1. |
Horseman
04:20
|
|||
|
Smell the salt coming down
broad strokes feel the call now
dead weight all around
hard to let it all hang out
Pinch a nickel from the crowd
Steal a kiss and blow it out now
Not fool just a clown
Kick it break it out loud
(Chorus)
I dont need a horseman to hold my dream
I really dont wanna keep this soul to lean
I cant catch a beat if its not mean
I wanna hold a note we all see
Fetch the stick come on and dig my lick
Hear the brush in the din
Gonna make and old girl spin
Wrangle up a sound and
Pitch it to the flowers behind your house
Cant flinch at the crowd
you gotta try to hear the soft voice loud
A caution for the wise
We all look the same in a young boy’s eyes
(Chorus x2)
|
||||
2. |
Fever Song
04:13
|
|||
|
Cant stop the good fever growing
Cant break to avoid it all
Cant hurt to pitch one more throw in
Cant miss if you dont swing at all
Let hold go on your ambition
Let a pause employ us all
Take words and make a position
Heartbeat in a soul song
(Chorus)
Whatcha say about that my friend
Whatcha say about that in the end
In the end…..
Whatcha say about that my friend
*REPEAT
(Chorus)
|
||||
3. |
Joker & The Queen
05:25
|
|||
|
I was the joker you was the queen
We was the song that we did sing
We were the people we wanted to be
All that we wanted was holy and free
We walked the old roads fashioned with furs
We was our own child we was our own curse
All devil may care we spin in reverse
The blind choir plays on they dont miss a beat or verse
(Chorus)
Come bring it back to me
Come give it back to me
Come bring back to me
Come give back to me
We lived a bright haze
And the records they turned
And on the cold days old dogs howl was heard
The place wasnt warm but the whiskey was good
The well that we was wishing was at our feet but we forgot
(Chorus x2)
|
||||
4. |
One More Road
03:57
|
|||
|
All my friends stop making sense
Listen to the calling
Where’s your window on this ordinary night
Hear the stray dogs laughing
Time to go to the whistling shore
To that old black sea
Come with me to newberry creek
Ramblin’ to south country
Getting high just passing the time
Watching girls above
All the time to drink up your wine
I feel sick with love
Needles and hay we is whistling away
Foreign fogs a coming
Getting lost on the slow train bus
We dont care bout’ nothing…
(Chorus)
One more road
One more road
One more road
One more road
Ten rock roads nowhere to go
Boots all gravel splinters
Living high now cos in summer and fall
Run to gilded winters
Gimme the steam of that rockin’ horse dream
Let me meet my maker
Snowbirds dream in a magazine
Sunday ride Ill take her Sunday ride Ill take her
Sunday stoned Ill take her…
(Chorus)
|
||||
5. |
Miss Daisy
03:46
|
|||
|
Miss daisy’s on a truck in the road getting anxious getting cold
And all she wants to do is not do what shes told
Precious time she gives she sells to all her lovers she will tell
I know I love you baby but my baby love me well to
Now on the other side of the town flower girls getting down
He’ll be pushing her up soon praying deep in the ground
Save her soon save her now let her go get her out
Shivering whispering words save us all from the cloud came through
(Chorus)
Another gone lady..
And there is another one waiting
At the foot of her bed
Another gone lady ..
And there is another one waiting
At the foot of her bed for you..
Miss daisy knows the sacred tune as fever grows in ones like you
So let her write a letter for your postman to chew
And it comes to all you know they held her high they wanted more
As church bells sound miss daisy sweeps the killing floor with you
(Chorus x2)
|
||||
6. |
It Won't Stick
04:11
|
|||
|
Little hand in a pocket book
Little hand dont bother me
Little hand dont be shy
Take it all and make me see
Less I have the more I know
Less bread to grow the oats
Less time to make the dough
Take it all and make me see
Honey…dont be shy you can clear the smoke
With a single light……
Pale hand in my eyes
Time is taking us for a ride
Thieve it all round the bend
Take it all and make me see
Shes all black inside
Spider cursed and polarized
I heed from the hand that bids
Quick switch in the wrong trail ride
Honey…dont be shy you can clear the smoke
With a single light……
If God has a willful hand
Id hate to see his size ten
If I got time to spare
Then its all just a little dare
A little dare…..
