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1. |
I Sing the Body
03:41
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I lived my whole life
Never knowing I was a bell
Until the moment I was lifted up and struck
We emerged as a moon in night
A kinesthetic blinding light
We melted each other down and then back up
I sing the body
(Put your back into it)
I resonate the body
(Put your mind into it)
Oo baby, won't you give me some
Of that rainbow light slipping off of your tongue
I wanna run, run, run
Stretch me tight like the skin of a drum
I celebrate a second birth
The morning that my ferns unfurled
For the first time, I could receive the sun
I penetrate and oscillate into the flow
Synthesize and recognize until I know
Humans are made of nothing but love
I sing the body
(Put your back into it)
I resonate the body
(Put your mind into it)
Oo baby, it ain't that hard
Get on your feet and raise up your arms
I want to lift your heart
If you don't move it can't be art
I sing the body
(Put your back into it)
I resonate the body
(Put your mind into it)
The Universe is wrapped in string
It can't do nothing but shake that thing
I wanna ring, ring, ring
Like a sweet, sweet bell on God's own wing
I sing the body
(Put your back into it)
I resonate the body
(Put your mind into it)
Oo baby I love you so
From the folds of your brain to the stretch of your toes
I wanna go, go, go
I want to love your soul
I sing the body
(Put your back into it)
I resonate the body
(Put your mind into it)
Oh love, we are soul embrace
In a moment of life time turned it's face
I wanna race, race, race
Jump off the world into the unknown Grace
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Come all you Virginia girls and listen to my noise
Don't you go a-courtin’ no a-courtin’ no boys
If you do your fortune'll be
Johnny cake and venison and sassafras tea
Johnny cake and venison and sassafras tea
When he come a courtin' I'll tell you what he'll say
First he'll say, did your daddy shoot a bear?
Then he'll say as he sits down,
Honey, can you bake them Johnny cakes brown
Honey, can you bake them Johnny cakes brown
When you marry he will take you to the Black Jack Hills.
There you'll stay, there you'll make your will.
There you'll stay and stare into space
Empty as your bottle for the rest of your days
Empty as your bottle for the rest of your days
When he build a house, he build it with log walls
Don't have windows; none at all!
When it rains, the tin roofs shouts
If you soak your bread now then you’ll never get out
If you soak your bread now then you’ll never get out
Sitting with the dogs will make a woman look mean
Pawn shop hair and alabaster sheen
Bury all the mirrors so you don’t have to look
You stole my youth but that’s all you took
You stole my youth
But in the Black JackHills there’s an uncovered hole
The men don’t follow, the men don’t know
Women hold the matches, and drink the whiskey down
When the moon is misty take the long way home
When the moon is misty take the long way home
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3. |
River
03:42
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When the whiskey ain't workin
And I take no comfort in a toke
When my pills are all placebos
My cigarettes they're all broke
I reach for you in an empty bed
And I know you're with those other boys
I see your face in every crowd,
I hear your voice in their noise
That's when the night becomes my refugee
When I can be alone
But on that levee I hear those sirens,
They're calling me to come home
Yes the river she calls me:
Sweet baby child
Don't you cry
Come in to the comfort of my water's so deep
And sleep and sleep
Sweet child of my mine
Close your eyes
I'll hold you 'til you don't hurt no more
An carry you to that golden shore
ooo ooo ooo ooo
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Jubilee
03:00
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Coffee grows on the white oak tree
River flows with brandy
I got a gal who's sweet and kind
Sweet as sugar candy
Swing and turn
Jubilee, live and learn, jubilee
Some come round on Saturday
Some come round on Sunday
If I had my pretty little miss
You wouldn't see me 'till Monday
Swing and turn
Jubilee, live and learn, jubilee
If I had no horse to ride
I'd be found a 'crawlin'
Up and down this mountainside
Searchin' for my darlin'
Swing and turn
Jubilee, live and learn, jubilee
Saddle up my milk white steed
I would be the rider
Headed on down to the cider mill
Fetch a jug of cider
Swing and turn
Jubilee, live and learn, jubilee
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Go on and leave me like you want to
I know your love for me is gone, long gone
I’ve got this bottle by my side, to keep me satisfied
So you and your memory can just move on
Chorus
I’ve got my whiskey, I don’t need you
It keeps me warmer every night than you could ever do
I’ve got my whiskey, I don’t need you
And its sticking with me right here at home
You’re a cold, heartless woman
treatin’ me like a stranger all the time
So this beard on my face has taken your hands’ place
Who needs a woman with a fuzzy face sweater like mine?
Chorus
You go and spend my money
On your nightly barroom spree
Those honky tonkin’ men won’t ever call you back again
while I’ve got a faithful lady at home a-waiting for me
Chorus
Now love may fade away and beards turn grey
And the most faithful dogs still go to the grave
All the things of this world will pass away when we die
But while the sun’s still burning there will be moonshine
Chorus
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6. |
St. Claude's Waltz
04:15
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I've got the lonesome blues for you my love
I'm walking home on worn-down, drunk feet
I've got the lonesome blues for you, my dear
Why did I leave you for New Orleans?
