1. |
No Meaner Man
02:04
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No Meaner Man
Well I left home at the age of ten
I sailed the seven seas
Press-ganged a board a ship
Of the Royal Navy
I climbed the masts
I swabbed the decks
I worked as a powder monkey
- Loaded every cannon with a message
For Napoleon (Na-pol-eon)
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I have served the King and I won’t
Be a slave to NO meaner man (no-meaner-man)
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Well my ship went down by the coast of Spain
I swam a shore and my luck did change
I met a Bella Senorita
But I had to run
When the Frenchman came
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I have served the King and
I won’t be a slave to NO meaner man (no-meaner-man)
So, this is my message to you Governor,
I hope you understand (un-der-stand)
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When I got back to England
I could not get no job
They’d taxed the land and river
Every fish in the sea
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I bought myself a gun
I took to the highway (high-way)
So this is my message to you Governor,
It’s written down in blood (written-down-in-blood)
I have served the King and I won’t
Be a slave to NO meaner man
NO meaner man
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2. |
Blood Red River
04:15
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Blood Red River
Gotta get across that blood-red-river
Gotta get across that blood-red-river
Gotta get across before the sun-goes-down
I don’t want wanna to go there
I don’t want wanna to go there anymore
Gotta get across that blood-red-river
Gotta get across that blood-red-river
I don’t want wanna to go there
I don’t want to kill any more
Gotta get across that blood-red-river
Gotta get across that blood-red-river
I don’t want wanna to go there
I don’t want to kill any more
Gotta get across that blood-red-river
Gotta get across before the sun-goes-down
I don’t want wanna to go there
I don’t want to kill any more
Gotta get across that blood-red-river
Gotta get across before the sun-goes-down
I don’t want wanna to go there
I don’t want to kill any more
All the kings’ horses and all the kings’ men
Couldn’t drag me back there again
All the kings’ horses and all the kings’ men
Couldn’t drag me back there again
All the kings’ horses and all the kings’ men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again
All the kings’ horses and all the kings’ men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again
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3. |
In Wintertime
03:38
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In Wintertime
Let the bottle go
Let the bottle go
Winter time I don’t see the sky
I hit the road for so many miles
With worn out shoes and a heart of stone
I’m still here left alone
Since you’ve gone I can’t go on
See Mother Mary by the roadside
Hear only ghost tells me: “you’re right!”
The Devil follows me he lost his hope
I want you back I will not stop
Since you’ve gone I can’t go on
I yell to the moon take away the gloom
Surrounding me all tired ghosts
The Devil pats me on the back says: “Good luck!”
If you want that girl just don’t you stop
Since you’ve gone I can’t go on
I sit and moan on the roadside
I breathe the fog I squeeze the mud
My hope is gone I’m alone
I feel the stiffness breaking my bones
Since you’ve gone I can’t go on
Devil finds me once again
Ghosts scream: “Come on man!”
I see the mercy in Mary’s eyes
I get on my feet and start to cry
Since you’ve gone I can’t go on
Mother Mary please help me
I lost a shoe why don’t you see
Drink with the Devil what about the cost?
On the road dancing with my Ghosts
Since you’ve gone I can’t go on
I hold your picture in my hand
I feel like a wolf haunted by lambs
I hear a voice stop the madness
Finally Mother Mary starts to speak
Let the bottle go and go home!
