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"Shipyard Town" is the latest release from Utah based Americana Band - Mountain Town. Written and recorded on the East Coast and Mastered at NashVox Studios in Nashville, "Shipyard Town" brings to light the urban realities of life in the Tidewater region. Population density, economic instability and of course reaction to a pandemic threaten this beautiful place where history and industry meet....and where your comrade may just be driven hard enough to turn on you.
"These Old Town Streets ain't no good for dreamin'. Seems most folk around here just trying to stay alive. So many are gettin' home from the Ocean. So many just lookin to survive.
Out here they say one thing and do another. Maybe borrow 5 and decide to cut-and-run. Don't get me started about sharin' a bottle. The first sips' all you get - then it's gone.
(Chorus) They build em' high above the waterline. And never think they'll crumble down. You can only fight so long against the tide. Until it's time to leave this Shipyard Town.
I've made up my mind I'm leavin' in the morning. When the sun goes down I'll be miles away. You'll never catch me with a memory - or tellin' folks I ever passed this way.
Oh the flood waters from a hurricane isn't how you'll meet your end - there's just enough high ground to keep you dry. You'll never see the pistol pointed at your back, or know which friend it was that took your life."
A jazzy departure from their Country-Rock and Old-Timey norms, "Ride The Raven" is a smooth song about getting lost in what takes you away from the everyday turmoil - be it religion, relationships or perhaps just a bottle of red wine. Produced by The Animal Farm Music (UK), I have to say that I love the harmonica and "wall of sound" in the chorus'.
"I've tried everything once - and I've done some things twice...and found the only way to fly - listen to my strong advice. You can stay here on the ground - or you can spread your wings and fly. The chance will pass before you - in the blink of an eye.
(Chorus) So drink it in my friends, so we can all take flight - take hold of my hand - and ride the raven tonight.
There's no need to wonder where the wicked hours go - sometimes your pocketwatch speeds up - and at times it runs down slow. But the only way to keep your speed is to draw that ravens' eye. For he knows how to guide you through this black and moonless night.
At the end of the hallway there's light around the door. And nobody can remember if we've passed this way before. There's no need for shaky steps - don't fumble with the keys. Look up to the sky - they're gatherin' in the trees."
(Chorus - (sub) take hold of the reins).
This song was written in 2021 at the Americana Music Folk Music Gathering...previously known as the Kingston Trio Fantasy Camp. This was also the time for the Bob Shane memorial/celebration of life since so many of the attendees are long time fans of the Kingston Trio. This song is about this special group of people and as a junior member of this group of friends, watching them grow older and eventually die.
"There's a devil wind - thats blowin' across the mesas. Trees look like they're prayin' to the sky. Grey clouds, struggle in the distance - reachin' out to touch the ground that is so dry.
I couldn't help but notice as we were sayin' our goodbyes - when you smiled and said 'I'll soon see you again". There was no way you could hide the look of sadness in your eyes - that told me that you didn't know just when.
(Chorus) No this won't be the last time - the spirits from the sky reach to the ground. So listen to the laughter of the raindrops comin' down...'cause you know this ain't the last time around.
There's a flickering of lightning in the distance. But I can't hear any thunder in the sky. Those rolling field of hay are looking tired, old and grey. I wonder if they'll make it or if they'll die. (Chorus)
Old friends, like the colors of the desert - grow stronger with the passing of the years. When those golden grains of sand - start slippin' through your hands - the water from the sky - will always wash away your tears.
I pretend I can hear you in the darkness - pretend I understand just what you're sayin'. And I know that nothing out there will bring you back to me - but it doesn't mean that I every have to stop prayin' (Chorus).
What a fun song to create. Once again, London based The Animal Farm Music provided guidance, session players and production to get this song out there. The suit I'm wearing is a 'Nudie Suit' made by no other than Manuel - who worked at Nudie's shop and has been dressing artists for 50 plus years.
"Nothin' left in the bottle...nothin' left in the tank. There's no time left to argue - I've only got myself to thank. For going in too early/then stayin' out too late. It's going to cost me more than money - I've got to play it straight.
At first I came out a winner - started comin' out ahead. Sometimes that roulette ball goes black - sometimes it comes up red. But you can loose it all when it comes up green - just wait! That house of cards starts burnin' down - you've got to play it straight.
(Chorus) The game is hard to play, when you've got a losing hand. And you can't turn the dealer - no, they'll never understand...that this is not a simple life that any man would choose. You see some are born to win, and I think I was born to lose.
Sometimes we fold it in - and sometimes we let it ride. And hope nobody calls our bluff - on the cards that we're tryin to hide. But when the price of getin' in ain't no better than the take - it's time to cash your fortune in - you've got to play it straight.
The Angel's on my shoulder but the Devil's by my side...and we've got a few chips stashed away to keep this game alive. I've cursed myself before and I'll curse myself again. When am I gonna' realize that it's the house, that always wins?
This was the first song that I did with London based record label The Animal Farm. I remember when (Ville) one of the owners/producers said "Give me the song you'd want to be remembered by if you given 5 minutes to live" - quite the audition, right? Anyway, it's been a pleasure to write and record with such a great group of people who really believe in artist development. Really - I couldn't do it without them.
"I'm tryin' to hold the line - straight as an arrow. And I can't tell if it's the rain - or just my sorrow. That's makin' it hard to steer. Oh maybe it's all catchin' up with me...or maybe it's just my fears.
I don't think the clock on the dashboard can be right - there's no glow on the horizon, after drivin' all night. I keep on lookin' for the next sign - maybe pull this whole rig over and find a place to hide.
'Cause down the line this highway ends - you may not see if comin' don't try and pretend. There's only so much time to try and make amends - 'cause down the line this highway ends.
There's no way that I can tell her - without makin' her cry. And ending those innocent years. There's no winds that's colder and it's no use to shoulder - you'll never dry her broken hearted tears.
'Cause down the line this highway ends - it seems like there's not slowin' down - I'll tell you my friends. There's only so much time to try and make amends - 'cause down the line this highway ends.
So shake off those night spells - you'll loose your mind tryin' to turn around - all those dry wells.
There's no headlights on the highway - at these times of night. You start to feel as empty as the road. Some of your secrets, they escape from their chains - don't look behind...just best to let 'em go.
'Cause down the line this highway ends. So keep your hands upon the wheel and brace against the wind. There's only so much time to try and make amends, 'cause down the line this highway ends.
After a show there we always have a "meet and greet" to kind of 'wind things down'. After a show in Virginia, a gal dressed to the 9's who walked in alone to the wine bar waited until she was the last to visit before I broke down the gear. "You sing songs that make people cry" she said. "I know - but there is common ground and strength there" I told her. The next day I penned this song...
"She asked me why I play those sad songs - those melody's that make 'em cry. Every Night - the lonely hearts are breakin' - and I watch the sadness in their eyes - you see...
(Chorus) Every love has a history - and when it's gone the night feels so cold. Unwind your tangled memories - in those runnin' tears you'll find some gold.
I watched her take an empty bar stool - and I watched her order up another wine. She closed her eyes and walked among the shadows - that only fade with the passing of the time (Chorus).
There's nothing I can do to change things - not a single thing I can do can bring him home. So pin your sorrows on that lowly blackbird. And tell your nervous heart it's not alone. (Chorus)