1. Woman Angel Demon Child
2. Seventh Sin
3. Charcoal, Leaves, and Fire
4. Dolores
5. Happiness
6. Octavio
7. The Ballad of Mary
8. Killing
9. Love, Whiskey, and Wine
10. Brooklyn’s Bolinas
11. Like Water
12. Marrow
When you need a father
Good girl
I’ve got that smell you understand
When you need a man baby
I’ve got something hard
That you can hold in your hand
When you need a little child
Mother
You can stroke my hair
And when you need a reason
Woman
I’ve got the kind of flesh you can tear
Do you have some patience baby
I know I do
Now you’ve got me where you want me girl
Tell me what your going to do
You tell me I’m the only one
And all that I am begins a smile
Now if I could only tell
If you’re a woman, an angel, a demon, or a child
Visit her apartment
Feel yourself leaving
Before you even get to the door
Ignore the heavy feeling
That sits behind your ribcage
weighing you down as you climb the stairs
You're hoping that she won't be at home
You're praying that she will not be at home
Though she answered the phone
And she told you to come
You're floating to the front door
Watch your fist knocking
And you listen to her walking across the room
As the door opens you want to run away,
But now its too late
No don't ever fuck with fate
Your heart leaps into your throat
The poison and the antidote is asking
if you would like some tea
Your bodies don’t know that you broke up in December
They just know they go together
The smell of her is everywhere
You kiss her and you don't care
It's the seventh sin
and that’s why it tastes so good
Leave in the morning
Kiss her on the forehead
You're laughing because there was nothing you could do
White shadows of vines
On a concrete wall
I love the way smoke hangs
Spirits born, a funeral pyre,
Charcoal, leaves, and fire
It reminds me of a time long over
When men were much harder then me
Of long hours in the mud-filled trenches
When this flame was my only company
I was in love with a cigarette
Hands are leather
Paper is skin
Once a flame could save your life
When spirits were born from a funeral pyre,
Charcoal, leaves and fire
So give me rest sweet angel
And time to think of no thing
Just an instant under your spell
Is worth all the sickness you’ll bring
Dear Dolores,
How have you been?
You never write back, but I'll write again.
Got my job and I got my place
Plastic smile on a plastic face
'Tell you there's something in my head
Like a little mouth that needs to be fed
Been so long since I had a lover
Lord only knows if I'll ever had another
See her legs when I close my eyes
Angels sigh when they see her thighs
But up that skirt, what will you find?
Blues aint nothing but a woman on your mind
Our old house in Dresden is five hundred miles away
This fifteen dollar hotel is the only place to stay
Gave my neighbors an awful fright
I woke 'em up in the middle of the night
Curdling screams inside my dreams
Saw men hanging from the ceiling beams
Haven't got rest for a solid two weeks
Never again will I fall asleep
Oh Dolores, I'd do anything you say
If you really asked me to, I would kill a man today
I went to the corner store
Bought myself a 44
Went downtown to the square
All the happy people walk around there
Took that gun inside my coat
And nobody knows
Make a man cry, make a man beg
Make the piss run down a grown mans leg
Come back from the store
Bottles keep on talking
I can’t take it anymore
Come on Lord
Bring me some love
Come on Lord
Where’s my happiness
Hear me
Wild lit evening
Don’t let me go home alone
Want to take you home
Baby what’s your telephone number
Bring me some love
Come on Lord
Where’s my happiness
Easy love, easy love
Tell me what you're gonna do
I just want to let you know
That I know that something’s wrong
Now I know there’s gonna be trouble
In my head
There are shadows
Those dark places where light won't go
And there are changes
And I can't sleep
My mind races lord
With promises I won't keep
Am I too, written?
Will you now, spell me out?
We call it chance
We call them chances
In this light
We are but shadows
We go on grasping
What we can’t hold
And there is no thing
That we can claim
We cross and vanish
Through our empty names
With shadows we draw worlds
And we scatter worlds with shadows
Mary sat with her head in her hands
All she could do was to cry
Singing “Why Lord,
Why did Jesus have to die?”
Mary went down to the street that night
Sold her body for a gun
Then down to the old saloon
She would find the man that killed her only son
When Mary walked in the men laughed aloud
Said “Your son's time had come, he was too vain and too proud
And he stuck his nose in business better left alone
Mary take your ragged body home”
But when Mary pulled that gun
Their laughter turned to dread
And from the chamber six bullets fled
And six innocent men were lying dead
Mary told the Sheriff
“Yes I understand what I have done
When the Lord came and took my only son
Well I knew it was my time to take someone”
In the prison she laughed but never cried
Something deep in Mary had gone and died
Of all the pain so ragged and so wild
There’s nothing quite like losing an only child
I woke up in a cell, with a cold sweat
And a head full of memories I’d rather forget
I woke next to man with his throat wide slit,
And I knifed my way into a diamond pit,
My mother raised me right,
And my father raised me strong,
But when there’s nothin’ in your stomach,
Your bound to do something wrong.
