WHITE LINE FEVER
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1. Kings 3.
Back Country Cottage No 2 6. Final Word 7. Let's Fly 8. La Villes De Mortes 9. It's Gonna Snow 10. Irish Drinking Song 11. Guarding The Czar 12. Knuckleduster 13. Legend Has It 14. Dragonhead 15.
Crystal Forest |
JBR Whit Line Fever – 2009
Total playtime: 69:32
1. Kings
(4:03)
2. Sweet Mary (2:16)
Oh my Sweet Mary where have you gone? Off to see the Devil and sleep in his arms. The days are getting longer the days are getting short won't you bring your ship in and dock it at the port. Captain of the Red Dawn fighting August seas, hoping for September somewhere in the keys. Cheers to Captain Morgan sailing through the night and if you see the wooden ship you know that everything's all right.
3. Back Country Cottage
(4:41)
toothpick, hat, beat up jeans. Get my feet back to running streams. Mississppi twisted like a snake. Rivers give but rivers also take. I know a place down down the Onion road. And I think it's time that this dirty old season closed. Drove from Safford up to Mount Graham. Lookin down on green farm lands. l saw the house that keeps them future plans. It's secret so it don't wind up in no wrong hands. Said I'm searching for a crow wing down down in a coal mine and I think t's time that this lonely girl give me a sign. Said I keep my 4-10 loaded up with lead. Eagle bones hanging from my head. Gris Gris bag is full of magic seed. The morning mist is creepin like a weed. Said I'm drivin back to Houston and I'm loaded up with contraband and the sheriff dont mind cuz you know he in on the plan.
4. Monterey Blues (5:33)
The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. My inquisition is face to face in sedate rhymes. You wished it wasn't so hard believe me I could read the signs. And we ate our words and we chased em with a glass of wine. Now if you see Miss Alice ask her why she changed her name. I cannot move my ankel's in a ball and chain and conversations repeat on a table turning in my brain. And my friends dont get it no matter how hard I explain. Now I was forced to fold and take home what little I had won. The information was logged and the balancing act had begun. But I tore the pages from the books on October 31. It's the kind of thing that you'd expect from the prodigal son. Up on luxury lane they think everythig is such a bore. And they empty their pockets each night just to show they have more. But midnight struck I poured a drink then I turned up the Doors. And I can't help by feeling my mind is entangled with yours. She's cursed like a diamond sweeter than the finest desert. And the she aint impresed puts you under psresure when she flirts. And it makes you tuff even thoght he bad news hurts but the ngood news is the whiskey and the music work. Now we can only oppen the door it's you that has to step though. and prepare your lines for the twists in the interview. Just remember who you are or you'll wind up feeling so abused. Like the boxer the cats and the folks with he Monterey Blues.
It's quite a spell they got you under. The shade somes down on you somehow. And I can count the miles between this place and distant thunder, but you've become a stranger to me now. Yeah you've become a stranger to me now. I walked up to the edge and looked down. When all the world's a stage I'll take a bow. And I can take the feather's end and meet you at the ground, but you've become a stranger to me now. At the surface now its alright. The shade is pulled aside somehow. And I can hear the vices singing somewhere in the night that you've become a stranger to me now. Yeah you've become a stranger to me now.
6. Final Word
(5:04)
The devil aint no myth he is a labyrinth you will be tampered with and tempted.
He knows what scares you most he deals a lethal dose the fingers of a ghost demeted. You have a pristine chord you aim into the horde the faith they once ignored cemeted. Riotous meticulous the succubus is whispering your name. Final Word ever yours to claim Make it heard Justify your name So absurd any foul campaign Final word, the final word is ever yours to claim. Your working day is done your money down to none your heart and soul are stunned expended. Your shoulder's to the wheel the bleeding won't congeal a nightmare feeling real poluted. A total meltdown now a swift approaching prow attempt to break your bow uprooted. They are the poltergeist their hands as cold as ice their liquor's overpriced deluted. Ravenous impetuous The Cerberus is lurking at your door. (Chorus) Final word ever yours to claim undeterred set the world aflame
7. Let's Fly
(6:14)
Let's fly. Let's fly.
