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Goin' Down To Georgia
03:50
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Goin’ Down To Georgia Before The Devil Brings The Rain
I used to think I loved you
I took it as a fact
Now the smoke is clearing
And I can’t react
I’m watching strangers’ faces
From the window of a train
I’m going down to Georgia
‘fore the devil brings the rain
They say faith moves mountains
Across the barren waste
So I look for a fountain
Where I can get a taste
But can what’s lost
Ever be regained?
‘Fore I go down to Georgia
And the devil brings the rain
I’m walking through the city
The city of tombs
Down blank boulevards
The city of ruins
Been alone such a long time
I barely know my own name
And I’m goin’ down to Georgia
‘fore the devil brings the rain
There’s beauty in the dawning
Of a summer day
There’s beauty in your face
When you look at me that way
I’ve loved you such a long time
You only bring me pain
I’m goin’ down to Georgia
‘fore the devil brings the rain
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Hail Charlie Parker
04:03
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Hail Charlie Parker, patron saint of the night
Peerless prince of Logic and Light
Got to New York, shook ’em on down
3 Deuces, Minton’s and Harlem uptown
Invented the future with fearless art
Braved new worlds, pulled old worlds apart
The club was full of smoke, you could smell the perfume
Narco men lurked at the back of the room
But from Carnegie Hall to gutbucket bars
Charlie carved a way through the dark to the stars
Melancholy Baby, How High The Moon
Autumn Leaves on Charlie Parker’s tomb
He came from Kansas City where something in the air
Made 'em swing harder than most anywhere
He sensed the unseen, embraced the unknown
And transcribed the night on alto saxophone
Cascade chorus, lucid refrain
The night burned bright in Charlie Parker’s brain
Like Einstein and Giacometti
When greatness called Charlie Parker was ready
He threw down with wit and razorblade style
Made it all up with Dizzy, Max and Miles
Can a sound change the world? Yes it certainly can
That’s Yardbird Parker up on the bandstand
Words and Music © Michael Tarbox
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3. |
In My Time Of Darkness
02:47
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In my time of darkness in the shadow of the sun
When light itself is eclipsed through all creation
Each winding street is crowded w/ frail fleeting forms
Some in love with death itself but fighting to be reborn
Yet visions of mercy in twilight’s flooding stream
Seem to echo every one in eternity
Still in my time of darkness in trouble unforeseen
The face of woe comes and goes as if in a dream
As the bell at midnight in clamor tolls
The secret tears and phantom fears of each forsaken soul
Yet visions of mercy like apparitions rise
Gleaming like a thousand suns before my open eyes
Till in my time of darkness from the ramparts I see
All souls lost casting off the chains of history
And the iron gate thrown open which ever barred the poor
Stands before us broken to close again no more
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I’m a pushover baby, got a creampuff brain
I’m a long-gone daddy in the house of pain
What’s the matter with me? I just don’t know
A million miles from nowhere and nowhere to go
Been chained to the past, chained to a plow
Chained to my hopes, they’re behind me now
Nothing is true but I say it’s so
A million miles from nowhere and nowhere to go
Down on the plains I seen locust and flood
Suns down low in skies of blood
I dreamt last night of faceless foes
A million miles from nowhere and nowhere to go
But you got a face I can’t forget
You’re smoking me like a cigarette
Let the bully winds bluster, let the bully winds blow
A million miles from nowhere and nowhere to go
Got hounds in my hall, corn in my cup
A still in the clearing that don’t let up
I’m lost to the world but I’m true to my code
A million miles from nowhere and nowhere to go
Ghost on the highway points at me
Saying behold I come for thee
But I’ll live forever if my soul don’t explode
A million miles from nowhere and nowhere to go
Got a bird that talks but she don’t fly
Gonna cut her loose bye and bye
One for my baby, one for the road
A million miles from nowhere and nowhere to go
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5. |
Real Fine Year
02:33
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It was the start of a real fine year
There was revolution in the street
And I could tell by the way the snow fell
We were bound to meet
I liked the way you moved, so subdued
Your eyes turned like a fan
Never had seen your face before
Never knew you had a man
When there’s trouble and strife between husband and wife
Some things go unsaid
We didn’t say much, we barely touched
Before we made love in my bed
Little was expressed as you dressed
By the windowpane
But I could tell by the way my heart fell
I'd wanna see your face again
It was the start of a real fine year
There was revolution in the street
And as day broke I lit up a smoke
And wondered what it held for me
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Michael Tarbox Boston
“Homemade rock and roll with a dose of rattlesnake venom and gospel-drenched howling.” -- All Things
Considered
"Tarbox is the most evocative and distinctive blues-roots artist to come down the pike in ages.” -- The Calgary Sun
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