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"Robt Sarazin Blake"

by Robert Sarazin Blake

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I know no road finer than Dingle to Tralee Clair by my side my hand upon her knee She was halfway sleeping we barely talked at all Just like in Alberta the weather is good there in the fall The trip has been a fine one Because the company Friends have carried me along I carry them with me We slipped out of Galway the gig it was a bust I don’t do what I need, I do what I must There was a cabin in the Burren and old friend took us in Dinner was laid out a bed we could crawl in The trip has been a fine one Because the company Friends have carried me along I carry them with me She sang ‘Cayote’ I sang ‘oh my shinning star’ One Mitchell then another the songs filled up that car She took me to see her granny biscuits and tea My grandmother is dead that meant a lot to me I know no road finer than Dingle to Tralee Clair by my side my hand upon her knee
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OK, OK, OK, 03:29
Parents getting older Parent getting ill I don’t have any kids I wonder if I will If I had a second life Might to things differently I love the live I have I love to see what I can see the freedom of the lonely night Ok, ok, ok I’m not 22 I live like I am No job, no wife, no house Kiss away the girlfriend It all could change so fast Maybe it will I’m trying to keep a distance I’m trying to get my fill the freedom of the lonely night Ok, ok, ok Though I try to walk in peace I’ve broken a few hearts And there was one I shattered Believing Greatness comes from a lonely mind I’m trying to be good Anything goes When your good and gone I think I know what’s happening I love it when I’m wrong Whispers in my ear For whom the bells chime A mothers’ voice at sunset I know its time the freedom of the lonely night Ok, ok, ok
3.
We called ourselves broke as we ordered another The booking agents had already booked up our summer All we had to do was write another darling hummer In our winter in NY In our winter in NY The jam sessions were packed and the after parties after The Scoresby was backed by bottles of lager Everyone was trying to write the song that everyone would cover Cutting the grass of Caleb Klauder In Our Winter in NY In Our Winter in NY When we were finally sleeping in the same bed No one wrote about politics too boring to bother The news gave us no clues it was not what we were after We were all wrapped up in writing songs about each other In Our Winter in NY In Our Winter in NY The bands that came through Stuck around like glue The Red Sticks from Laffayette John Paul Jones John Elliott In Our Winter in NY In Our Winter in NY Everyone was in love the cold air killed the blues everyone went home with someone Silver went home with two In Our Winter in NY In Our Winter in NY Then the sublets got let Everyone went out on tour Some went to France and ate the Soup Dejour The days got warmer The nights got shorter Before it got dull It got over Our Winter in NY Our Winter in NY When we were finally sleeping in the same bed
4.
Joy 05:36
I gave my love a cherry without any stone I gave my love a chicken without any bone I gave my love a baby with no crying I gave my love a story that knows no end How comes there a cherry without any stone? How comes there a chicken without any bone? How comes a baby with no crying? How come there a story that knows no end? Its hard to talk to strangers it’s hard to trust men Suspicious of anyone Who wants o be your friend Mother lost it after the divorce Your brother the closet when you were alone in the house Husband who controlled you, told you what to where Where your could eat, how to wear your hair Your need for love binding you Your need for love blinding you Your need for love winding you Down down down To blackouts from drinking, stories you wont tell Tugging on the arm, begging and pleading But, It aint nothing It aint nothing It aint nothing compared to your joy Empty mailbox on holidays and birthdays Say it doesn’t bother you, you moved away Grandmother died when you were only 10 No one was around you took your first boyfriend Years on acid, years on booze In a could of smoke with nothing left to lose Father who forgot you, friends who were toxic The man who took you when you were unconscious You got mornings you wake up, eyes already crying Nights you fall asleep swearing you were dieing Sink full of dishes trash hanging out Head over the toiled spilling your guts out Make it go away I would make it go away If your pain was a dragon with a sword I would slay Your pain from the past will linger and betray I just hope it gets a little bit better every day And, it aint nothing It aint nothing It aint nothing compared to your joy A cherry when its blooming is has no stone A chicken when its pippin it has no bone A baby when its sleeping know no crying The story that I love you knows no end Still, It aint nothing It aint nothing It aint nothing compared to your joy
5.
Maxine 03:19
Maxine didn’t have a garden she lived in a condo Came over to my house after school and we’d go Walking for cans, looking for cans So punk-rock wasn’t new to me my grandma dived in dumpsters Brought home treasures for the family-My father shook his head As she offered him a beer-found in her favorite place Drink up she said-there’s nothing wrong with it I learned class from my grandma, what you offer me I’ll take it I learned it from my Grandma When Maxine grew up her parents weren’t around She rooted for the underdog-whenever there was a game on She gave me a drink at 13-said if its all-right with you father She drank Manhattans,-it’s all-right with me I learned it from my Grandma, It’s never really too early Maxine taught me god is love it lead to confusion later on-When I met Christians she helped me light a candle on the alter the church was dark and cool there were mostly old people there and after church we’d go walking for cans, looking for cans learned stewardship of the land collecting cans At her funeral the priest he had written a poem Entitled Tin Can Lady, she was somewhat well known I think of her often and every now and then I get the urge to get pick up a ________ In school they teach you if we all act in our own self interest It will be best for everyone involved I learned resistence from my grandma Tell my teachers I don’t believe you I leaned it from my Grandma
6.
New Life 04:46
