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Big Red Ford
03:34
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She’s a dark haired pariah in a big red Ford
Five miles out of Bangor on a cunning little road
With a handbag and a half tank and mismatched shoes
She’s running from something she just can’t lose
Now Troy is bareheaded and a ruthless man
No melody to his manner no one he wouldn’t hang
She’s so supernatural, no angel or diplomat
But she had enough of his abuse and had enough of that!
Now she’s flying past Hardy Hill, killing Hwy 9
Blackjack on her tail trying to make some time
Racing into overdrive on a reckless path and
New York City’s coming up to so bright and oh so fast!
Now Blackjack was a flatfish man, drunken and habitual
A lackey invertebrate, stale and ineffectual
Now she had no worries though the lunk didn’t like her much
He was a pulpit short a preacher man, with no brain as such
The only thing on this one-way road to keep her senses on
Was the stoutly moon hanging over northern Orrington
And the spritely speckled waves of that Penebscot run
And the hard gleaming shaft of a stainless steel gun
Now she’s busting out of Rockland out on hwy 1
Fuel and joe and cigarettes and Blackjack long gone
Just a big red Ford, good old Lord and glove box full of cash
And New York City’s coming up to so bright and oh so fast!
Just a girl from Lucky Landing had her head on straight
Til she met an unfit man by the name of Troy McRae.
Was it that her love had died and he didn’t know
Or Ricky Fleet in the backseat of her big red Ford?
Now Ricky’s dead, shot in the head and that’s the plainest fact
She too would be evidence without a different tack
While Troy was out she waited for the ductile evening sun
And dashed away with a stash of cash and shiny, steely gun.
Now she’s sinking into Stamford against the newborn sun
Got no home, just a big red Ford and the charge of a new found gun.
She’s looking for a hideaway in the concrete, steel and glass
And New York City’s coming up to so bright and oh so fast!
New York City’s coming up to so bright and oh so fast!
New York City’s coming up to so bright and oh!
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Swillbilly heroes and counterfeits
All those conjurers of your regrets
Is this what you want, to settle for less?
When they tell you dear, “Take the best you can get”
Bright like stars in the big wide open
Came like a promise on which you were hoping
Is this what you want, what you’re longing for?
When it comes knocking, comes to your door?
So far away, I see the signs
Sublimely mystic, a hundred million miles
I would give it all, all that I own
To have you deep inside my bones
Come to me, come break my heart
Have you the courage to do me this harm?
Love me so cruel, leave me out of breath
Love me forever, love me to death
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A doctor once she told me, “Son, you haven’t
Lived ‘til you broke some bones
And I can see by the look of you,
you have seen only the well-worn roads”
Thought hard ‘bout what she said
But I couldn’t argue the truth
Made me think of all the chances I never took
Made me think about a girl when I was young and full of shit
Now I wonder where she is and who she’s with?
And does she still burn for me as I burn for her
I wonder on those sleepless nights? How I lost that girl
Do you still think of me when the lights are low?
Do you remember all those things we did so long ago?
I can still see your face wanting me to ask
But the fear of a thing so real keeps holding me back
No matter what I say, I can’t set things right
No matter what I do, not with all my might
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4. |
Head a Shake
04:01
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Blacktop, bigshot you know it just won’t quit
Knuckledown, ten count like a ton of bricks
Your heart can’t remember It’s heartly shape
It’s a three card hustle now, give your head a shake
High hopes, on the ropes just a stone’s throw away
Had myself a bigheaded belly flop kind of a day
It’s a tricky curve that I can’t break
Missed the mark in the dark, give your head a shake
God for heaven’s sake!
Give your head a shake!
A malady of flattery inside my head
A misstep backflip won’t break a sweat
Now I think about you Less and less each day
But I still gotta give my head a shake
But I still gotta give my head a shake
But I still gotta give my head a shake
Give your head a shake!
God for heaven’s sake!
Give your head a shake!
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Cold Comfort
02:14
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In this city that’s dear to me
Where cash is king and money’s free
I’m gonna kick that Friday Night,
Damn straight between the eyes
In the broad daylight
Running on these worn out wheels
How it rumbles, how it reels
The only way for me to get my fill
Big problems and little pills
The only cure for all my ills
In this sad, dull little number
Come here to put me under
Doughboy thieves on secret lanes
Going fast the wrong way
Going fast all the way
Going fast the wrong way
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The Ghosts You Exorcise
03:18
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Meteors, Comets and Failing light
All come crashing by your side
Too far to matter, too close to care
Ever so gently, slowly pushing me away
I wish that I could see your eyes
And all those Ghosts you exorcise?
