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Track 1
A. Enlightment B. Endarkenment (Hint: there is no C)
Tarnished and disgraced, I lay down
A black sparrow come to me in a dream
He whispered: A. Enlightment B. Endarkenment (Hint: there is no C)
A. Enlightment B. Endarkenment (Hint: there is no C)
A. Enlightment B. Endarkenment (Hint: there is no C)
And heaven pours down rain and lightning bolts
And heaven pours down rain and lightning bolts
Swollen and embarrassed I rose up
A black sparrows perched on highline pole
He whispered: A. Enlightment B. Endarkenment (Hint: there is no C)
A. Enlightment B. Endarkenment (Hint: there is no C)
A. Enlightment B. Endarkenment (Hint: there is no C)
And heaven pours down rain and lightning bolts
And heaven pours down rain and lightning bolts
Trembling and a shaken I looked down
A black sparrow was tattooed on my hand
It whispered: A. Enlightment B. Endarkenment (Hint: there is no C)
A. Enlightment B. Endarkenment (Hint: there is no C)
A. Enlightment B. Endarkenment (Hint: there is no C)
And heaven pours down rain and lightning bolts
And heaven pours down rain and lightning bolts
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard ©
Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Administered by Bug Music
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Track 2
Drunken Poet's Dream
I got a woman who's wild as Rome
She likes being naked and gazed upon
She crosses a bridge then sets in on fire
She lands like a bird on a telephone wire
I'm gonna hollar, and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline
It's a drunken poet's dream
There some money on the table and a pistol on the floor
A few paperback books by Louis Lamoure
Whisky bottles are scattered like last night's clothes
Cigarettes, papers and Oreos
My harmonica's got a busted reed
My lips are chapped and about to bleed
She says, that's nothing when she was a kid
She danced with the dead at the pyramids I'm gonna hollar, and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline
It's a drunken poet's dream
Now I'll never pay back my student loan
Smelling like Coors and cheap cologne
She tells me not to worry about Judgment Day
She says dying to get to heaven's just not our way
I'm gonna hollar, and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline
It's a drunken poet's dream
I got a woman who's wild as Rome
She likes bein naked and gazed upon
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard (Snake Farm Publishing-SESAC) and
Hayes Carll (Highway 87 Music-SESAC) ©
Administered by Bug Music
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Track 3
Down Home Country Blue's
Sugar's got some sweetness to it, as do my baby's lips
And when she hears some ol' Howlin Wolf she's got to move her hips
Now she ain't much for the bluegrass fiddle, she likes that bottleneck slide
A little kick with a lot of bottom and let the resonator take the ride
So listen up, lookie here, I'm talking' bout them country blues,
Now you take some Black Diamond heavies on a J45
Hit them chords and get that thump you downright sanctified
Or you can take a lipstick pickup, play it through a Fender tweed
Oh it's sweet …so sweet when it squeals, squalls and bleeds
So listen up, lookie here, I'm talking' bout them country blues,
Them down home country blues
You know I'm strong for the union and the rank and file
I talk with a southern drawl and still say honey child
Now I'm partial to old hooker's singing “Crawling King Snake”
And I say that Muddy Waters is as deep as William Blake
So listen up, lookie here, I'm talking' bout them country blues,
Them down home country blues
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard ©
Published by Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Administered by Bug Music
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Track 4
Wasp's Nest
There's a wasp nest on my back porch, it might be a cause for alarm
There's a wasp nest on my back porch, it might be a cause for alarm
There's some holes in my screen door and the little critters is all a swarm
T
o fix the holes, it's gonna take some hairpins and some wire
T o fix the holes, it's gonna take some hairpins and some wire
I
f a wasp is to sting you, it burns like unrighteous hellfire
T hem goddamn wasps is good for nothin' they're lowdown miserable mean
Them goddamn wasps is good for nothin' they're lowdown miserable mean
For the time being I'll just swat at'em till them holes is patched up in the screen
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard ©
Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Administered by Bug Music
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Track 5
Pots and Pans
You take some pot & pans
You take some pots & pans
You take some pots & pans
Hit 'em with some sticks
Hit 'em with some sticks
Just go on & hit'em with a couple sticks
Now I got a mandolin,
I got a mandolin,
I got a mandolin
I love the way it rings,
I love the way it rings,
I just love the way it rings
Baby's got a tambourine,
Baby's got a tambourine,
Baby's got a tambourine,
Shakes it in my face
Shakes it my face
She just shakes it in my face
I got some old brown shoes
Got some old brown shoes
I got some old brown shoes
I stomp'em on the floor
I stomp'em on the floor
I just stomp'em on the floor
My boys got an old guitar
Boys got an old guitar
Boys got an old guitar
He loves to bend them strings
He loves to bend them strings
He just loves to bend them strings
I got an old French harp
I got an old French harp
I got an old French harp
It's in the key of C
It's is the key of C
This songs in the key of G
I holler and she moans,
I holler and she moans,
I holler and my baby moans
It's a hellacious sound
It's a hellacious sound
It's just one hellacious sound
So you take some pots & pans
You take some pots & pans
You take some pot & pans
You Hit 'em with some sticks
You Hit 'em with some sticks
You Just hit 'em with some sticks
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard ©
Published by Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Administered by Bug Music
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Track 6
Tornado Ripe
Mama used to tell me that flies was the devil's ears and eyes
A
nd if you was to see a crow on a chimney, meant someody was fixin' to die
I
looked up on our shack late one day and saw a crow on a stove pipe
I
looked up on our shack late one day and saw a crow on a stove pipe
Daddy come runnin' in said "Gather everybody up, them clouds outside is tornado ripe"
W
e was runnin' to the cellar, when it began to rain and hail
W
e was runnin' to the cellar, when it began to rain and hail
The sky was black and jade now and them clouds had grown a tail
W
e was hunkered down in the darkness and outside was a fitful sound
W
e was hunkered down in the darkness and outside was a fitful sound
I t was if God hinself was belchin' and growlin' and spittin' on the ground
M ama was cryin', daddy was cussin' little sister was just snifflin
M ama was cryin', daddy was cussin' little sister was just snifflin
W e come out of that hole in the ground, in all directions of the compass was death and kindlin'
We come out of that hole in the ground, in all directions of the compass was death and kindlin'
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard ©
Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Administered by Bug Music
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Track 7
Whoop and a Hollar
When I rise up out the river knowing my sins been washed away
I'm gonna whoop, I'm gonna hollar
When I rise up out the river knowing my sins been washed away
I'm gonna whoop, I'm gonna hollar
I'm gonna whoop, I'm gonna hollar
I'm gonna rise up a'whoopin' and a'hollarin'
Rise up a'whoopin' and a'hollarin
Rise up a whoopn' and a hollarin'
Rise up, Rise up
When I rise up out of my grave and see my savior's face
I
'm gonna whoop, I'm gonna hollar
When I rise up out of my grave and see my savior's face
I
'm gonna whoop, I'm gonna hollar
I'm gonna rise up a'whoopin' and a'hollarin'
Rise up a'whoopin' and a'hollarin
Rise up a whoopn' and a hollarin'
Rise up, Rise up
W
hen I rise up in God's empyrean heaven
Flapping my angel wings
I
'm gonna whoop,I'm gonna hollar
I'm gonna rise up a'whoopin' and a'hollarin'
Rise up a'whoopin' and a'hollarin
Rise up a whoopn' and a hollarin'
Rise up, rise up
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard ©
Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Administered by Bug Music
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Track 8
Black Wings
Fly away on them old wings black as they may be
Believing what you leave behind is burnt up and junk debris
And ever last undying soul resides at a hotel in Saint Marie
So fly away on them old wings black as they may be
Fly away on them old wings black as they may be
Shimmerin' like a Leslie and a Hammond B3
Or a shaking tamborine at a gospel jubilee
So fly away on them old wings black as they may be
Fly away on them old wings black as they may be
Jangling and ingling all the way to Tennessee
Trusting in a Duo Jet and a 9 volt battery
So fly away on them old wings black as thet may be
Fly away on them old wings black as they may be
Struming on a Stella guitar and singing Deportee
Now that ain't much of a repetoire,oh no siree
So fly away on them old wings black as they may be
Fly away on them old wings black as they may be
You'll never gonna reach the sun or the
Sunset Marquis
You'll die like a saint on high alongside gamblers and thieves
Fly away on them old wings black as they may be
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard ©
Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Administered by Bug Music
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Track 9
Loose
I went to see her laid out to meet her saints
She was dressed in white low cut silk and lace
Even her mama said she was always trouble
Promise a man everything, give him half and charge him double
We all gonna bust loose one of these days
We all got to stay loose come what may
We all wanna cut loose on payday
Now we ain't ever gonna break loose of these old rock and roll ways
Now that girl walked like she owned Bourbon Street
And in those days she had grown men kneeling at her feet
She took to an old profession as source of revenue
Now all she's taking with her is a dress from Saks 5th Avenue
We all gonna bust loose one of these days
We all got to stay loose come what may
We all wanna cut loose on payday
Now we ain't ever gonna break loose of these old rock and roll ways
She called me up one time and said let's go get tattoos
I said well lem'me brush my teeth and find my shoes
She come down the street in a stolen Volkswagon
She smiled and said she'd decided on a crimson Chinese dragon
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard 2009 ©
Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Administered by Bug Music
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Track 10
Day of the Dead
Sugar, skulls and marigolds
Flowers, thorns and blood
Say a prayer for each of us
Beneath the dust and mud
Everyday is the day of the dead
Everyday is the day of the dead
Thirsty ghosts and twisted bones
Petitions, shrines and feasts
Say a prayer for each of us
Whose souls have been released?
Everyday is the day of the dead
Everyday is the day of the dead
Banned saints and sweet dry bread
Candles, masks and bells
Say a prayer for each of us
Was put in heaven or in hell
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard and Billy Cassis ©
Published by Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
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Track 11
Opium
Beautiful smoke, beautiful smoke
Whispers nevermind, whispers nevermind
Opium, opium
Makes the deep things appear
Makes the deep things appear
Opium, opium
Sugarcoats my blues, sugarcoats my blues
It's such an elegant decay, such an elegant decay
Opium, opium
Beautiful smoke, beautiful smoke
Opium, opium, opium
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard ©
Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Administered by Bug Music
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Track 12
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
The time is near for the great tribulation
All lost souls should be aware of this
For it is written in the Christian bible
Of the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse
The word of John in the Book of Revelations
Tells of a Christ who could be a counterfeit
Speaks of a whore upon a scarlet beast
Of the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse
Black and red, white and pale
Death and war, famine and pestilence
The end will begin with the sound of approaching hoof beats
Of the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse
It is foretold the moon will turn to blood
And the sun to ashen darkness
The dead will awaken, a second coming will follow
Of the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard ©
Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Administered by Bug Music
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