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The Lone Pilgrim
02:54
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I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay
And patiently stood by his tomb
When in a low whisper I heard something say
How sweetly I sleep here alone
The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar
And gathering storms may arise
But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul
The tears are all wiped from my eyes
The call of my master compelled me from home
No kindred or relative nigh
I met the contagion and sank to the tomb
My soul flew to mansions on high
Go tell my companion and children most dear
To weep not for me now I’m gone
The same hand that led me through seas most severe
Has kindly assisted me home
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2. |
Then You're Dust
02:32
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Time runs backwards at the end
You turn into a child again
Then you're dust
Remind yourself, what you once were
An animal without much fur
Then you're dust
You've got to be yourself, like a man
Till the line runs off your hand
Then you're dust
Nobody wakes you. Nobody can
Nobody shakes you
Anymore
Walk around and breathe the air
You can find it anywhere
Then you're dust
Everybody moves around
Makes a very special sound
Then you're dust
Everybody feels
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3. |
Driver's Seat
04:03
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There are two kinds of people
Ask anyone you meet
Would you prefer to be a passenger
or in the driver's seat
I was never offered choices
I did what I was told
I lived this way until the day
i turned 21 years old
I found the keys in the ignition
I found the thrill was sweet
Behind the wheel of an automobile
in the drivers seat
At 80 miles an hour
The car just seemed to float
i sat back against the seat
tipping whiskey doen my throat
We all know where we're headed
Life's a one-way street
But you must decide if you just want to ride
Or if you're in the driver's seat
I never saw him coming
i barely felt the shock
i dragged the broken bike behind me
twice around the block
They never found the poor boy's body
Just some scraps of meat
But they found me
where else would i be
Sitting in the driver's seat
You better get out of the kitchen
if you can't stand the heat
If you don't like it hot
you'd better not
sit in the driver's seat
Yeah yeah sitting in the driver's seat
Yeah yeah sitting in the driver's seat
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Here I am lost in the wind
Round in circles sailing
Like a ship that never comes in
Standing by myself
Sing a sad song for a good man
Sing a sad song for me
A sad song for the sailor
A thousand miles from the sea
Here I am alone on the plain
Sun's going down
It's starting to rain
Papa, we'll go sailing
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5. |
Rook
03:40
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Rook, rook
Read from your book
Who murders who and where is the treasure hid?
Crow, crow
Spill all you know
Is that my name on the bell?
Rook, rook
Gaze in the brook
If there's a secret can I be part of it?
Crow, crow
Before I'll let go, say is that my name on the bell?
Soar up high, see the semaphore from the washing lines
Break the code of the whispering chimneys and traffic signs
Where's the message that's written under the base of clouds?
Plans eternal, I know you know, so don't blurt out loud
Rook, rook
By hook or by crook
I'll make you tell me what this whole thing's about!
Crow, crow
Why can't you show
If that's my name on the bell?
On the wings of night, I fly too, above field and stream
My head bursting with knowledge 'till I wake from the dream
If I die and I find that I had a soul inside
Promise me that you'll take it up on its final ride
Rook, rook
Gaze in the brook
If there's a secret can I be part of it?
Crow, crow
Before I'll let go, say is that my name on the bell?
Is that my name on the bell?
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6. |
Someone Wants You Dead
03:25
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According to the wall clock, it was done at half-past five.
She must have pulled the cord out right before she died.
The gun was resting in her hand, suggesting suicide.
That would not account for the note left at her side
Which read:
Someone wants you dead.
It wasn’t a big mansion with a garden in the back.
It was more an abandoned basement made into a flat.
She didn’t have a Doberman; she didn’t have a phone.
It was not the kind of place you want to live alone.
Not if
Someone wants you dead.
Bury the axe and clear the air.
There’s always someone who hates you somewhere.
There’ll always be someone who hates you somewhere.
I wish I could solve this crime, but nobody was there.
She was hit by accident by a bullet in the air.
It kind of goes to show you how you ought to keep aware.
You can never trust a bullet hanging in the air.
Not when
Someone wants you dead.
Bury the axe and clear the air.
