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Son
03:34
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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
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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
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Solitaire (the old way)
05:00
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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
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4. |
Block Away Friend
04:55
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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
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5. |
Life's Like That
04:29
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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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6. |
Partial to Grey
02:43
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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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Booze Monkey Virginia
Booze Monkey is the primary musical moniker for longtime indie recording artist and multi-instrumentalist, Blue Ajay.
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