods where he hides his still
Well, he drinks corn liquor from a fishes gill
All day long when he hunts for gold
With a malamute and a four year old
When he gets his all with a mighty yell
Well, he makes more noise than a whippoorwill
And off he goes to his hidey-hole
Grabs his whiskey and his fishing pole
Out the door for a romp in the swamp
Slug the Jug!
It’s the Bucky Eyed Stomp!
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Traveling down this old coal town road
Listen to my rubber tires whine
Well, it’s goodbye to buckeye and white sycamore
I’m leaving you behind
I’ve been a coal miner most of my days
Laying down track in a hole
Got a back like an iron wood, bent like a knife
With blood veins as blue as the coal
With blood veins as blue as the coal
Somebody said, “that’s a strange tattoo”
“You have on the side of your head.”
I said, “that’s just the blueprint left by the coal”
A little more and I’d be dead
O, but I love the rumble and I love the dark
I love the cool and the shade
So it’s on down the old road looking for a job
This traveling nook in my head
This traveling nook in my head
Well, I fought for my union, I stood in the line
I fought against The Company
I stood with the UMWA
Now who’s gonna’ stand by me?
Because I got no house, I got no job
All I got’s this worried soul
And a blue tattoo on the side of my face
Left by the No. 9 Coal
Left by the No. 9 Coal
Someday when I’m dead and gone
To heaven, the land of my dreams
I won’t have to worry about losing my job
Bad times or big machines
I won’t have to pay all my money away
On union dues and hospital plans
I’ll just dig out the coal where the blue heavens roll
And sing with the angel band
And sing with the angel band
And sing with the angel band
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I’ve got nowhere to lay my head
I’m cold and tired O, nearly dead
I’ve got nowhere to call my own
Honey, won’t you take me home?
All your diamonds and golden rings
You by far are the prettiest thing
Climb in your Cadillac, your shining throne
Honey, won’t you take me home?
Don’t knock it
Pick pocket
Close the door but I know how to unlock it
A kiss is the key
Take it from me
Don’t knock it
Pick pocket
Close the door but I know how to unlock it
A kiss is the key
Take it from me
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The Recession Special Missoula, montana
The Recession Special are a band of buskers, carnival barkers, and workhouse escapees with a unique blend of old tyme music, folk punk, and swing. The band seeks to bring the spirit of resistance and resilience back to folk music, and to remind listeners that no matter how hard times get, there's always a place for dancing in the revolution. ... more
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