There’s always someone who hates you somewhere.
There’ll always be someone who hates you somewhere.
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Dreadful Wind and Rain
03:45
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There were two sisters came walkin’ down the stream oh the wind and rain
Older one pushed the youngest one in crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
Coz Johnny gave the youngest a gay gold ring oh the wind and rain
Didn’t give the other one anything crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
So she pushed her into the river to drown oh the wind and rain
Watched her as she floated down crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
And she floated till she came to the miller’s pond oh the wind and rain
Dead on the water like a golden swan crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
She came to rest on the riverside oh the wind and rain
And her bones were washed by the rolling tide crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
Then out of the woods came a fidder fair oh the wind and rain
He plucked thirty strands of her long yellow hair crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
And he made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair oh the wind and rain
Made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
And he made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones oh the wind and rain
He made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
And he made a little fiddle of her own breast bone oh the wind and rain
The sound could melt a heart of stone crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
And the only tune that the fiddle would play oh the wind and rain
The only tune that the fiddle would play crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
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8. |
Dead
02:53
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I returned a bag of groceries
Accidentally taken off the shelf
Before the expiration date
I came back as a bag of groceries
Accidentally taken off the shelf
Before the date stamped on myself
Did a large procession wave their
Torches as my head fell in the basket,
And was everybody dancing on the casket?
Now it's over, I'm dead, and I haven't
Done anything that I want
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do
I will never say the word
"Procrastinate" again; I'll never
See myself in the mirror with my eyes closed
I didn't apologize
For when I was eight and I made my younger
Brother have to be my personal slave
Did a large procession wave their
Torches as my head fell in the basket,
And was everybody dancing on the casket?
Now it's over, I'm dead, and I haven't
Done anything that I want
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do
So I won't
Sit at home
Anymore
And you won't
See my head in
The window
And I won't
Be around
Ever anymore
And I'll be up there on the wall at the store
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9. |
No More Songs
05:00
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Hello, hello, hello
Is there anybody home?
I've only called to say
I'm sorry
The drums are in the dawn
And all the voices gone
And it seems that there are
No more songs
Once I knew a girl
She was a flower in a flame
I loved her as the sea
Sings sadly
Now the ashes of the dream
Can be found in the magazines
And it seems that there are
No more songs
Once I knew a saint
Who sang upon the stage
He told about the world
His lover
A ghost without a name
Stands ragged in the rain
And it seems that there are
No more songs
The rebels they were here
They came beside the door
They told me that the moon
Was bleeding
Then all to my surprise
They took away my eyes
And it seems that there are
No more songs
A scar in the sky,
it's time to say goodbye
He withers on the beat, he's dying
A white flag in my hand
A white boat in the sand
And it seems that there are no more songs.
Hello, hello, hello
Is there anybody home?
I've only called to say
I'm sorry
The drums are in the dawn
And all the voices gone
And it seems that there are
No more songs
It seems that there are
No more songs
It seems that there are
No more songs
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Rosine New York, New York
Bassist and composer Mark Lerner, occasionally augmented by friends and family.
mark@ragandboneshop.com
Rosine recommends:
I Water Your Dreams: The Complete Studio Tracks (1991-93)
by Kurt Hoffman's Band of Weeds
Kurt Hoffman is a genius. This sort of third-stream stuff combines the best of chamber-y composition with jazz improv and a good dose of rock.
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The Heavens: The Atheist Gospel Trombone Album
by Jacob Garchik
Stumbled on this and thought about it a lot in the early stages of making my album "L." Brilliant playing, composing and arranging.
go to albumCartoon jazz with punk energy and secretly brilliant composition. Their second album is aces, too.
go to albumIf you like Rosine, you may also like:
Princess Telephone
by Sugar Fight
supported by 11 fans who also own “Home”
go to albumsupported by 9 fans who also own “Home”
I support power pop about thrift shop tchotchkes.
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Stretching to Infinity
by Reverse Death
An earthy amalgam of American Primitive, spiritual jazz, and drone from this Seattle group is full of orbiting melodies and forest vibes.
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