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Savannah Colors

by Booze Monkey

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Son 03:34
I got a call from the preacher man he said Blue how come you never clasp your hands I said sir I appreciate your sense of contentment but nothin' ever happened for me with outside Involvement especially from somethin' that I cannot see he said son the source of your torment will never let you be Chorus: he said son you're always runnin' oh yeah runnin' against the wind I said thank you sir for your concern but please don't call me son again police man he pulled me over and started frownin' at me I said sIr your disapproval It does not bother me he said son you've got a bad a bad attitude I said just because we disagree that does not make me rude chorus teacher started tellin' me the books I should not read I said teacher when I'm done I'll decide If I agree she said son you gotta think this way If you are to succeed I said teacher thinkin' Is the only thing left that is free chorus
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8ces 04:58
Aces and Eights, Hearts and Spades I was born with a dead man’s hand Aces and Eights, Hearts and Spades I was born with a dead man’s hand Since I was born, first day on earth I’ve lived the life of a dying man The moon was full, the clouds were sparse There seemed to be too many stars The moon was full, the clouds were sparse Seemed like there were too many stars A coyote howled, somewhere in the dark As the midwife witch she dealt the cards Chorus: I was born without karma Well no, none to speak of And so I spit in the Reaper’s eye The cards that were dealt me They weren’t worth a damn I’ll load my sleeve until I die The thunder was rolling, though the night it was clear The ground all around it seemed to shake The thunder was rolling though the night it was clear The ground all around it did seem to shake The midwife sighed, my mother cried The night itself seemed to seal my fate Ashes to ashes and sand to sand I’ll see your bid and raise you ten Ashes to ashes and sand to sand I’ll see your bid and I’ll raise you ten I’ve nothing to lose, and I love to play I’ll take your cash and we’ll play again
3.
Listenin' to Nick Cave & Tom Waits & Drinkin' Yukon Jack Playin' solitaire the old way, by shufflin' the stack My fingers are too sore to play guitar but my mind keeps casting back It's nearly dawn & dark as hell, my insomnia is back Nostalgia is like Drambuie, it's sweet but it packs a whallup when memories break through the haze they do so at a gallop I thought I had them tethered down, by the old pass just outside of town but they've been freed by a black-hat clown, & found their way right back around Chorus: Playin' Solitaire the old way - alone & boxing time Playin' Solitaire the old way - just to occupy my mind Playin' Solitaire the old way - by the table on the floor Playin' Solitaire the old way - even diversion is a chore Playin' solitaire the old way in fear of coming dawn fighting to keep my thoughts at bay like undead on the lawn George Romero's legacy, sometimes more a grin than others another drink to dull my brain, I'd wipe it out if I had my druthers. Nothing like unfocused anger to leave one a bit perplexed like a teenage trip to New Orleans debating credence to a hex runnin' low on lime juice & I've lost another hand the sun it stumbles by horizon's edge just before it floods the land Like the too proverbial snake consuming its' own tail my thoughts devour my mind and I don depression's veil the thoughts are caught in a feedback loop from speaker to pickup and back the things I wish I'd never thought just stack upon the stack I count through 52 cards again and dwell on familiar patterns It's Yukon on the rocks this time I'm outta lime in my private tavern
4.
There’s nothin’ like a 5 AM beach town No cars no tourists and no sound 11th floor ocean view with sleep in my eyes a coffee cup balcony shakin’ hands with the sunrise A block away 10th floor with her back to the sea Her view is just the other hotels and me I glimpse her silhouette, eyes linger on curves Her light’s extinguished to the sound of the surf Chorus: There’s 2 cups, 2 sugars and 2 creams 2 hand towels, 2 beds and 2 teas there seems to be 2 of everything but me The street lamp glistens on the boardwalk below The salt it adds an amber tint to the glow The green lights, red lights and yellow lights dance With no one to enjoy the show I find myself pondering duality And I feel a bit lacking as one I move my baggage to the bed by the door and I return to greet the sun Chorus There’s only one of me I light up another Camel I I couldn’t get me a smoking room From the balcony I glimpse my block away friend Lighting up from across the gloom We form an unspoken partnership I sense that she is thinking as I I wonder if she is counting amenities Somewhere in the back of her mind
5.
Two backyard blackbirds pick at this and peck at that Two backyard blackbirds pick at this and peck at that They weren't expecting, no, that old tomcat I met a redhead in Richmond you know I thought I was in I met a redhead in Richmond I thought that I'd win But three drinks later she said she didn't like men Chorus: Been banged around a bit been kicked around a bit Always end up on my back In the school of knocks You know I've had my lot Yeah, life's like that There was a storm last night the lightning struck and thunder roared There was a storm last night, lightning struck and thunder roared The roof of my brand new house landed on my brand new ford Chorus I thought Murphy was an optimist and now I'm sure I always thought that Murphy was an optimist and now I'm sure Whenever I think I'm gonna win bad luck knocks on my door Chorus -> Out.
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I'd like to re-map the world's palette of colors, if only just for one day The sky would be green as an ocean of clovers and I've always been partial to grey I'd like to name a drink after Socrates This would surely provide me a grin I march with pride in Irony's parade and next annum I will do so again I'd like to freeze a single icicle from the branch on the tree by my home they always arrive in cluttered battalions and I've seldom ever seen one alone I'd like to preserve this moment as the flame it reflects in your eyes an instant of joy, soon to be lost in a world of sadness and lies I'd like to re-map the world's palette of colors I think the clouds would look fine in beige I would paint the sun just a little less harsh you know I've always been partial to grey

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Recorded Live at the Hungry Dog Cafe' - 8 August 2003

Album released 18 February 2004

The first of two live albums by Booze Monkey when they were an acoustic duo featuring Joel Ludwig on bass guitar. Recorded live at the Hungry Dog Cafe' in Strasburg Va, 8 August 2003.

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released February 18, 2004

Graphic Design by Blue Ajay
Cover Photo by Joel Ludwig

Produced, engineered and mastered by Blue Ajay at the Naked Acre Compound Studio.

Insert Photo by Christina M. Orr

Joel Ludwig - Bass
Blue Ajay - Guitar, Vocals, StompBox

Copyright 2003 Sanity Check Musec, Inc. ASCAP

** All credits changed from BLUE to Blue Ajay.

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Booze Monkey is the primary musical moniker for longtime indie recording artist and multi-instrumentalist, Blue Ajay.

A much more detailed biography is available at SanityCheck.net

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