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FOLKEST

by DeniseJordan Finley

Released 2016
Dome Island Records (limited edition)
Released 2016
Dome Island Records (limited edition)
This is a collection of my most favorite Folk/Americana style songs. Some are my own writing. Some were written with co-writer Daniel Pagdon. One is by Paul Craft who passed away in 2015.
  • 02:08 Story Lyrics
    Girl On the Rhythm Guitar

     

    god bless the poor musicians in the old string bands

    when people come to listen to sing along and clap their hands

    sweet music be their fortune as they roam from near and far

    god bless the fiddle and the mandolin and the girl on the rhythm guitar

     

    now tune up for the dancing 

    gonna turn that crowd around

    with a reel and a waltz and a gospel song

    for when we pass the hat along

    well i'll eat that's how i'm paid

    then i'll lay my body down

    and dream of songs till the sunup comes

    and it's off to another town

     

    god bless the poor musicians in the old string bands

    when people come together to sing along and clap their hands

    sweet music be their fortune as they roam from near and far

    god bless the fiddle and the mandolin and the girl on the rhythm guitar

     

    well i should have been a farmer's wife

    but i could not stay at home

    with the music in my head and the rhythm in my heels

    well it only made me ramble and roam

    i yodel when i'm happy

    i sing the blues when i'm alone

    but i belong to no one

    and i can carry everything that i own

     

    god bless the poor musicians in the old string bands

    when people come to listen to sing along and clap their hands

    sweet music be their fortune as they roam from near and far

    god bless the fiddle and the mandolin and the girl on the rhythm guitar

  • 04:26 Story Lyrics
    Elmer McCurdy

    mccurdy was an outlaw

    his name was known by few

    robbed a train for forty bucks

    and some whiskey too

    he heard the posse's horses

    the baying of hound

    he said he wouldn't go alive

    so they shot him down

     

    oh the sheriff's posse shot him

    he couldn't be saved

    mccurdy waited sixty years

    till they dug his grave

     

    and when his life was over

    no one came and cried

    no one came to mourn him

    when mccurdy died

     

    oh the sheriff's posse shot him

    he couldn't be saved

    mccurdy waited sixty years

    till they dug his grave

     

    now when the undertaker got him

    despite his crime

    when he laid the body out

    mccurdy looked fine

    and when the funeral was over

    mccurdy was alone

    the undertaker kept him there

    till he turned to stone

     

    oh the sheriff's posse shot him

    he couldn't be saved

    mccurdy waited sixty years

    till they dug his grave

     

    two bogus brothers claimed him

    took him one day

    showed him for a quarter on a carnie midway

    and when they lost him in a card game

    mccurdy went out west

    hanging in a fun house

    mccurdy took his rest

     

    oh the sheriff's posse shot him

    he couldn't be saved

    mccurdy waited sixty years

    till they dug his grave

     

    now when that fun house fell to ruin

    mccurdy would astound

    they saw that he'd been once alive

    when they took him down

    police investigators

    learned who was to blame

    mccurdy waited sixty years 

    till they dug his grave

     

    and they made for him a headstone

    engraved it with his name

    and finally after sixty years

    mccurdy found his fame

     

  • 03:54 Story Lyrics
    There Are No Sundays At Sea

    in towns by the ocean the children all know

    their seafaring families agree

    there are no sundays at sea they all sing

    there are no sundays at sea

     

    when he boarded his ship for her last run to liverpool

    grandfather's age was the age i am now

    he's been still on the deep since the day i was born

    grandmother's telling me how

     

    monday's cargo sailed tuesday and wednesday and thursday

    friday the waters went white

    they weathered the squalls all saturday

    and were lost in the blue the next night

     

    there are no sundays

    there are no sundays at sea

     

    on land sundays come after six days of work

    no days of rest on the waves sailors say

    except when at anchor or snug in a harbor

    or docked in a mole at the mouth of a bay

     

    there are no sundays

    there are no sundays at sea

     

    at age ninety four she stands still at the door

    on mid-winter days when the breezes blow warm

    dismissing the news from the merchant marine

    not believing him dead in the storm

     

    monday's cargo sailed tuesday and wednesday and thursday

    friday the waters went white

    they weathered the squalls all saturday

    and were lost in the blue the next night

     

    there are no sundays

    there are no sundays at sea

     

    i'm following grandmother up the back stairs

    up to the roof where she's come all these years

    she steadies herself at the rail

    gazing through glimmering tears

     

    i'll always remember the sound of her singing

    there are no sundays at sea

    there are no sundays

    there are no sundays at sea 

     

