Banjo

by Georga

Released 05/02/2018
Primary Rock Records PRR 018
Released 05/02/2018
Primary Rock Records PRR 018
Ten songs in English
  • 03:28 Download
    Row of Dominoes
  • 03:13
    Little Things in Life
  • 02:58
    Chinese Envoy
  • 03:03
    Downpressor Man
  • 03:54 Lyrics
    Blind Willie McTell

    Seen the arrow on the doorpost

    Saying, “This land is condemned

    All the way from New Orleans

    To Jerusalem”

    I traveled through East Texas

    Where many martyrs fell

    And I know no one can sing the blues

    Like Blind Willie McTell

     

    Well, I heard that hoot owl singing

    As they were taking down the tents

    The stars above the barren trees

    Were his only audience

    Them charcoal gypsy maidens

    Can strut their feathers well

    But nobody can sing the blues

    Like Blind Willie McTell

     

    See them big plantations burning

    Hear the cracking of the whips

    Smell that sweet magnolia blooming

    See the ghosts of slavery ships

    I can hear them tribes a-moaning

    Hear that undertaker’s bell

    Nobody can sing the blues

    Like Blind Willie McTell

     

    There’s a woman by the fire

    With some fine young handsome man

    He’s dressed up like a squire

    Bootlegged whiskey in his hand

    There’s a chain gang on the highway

    I can hear them rebels yell

    And I know no one can sing the blues

    Like Blind Willie McTell

     

    Well, God is in His heaven

    And we all want what’s His

    But power and greed and corruptible seed

    Seem to be all that there is

    I’m gazing out the window

    Of the St.JamesHotel

    And I know no one can sing the blues

    Like Blind Willie McTell

     

  • 04:28
    She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain (Jesus' Chariot)
  • 02:42 Lyrics
    Close Watch

    Never win and never lose
    There's nothing much to choose
    Between right and wrong


    Nothing lost and nothing gained
    Still things aren't quite the same
    Between you and me
    I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
    I keep a close watch on this heart of mine


    I still hear your voice at night
    When I turn out the light
    Trying to settle down
    But there's nothing I can do
    'Cause I can't live without you
    Any way at all
    I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
    I keep a close watch on this heart of mine

  • 03:21 Lyrics
    Not To Touch The Earth
    Not to touch the earth
    Not to see the sun
    Nothing left to do, but
    Run, run, run
    Let's run
    Let's run
    House upon the hill
    Moon is lying still
    Shadows of the trees
    Are witnessing the wild breeze
    C'mon baby run with me
    Let's run
    Run with me
    Run with me
    Run with me
    Let's run
    The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
    Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
    Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
    And you won't know a thing till you get inside
    Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
    The engine runs on glue and tar
    Come on along, we're not going very far
    To the East to meet the Czar
    Run with me
    Run with me
    Run with me
    Let's run

    Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake
    The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
    Who lives in a well by the side of the road
    Wake up, girl, we're almost home
    Run with me
    Run with me
    Run with me
    Let's run















  • 03:39 Lyrics
    Martyr - Acoustic version

    I've been a martyr for love
    And I will die in the flames
    As I draw my last breath
    As I'm close in on death
    I will call out your name


    I've been a martyr for love
    Nailed up on the cross
    While you're having your fun
    As the damage is done
    I'm assessing the cost



    I knew what I was letting myself in for
    I knew that I could never even the score


    I've been a martyr for love
    I need to be by your side
    I have knelt at your feet
    I have felt you deceit
    Could have leave if I tried



    I've been a martyr for love
    Tortured every hour
    From the day I was born
    I've been moved like a pawn
    By the greatest of powers



    I knew that I would have to suffer in vain
    Aware that I would never outgrow the pain

  • 05:43
    Wayfaring Stranger
NOTES
Cover art by Stina Berge

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