8. La Villes De Mortes (6:55)
Like Gabriel's Horn on Judgement Day it comes as a surprise. A city made of marble never seen by morning eyes. Through Spanish moss on distant trees you see you're not alone something haunting phantom-like penetrates the stone. All the spirits from their graves and can see the Keeper run. The Keeper's staff has circling orbs that shine like midnight suns. It's handle has a nebula inside a stained glass crab floating on the edge of space and time for him to grab. La Villes De Mortes sits among the hills a fleur de lis upon the gate and angel at the sill. La Ville De Mortes on the river's crooked tail following a lonely way on the Keeper's trail. Is it real or fantasy the thing that haunts me here? Is it fear that quickens breating as he's draing near? Has some evil matered him from root up through the stem? Or is it like an Angel like some supernatural gem? Cypress grove is lost in shadow Venus blocks the sun. Zydeco it fills the air at Lafayette Number one. The Keeper meets you by the gate he greets you by your name and asks if you would like to ride on down to Rue Dumaine. La Ville De Mortes holds the heroes grave and all along the the gate you'll find the crests of kings and knaves. La Ville De Mortes halls of leaded glass do you hear the Union's drums can you hear the brass? Chooglin down the misty track the Keeper drives a train you think about the love you knew when love was free of pain. You race along the corn stalk fence the train is at the bend. The cradle is the place you start the tomb the place you end. He drives you through the city tells you all he's seen. He knocks three times upon the crypt of Orlean's Voodoo Queen. The wicked ones lie motionless bracing for the night. Statues keep their backs to the river so troops are in their site. (Chorus) Skeptics are believes now the Keeper turns to ask "How did you live your life on Earth? Did you wear a mask?" Strange that those we lean on most they are taken first. Things that you hold dear right now never reimbursed. "Fame is vapor, riches fly", the Keeper says to me I took the train and heard the warning and came out with the key. I turned to take a final look at the city among the hills walking through the gate I let me conscience overspill. (Chorus)
9. It's Gonna Snow (3:51)
Out in the fields of gold, when the world was new. The hawk and the dove they built their home where the angel's flew. One with a broken wing, fooled the world. You should know by now it's gonna snow. Are you a decent boy is your body numb when the day is done? And if it's a cloudy day do you wish to play? Do you still have fun? But one with a broken wing fooled the world. You should all know now it's gonna snow. Out in a dusty land this man has a plan for you. So follow the street lights home and you'll be alright you can pull on through. One with a broken wing fooled the world, we should all know now it's gonna snow.
10. Irish Drinking Song (4:20)
The refelction of an Irish ruin dancing on a pool and her late afternoon shadow is long. Who once was her keeper? Who looked from her tower? Who sang her oft requested evening song? We are staring into a window in time. We count blessings and drink wine. Throw your past in the dust. Roll the barrel down the hill. You don't take some action now somebody else definitely will. Rise today strength of Heaven radiant fire. It's raining but the sun is shining through. The river is swollen it turns on its way to the sea. It's like it says "I'll see you soon". (Chorus)
11. Guarding The Czar (4:40)
Oh, if I were guarding the Czar. Hammer and sickle and star. Ivan he trusted no one and Germans were hired guns. When will they all fall down? When will they all fall down to their knees St. Petersburg? Grieve St. Petersburg. In palaces covered in snow Oprichniki stand in a row. Coats reigns and harnesses black. Dogs heads and brooms on a plaque (Chorus) Oh the time of troubles has passed and they've reaped all the fields at last. Oh hammer an sickle and star. Oh if I were guarding the Czar. (Chorus)
12. Knuckleduster (3:30)
Instrumental
13. Legend Has It (4:51)
Don't listen to KISS, listen to this. They're Knights In Satan's Service. Or AC/DC they're Against Christ Devil's Childern. Don't listen to Queen records backwards, they'll tell you to smoke marajuana. Or Priest cassettes round and round and round they'll tell you to shoot yourself. Well it's tough to know which legend is real. And this stuff should be discussed at your family meal. Go out and mow your lawn and make sure your headphones are on. Jump on the wagon even though the legend is wrong. Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds is a song about LSD. And all the Spitting Image dudes are really just zombies. And Dio's logo upside down spells devil, Paul is Dead. And they say you should never keep them Sabbath record under your beds. (Chorus) Well you could make a deal down at the crossroads, and Elvis is alive and well. Was it a dove? Was it a bat? Ozzy couldn't even tell. (Chorus)
14. Dragonhead (5:49)
Yep! They burned down the castle that I used to call my home. Even the meat that was left had been picked to the bone. I went down to the village lookin for the place to stay. Maybe I'll grace the Dragonhead since I'm down this way. The frayed ends of yesterday tying up my mind, a letter comes from tomorrow delivered sealed and signed. (Chorus) They sing the battle hymns and hunt the Windigo. Their hooves a-hammering down in the valley below. They haunt the black pools, cross the great divide. They seek the brotherhood the Dragohead provides.
15. Crystal Forest (1:57)
Instrumental
16. Dopestar (2:29)
Dopestar of our affection. Shock rock and high tech chunk. What's up with your intellection? Oops or did I mean your introspection. Dopestar, Dopestar. Threw up downstairs totally tokin'. At least you think my girlfriend's smokin'. Check the vox on the election ballot. I think I meant a construction mallet? Dopestar - good at gettin dumber. Dopestar - end of the summer. Homeschool, drop out, go to juvie. Ecstasy, sock hop, horray for everybody. Blah blah blah blah blah. Your choice - chloroform or roofies?