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Wooden Kimono
04:18
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I find it hard to breathe inside this wooden kimono
All my friends have gathered ‘round to say their farewells
Someone drill a hole, so I can see those flies circle like vultures
And if I can’t shake this, then won’t someone see that my grave is kept clean?
Thought I saw Jesus
Thought I saw my kin
There’s a dusk and I can’t see this box I'm in
It’s dark as hell and hot as hell down in the hole
Raise me! Like Elijah raised the son of the widow of Zarephath
With my shallow breath I’ll swear this is not the bed I made
I can see the dust surround me and I can hear the trumpets
I can hear the singing of the choir
Thought I saw Jesus
Thought I saw my kin
They’re comin’ to raise me from this box that I am in
It’s dark as hell and hot as hell down in the hole
I find it hard to breathe inside this wooden kimono
I feel the itchin’ of those insects as the crawl o’er my skin
When I woke, I did not expect to be laid here
I can barely breathe, so I'll lay with my mistakes
Thought I saw Jesus
Thought I saw my kin
And now I can hear the singing of the choir
It’s dark as hell And hot as hell Down in the Hole
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2. |
May the Road Rise
04:26
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When the sun is at your back, may the road rise up to meet you
May all who meet you there never let you down
When you’re alone, may their arms reach out to greet you
And you’ll never have troubles on your way
Well you said you were alone and there was no-one there to greet you
You stepped on that train and you were never looking back
You asked your family if they would be there to meet you
If they would welcome you back and take you home
If I was a betting man
I would put all my money on making mistakes
If I was a lucky man
I would put things together just to break them again
If I was a betting man
I would put all my money on making mistakes
If I was a lucky man
I would put things together just to break them again
If I was a betting man
I would put all my money on making mistakes
If I was a lucky man
I would put things together just to break them again
If I was a betting man
I would put all my money on making mistakes
If I was a lucky man
I’d do my best to get away from this mess
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Pray For Rain
02:58
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I told you I’d build you a house
Cause, that’s what love is about
One piece at a time I carried the lumber
I ploughed the field and prayed it might rain
We counted chickens before they hatched
I lost my nerves to the wolves outside
I put up fences and we closed the doors
Played loud music to keep out the noise
"Mending fences is all I seem to do", I said
"This house is ruined it’s coming undone"
Spend all my time trying to pick up the pieces
While mending the fences to keep out the wolves
The journey hasn't been easy
But we’re here albeit a little weary
We found our home and we’ll throw everything we got
Into the space and we pray it might rain
Pray it might rain, it might rain …
*in moderation
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4. |
Holding the Line
04:37
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You hold the line
Waiting for something and closing your eyes
I’m feeling almost gone
Pushing your ear to the ground
Fill your pockets with your fidgeting hands
Until you hear the words you want
You shoulda known better, shoulda made another plan
Shoulda thrown it further and you coulda passed them
You coulda been better, coulda done gone made a stand
Somewhat lost, yet always tethered to home
I carried you over the line
dirt in your hair looked a little like dust
And you whispered "how soon?"
I built these walls and you built the fence
You filled your pockets with your fidgeting hands
But this ol’ place weathered the storm
You shoulda known better, shoulda made another plan
Shoulda thrown it further and you coulda passed them
You coulda been better, coulda done gone made a stand
Somewhat lost, yet always tethered to home
It’s never enough
When what surrounds us is worn
Rust settles in and we’re forced to go it alone
We hold the line ...
... Patiently hanging on
Closing our eyes so we miss the storm
Filling our pockets with dust so we remember home
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5. |
Lovesick Blues
02:36
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I’m just a bag of bones
Sitting here all alone
I’ve drank so much I can hardly see
Have I met you before?
Will I meet you again?
Leave your number behind the bar
You don’t like me!
Well I don’t like me, too!
You say you’re sick of love?
Well, I got the lovesick blues
Oh, I’m sick of TV
Oh, are you sick of me?
I could drink till I go blind
I’m sick of falling down
I’m gonna get up
I’m gonna fight a giant robot!
You don’t like me!
Well I don’t like me, too!
You say you’re sick of love?
Well, I got the lovesick blues
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Trains
01:10
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Riding trains
Riding trains
Down South
Ride that train
You Never Told Me
Where You been?
Riding trains?
Riding trains ...
Riding trains
Ride that train
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Crows on the Wire
02:36
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I’m not gonna worry about what's round the corner
and I aint one for a worried mind
I’m not gonna tire of those ol' crows on the wire
'Cause I aint one for telling you lies
I’m not gonna drift from story to story
Missing out parts as I go
I’m not gonna say I will if I’m not gonna,
You can ask anybody I know
So let it rain, let it snow
Let the whole damn thing crash down
Let it rain, let it snow
and let the rain come back around
I’m not gonna worry about what might happen,
Cause I aint got a worried mind
I’m not gonna tire of those words cross the wire
That say I’m the running kind
I don’t pay attention to what they’re saying
Cause those telephone lines tell lies
I aint got no time for those types o’ troubles
I left that ol’ hat behind
So let it rain, let it snow
Let the whole damn thing crash down
Let it rain, let it snow
and let the rain come back around
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Home
04:40
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There’s a wind coming in from the west
The woman by my side says she knows best
It’s taken all I had
Just to find a place
where I could stop and take it in
There’s a cold, cold wind from the west
There's a woman by my side that I love best
It’s taken all I had
Just to find a place
where I could stop and have a rest
Take all your things and run
Pack up all your belongings and the people you love
Forget where you go
… forget all you know
Find a lovely place with a fine view
My woman, she packed all of her things
She said start the car and get the hell outta here
We Got a place on the map
Where everyone’s a friend
We’re on the highway, dear
Oh I keep all I have in a brown paper bag
I keep all my love in a brown paper bag
When I look out to the west
To the place I love best
To the people I’ve known all my life
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9. |
You Coulda Said
04:03
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Losin’ it hard when you aint got a lucky hand
I can see the road ahead when the rain is lashin’ down
You coulda said, you shoulda said
Liftin’ rocks is hard on these blistered hands
Whether it breaks me time will tell
You coulda said, you shoulda said
Lovin’ it easy for this big bruised heart
I can see where we’re headed, cause I’ve been there before
You coulda said, you shoulda said
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10. |
I'm Not Lost
06:56
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I’m not lost – I sigh at your question
But I can’t bear to watch as my plane falls
I breathe in gas – it helps the time pass
And I feel myself begin to slip away
Washed over in a frozen lake
Far away – I close my eyes
I’m not lost – I smile at the picture
Of the sad ol’ happy clown
I’m dreaming fast – seeing your sweet face
Feel my mind shake in this frozen lake
Washed over in a frozen lake
Far away – I close my eyes
I’m not lost – this house is familiar
Though the scenery is not the same
I step outside – look at the bright sky
Feel myself begin to slip away
Washed over in a frozen lake
Far away – I close my eyes
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Jim Dead Glasgow, UK
Jim Dead is an alt. country / rock musician / songwriter from Glasgow, Scotland, who has been performing his brand of dusty
Americana in local taverns since 2009.
He has released 3 albums and an EP. His forthcoming album, The Great Destroyer, features contributions from members of Glasgow alt-rockers Southpaw, Traquair, The 1984 Draft’s Joe Anderl and King of the Stuntmen.
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Jim Dead recommends:
Another great release from Craig Hughes' other project. Probably my favourite Glasgow band.
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