Honey…dont be shy you can clear the smoke
With a single light…….
|
||||
7. |
The River
03:38
|
|||
|
Little hand in a pocket book
Little hand dont bother me
Little hand dont be shy
Take it all and make me see
Less I have the more I know
Less bread to grow the oats
Less time to make the dough
Take it all and make me see
Honey…dont be shy you can clear the smoke
With a single light……
Pale hand in my eyes
Time is taking us for a ride
Thieve it all round the bend
Take it all and make me see
Shes all black inside
Spider cursed and polarized
I heed from the hand that bids
Quick switch in the wrong trail ride
Honey…dont be shy you can clear the smoke
With a single light……
If God has a willful hand
Id hate to see his size ten
If I got time to spare
Then its all just a little dare
A little dare…..
Honey…dont be shy you can clear the smoke
With a single light…….
|
||||
8. |
Krista Lynn
03:37
|
|||
|
Oh Krista Lynn where’d you come from
Oh Krista Lynn where’d you come from
raise up the flag of your soul
heart down the way to my world
Oh Krista Lynn where’d you come from
Oh Krista Lynn where you come from
heart down the world let it show you
hold back the pain dont let it bother you
Oh Krista Lynn where’d you come from
Oh Krista Lynn where you come from
weight down the burden dont let it show
heartbreak and sorrow wont leave you alone
come on let it fall to it may grow
don’t let it harden down a hollow road
Oh Krista Lynn where’d you come from
Oh Krista Lynn where’d you break from
I dont..
I dont..
Oh I dont..
No I dont..
Raise up the flag let it show
Dont be afraid I got no where to go
Lets see you dance till the morning show
Come on build a song three chords or more
Oh Krista Lynn where’d you come from
|
||||
9. |
Sweet Lady Rise
03:55
|
|||
|
I see it now and its oh so clear
We will convene to the head of the chair
Making marks as we play in the sand
Dressing up just like we were pretend
Writing songs for our own time
Kissing hands of those left behind
(Chorus)
Oh Sweet Lady Rise
Oh Sweet Lady Rise
Put on those pants and put on that hat
Lets fashion one out of mold and skat
Take your time son dont be shy
It’s all so easy to turn out right
But there aint no hope to find
All a kill to your own time
(Chorus)
The dream is dead
We’re still alive
Hand me a number to stand in line
Give me a grievance to pay my debt
Roll me up and drop your hat
Oh Sweet Lady Rise………
|
||||
10. |
Honestman
04:43
|
|||
|
Why did you fall for an honestman
How could you dream it when dreaming cant
Torn from the hits of the last
Can I spell a future without my past
Why did you fall for an honestman
How did you dream it when dreaming cant
Torn from page in the past
Can I spell a future without my…
Never let a young one tell you
Never let an old one sell you
Never let no one change you
How could you fall for an honestman
Why did you dream it when dreaming cant
Torn from the hits of the last
Can I spell a future without my without my without my past
Never let a young one tell you
Never let an old one sell you
Never let no one change you
|
||||
If you like Hollus, you may also like:
Thoughtful and poetic folk with a Cosmic Americana flavor from the Brooklyn singer-songwriter.
go to album
Forward, Children: A fundraiser for Durham Public Schools students
by Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger transforms from a solo songwriter to a full-band on a record benefiting Durham Public Schools.
go to album
Terms of Surrender
by Hiss Golden Messenger
Psychedelic folkster M.C. Taylor taps Jenny Lewis, Phil Cook, and others for his latest as Hiss Golden Messenger.
go to album
Heart Like a Levee
by Hiss Golden Messenger
Partially funded by a commission at Duke University, Messenger's latest is a robust collection of emotive tunes.
go to album
IMAGERIA Rolo1
by Gabriel Muzak
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 8, 2015
go to album
See the World on Fire
by the Ar-Kaics
On their first new record in six years, the Virginia garage punkers take on the end of the world with the requisite clang and clamor.
go to album
Twitchy, effects-heavy post-punk grooves give way to psychedelic surf-rock delirium on the Toronto quartet's dreamy-yet-doomy second LP.
go to album
