SPIRITUAL WAR cassette tape

by john southworth

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1.
03:26
HUNGER MARCH the poorer the singer the richer the song some days we eat some days we don't march on through your hunger they're beating back the crowds into the old town we steal your empty bottles make bovril in the puddles never google gogol or they'll check your file night on bald mountain without winter shoes breadline to the moon the poorer the singer the richer the song this song is food for all mothers and their orphans washing on the shore obesity is fiction the stench of piss is strong nothing cures the hunger no matter how much food a common lad consumes in the church of the spilled blood or the holy potato children stick their tongues out for the demon wafer of monsanto the gods are drinking gravol watch out they don't peuk get up off your pews the poorer the singer the richer the song this song is food for all
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WHITE PEASANT WINE white peasant wine in the afternoon sunshine followed by a plate of pie and liver pate the groom and bride and our families and friends seated on a picnic table by the highway a ferris wheel has come to life upon the isle of rose so let us climb upon its heels and leave our woes below leave your worries all alone white peasant wine it goes down so very fine let us row the groom and bride towards the island and once we’re there in the evening gypsy air we shall ride upon the ferris wheel in silence a ferris wheel has come to life upon the isle of rose so let us climb upon its heels and leave our lives alone leave your worries below white peasant wine in the afternoon sunshine now a simple feast of life is fast upon us white peasant wine for the happy groom and bride let them step into this life’s triumphant chorus
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FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE OLD WORLD AGAIN it’s easy to say that you have no regrets it's easy to play the part of the old laureate now I’m strolling around the old grounds i’ve worn the right boots and i’ve painted my claws at times i have tried to fit in with that circle of whores as they circled around the old town i’m falling in love with the old world again i’m due for another birth but i’m not ready yet i'm walking away to the old sea again i‘m standing outside the door of your old address so don’t you try to stop me when i’m falling for the old world once again i can see when i am not wanted i’m falling in love with the old world again with the old world again i’ve been here before and i’ve shaken that hand i’m always intensely aware of the foul liver stench of my fellow man i can see that I’m starting to offend so i’ll stay overnight in the etruscan room i’ll stare at those stone eggs for hours till the high school bus tours resume then I’ll slip out a back exit door i’m falling in love with the old world again i’m due for another birth but i’m not ready yet i'm walking away to the old sea again i‘m standing outside the door of our old address so don’t you try to stop me when i’m falling for the old world once again i can see when i am not wanted i’m falling in love with the old world again with the old world again
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TRAMPS OF ST. PETERSBURG here come the tramps of st. petersburg diggin your lawns at night here come the tramps like a flock of birds down the i-75 they’ve come to dance in daytona beach stealin your real estate signs here come the tramps of st. petersburg they're licking your dogs and cats here come the tramps what a skinny herd sneaking into the backs of of walt disney world in their tattered rags stinking of fish and gas here come the tramps of st. petersburg they're budding into the line and stealing hats and they never work the happiest men alive here comes the tramps call the governor they’re spreading disease and fire they’ve come to dance on the putting greens they’re pissing wherever they please here come the tramps screaming russian verse sneaking across state lines here come the tramps here come the tramps here come the tramps
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POOR VACATION TOWN the gypsies wash their franchise hands their wives are wrapped in scarves their children hand out happy meals through windows in the dark we head out on the old shrimp boat come back with haunted eyes the sea shall still obey the moon now ever since the spill it’s been a poor vacation town finger in the fire shrimp is on the grill but there’s a body in the lounge frozen jambalaya sweet chlorine pneumonia has hit the motel strip the chambermaids of yesteryear have gathered on the bridge i ride my horse around the pool where swimsuit mourners cry on their spring break bohemia ever since the spill it’s been a poor vacation town finger in the fire shrimp is on the grill but there’s a body in the lounge frozen jambalaya finger in the fire but now the fire is burning out