In your new life I hope that you will be Free from the demons that ravaged you When you were loving me In my new life I hope that I will do The things I thought I couldn’t Because I was loving you Because I was loving you In your new life don’t forget your old stories Don’t let them get you heavy Just let them be I my new life I won’t walk with regret Wondering what we’d be If I had never left If I had never left In your new life I hope you will be kind To those who are kind to you Don’t act as though is was all meant for you In your new life I hope you will be gentle With your body and your mind Take it easy in time Just like it was when you were mine Harshness all the time Harshness all the time In my new life I hope I am more patient Than I was when I was with you Open the window Let the trouble blow through Let the trouble blow through
7.
Sister 02:54
When my sister joined the army there was little I could say I ‘d made my point clear many times along the way I let her have on Christmas And once on her birthday When my sister joined the army there was little I could say When my sister joined the army my mothers heart it fell Down to the bottom of a dark ancient well Hard to watch your first born Go sign up for hell When my sister joined the army my mother heart it fell My sisters father was an airforce man he flew in Vietnam Aircraft carrier napalm bomb My sister never knew her father He died when she was young Before she joined the army When my sister joined the army it was 2005 The mission had not been accomplished the president had lied Somebody had millions Somebody sister died When my sister joined the army in 2005 To help your neighbor is a beautiful thing To serve your country let the choir ring But its best to know who your serving Before you take the gun When my sister joined the army there was little I could say I’d made my point clear many times along the way When my sister joined the army My mothers heart it fell Down to the bottom of a dark ancient well
8.
The Words 03:33
The mystery of love and the roads we all have known Ivey on the douglas, spruce and the madrone You get to feeling comfort And you hate to be alone The words: that you said to me Inside meaning Little turn of phrase Designed to combine Elude the strangers gaze San Juan City, The Straights The Everglades The morning paper The shakes and promenades The words: that you said to me Every couple has their cuddle Language that they use Spoken unspoken unknown to me and you The tone the pace the sentiment the hue All but forgotten when the coupling is through the words: that you said to me
9.
Butte, MT 06:12
The sun was just breakig over the Montana rockies As I passed anaconda and headed back east Coming into butte my backside was aching Though I’d been welded right there to the seat Finding a place in Butte MT At 5am isn’t easy to do But I saw the neon and with some trepidation I figured that it just would have to do I was thinking Isn’t it amazing what they’re doing with plastics If I hadn’t of known better I’d of thought is was wood The whole world is changing and I know it scares you I know you’d stop it if only you could She was sitting at the edge of a formica counter Gazing at the blender with a souful blank stare Per pantsuit was made of checked polyester It clung to her bulges and set off her white hair She ordered coffee and when no one was looking Took out a pint from her oversized purse Poured out a strong on replaced the bottle Took a long pull and let out a low curse I was thinking Isn’t it amazing what they’re doing with plastics If I hadn’t of known better I’d of thought is was wood The whole world is changing and I know it scares you I know you’d stop it if only you could My omelet came it was made with velvetta I wondered if the eggs had ever been laid She got up from the counter Walked over to my table Carrying a photo of one of her better days There were to people in that black and white photo Two in the uniform of the army aircorp And two young women I guess she was one That was the night before they all went to war She talked of that night and the years that came after And the young man who never came home How all her good times were now mostly bad times How she can’t get over feeling alone I was thinking Isn’t it amazing what they’re doing with plastics If I hadn’t of known better I’d of thought is was wood The whole world is changing and I know it scares you I know you’d stop it if only you could I watched her eyes and they moved slowly From the counter to the floor and then over to me I tried to listen but she wasn’t quite talking She wandered back over to her counter seat Back at the counter she forgot about the coffee Poured out another one stronger than before Took a long pull then told the waitree Nothing is worth a damn anymore Waitress nodded and made some more coffee Wiped up a splill from off of the floor As I got up from my talbe She laid her head on the counter I waved she smiled and I walked out the door I was thinking Isn’t it amazing what they’re doing with plastics If I hadn’t of known better I’d of thought is was wood The whole world is changing and I know it scares you I know you’d stop it if only you could
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Im Jahr 1997 verließ Robert Sarazin Blake das College.
Unter den Einflüssen der Folk Musik seines Elternhauses entwickelte er seine ersten Songs.
Auf den Spuren von Richard Manning, Billy Bragg und Ani Difranco, stellte seine erste Veröffentlichung, des damals erst 18 jährigen Blake, ein Zeugnis der Folk-Punk Bewegung dar.
Die Texte von Robert Sarazin Blake sind beeinflusst durch Autoren wie John Steinbeck, Henry Miller, Philip Roth und deren Blick auf Amerika. Blake ist ein exzellenter Beobachter - seine Songtexte machen auf sehr direkte Art deutlich, dass Amerika nicht für alle „das Land der unbegrenzten Möglichkeiten“ ist.

In 1997 Robert Sarazin Blake left college and hit the road.
Under the influence of Folk Music he knew from his parents he developed his first Songs. Following the footsteps of Richard Manning, Billy Bragg and Ani Difranco the first publishment of the, at the time 18-year-old Blake, showed a testimony for the Folk-Punk movement. Robert Sarazin Blake's lyrics are influenced by John Steinbeck, Henry Miller, Philip Roth and their views of America. Blake is a excellent observer- His song lyrics, in a direct manner, make it clear that America isn't the land of boundless opportunities.

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released January 16, 2015

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