I may have killed men,
But I did it clean and cunnin’,
And I never touched a soul
Who didn’t have it comin’
I killed a man at seventeen
And another at twenty-one,
But the earth swallowed their blood
And the river got my gun.
There’s a dream that waits
To be dreamt come sleep
And the shadow of its memory
Will always make you weep
When you wake with nothin’
But a seed deep in your side,
And it fills you with a need
To run and to hide
So whip me with your whips
And chain me with your chains
I guess killin’s alright
When you killin’ in the name.
I know you see that maiden
She’s sitting at the table right there
You’d like to go and say hello
But all you can do is to stare
There’s many a man been frozen
By the gleam in them beautiful eyes
Well here’s a thought to be thunk
If you were both drunk
You’d be knee deep in her thighs
Give me Love, Whiskey, and Wine dear
Love, Whiskey, and Wine
Succumb to your vices, it’s Dionysus
Oh Love, Whiskey, and Wine
I’ve suffered many misfortunes
I’ve been to the bottom and back
To the surface of life’s vast ocean
Sometimes blue, sometimes black
Whiskey will cause a gentle man
To falter and forget his place
You won't see your love coming
Till she smacks you across the face
Chorus
In Odessa the women will make you cry
In Machias they’ll make you beg
In Portland they’ll pull out both yer eyes
And in New York they’ll tear of your head
There’s women all over this world dear lord
And lord knows they’ll have their way
So boys make no fuss, just take what the give us
And praise the lord every day
Chorus
Cowboy boots, and cut-off jeans
Black berries, black birds, and the blue blue sea
You may be Brooklyn's sweet bounty
A long long way from Marin County
In New York the sky is never quite blue
The ocean is angry, and the mountains are concrete
And the people are real like the sound of a hammer
When you look into their eyes,
You can hear what they say
My blackbird girl, you're Brooklyn's sweet bounty
A long long way from Marin County
Where the sky's like an iris
Pressed between parchment
The river's a virgin, and the ocean is calling
And the people are clouds, made orange by the sunset
You fear at any moment, they could float away
My blackbird girl, your Brooklyn's sweet bounty,
A long long way from Marin County
In the world, I've been many places
I've been stabbed by stares and ignored by embraces
I've been everyplace that the train tracks would go
And I'd rather bleed in New York, than sleep in San Francisco
To dream is sweet and to float is golden
But perfection your just to perfect for me
Black berries, Black birds, and the blue blue sea
Brooklyn's sweet bounty, in Marin County
I don’t want to pull the trigger
Though you're looking at me like you're waiting
I can hear the same story
Down in the pit of your body
Which on the outside is pure beauty
And on the inside
Lord knows
So sweetly bitter
You’ve been broken one too many times
And I’m so put together
I’ve got to try to lose my mind
If I were a stronger man
I’d see to it that you were my lover
‘Cause your looking through me like I was water
I’m looking at where you were sitting
And I’m wishing that you were still there
I’m looking at where you were sitting
I see a orphan
I see a daughter
I see a lover
Like water
We are like a moving picture show
With an ending we will never see
Stuck in a memory that’s so close to home
It feels just like marrow
Someone told me once I didn’t matter much
Oh wait I think that was me
Took all of the fallen lovers
For me to finally see
Oh Lord won't you keep me by your side
I was once in love with a girl that sang
With the sweetest voice you’ll ever hear
Now every time I say her name
It feels like the pouring rain
The word feels just like the pouring rain
All the times that I wrote books
You know I threw them all away
Never mind it’s not worth talking about
I don’t really have that much to say anyway
All songs written by Moses Atwood (Marrow Music)
Produced by David Goodrich
Recorded May 24, 25, and 26 by Mark Thayer at Signature Sounds, Promfret, Connecticut.
Mastered by Ian Kennedy at New Alliance East, Cambridge, Massachusetts.
On The Record:
Moses Atwood: Guitars, Voice, Harmonica
David Goodrich: Acoustic and Electric Guitars, Piano, Banjo
Meghan Yates: Backing Vocals
The Pomfret Saloon:
Moses Atwood, David Goodrich, Meghan Yates, Robert ???, and Kevin Gallagher.
Thank You:
Mom and Pops for unrelenting love and support,
David “Al Capone” Goodrich and Mark “The Surgeon” Thayer for an unbelievably good grouping. Meghan Yates, Johnny Puff, Samuel James, Mongrol Tide, Kevin Gallagher, the Cat and Mouse Crew and all those in Portland who have listened and encouraged.