El Paso
Jesus Christ with Signs Following
Big Santiago Bust
Receipts and Fevers
Pickles
O Rings
Waterbag
Hallelujah Shine
Layin Around the House
Meat off the Bone
Flamenco Cabaret
Turn My Head
Tearbox
High Highs and Low Lows
Label: Sugar Hill
Release Date: September 26, 2000
Duration: 52:09
Recording Date: November, 1999 – December, 1999
Recording Location: Brooklyn Bridge Studio, Austin, TX
El Paso
Kevin Russell
Flooded roads out of town
Call and telephone lines are down
call and the lines are down
Retarded girl she slurs
Tornadoes out on the desert sir
And I’m going to El Paso
Chicken blood on my pants
Hands are shaky and pillow is damp
Hands are shaky and pillow is damp
Cigarette rumble seat
Drive all day got nothing to eat
Drivin all day got nothing and I’m goin to
El Paso
Look out Juarez
I gonna dance with the Strawberry girl
gonna dance with the Strawberry girl
Green shirt muddy shoes
Waiting on the bus to get me through
Waiting on the bus to get me goin to
El Paso
Jesus Christ with Signs Following
Max Johnston
Jesus Christ, with signs followin’,
serpents in the air.
Hellbent on heaven bound,
your earthly end is near.
Guarded by the divine,
we’re practicin’ our faith.
There’s more than chance at work here,
or strychnine in this place.
Jesus Christ, with signs following,
serpents up in the air.
Hellbent on heaven bound,
your earthly end is near.
Hellbent. For heaven bound!
Hellbent for heaven bound…
Lost me 15 years ago,
they say I lost my faith.
Now at home with the Lord of you,
someone has taken my place.
Jesus Christ, with signs followin’,
serpents up in the air.
We’re hell bent upon heaven bound,
your earthly end is near.
Hellbent. For heaven bound!
Hellbent for heaven bound.
Hellbent for heaven bound
Hellbent for heaven bound…
Big Santiago Bust
Jimmy Smith
Out of the gravel
From behind the smallest stone
Go home
Walk back
With your wet cotton bags back home
Tobacco for sawdust
Tobacco for sawdust
The Big Santiago Bust
The Big Santiago Bust
The Big Santiago Bust
And one day when the folly grips you
It will sink into your heart
And one day when you sculpt your tired
Your tired idol
The Big Santiago Bust
The Big Santiago Bust
The Big Santiago Bust
Will rush into your hands
Receipts and Fevers
Kevin Russell
Some say he was a man
who kept his money in a can
spending only to pacify
They buried him in apple cores
put a clock up on his door
replaced all the numbers with dead wasps
Save yer receipts & fevers
for the weeping wall
Build yer house of bitters
where the tears will not fall
Someone said she was the kind
where sorrow sinks into the eyes
her house smelled like old sweet meat
They buried her in lemon rinds
& thousands of Eisenhower dimes
small, round, silver & sublime
Save yer receipts & fevers
for the weeping wall
Build yer house of bitters
where the tears will not fall
Pickles
Jimmy Smith
If you want to make some pickles
Take your time make some brine
Put all those little things you love
In vinegar and wine
It ain¹t Chinese algebra
It¹s easily done
Why you can pickle anything
Pickling is fun
A lot of people I know use dill weed
But, why don¹t you be more adventurous
I¹ll give you exactly what you need
Gonna fix your ass up real nice
Give you pickling advice
Let your intuition be your guide
Results are all that matter
Are you happy with your yeild?
Oh, come on you can tell me
I¹m an expert in the field
Please don¹t be discouraged if your first batch is a bus
Give your ego time to heal
Persevering is a must
O Rings
Max Johnston
a pull of the squeezebox plays round
through your golden locked hair
next to mine in the lantern glare
the swing of the meoldy takes
you arm in arm with me while
we sway in harmony dancin there
oh rings around you and me
oh no where i’d rather be
the strings of the mandolin sing
to the twirlin rows round
to the cricket legs rubbin sound
then the call from the caller
brings quiet to the hall where we’d spun
neath the ball and the lantern glare
oh rings around you and me
oh no where i’d rather be
Waterbag
Jimmy Smith
The milky globes of Sunday
The milky globes of Sunday
The son of a donkey
Is a son of donkey
Oooo we all come down the mountain accordingly
Oooo we all come down the mountain accordingly
With a good load, mind you Into a forgiving little town
One in a thousand look up
The rest get put in the stalls with the camels
Yeah, the rest get put in the stalls with the camels
There is a smile in the bean You can drop another waterbag from the treetops for a grin, yeah
You just might hear the ring calling you down
Down in the lucky dung and ashes Down where the lovers gamble and vomit
The approach could be so gentle Into a forgiving little town
But I got my ass kicked by a cow
Hallelujah Shine
Kevin Russell
If you want to talk about it
you gotta go down there brother
If you want to talk about it
You gotta get in the water
If you want yer hallelujah shine
you gotta go under
You gotta go under Jordan’s mighty waters
This hallelujah shine is mighty dark & old
If you want to meet the Jesus
You gotta go down there brother
If you wanna meet Muhammad
You gotta get in the water
If you want yer hallelujah shine
you gotta go under
You gotta go under Jordan’s mighty waters
This hallelujah shine is mighty dark & old
If you want to know what Jesus did
you gotta go down there brother
If you want to meet the Buddha
& kill him on the road to glory
If you want yer hallelujah shine
you gotta go under
You gotta go under Jordan’s mighty waters
This hallelujah shine is mighty dark & old
Layin Around the House
Jimmy Smith
Columbia’s unwound
If it gets any worse
Gonna have to go down
Get me some military training
Embark on a little mission
Slap some bicycle together
Got to get the ball rolling
Let’s just say
Got to wrap some roses
Snug in a tortilla
Got to pay a little visit
To Fatty Carmello
Helps keep the classical
Up on the radio
Hell, I can’t help it
If God don’t walk here
Everytime I want to work
But maybe if my bed is made
Or I cast a vote
Take it easy on the wino
Or give up the smoke
Ole Fatty Carmello
Ole Fatty gonna be broke
And I can just use
What’s laying around the house
Meat off the Bone
Kevin Russell
I been waiting on a cold front
to trample this sun
I been calling my mama on the telephone
I been eating lot o chicken
on the kitchen stove
and pulling the meat right off the bone
I been sending letters of sorrow home
I been hurting deep and not sleeping long
I been eating lots o chicken
and getting mighty stoned
and pulling the meat right off the bone
And I ask myself how did it get this way
but when I ask myself I ain’t got much to say
I’m cooking the chicken and eating the crow
& pulling the meat right off the bone
We have no preacher to marry our son
Our daughters have no faith in a christian home
How shall we live now, now that God is gone
We’re pulling the meat right off the bone
And I ask myself how did it get this way
but when I ask myself I ain’t got much to say
I’m cooking the chicken and eating the crow
& pulling the meat right off the bone
Flamenco Cabaret
Words by Frederico Garcia Lorca
Jimmy Smith
On the darkened stage
Parralla maintains
A conversation with death
And the people are
Inhaling her sobs
And in the green mirror
Her long silk train
Sways back and forth
Lamps of crystal and green mirrors
She calls death but death never comes
Lamps of crystal and green mirrors
She calls death but death never comes
And she calls out again
And she calls out again
Turn My Head
Kevin Russell
What you wanna do with me
Cut but I don’t bleed
What you see in my eyes
I can’t even cry
Don’t it turn my head around
Don’t you know it’s lonely inside of me
My belly and my tung is numb
I just ain’t got none
I ain’t got none left
I really can’t get no rest
Don’t it turn my head around
Don’t you know it’s lonely inside of me
Why you wanna beat my brow
while I’m wearing my thorny crown
Why you waiting for my tears
when they ain’t even here
Don’t it turn my head around
Don’t you know it’s lonely inside of me
Tearbox
Jimmy Smith
I washed it with water
Made it smell like rosemary
A funny little tearbox
A chest full of laughter
Well I drank hot coffee
Well I drank so much coffee
Now my hair it sticks up like the startled squirrels
It¹s always four in the morning
To understand all these containers
I¹ll imitate a mile
Walk with me for awhile
It dissapears like the tearbox
I¹ll imitate a mile
Walk with me for awhile
It dissapears like the tearbox
High Highs and Low Lows
Jimmy Smith
Old man Bear dropped a matchbook
Standard procedure couldn’t walk
Ate a marzipan lemon drop
Invalidate the short stop
To left field out of the park
Always been that way
Too late to stop
The hammer dropped on aisle ten
“No way man, I don’t do tens”
Pick up the produce make amends
Go back to London stay with friends
High Highs Low Lows
Belly full of hot taco
Do with me as you’ve done with them
Put a call in to the lawyer man
One day you¹re in one day you’re gone
What follows you
Can’t be undone
Hedonistic Fatalistic Bombastic Cataclysmic
Stick it, Stick it in your ear
So long mother, I’m out of here
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