I know with space and a little time
All these feelings will slowly die
Sitting here under the stars
Waiting for them to fall
Lying here wondering
If you love me less or at all
Of all the things I have no regret
Things I won’t soon forget
My only hope is more request
That when you do think of me you think the best
Sitting here under the stars
Waiting for them to fall
Lying here wondering
If you love me less or at all
Sitting here under the stars
Waiting for them to fall
Lying here wondering
If you love me less or at all
If you love me less or at all
Waiting for the stars to fall
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7. |
Born to Fall
03:21
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When you feel that you’re moving you know with your luck
What you thought was a groove baby was only a rut
You can rhyme off the reasons for doing what you did, you
Never did anything decent you only knew how to quit
When the black banner flies over your head
Think that you’re Born to fall
Break the circle, snap the chain Just push through it all,
Like hardships on a map they get in your way,
Peaks, valleys and all those traps, each one that you lay
Come across them time and again, and they lead you astray
You always do the same thing expecting a change
When the demons fly from your heart
You’re sure you’re Born to fall
Take the time to open your eyes Take heed of the call
When all things sinister they come haunt your mind
Of how things could’ve been if only you had more time
But you pay them no heed ‘cause better days will come
But if it don’t come from you, where the hell will it come
When the all the answers evade you
You know you’re Born to fall
Take heart, have hope You’re not at the end of your rope
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Lucky Mud
02:36
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She came as a queen of venomous dreams
Celestially floating at right angles to me
Can't you see how I'm trembling
I'm a tiresome jumble of a man
On this river of indiscretion
How the stone, the water does love
Worn down to a slender ruin
Lord knows i'm a lucky mud.
Oh I cry, a sea blue grey
A beam of light through the smoke and the haze
A miracle in a crescent shape
Takes me to that higher place
With my walking stick I will fly
Dash and nimble in the blue above
Looking back one last time
Lord knows I was a lucky mud
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Is it fiction or diplomacy
Premonition or clairvoyancy?
Is it too much ask, to hold your gaze so wireless?
Oh, my soul, like a lover’s noose
Waiting for to kick me loose
As the blackened sea, swells and buries me
Oh, so perfect and serpentine
Like a starter on the starting line
To gun down lovers as they kiss so wireless
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Good Outta Me
02:25
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I ain’t no saint, I ain’t no sinner
Just dumb luck, baby, no Great Lake swimmer
I’m the jetsam in your sea, At the end of the century!
You’re a star, Might be a ringer
Rub me, baby, and watch me shimmer!
I’m the post to your sign, At the end of astrology!
You’re the girl, who took my heart and the good outta me
I’m the rain on your parade,
See me float, Ain’t no mistake
I’m frozen on your ocean, such pretty symmetry!
You’re the girl who took my heart and the good outta me!
Sub-atomic, Alchemy, oh you’re all I’ll ever need.
You’re the girl who took my heart and the good outta me!
The good outta me!
The good outta me!
The good outta me!
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End of the Road
03:26
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Can't bring myself to believe,
In all those scholars in atrophy
And their so-called gods of lethargy,
It’s much too simple for me to believe
What will you see at the end of the street,
at the end of the street
Like a monkey with a stick you poke,
Into that hole just to find the mote
Chugging like a two-stroke, belching smoke
Oh, How can you not get the goddamn joke
What will you find, at the end of the line? End of the line
In the ruin of a lonely street
The answer you want ain’t what you need
And what you want and what you seek
It’ll tear you apart piece by piece
Where will you go, at the end of the road? End of the road
Where will you go, at the end of the road?
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Daddy's coming home, son, Daddy's coming home
Been away for oh so long, Daddy's coming home
Been away so far away, been thinking 'bout you everyday
Daddy's coming home, coming home
Mama sits and cries boy, yeah, Mama sits and cries
Cries her green, green eyes, yeah, Mama sits and cries
Says that you're her only man, and i'm hoping you'll understand
When Mama sit and cries, sits and cries
the Deputy was bad, son, that Deputy was bad
Had it out for your ol' Dad, that Deputy was bad
Called your Daddy out to the street, and your Daddy had to shoot him thru the badge
The Deputy was bad, now he's dead
Say I'm gonna hang, son, they say I'm gonna hang
Judge says I done wrong, and they say I'm gonna hang
You know I love my only son, but I don't know why I brought the gun
Say I'm gonna hang, then I'm coming home
Say I'm gonna hang, then I'm coming home
Say I'm gonna hang, then I'm coming home
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Wooler Rhodes Prince Edward, Ontario
Wooler Rhodes is a collective of like-minded musicians championing the idea of the Cosmic Canadiana sound and channeling the spirits of FJ McMahon, Allan Wachs, Murray McLauchlan, Gene Clark, Ted Lucas and many more. Take a dive into songs about heartache, longing, particle accelerators and society's inevitable downward spiral. This is Wooler Rhodes. Cover art by claudia jean mccabe. ... more
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