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ALL ABOARD ON THE SWEET JERSEY SHORE been livin on beans been livin so poor atlantic city well it ain’t what it was now i’m falling off the wagon of my dreams i’m looking for work i'm shaving my neck the old preacher said that they’re looking for a crew on the sweet jersey shore good men to go sea and it’s all aboard on the sweet jersey shore sailing away on a spiritual war waving goodbye to my ma and my pa hope that it’s gonna pan out yeah it's all aboard on the sweet jersey shore sailin away with the spiritual war headin on back to the old land of yore hope that it’s goin to pan out i'm hopin it's goin to pan out headin out headin out on a spiritual war hope that's it's goin to pan out sailin out sailin out on the sweet jersey shore i’m giving the deck a new coat of paint i’m lighting my pipe and i’m thinking about what’s under the waves white whale of my dreams now the vision i had when i was a boy is callin me back but it seems i’m employed without a contract for a sweet eternity and it’s all aboard on the sweet jersey shore sailing away on a spiritual war waving goodbye and i'm feeling so sore hope that it’s gonna pan out yeah it's all aboard on the sweet jersey shore me and my mates on a spiritual war headin on back to the old land of yore hopin it’s goin to pan out hopin it's goin to pan out headin out headin out on a spiritual war hope that's goin to pan out sailin out sailin out on the sweet jersey shore
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THE POOR OF MY CITY i take each hand each hand of the hardened onto the barge sometimes they dance they dance without music the song in their arms and they curse themselves heading to harbor ashamed of their own inner music and then twilight comes they come to the waters to gather the corn of their spirits they are the soul and i take them across i take them across for they are the soul nightly i row with my eyes on the rock i take them across the poor of my city i take them across a river of veils to gather the corn and to dance without music i’m taking the poor the poor of my city in my hands
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ONE WINTER ROSE miracle of love it was a miracle of love standing in the snow one winter rose it was a miracle of love to find you growing one winter rose how did you know the first hive arrived on the second day of the year white petals lay inside and a candle glowed and now my heart is like that hive of endless honey one winter rose how did you know one rose all it took was one rose just one rose to love me truly madly one rose many years ago i saw you for the first time standing in the snow one winter rose and now I’m standing in the sun a proud beekeeper one winter rose how did you know now I wait for you the sun is drowning out the earth a gypsy funeral march heading down the road and now I’m fleeing like the czar a shaved pallbearer one winter rose how did you know one rose all it took was one rose just one rose to love me truly deeply one rose
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WHO’S THE GIRL IN THE MIRROR? who’s the girl in the mirror? how i wonder how i wonder where and when did i see her was it just just a slip of the heart just a beautiful projection on my part i have only seen her dancing in the mirror dancing there behind the glass of relative space and time but when i turn around she’s nowhere to be found it’s not easy on a lad as impressionable as i who’s the girl in the mirror? how i wonder how i wonder where and when did i see her was it just just a slip of my heart just a beautiful projection on my part
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BAG LADY OF HAWAII bag lady of hawaii don’t leave me here all alone in the street you touch me without touching me stay with me now that the sun’s in the sea bag lady of hawaii don’t leave me alone in the street alone in the street bag lady under the palm tree turn back around and come right back to me i’ve seen you before in my dream give me the tropical kiss that i need bag lady of hawaii don’t leave me alone in the street
11.
THE LONELINESS OF THE LONG-DISTANCE SINGER-SONGWRITER oh my darlin oh susanah you are like a red red rose but now the nightingale tells his fairy tale where did all your long hair go oh the loneliness of the long distance singer songwriter send me back my love oh my bonnie little suzie all i have to do is dream dream dream but everybody’s talking at me i’m alone again naturally oh the loneliness of the long-distance singer songwriter you’ll still be the one it’s 1976 and i’m in trouble with the law again i’m out on route 66 and indiana wants me lord lord i can’t go back there rainy days and mondays always bring me down what a town without pity can do together we can make it baby on the poor side of town don’t it make your brown eyes blue oh the loneliness of the long distance singer songwriter the song remain the same the song remains the same it's the same old song the song remains the same love me love my dog
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COMMUNITY SERVICE i’m building a roller coaster in the back alley made of wooden crutches and driftwood from the harbor sometimes i find my old man curled up underneath at three o clock in the morning all the children in the hood they bring me stacks of wood you like to go up for a ride and feel the magic feel the magic feel the magic in the universe i’m building a carousel behind the library made of silver horses sent down from the heavens sometimes they find me on a horse naked and asleep at four o clock in the morning all the old folks in the hood they bring me stacks of wood you like to go up for a ride and feel the magic feel the magic feel the magic in the universe i’m building a ferris wheel inside the cemetery thinking about elvis he probably was an angel now i'm crying in the streets i’m worried ‘bout my life at five o clock in the morning all the angels in the hood they bring me stacks of wood you like to go up for a ride and feel the magic feel the magic feel the magic in the universal neighborhood i hope i can do some good in the universal neighborhood i hope i can do some do some good do some good

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released June 21, 2011

john southworth - voice & guitar
all songs written & recorded by john southworth
mastered by jean martin



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