I went off in search for the land of gold
I come home with pockets full of mud
Holding on to should's and what-if's like seeds
Tell me, can I still be loved?
I've got the lonesome blues for you, my love
So I'm drinking away my land of dreams.
I've got the lonesome blues for you my love
I'm walking home on worn-down, drunk feet
I've got the lonesome blues for you, my dear
I miss you in New Orleans
I went off in search for the land of gold
I come home with pockets full of mud
Holding on to should's and what-if's like seeds
Tell me, can I still be loved?
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7. |
Clap Hands
04:46
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Sane, sane, they're all insane
Fireman's blind, the conductor is lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
Always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and running out of time
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Well, clap hands, well, clap hands
Oh, clap hands, clap hands
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8. |
Back in the Goodle Days
03:19
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Some day about twenty-five years from now,
When we've all grown old from a-wondering how,
Oh we'll all sit down at the city dump,
And talk about the Goodle Days.
Oh you'll pass the joint and I'll pass the wine,
And anything good from a-down the line.
A lot of good things went down one time,
Back in the Goodle Days.
The Good Old Days are past and gone.
A lot of good people have done gone on.
That's my life when I sing this song about
Back in the Goodle Days
Sometimes I get to thinkin' that we're almost done,
And there ain't nothin' left that we can figure out.
And I guess it must have seemed a lot more like that
Back in the Goodle Days,
When ya gotta go, ya gotta go.
There's always somebody don'tcha know,
A-hangin' round a-sayin' "Well I told you so",
Back in the Goodle Days.
The Good Old Days are past and gone.
A lot of good people have done gone on.
That's my life when I sing this song about
Back in the Goodle Days
Oh we'll all join hands and we'll gather round,
When that old guitar starts to make that sound.
A lot of good things went down downtown,
Back in the Goodle Days.
We's in love with the people that we hadn't even met,
Out for anything that we could get.
Oh we did it then and we'll do it yet,
Back in the Goodle Days.
The Good Old Days are past and gone.
A lot of good people have done gone on.
That's my life when I sing this song about
Back in the Goodle Days
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9. |
God Bless the Child
05:02
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Then that's got shall have
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama, may have, papa, may have
But God, bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak one's fade
Empty pockets don't, ever make the grade
Mama, may have, papa, may have
But God, bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
They're crowding 'round your door
But when you're gone and spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama, may have, papa, may have
But God, bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
He just don't worry about nothin'
'Cause he's got his own
Yes he's got his own
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Mama don't want no peas ,no rice, no cocoanut oil
Mama don't want no peas ,no rice, no cocoanut oil
Mama don't want no peas, no rice
Mama don't want no cocoanut oil
She just keep her brandy handy all the day
Mama don't want no gin 'cause it's bound to make her sin
Mama don't want no glass of gin 'cause it's bound to make her sin
Mama don't want no gin
'Cause it's bound to make her sin
It makes her feel hot and bothered all the day
Mama she likes that rum, it fills her so with fun
Mama she likes that rum, it fills her so with fun
Mama she say she likes that rum,
'Cause it fills her so with fun
It makes her feel like whoopie all the day
Mama complains she got a pain across her chest
Mama complains she got a pain across her chest
Mama complains she got a pain
She says the reason's very plain
The food that papa gave her won't digest
Mama lay down to sleep last night, she said she feelin' cold
Mama lay down to sleep last night, she said she feelin' cold
Mama lay down to sleep last night, she told
She said was feelin' oh so cold
She said papa, he must be getting old
Mama don't want no peas ,no rice, no cocoanut oil
Mama don't want no peas ,no rice, no cocoanut oil
Mama don't want no peas, no rice
Mama don't want no cocoanut oil
She just keep her brandy handy all the day
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11. |
Dirt Road Blues
03:39
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Gonna walk down that dirt road 'til someone will let me ride
Gonna walk down that dirt road 'til someone will let me ride
If I can't find my baby I'm gonna run away and hide
Well, I been pacing round the room, hoping maybe she come back
Pacing round the room, hoping maybe she come back
Well, I been praying for salvation
Laying round in a one-room country shack
Gonna walk down that dirt road, until my eyes begin to bleed
Gonna walk down that dirt road, until my eyes begin to bleed
'Til there's nothing left to see
'Til the chains have been shattered and I been freed
Gonna walk down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
Gonna walk down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
Rolling through the rain and hail, searching for the sunny side of love
Gonna walk down that dirt road 'til someone will let me ride
Gonna walk down that dirt road 'til someone will let me ride
If I can't find my baby I'm gonna run away and hide
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12. |
Alrighty Then!
00:39
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Alrighty then
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Bumper Jacksons Washington, D.C.
The Bumper Jacksons are hot and sweet, painting America's story by scrapping together new sounds from forgotten 78's. Honored as the region's 2015 "Artist of the Year" and "Best Folk Band" from 2013-2015 at the Washington Area Music Awards, the Bumper Jacksons are playfully creative with their originals and re-imagining roots music with both power and tenderness. ... more
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