Rosedale

by The Oil Brothers

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released January 14, 2017

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Track Name: The Natchez Rain
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
Track Name: Oh Lorraine
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...
Track Name: Hickman
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.....
Track Name: Telegram
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
Track Name: Why Does The Road Have To End?
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
Track Name: Two Trains
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
Track Name: Oxygen Mask
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
Track Name: The Casville Ferry
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.
Track Name: Dead Rain
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
Track Name: Lying Again
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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