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4. |
Awful Carnival
03:25
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Awful Carnival
Down at the awful carnival
People gather on Gibbet Hill
They string them up when the sun goes down
All the people come gather round
Convict corpses hanging high
What a way to live and die
Rolling dice with dead mans teeth
Stinking of lice and rotten meat
She smiles at me and I smile at her
The smell of death and love is blurred
All you need is a little bit of rum
Play your hand with a loaded gun
They send you up before the judge
I know your sort, you ne’er do well
You want water but I’ll give you wine
100 lashes of the cat-o-nine
You don’t want to go there
Or you’ll be the next on Gibbet Hill
If you go down to the woods today
You’re in for a big surprise
All you friends are dancing ‘round
Like they’re still alive
Singing drunk and crying out
Welcome to the carnival
Where dead men laugh and the living cry
Birds and rats have eaten their eyes
Bones turned white from the wind and sun
Come on over and have some fun
You don’t want to go there
Or you’ll be the next on Gibbet Hill
I see the children playing ball
Looks like the head of old Tom Hall
Once he had such a fine black beard
Once he was a man they feared
Came unstuck with Captain Blood
Now his head rolls in the mud
Children laugh and play their game
All their mothers have gone insane
You don’t want to go there
Or you’ll be the next on Gibbet Hill
Well… Pirate Jenny rings the bell
Calls out the name of the Captain’s girl
For a necklace made of silver and gold
That young girl is bought and sold
From ship to shore
From Heaven to Hell
Saints and sinners
I know you well
Tinker, tailor, beggar man, thief
Judge and jury, Indian chief
All go down to the carnival
Dancing to the hangman’s call
You don’t want to go there
Or you’ll be the next on Gibbet Hill
You don’t want to go there
Or you’ll be the next on Gibbet Hill
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Caledonia Avalanche Blues
From Helena and Toronto, and anywhere that road might go
They'd sing so high and sing so low, across that great divide
That rag tag choir, around the bend
You'll never see their likes again
Vagabonds of the same mind, makin good for some unspoken crime
From Memphis to New Orleans, a song for those of lesser means
They backed the best, and taught the rest
With church organ, and dirge drum
Through frost and fire, crash and rust
An every single petty bust
Brought chronicles to the rest of us
Of the America they had seen
The way things might have been
Like livin in a dream...
From Helena and Toronto
And anywhere that road would go....
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6. |
Life's A Long Hard Road
04:28
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Life is a long hard road
They took me to the doctor I shouted to them all
I saw her face inside a mirror the doctor puts a hole on my skin
While meds came in through the needle my sight went away
My memory still was clear while poison worked in my veins
Look through my window it’s hard to explain but
I’ll be back again
I’ll be back again
I’ll be back again life is a long hard road
I used to work on my land till the bank stole my farm
Lawyers filled my head full of lies then the taxman came
Like rats if they find no cheese they eat anything
I didn’t have any money so they took my very best
Look through my window it’s hard to explain but
I’ll be back again
I’ll be back again
I’ll be back again life is a long hard road
So I did a stupid thing with my tractor I drove to town
I took my father’s rifle and some bullets with me
My hands are still empty I want to shut some lead in their backs
With the hole in my pocket bullets fell to the ground
Look through my window it’s hard to explain but
I’ll be back again
I’ll be back again
I’ll be back again life is a long hard road
Like bible says I could not kill no Cain but the judge found me insane
The jury did agree there was something wrong with me
They send me to the hospital for some electricity
But the really shocking thing she was no more with me
Look through my window it’s hard to explain but
I’ll be back again
I’ll be back again
I’ll be back again life is a long hard road
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7. |
Il Chinino
03:53
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CHININO
Svegliarsi all'alba dolorante,
fatica scendere dal letto,
mia madre preoccupata
quanta strada dovrà fare
per chiedere aiuto al vecchio dottore (x 2).
Arriverà verso il tramonto,
in sella ad un cavallo stanco
barba lunga e uno sporco tabarro nero
sembra più un becchino che
un bravo dottore, mi chiedo veramente
quale sia il suo mestiere.
lo sguardo vitreo perso nel vuoto
fredda la mano sulla mia schiena
un colpo di tosse, prego, per favore
Qui ci vuole un poco di chinino, il chinino è la cura dei tuoi mali.
Lo vedo distante nascosto dalla polvere,
un altra anima lo sta aspettando
forse la cura
o per l'estrema unzione.
Chinino sarà comunque la soluzione, la soluzione per ogni tuo male.
Passano i tramonti e i giorni sono lunghi,
di notte stanca torno dalla fornace,
con scarpe bucate e viso scavato.
Chinino sarà comunque la soluzione, la soluzione per tutti i mali.
La fornace è da due anni chiusa,
con la guerra finita nessun lavoro
con la gioventù rubata sarò mai felice?
Chinino sarà comunque la soluzione, un rimedio per tutti i guai.
