Continued

 

 

 

Track listing

 

 

Heaven Ain’t Really Blue

 

Route 49

 

Too Much Blues

 

Mr. Elemeno

 

Caveman

 

Salieri

 

The Next Ride

 

River Walker

 

Bad Voodoo/Monkey Boy

 

If You Always Do

 

Big Muddy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Heaven Ain’t Really Blue

 

 

The larch on it’s slope, the last rays of hope

 

HARB

 

The monk in his lair, a sorrowful prayer

 

HARB

 

The bull and his ilk, need manna and milk

 

HARB

 

Blue humans true, with nothing to do

 

HARB----        CHORUS

 

Oh---  no room to complain

 

Mansions are ready, need I explain?

 

 

The yak in the zoo, a wallaby roo                     wallow, wallow, wallow    R.A.

 

HARB

 

A moose on a plain (plane?)  a sandy hill crane

 

HARB

 

An octopus pest, an amoeba stat rest

 

HARB

 

The skunk in his cave, had nothing to save

 

HARB

 

An aroma or two, has flown up the flue

HARB

 

You know the rest, I can’t stand the test, and heaven ain’t really blue

 

Route 49

 

 

The darkest place in the whole wide world

Is on the highway west of Longpine                                       chorus

Take it slow, save your load on that Lost Canyon Road

It’s a hairpin curve, route 49

 

When you run through the badlands, don’t do it at night

Pull over take a load off, wait for daylight

Last year I came through Longpine on a west coast run

Way behind time and under the gun

 

Repeat chorus

 

I hit the top[ of Lost canyon at the stroke of midnight

I was laying on the jake brake to hold that curve tight

I couldn’t see a thing it was like a black hole

The drivers were off the shoulder and I started to roll.

 

Spoken- So it’s not from any earthly place this tale to you I tell

There’s no truck stops here no ice cold beer- just that diesel smell

No, I’m in the one place black as Longpine

I’, here for quite a spell- My new address …… well,,,,,,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Too Much Blues

 

Too much bad news through my mailbox

Too much bad news  through my phone

 

Not much bad news when we’re together

Too much bad news when we’re alone

 

Chorus

 

Too much bad news about where I’m going

About the same about where I land

Don’t matter where I has been

Where I am and where I stand

Don’t remind me, thanks a lot

What is and what’s what

I’m only going home

 

Too much bad news

Through my window

Too much through my door

 

Too much bad news

Don’t pay attention

Too much don’t matter anymore

 

Repeat chorus

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mr Elemeno                                                              uptempo country rock beat with skank

 

“The truth hurts

and I told you the truth, son.

For what it’s worth,

You are not ready for it

 

Afraid it might hurt

You needed to see it.

It’s hard to see your truth

Is a lie

 

           Chorus

            He’s pounding sand

            he’s played his hand

The curtain rises

And leaves you standing ,

So alone

The hidden surprises

Await you

You must go

 

He’s borrowed my temper Stage presence and grit

I’ll hope more ambition and common sense: to whit-

The alphabet boy   Is in overdrive now

God give him the wisdom  That words will allow.

 

 

  Repeat chorus  

 

Just for a moment

I saw some restraint

Always and always

Never a complaint

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Caveman                                                               Rockabilly   heavy Tremolo

 

On the banks of an inland sea

Got the cosmic blues,

And a prehistoric beat

 

Cave man he’s watching the river flow

on a long gone

Nebraska

Ocean beach.

 

Used to be the swamp

Used to be the floor

For the last millennium

It’s a  cro magnon eyesore

 

Northern tropics

They’re not any more

Palm trees are corn fields

People stay indoors.

 

Cave man beating on the bones

Caveman knows he ain’t alone

Caveman skin caveman wires

Caveman got the woman he desires

 

 

OOOOOH            caveman

 

Oooooooooooooooooooooh     caveman

 

Where you going with that club in your hand?

 

Repeat 1st verse     oooh caveman

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Salieri                                                                jazzy swing     stray cat progression                    

 

He walks the walk

And talks the talk,

Even better than you.

But at party time

When it’s on

What stands up? And who?

 

On the top

In the middle

Never stop

Never fiddle

 

Piano forte

Guitar bends

Salieri in the end

 

 

Salieri

Packs his tent

Never broken

Only bent

 

He breaks down

His old devices

New way

Is what his advice is

 

Only matters that you strive     Chorus

To be your best

It’s none of mine’

 

Salieri

Where’d you go

Salieri

When did you know?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Next Ride

 

When is the next ride comin?

I’ve been standing on this shoulder with my old guitar case

This time, I’m nearly done in.

