1971 is dedicated to my three uniquely inspirational brothers.
credits
released 20 November 2008
Recorded in my bedroom - Greenwich Village, USA
with Steve Beck contributing drums
Live tracks recorded at Sidewalk Cafe by Nick Nace.
with Matt Bruno on mandolin
and Steve Graves on guitar
additional guitar on "the Scissors Song" provided by Alex P
"the True Sad Story of Benzadrine B" was recorded by Chris Phaneuf in Bushwick. He also played mandolin.
Way down south in the archipelago,
I don't know what to say
You don't really love me anymore,
I won't be treated this way
Way up north where the other people go
I don't know what's to be done
You don't think about me anymore
I know you've had your fun
Well somewhere
Somewhere in time
I'll be yours
You'll be mine
And on that day
You will say
Pass away
Pass away
Track Name: Old Neal
Well one day old Neal died
Was walking around counting railroad ties
And on that day that old Neal died
Cashed his bag and left Jack in stride
Uncle Willie on his death bed
Do you remember just what he said?
Fitzcarraldo tell me where are you?
In the jungle with a monkey or two?
'Vador Dali lying comatose
What do you see with your eyes half-closed?
And on that day when the trumpet calls
I'll be there just to see them off
Track Name: The True Sad Story of Benzadrine B
When we got to the levee,
It was already broke
So we went to the armory,
It was fillin' with smoke
When we got to the jailhouse,
It was covered with weeds
So we busted the front gate,
Take what we need
Poor, poor Benzedrine
Lookin' low, lookin lean
It's a might hard soft machine
Poor poor Benzedrine
John, take hold of your mother
Glory be
John, take hold of your mother
Prop 'em up and knock 'em down
Swing the girlies all around
Swing the girlies to and fro
One more time, here we go
John, take hold of your mother
Glory be
John, take hold of your mother
Every word I say is true
That is all I have to say to you
Some of what I say is lies
Hold them close
Prop 'em up and knock 'em down
Pass the dutchie all around
Pass the dutchie cool and slow
Wind and rain
And snow
Track Name: (You Can't Be Any) Poorer Than Dead
Undertaker, undertaker
Please don't bury me
I'm as scared as a poor boy
Can be
Undertaker, undertaker
I know that I've got nothing left to save
But please, sir, don't put me
In my grave
If you've any earthly feeling,
Don't ratify my fate
Let me lie a while on this
Side of certainty
Before you lay my head
Down on my eternal bed
Just you think on this,
You can't be any poorer than dead
Undertaker, undertaker
I know that I can't be freed
but I'm not ready to comprehend
My deeds
Undertaker, undertaker
I know that you've got your task
But everything I've known is the only
Thing I ask
You're the last human hands
This body ever knows
And I know that you aim to serve me well
And you haven't got the time
And you're no kin of mine
But please, Mr. Undertaker, won't you
Stay with me a spell?
Track Name: the Scissors Song
The best time that I ever had
Was in Hamburg, Germany
We crashed the party downstairs
We drank and danced till three
But that's not why I like you
No, that's not it at all
That's not why I like you
The best thing that I ever done
Was to call a friend in jail
The best thing that I ever done
Well, it slowly went to hell
But that's not why I like you
No, that's not it at all
That's not why I like you
The best book that I ever read
Was Steinbeck's Cannery Row
They grabbed life by the earlobes
And took it all in tow
But that's not why I like you
No, that's not it at all
That's not why I like you
The best haircut of my entire life
Was given me by you
And while that's insubstantial
That's just as well; it's true.
But that's not why I like you
No, that's not it at all
That's not why I like you
Track Name: Fruitless Reckonings
When you're old and successful,
I'll come around for handouts
And you'll wonder what you
Ever saw in me
When we're old and I'm living
In a box out on the street
I will wonder why I
Never settled down
Oh these days will never be again
These days of memory and rain
Drink up, drink up and partake your youth
Partake the silver cup which will mean
Nothing when you find out who you are
Ten years will pass and I'll
See you at a reunion of our class
And you'll marvel that you had ever
Cried for me
Then you'll go home, maybe
Crack a photo album for a lark
And your children will
Ask you who I was
Oh these days will never be again
These days of memory and rain
Drink up, drink up and partake your youth
Partake the silver cup which will mean
Nothing when you find out who you are
Then one day I'll call you up
And I'll ask to speak with
Your by-now-unfamiliar maiden name
And your child will pick up
And be at first confused till
He or she recalls that that used to be
Who you were
Oh these days will never be again
These days of memory and rain
Drink up, drink up and partake your youth
Partake the silver cup which will mean
Nothing when you find out who you are
Track Name: Every Moment
I remember
Sitting on a hill
In the springtime
Everything was still
In that way,
Such a long time ago
In the meantime
Where did that springtime go?
I remember
A long time ago
Standing in the basement
Feeling all alone
We were screaming
Can't you see there's something wrong?
You were crying
And I wanted to take you home
There was to be a party
On the day that I came home
But the flight was delayed
And everyone was gone
So I went upstairs
And climbed in bed right next to you
We went up on the rooftop
And the grass collected dew
All my deepest feelings
Are from that other time
And now you're away
And now, so am I
But this stays with me
And this goes wherever I go
And in the end
I don't regret a single moment
Track Name: Danko
When my heart palpitates,
I put my body to the ground
When she at last abates
I do not make a sound
What do you see, my love?
What do you see?
What could this be, my love?
What could this be?
What's that you hear, my friend?
What's driving you away?
Is it the ringing of our ears?
Is it the buzzing in your brain?
What do you see, my love?
What do you see?
What could this be, my love?
What could this be?
Track Name: Suburban Constitutional
And I don't have much to say
And I don't have much to do
And it don't matter much to me
And it don't matter much to you
I'm on these soft suburban streets
Where there is no place to go
And all the people I don't meet
Are the only ones I know
And I don't feel bad about it
And I don't know what's going on
Tie me in a room, douse me with perfume
Track Name: Richard Manuel
Ah yes, when life was new
I could give mine to you
The stone that the builders refused
And yes when mine was yours
All of the lines were blurred
And the walls came tumbling down
My friend is drowned
And in the ground
Track Name: Takin' A Vacation
Well I'm takin a vacation
To do what needs done
I'm hangin up my saddle
I'm goin on my run
I need a measure of leisure
To do what needs done
That's why I'm takin' a vacation
For a while
Maybe I'll go to New York
Maybe to Amsterdam
Don't know what I'm doing here
Don't know who I am
I need a vacation, darling
To know what's going around
So I'm takin' a vacation
I'm doing my best
I'm hauling up and splittin'
I need to take a rest
I need a measure of leisure
To do what needs done
That's why I'm takin' a vacation
For a while