  • 03:57 Story Lyrics
    My Father's Train

    her engine stands in waist-high weeds 

    her iron heart is chilled

    no more her whistle echoes

    through the sleepy silver hills

    now miles away he longs to go and climb her rusty side

    to take her throttle one more time

    and make their moonlight ride

     

    my father's train

    his dreams are dusty now

    my father's train

    he hears her pulling out of town

    my father's train

    she rolls through time and space 

    with thunder, fire and grace

    my father's train

     

    he drives her windy cab that sways

    six feet above the ground

    her jingling valves and pounding rods 

    he knows her soulful sound

    he sees her in her heyday hauling hard her precious freight

    she's white-lined on a rip track now

    she's just dead weight

     

    my father's train

    his dreams are dusty now

    my father's train

    he hears her pulling out of town

    my father's train

    she rolls through time and space

    with thunder, fire and grace

    my father's train

     

     

  • 02:17 Story Lyrics
    Raised By the Railroad Line

    the clickety sound of the southbound freight

    and the high speed hum of the passenger train

    become a part of the soul and the heart and the mind

    of the boy that's raised by the railroad line

     

    the sound of the whistle at the cross in the road

    and the tanks and the trucks and tractors on the flat car load

    become a part of the soul and the heart and the mind

    of the boy that's raised by the railroad line

     

    and the big round penny that you laid on the rails that the wheels smashed flat

    and a glimpse of the faces of the ladies and the man in the engineer hat

    and the brakeman waves from the red caboose

    he's a part of the past that never really broke loose

    he's a part of the soul and the heart and the mind

    of the boy that's raised by the railroad line

  • 03:15 Story Lyrics
    Darlin' Cory

    wake up wake up darlin' cory

    what makes you sleep so sound

    those revenue men are comin'

    gonna tear your stillhouse down

     

    wake up wake up darlin' cory

    quit your hangin' 'round my bed

    bad whiskey has ruined your body

    pretty women have gone to your head

     

    dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow

    dig deep in dark damp ground

    dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow

    gonna lay darlin' cory down

  • 02:44 Story Lyrics
    The Raven

    the raven's not a pretty bird she is lazy

    her chickies cry in the treetops like babies

    she takes flight midnight

    she is crazy

    the raven the raven

     

    the raven's not a pretty bird she is scheming

    learning words while pretty birds are dreaming

    when she walks the raven talks with meaning

    the raven the raven

     

    delores walking in the woods is crying

    learning that her lover left her lying

    from the trees the raven sees delores is crying

    crying

  • 02:27 Story Lyrics
    Charlotte's Jalopy

    come to the window run out and say goodbye

    charlotte's jalopy is ready for a ride

    she's got her goggles and her bonnet on

    and it's a perfect day

    charlotte is at the wheel

    better open up the way

     

    isinglass side curtains and a top that rolls down

    forty miles an hour she's firing out of town

    her running boards curl up the front

    lanterns on the back

    chugging up and down the hills

    and across the railroad track

     

    there's been no living with charlotte

    since she learned to run that driving machine

    she's gonna take on the road today

    crank up the model T

     

    in charlotte's jalopy all shiny and black

    we passed a twin six packard, a buick and a cadillac

    we've been out to patch the tires now

    we're frozen to the bone

    but we've come fourteen miles already

    and now we're coming home

     

  • 04:40 Story Lyrics
    The Axeman

    they have never caught me and they never will

    they have never known me i am invisible

    as ether that surrounds your earth at night i lie unseen

    i am not a human being

     

    as i see fit i come and go from hottest hell

    the axeman is a spirit and a cunning demon fell

    i come to claim my victims from your night and leave no trace

    i have not a human face

     

    jouez ce soir le jazz orleanians ici

    joyez ce soir le jazz s'il vous aimez la vie

     

    alone the axeman knows it who the prey will be

    and each poor soul is sent below to keep me company

    my axe besmeared with blood and brains alas the only clues

    i am not like one of you

     

    so tell the new orleans police they should not rile me

    as a spirit i am fair but it's best not to beguile me

    their efforts are a joke to me and all of hades too

    and by this i am amused

     

    jouez ce soir le jazz orleanians ici

    jouez ce soir le jazz s'il vous aimez la vie

     

    again i shall return and others more shall die

    orleanians take cover for you know that it is i

    as horrible as this may seem much worse i could bestow

    so much worse than you could know

     

    and so to you i'll offer this alternative

    when the next time i come stalking if you want to live

    one thing on earth that i like best each orleanian has

    play for me tonight your jazz

     

    jouez ce soir le jazz orleanians ici

    jouez ce soir le jazz s'il vous aimez la vie

     

    i'm cold and so for now i crave my warm tartarus

    my axe and i'll be back to slay the fools who care to dare us

    but if you will not cross me you'll not be my next repast

    allons jouez ce soir le jazz

     

    jouez ce soir le jazz orleanians ici

    jouez ce soir le jazz s'il vous aimez la vie 

     

  • 01:43 Story
    Tessa
NOTES
The songs on this collection are similar in the sense that they have a Folk/Americana flavor. As an album FOLKEST is a limited edition intended for folk music radio programs for airplay. The album in its entire form will be available for download purchase in 2017. Each of the songs on this album can be found on either "Beyond A Window" or "Girl on the Rhythm Guitar" which are on sale for download at the present time.

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