There’s no need to hurry, I’m already late

Hiway 20 stretches out across the state

After a life time of curves, there’s no use going straight

 

The Next Ride’s coming slow, is it this truck rolling down the line   chorus

That’s gonna get me home? Is it slowing down

 

I spent last night in Gordon

Played til closing time at the Sandhills saloon

First light out on the hiway

Half a mile from town, that pale fading moon

Lonesome feeling grabs me

Leaves me feeling loose

Feeling like a bull that’s been too long in the chutes

 

Repeat chorus   twice

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

River Walker                                                                         

                                                                                   Intro            Waltz tempo     oldtimey

Bluegrass moon

There in the buffalo falls

 Look off  this cliff.

 where Crazy Horse  still calls

 

Happy endings                                                            Vs   1                                                    

Those were getting hard to find.           

All those memories,

Hard to leave behind.

 

 

Frenchy on the way to Coeur De Alene               

In the springtime of the year

Floated back with many pelts,

Saw his stick floated here.

 

Blackbird dances

High up on the hill

far above that muddy river

see the spirit fill

 

Chorus     

 

Muddy river waits

Cover up our fates

Muddy water cries

Carry off our lives

 

So for 20 years I’ve trapped and traded

Through these sandy hills

Watch the seasons

The village raided

The  boats go by and still

Settle on the Missouri

Bottomland home.

Bluegrass moon, Riverwalker stay

Bluegrass moon 

Still settled, on that Missouri river home

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bad voodoo/ monkey boy                                                                  Reggae    key of g

 

That bad voodoo boy, that bad monkey too

They living next door   Feel that aura, next to me and you

 That bad jujuwwuwwuuuu boyyyy   

 

 

“Don’t send it across the fence, no    Over the hedge, NO

Don’t send it along the wire   Don’t send me no hellfire

 

That bad voodoo boy   He come in here too                               Chorus

 Bad voodoo boy      He’s someone you knew

 

Voodoo boy wonders     Voodoo boy taints

Voodoo boy has no worries    Voodoo boy seldom feints

 

Can you ask him to go?

Do you want him to?

There’s a bit off voodoo boy

In every one of you

Bad voodoo boy knows Bad Monkey too     

Bad Monkey live way down in the bowels of the zoo

Live the bad monkey’s

Which won’t be seen by you

Stuck in the bottom  Of a dark zoo hole

Because the bad monkeys are out of control

One monkey there cause he like to fling feces

At the paying customer, from the human species

One monkey sent down for public flagellation

Nother monkey flings his veggie rations

Neither monkey has any appreciation

For the rules of human nation

 

Each monkey did something you don’t want to see    oooowhee    ooowhee   !

repeat

Is the monkey, in the zoo ?   Is he on the sofa with you?

 

Zoo shut down

No monkeys left

People on their own it seems

Wild creature town

Your monkey pet

Running from the high beams

                                     Repeat chorus

 

That bad voodoo boy  owwwhoo   he’s bad   owwwo

If you Always Do

 

If you always do, what you always do

You will always get, what you always get

 

If you always meet, who you always meet

Then your minds made up, go on and take a seat.

 

Days go by and repeat, repeat, repeat-

 

If you always do what you always do,

You will always see-- you know who

 

And if you always do, what you always do

You will always be, a you know who

 

I know what keeps you away baby, I know what keeps you awake

(late at night) I know what clouds your mind     

let you thoughts go round and round, and wind

No solution there dissolution where the sun don’t shine

 

And if you always do, what you always do

You will always get, a little you know who

 

And if you always meet who you always meet

Then your mind is set, go on and take a seat

 

Repeat these last two

 

You know it’s hard to see, it’s hard to see, it’s hard to see

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Big Muddy

 

I’ve floated

Slowly spinning

Down your deep curves

Under a halo of stars

On moonlit summer nights

Not wanting to go home.

 

I’ve skipped stones

Over your eddies

My booted footsteps breaking the skim ice

On sand bars as big as football fields.

I was watched over

By wintering Bald eagles

Framed by the frozen sky

Reddening at dusk.

 

I’ve seen you river,

Wild at Ponca

Left free all over your wide valley.

I’ve see your birthplace at 3 forks

3 mountain streams uniting

to rush to Great falls

which is neither great

or a falls anymore

 

Here near home

River city Omaha

You are channeled, confined, sadly tame.

Yet, for me, you were my wilderness

My unsettled territory.

 

My city kid imagination

Would not see the grain elevators

The marinas and the barges.

In my mind you could still be the river

That beckoned Lewis

Enchanted Clark

The Indian river which flowed past

A thousand council fires,

And the lookouts

Of long lost America.