1. |
|
|||
Hand me down that old guitar
You know the one with all the stories
Those tales from by-gone days
the scandals & the glories
the tired & weary hoping for
just a little place in the sun
yeah, it worked for some,
but not for everyone
yeah, it worked for some,
but not for everyone
hand me down that old guitar
full of the dusty paths they trod
the one full of tender prayers
that cast upon their God
Treaties broken and strange fruit
hangin' in the sun
It all worked for some,
but not for everyone
maybe Life & Love & Liberty
are always on the run
It all works for some,
but not for everyone
It all works for some,
but not for everyone
|
||||
2. |
|
|||
Steering Wheel
words & music: bill malloee admin BMI c. 2018
The 4 Corners play of light upon the earth
and the sky is new & clear just like a birth
You circle back to try and get your feel
...and the world is as big & round as a steering wheel
Coulda been a call you answered one fateful day?
or maybe not, but somehow you showed up here anyway
You got to the table just in time to deal
...and the world is as big & round as a steering wheel
It was a game with rules pretty hard to understand
And ain't it just like God to disguise His Lovin' hand
But every face but His seemed made of steel
...and the world is as big & round as a steering wheel
Well, out hearts were like e two-snake eyes when they're cast
Upon a table where every flag flies at half-mast
You're a treasure one i could only hope to steal
...and the world is as big & round as a steering wheel
The 4 Corners play of light upon your face
You're a heart of wonder, darlin', all wrapped up in lace
You can navigate the darkness just by feel
...and the world is as big & round as a steering wheel
|
||||
3. |
|
|||
Sunset on the Pontchartrain
boats are tying up at the docks
life can be brutish & mean
but at least you get to call the shots
These little spits of land
Well, they are all I've ever seen
these little spits of sand
they are living beneath my skin
beneath my skin
I started out small
and my dreams were little, too
there's libations for tribulations
they help drive away these blues
I never cease to be amazed
At the price a man will pay
with soul on the trade
with his soul as the trade
These little spits of land
it's all except these little spits of land
you can hold 'em in your hand
these little spits of sand
they are living beneath my skin
beneath my skin
Sunset. Sunset on the Pontchartrain
|
||||
4. |
|
|||
I SUSPECT YOU WON"T FEEL A THING
words & music: bill mallonee admin BMI c. 2019
Well, what's it gonna take to set the record straight
when the place is long since run out of answers?
Are you happy with your bread?
Did ja get a good seat at the circus?
and Truth? Well, she's become a shadow dancer
There was a small booth off the midway
and a man speaking with some passion
using words that had long since fallen out of fashion
and there were those who bought the tickets
and those who crashed the gate
i remember all the those blue lights flashing
Why does he sing?
Whatever does he mean?
Pascal stitchin' words in his over coat dreams
When it all goes up in smoke
when it flat-lines on the screen
I suspect you won't feel a thing...
Now why all this sadness in each & everyone?
At least we've our drugs. At least we've got our guns.
Yeah, what's it gonna take to set the record straight
when truth is a shadow dancer
and when the place has long since run out of answers
Why does he sing?
Whatever does he mean?
Pascal stitchin' words in his over coat dreams
When it all goes up in smoke
when it flat-lines on the screen
I suspect you won't feel a thing...
And yes the world is brutish and the worlg is mean
but I suspect you won't feel a thing...
|
||||
5. |
|
|||
I HEAR YOUR A FRIEND OF THE WESTERN WIND
words & music: Bill Mallonee Admin BMI c. 2018
Well there's got to be some comfort left in this
old left-you-out-world
There's gotta be a place for a gem like you
on the string of pearls
It'll make you wear your thickest skin
just trying to keep the bullets at bay
But underneath you've got a heart that's "oh-so-gold"
aching to shine like a new day
Chorus:
Well, i hear you're a friend of the western wind
blowing all thru the hole in your soul
you don't know where she's been
Ah, but then again
she'll be taking you where you wanna go
taking you to where you wanna go...
Well, I wrote this here dusty song on an old guitar
under the influence of a million stars
I was praying in the Spirit. I was doing my level best.
In a rhinestone jacket over a suede vest
(Chorus)
Autumn has her way of
scattering the leaves of your life all around
Clearin' the tree.
Gatherin' her clouds. She's such a stormy girl!
there's gotta be a place for a gem like you
on the string of pearls
Chorus:
Well, i hear you're a friend of the western wind
blowing through that great big hole in your soul
you don't know where she's been
Ah, but then again
she'll be taking you where you wanna go
taking you to where you wanna go...
(Hey, where you wanna go?)
|
||||
6. |
COUNTERFEIT WALTZ
00:45
|
|
||
7. |
|
|||
I found a message in a bottle
washed up upon the shore
so bottles bathed in neon
are what i drifted towards
Everyman will make a choice
about what poison he will crave
in an effort to drown out
the crashing of the waves
Now, I played guitar in all those bars
but there was this one elusive sound
I couldn't conjure from my rig
that place where you can fall an drown
there were spirits for the asking
various powders and those potions
claiming they would take you
to the edge of every ocean
Everyman will pinch himself
when he's caught up in Love's grip
just to see if it's all real or if it's counterfeit
There were worlds inside your eyes, my love
and stars all tangled in your hair
we played the last song on the juke box
we danced alone together there
i have a tendency to drown in seas
by not doing what I oughta
Jesus came right up to me
He was walking on the water
Everyman will pinch himself
when he's caught up in Love's grip
just to see if it's all real or if it's counterfeit
Now, I never did reveal
just what that message said
But i planted those seeds inside my heart
It brought me back up from the dead
and if the world goes dark?
Let Love's lighthouse blaze
and just remember to not forget
there are no cast-aways
Everyman will pinch himself
when he's caught up in Love's grip
just to see if it's all real or if it's counterfeit...
|
Bill Mallonee
Bill Mallonee is an Americana artist w/ 80 plus albums over a 30 year career. Voted by Paste Music Magazine #65 in their
"Top 100 Living Songwriters" poll. He was the
founding member of Vigilantes of Love. He has worked with Mark Heard, Buddy Miller, Emmylou Harris, & Peter Buck from REM.
His most recent work, "Lead On, Kindly Light" is a 23song double Cd released Feb 2020.
... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like Bill Mallonee, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp