marah
this isn't the first time Marah has graced these pages, and i doubt it will be the last. there are worse things someone could play when asked, "put on some American music," but maybe nothing better.
it's all here, i think.
country-fried rhythm and blues music played by punk rockers from the center of the city. poetry from back alleys. diehard dreams and broken hearts on their sleeves. beercan stumbling.
this is the one that's been stuck in my head all week. from Let's Cut the Crap and Hook up Later on Tonight, i promise it sounds nothing and exactly like everything else they put down.
listen: marah - formula, cola, dollar draft
buy: marah rekkids, if you know what's good for you
Johnny St. Clair wuz here at 12:58 AM
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There was a time when I didn't talk
I’d look away, or I'd shrug it off
Turn it out or turn it off
Or say something short and soft
Out of school I took a J-O-B
Makin' buttons in a factory
Thinking what does life got in for me?
And I didn't wanna know
In a city full of double deals
My boss would yawn and roll back on his heels
Like anyone could cop a feel of lady luck
I was made with my brother Bill
Drinking Muskie Moons on top of Laurel Hill
It's funny now I'd cheek a poison pill to sober up
And no two-bit claim of I'm all right
Is gonna turn around and make it right
So I'm fishing in my pocket for a light
And I'm standin' on the corner on a Saturday night
I seen pigeons flap their filthy wings
To a freezing sunset in the west
Rain shit down from their haunted perch
In the bells above St. Someone's church
The Sexton drinks and dreams in bed
One eye in a line of light
Startled by a ghost he screams his dead
Wife's name into the night
Which echoes down a cobbled hall
Bounces off a gray stone floor
Fired down a line of stairs
Where it's silenced by a door
Beyond which I am leaning, leaning
Watching cars and dreaming
As steam rose 'round my body
Like my soul up to the stars
I guess the devil's had his way with town
No what Willie is in the ground
And I guess the devil made me this
When he gave me no one I can't resist
I got the bill today
Wrote back I moved away
They called me up to say
I’m still here
So on the 5th day of the 5th month
At 5 o'clock in the dawn
I rolled myself in a T-O-P
And jumped out on Highway One
With a 400 engine hot as a cremation coffin
And a tailgate bangin' like an airplane wing
I was rollin' on the highway doing it my way
Whistling "Someday" and singing this song
I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes
Concerning the Great Speckled Bird
I didn't know God made Honky-Tonk Angels
And went back to the Wild Side of Life
I didn't know God made Honky-Tonk Angels.
But I damn sure knew he made Honky-Turkeys.
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