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8. |
Postcard from Milwaukee
03:47
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Postcard from Milwaukee
Postcard from Milwaukee
No return address
I can see that some of your words
Are blurred out from the rain
I sit down at the table
Just staring into space
I can see the picture
But I can't recall the face
You say you love me
It's hard to tell
Postcard picture
From a mystery girl
I sit there at the table
I roll a cigarette
The coffee's on and the sun is shining
i see your silhouette
Ash falling down on the picture
of the girl that's on the card
Burns away the image
But my memory won't fade
You say you love me
It's hard to tell
Postcard picture
From a mystery girl
In another lifetime
In another place
Maybe i Could met you
And it wouldn't feel so strange
Postcard from Milwaukee , No return address
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9. |
Mephisto Potato Sauce
05:05
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MEPHISTO POTATO SAUCE
My belly is acking,
maybe i need some more sauce.
Today is the hammer,
on a anvil i was born.
Try to reach for the heaven,
my stomach feeds the hell.
The road is so empty,
bowels crash in the end.
Mephisto potato sauce,
reduce you like a dry fish bone.
Mephisto potato sauce,
just like a lepper you lose your skin.
Mephisto potato sauce,
it leaves only when you're gone.
Mephisto potato sauce
just like a lepper your bell will ring.
Try to run for no reason,
when i can barely stand.
Fear becomes my prison,
shame is my grey brand.
A songbird makes you feel dirty,
your dog is a severe judge,
sound of the river tells you're guilty;
being with yourself is like to fug.
Mephisto potato sauce,
reduce you like a dry fish bone.
Mephisto potato sauce,
just like a lepper you lose your skin.
Mephisto potato sauce,
it leaves only when you're gone.
Mephisto potatoes sauce,
just like a lepper your bell will ring.
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10. |
Hurt (Outtake)
04:23
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11. |
Drunky Sailor
05:11
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Drunky Sailor
There’s no light that shines a way for you
No stars to guide you home
No love waits on faraway shores
You’re bound to sail alone…
Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go
Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go
Your ships are all in bottles
And your Ocean is upside down
Whales harpoon the sailors
Your tattoos are squid-ink-brown
Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go
Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go
Oggie and Eddie went out last night
And met some lovely girls
Before the sun came up again
They found those girls were men
Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go
Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go
It was such a lovely party
Until the Policeman came
A broken glass, a kick in the arse
The journey begins again
Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go
Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go
Well I met a girl in Dolo
And tried to give her a rose
She said sailor you’re going solo
And gave me a broken nose
Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go
Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go
A mosquito bit Oggie and Eddie
Then all three were drunk
They went to Porto Marghera
Sailed away in a Chinese Junk
(Crying verse)
There’s no light that shines a way for you
No stars to guide you home
No love waits on those faraway shores
You’re bound to sail alone…
Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go
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12. |
Perry Mason
05:27
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13. |
Rosteo Sensa Sangue
04:07
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Rosteo sensa sangue
Mostro, mostro,
SOLO.
Ma se non potrò averti
io verrò di notte
alle vostre case sprangate
e non vi darò pace finché ogni fibra di me
vorrà sangue per vivere.
Farò leva su quel chiavistello,
quello vecchio di ruggine marcio,
andrà in pezzi, viti, chiodi e legno,
della porta farò uno squarcio.
Di voglia brucio
Due calci alla porta e sono dentro,
voi stretti attorno al focolare,
alle reni una forca mi becca da dietro,
ma non mi fermo perché io ho fame.
Di voglia brucio
Il vecchio prete urlò a mia madre:
‘tuo figlio è strano’
poi crepò sull’altare.
Dio non ascolta le urla nella nebbia,
festa macabra fino allo scoppio,
nelle piaghe brucia la rabbia,
sento il sale e le schegge di ferro.
Di voglia brucio
E’ quasi l’alba,
ma se sono vivo,
Io non lo so, io non respiro.
Fame è ciò che sento,
paura non provo altro,
ma state zitti bifolchi che ora parlo,
di me dicono
che sia fatto di legno
che non abbia il cuor e nemmeno il sangue,
lupo fuori dal gregge
o rosteo sensa sangue.
