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Rosedale

by The Oil Brothers

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1.
A royal house with no throne No joy banging up the champagne hole We're at the Quik Stop with our very own money You stay in bed we hit the wild honey Not even Greenville or Cannonsburg can you outrun the Natchez rain Not down in Church Hill, Leland, hanging tree, soya fields You can't outrun the Natchez rain The hills roll the roads turn Never seen a town that was too beautiful to burn We're at the DQ somewhere in Tennessee But I can look at you and you can look at me You can't breath you can't speak A fat man dying doesn't make you want to weep We're at the levees edge driving from the psychobilly freaks But I can look at you and you can look at me
2.
Oh Lorraine 03:04
Black steps, you've got the car park blues and the shaking legs. White shoes, you've got the hurricane skies Union Avenue. Burnt lights, you drive us west through the Memphis night to the grand hotel where the white guys stay. Oh Lorraine, the things you've seen, the distant screams out on Riverside Drive. Oh Lorraine, the world won't change, the ghosts won't fade, they're out on Riverside Drive. Bleached rinse, how do you clean the blood from the 306? Grace falls, you've got the cold dead hand of the killing floor. Burnt lights, you drive us west through the Memphis night to the grand hotel where the white guys stay. Oh Lorraine...
3.
Hickman 03:04
You've got that glow of misery There's nothing new you want to do or you wanna see Bells don't ring, and the sun won't burn You gotta go to Hickman In the teeth of that storm in a bar with no name When we fall down we're gonna fall together its our brand of shame When the light streams in on your pale dead skin You gotta go to Hickman It's a boom time under the quays and the barges roll by for eternity It's a long dirt road not a golden track, but you still look back Should've gone to Hickman Taste the green green grass, but it's not your own Stare at the sky at Columbus Bridge but you'll never get home Will you queue for the King in your cloth of gold Or will you go to Hickman It's a boom time.....
4.
Telegram 02:41
In the slut-house with a phonograph And the Terraplane Blues When you gonna understand? You're the daddy-o with your covenant You're the Holy Child When you gonna cauterise? It's a telegram from a dying man Do you understand? It's a telegram from the caravan Of a dying man. In the half-light with the fireflies You're a dead weight When you gonna medicate? In the blue flames with the common girls And the Gin House Blues Man, you're gonna hate tomorrow. It's a telegram from a dying man
5.
Stood next to Lazarus saw him in his bed Away, the highway rolls away Sweet smell petroleum in Venice where we wed Away, the highway rolls away Why does the road have to end here? Why does the road have to end? She smelt the Marigold, flower of the dead He begged forgivenesses from a younger woman's bed Why does the road... Storyville to Paducah McGregor to the lonesome pines A vengeful God of anger Of poverty, hardship and lies... Fading lights of emerald, we're leaving New Orleans Port Gibson trailer park, they've dressed the hanging tree
6.
Two Trains 03:39
Escape the Delta and the marigold oil You get down on the nitrogen coil One day you're going to wake up alone On a tear stained pillow with a cheap phone Two trains on the same rails Dead makeup under red nails You lie in bed face down as your life fails Two trains on the same rails Mr Johnson in his poisoned suit Out with Jimmy Shines at a Greenwood juke Friars Point on the poverty tour Got the Lithium Blues and the smell of the poor All the roses out in Tennessee White chapels under sassafras trees Diabetes and a truck full of guns Walk the French Quarter now they've hidden the bums One day I'm gonna wake up alone Swathed in white linen at the funeral home
7.
Oxygen Mask 04:10
There goes my baby in the oxygen mask They gonna fix her with an Ativan blast Nova Scotia blues cos she's moving too fast She got the hat she got the coat She got the spirit making your life a joke Never ever getting out of the car Another baby in a chemical haze It breaks you down when she's counting the days Don't wanna listen to her voice from the grave
8.
Mile-long train running under the bluffs, there's nothing here but the river and us but you'd get depressed waiting for the Casville ferry. Girls in Caseys want to hear us speak, not some washed-out banged-up superfreak, but you'd get depressed waiting for the Casville ferry. We're not sick, we're not ill, we just wanna be the people at the top of the hill... Gonna praise God and the rodeo clown, the only sober man who didn't bring me down, but you'd get depressed waiting for the Casville ferry. Bring me fresh rope and the rusted chains, the skinny clouds are spitting out skinny rain, but you'd get depressed waiting for the Casville ferry. We're not sick, we're not ill, we just wanna see you crawl to the top of the hill.
9.
Dead Rain 03:36
Meet me in Wisconsin, breathe Judy Garland's air Weeping in her parlour - it's such a good thing to care. A thousand miles from Graceland, we don't know what to wear The King won't be there waiting - it's such a good thing to care Let us drown in Prescott at the taxidermy bar It's full of Gods fat angels - it's such a good thing getting this far. It's only dead rain don't let it drag you down Meet me in St Louis underneath that Apex sign I know your life ain't easy - but it's such a good thing to try Iron hills Missouri, the mines have long been closed It's like our own sweet homeland - it's such a good thing having you close Meet me on the bayou outside our rented shack Well sit and count the turtles - it's such a good thing never look back. It's only dead rain don't let it drag you down
10.
Lying Again 03:22
You don't know what you want you don't know what you need You won't stare at the sea, forgotten how it feels to scream Don't even know to let go, don't know how to give in There's no one calling your name & the city light's fading away You've been lying Lying to yourself again You don't want to be heard. The sun sets over the lake And the doors on the street are all closed, another day slipping away You've been lying Lying to yourself again

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released January 14, 2017

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