Mostro mi dicono mostro
sull’argine striscio
di giorno sparisco
faccio uno sbaglio
che viene a galla
la mente traballa
i legni, la croce.
i chiodi dell’uomo
io patisco, quindi sono
non porto acqua al mio mulino
non porto macchia per il sangue versato
bevo acqua, sono malato
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14. |
Muskito
04:41
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Muskito
I just wanna tell you I’m the owner of this land
It’s a bitter day of sorrow but you gotta understand
I don’t wanna kill you but I wanna go home
I’m gonna hunt you down and I’ll do it all alone
I’ll stalk these hills like a wolf or kangaroo
If I want my freedom I gotta get you
That old boss in the beaver skin hat
Paid me six shillings said bring his head back
I don’t wanna kill you but I wanna go home
I don’t wanna kill you but I wanna go home
I don’t wanna kill you but I wanna go home
I don’t wanna kill you but I wanna go home
You might have your knives, bullets and guns
But you’re not match for the deadly spear
Too many people want you dead
Got too much money on your head
Too many hunting for that bounty
You better run and take to the sea
You’re a big man for the white fella
But it all means nothing to me
I don’t wanna kill you but I wanna go home
I don’t wanna kill you but I wanna go home
I’m gonna hunt you down and I’ll do it all alone
I’m gonna hunt you down and I’ll do it all alone
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15. |
Giorni Nebbiosi
02:47
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GIORNI NEBBIOSI
GIORNI NEBBIOSI
NEI MIEI PENSIERI
ASPETTANDO UN TUO RITORNO
PENSANDO A IERI
SDRAIATO SU UN’AMACA
COLOR PANNA
ACCECATO DAI RIFLESSI
TRA I RAMI IN FIORI
PASSO IL TEMPO
TRA OROLOGI IN CUCINA
LONTANO DALLE TUE PAROLE
CHE NON POSSO SENTIRE
VIVO NELLA PAURA DI DIVENTARE
UN TUO MODO DI DIRE
ERRORI EVIDENZIATI
DAL ROSSO DEL VINO
SUL PASSO INCERTO
DEL MIO STANCO CAMMINO
IL SOGNO DI UN TUO RITORNO
FORSE UN GIORNO
NEL RIFLESSO DI UNA BOTTIGLIA
LANCETTE A TEMPO PER SCANDIRE
I GIORNI DA DIMENTICARE
E RUGGINE NEGLI OCCHI DEL DOLORE
NON POTRO’ CAPIRE SE NELLA LONTANANZA
UN MIO GESTO TI POTRA’ MAI FAR CAMBIARE
IL TEMPO PASSATO AD ASPETTARE
LE TUE PAROLE D’AUTUNNO APPASSITE AL SOLE
SI DISSOLVONO COME IL SALE DEL MARE
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16. |
The Farmer
03:08
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The Farmer
Workin' 16 hours
they get up at sunrise,
sleep when the sky's black as tar
Singing at day's end
Sitting face to face
Joking and talking 'round the barn stall
In the night with a candle
Stories from the elders
paint the emotions on our mind
Good wine is toasted
ladies work the wool
the whole town thrives at your home
Wanna be a farmer, Wanna be a farmer
when the time goes slow
with empty pockets, a smile on the lips
and a brotherly pat
The humble fatigue washed away
by a smile and a half-boiled egg
for the people breathing air of the land
the country where they dig, live and die.
between the lice
and the drafts of air
a bed of hay in the stalls
There is no dreamin'
only hard workin'
Time's filled with hunger and sweat
There is more laughter
with brother and cousin
'sunare' more corn hour by hour
Sisters bail cornstalks
cook us some lunch,
land becomes your family and your home
Wanna be a farmer, Wanna be a farmer
when the time goes slow
I look through the window, land I've trodden on
now I walk you no more
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17. |
I Got Stripes (Outtake)
02:28
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THE BEARDS Venezia, Italy
The Beards is a original spaghetti country blues band with dirty and heavy sound formed in 2001 in Venice,
Italy
The group has released 5 albums:
MEPHISTO POTATO SAUCE (2007);
DIGGIN'FINGERS (2009);
WIDMANN'S MANSION (2012) produced by legendary producer 5 Grammy nomination Aaron Hurwitz for Woodstock Records ;
MUSKITO (2013) with Julien Poulson for Metal Postcard Record;
EL BRIGANTE (2014);
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