Old Angel
by The Lost Dogs
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Digital Album
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The Lost Dogs "Old Angel" CD
Old Angel, the latest project from the Lost Dogs (Terry Taylor, Mike Roe, Derri Daugherty and Steve Hindalong) is a 15-song audio travelogue of the group's pilgrimage down Route 66— and may very well be their crowning achievement. Every song on this new record is a snapshot out the RV window. Some are blurry, some are faded, but all bear the yellowed patina of something like grace.
A wide-ranging musical palette of muscular modern rock tinged with old-timey Americana flavors reflects the ever-changing landscape as we tour the broken heartland with four master musicians and storytellers. The superlative songwriting from all four members, at times bordering on literature, covers an expansive time frame of American history from the Old West through the Great Depression to the day before yesterday. We are introduced to a diverse congregation of characters along this 2500-mile road trip: wandering Okies, homeless hobos, hope-filled Navajo children, brokenhearted waitresses and the legendary heroes of our common history. It’s an album of Polaroids, full of friends, family and otherwise unfamiliar faces, but by the end of the book, we know every story by heart.
The trip down what’s left of America’s Main Street is equal parts wonder and squalor and the Santa Monica Pier is no New Jerusalem but these boys share the adventure like a family slideshow carousel. Through one of their finest musical efforts in a career full of high notes, they help us find the joy in our journeys. Sure, the dust storms and potholes leave us weathered and sore and the gaudy kitsch almost turns nostalgia into parody but those who have ears to hear and eyes to see glimpse the ghosts of former glories around every broken bend in the old highway.
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Israelites And Okies
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Turn It Around
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The Glory Road
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America's Main Street
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Traveling Mercies
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Dust In My Bowl
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The World Is Against Us
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Wicked Guns
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Goodbye Winslow
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Desert Flowers
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Dead End Diner
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Carry Me
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Old Angel
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about
O the Glory Road's an old angel
whose no doubt seen much better days
Still she's gifted with flight
so I joined her that night
On her gilded wings we flew away
At the end of the line
there ain't no pot of gold
just the Santa Monica pier
well, we loved our biscuits and gravy
and we learned to twirl a rope
and we enjoyed what we had
while we were here
whose no doubt seen much better days
Still she's gifted with flight
so I joined her that night
On her gilded wings we flew away
At the end of the line
there ain't no pot of gold
just the Santa Monica pier
well, we loved our biscuits and gravy
and we learned to twirl a rope
and we enjoyed what we had
while we were here
credits
released 13 March 2012
Terry Scott Taylor - Vocals/Guitars
Michael Roe - Vocals/Guitars/Mandolin/Bass (America's Main Street)
Derri Daugherty - Vocals/Guitars
Steve Hindalong - Drums/Harmonica/Glockenspiel/Saw/etc.
Additional Musicians:
Tim Chandler - Bass
Jimmy Abegg - Banjo/Mandolin
Shad Cobb - Fiddle
Greg Kellog - Pedal Steel
Ben Shive - Keys/Accordion
Liesl Dromi - Angelic Voice
Pastor Joe Daugherty - Radio Preacher
Terry Scott Taylor - Vocals/Guitars
Michael Roe - Vocals/Guitars/Mandolin/Bass (America's Main Street)
Derri Daugherty - Vocals/Guitars
Steve Hindalong - Drums/Harmonica/Glockenspiel/Saw/etc.
Additional Musicians:
Tim Chandler - Bass
Jimmy Abegg - Banjo/Mandolin
Shad Cobb - Fiddle
Greg Kellog - Pedal Steel
Ben Shive - Keys/Accordion
Liesl Dromi - Angelic Voice
Pastor Joe Daugherty - Radio Preacher
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- Track Name: Israelites And Okies
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(2010 Terry Scott Taylor)
I’m with Israelites and Okies
Escapin’ ‘cross the desert sand
Driven by the lash of providence
Towards the mine fields of the Promised Land
Glowin’ in the heart of darkness
Golden calves and neon signs
Bright enough to paint a halo
Above the sin on our minds
I wanna travel this broken road
Strapped to the mercy seat
Payin’ strict and holy attention
To the people I meet
If I’m gonna show you heaven
First I’ve gotta show you hell
In songs about exiles and a garden
Before and after we fell
O Israelites and Okies
May we all travel well
Heavy pieces of old stone tablets
In our back packs weigh us down
And though we’ve broken every God-carved word there
We still carry them around
Some cross through the blood-red canyon
Through the veil of desert heat
Crushing every serpent crawling
‘Neath their wounded feet
I wanna travel this broken road
Strapped to the mercy seat
Payin’ strict and holy attention
To the people I meet
If I’m gonna show you heaven
First I’ve gotta show you hell
In songs about exiles and a garden
Before and after we fell
O Israelites and Okies
May we all travel
Well through the Red Sea waters
Stake our claim and safely dwell
O Israelites and Okies
May we all travel well
If I’m gonna show you heaven
First I’ve gotta show you hell
In songs about exiles and a garden
Before and after we fell
O Israelites and Okies
Israelites and Okies
O Israelites and Okies
May we all travel well - Track Name: Dancin' On The Devil's Elbow
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(Terry Scott Taylor)
We went dancin’ on the Devil’s Elbow
Grabbed a spot on the rock where the river rolls
Every woman every man loves The Log Jam Band
And goes dancin’ on the Devil’s Elbow
When you’re down in the mouth and the times are grim
They will tickle your ribs at the Elbow Inn
‘Cause seein’ bras on the ceilin’ you can’t help but grin
And go dancin’ on the Devil’s Elbow
Dancin’ on the Devil’s Elbow
Grab a spot on the rock where the river rolls
Every woman every man loves The Log Jam Band
And goes dancin’ on the Devil’s Elbow
Old man Sheldon runs Sheldon’s store
Born he claims back in nineteen hundred and four
He’s just pullin’ our legs right across the floor
Got us dancin’ on the Devil’s Elbow
Of all the sights we’ve seen and the places we’ve been
You can have your giant peanut and your muffler men
‘Cause when the river gets to risin’ nothin’ saves your skin
Like dancin’ on the Devil’s Elbow
La la la la la la la la la la (2X)
You can tell all your friends that it ain’t no kinda sin
To go dancin’ on the devil’s elbow
La la la la la la la la la la (2X)
In a state called, “MO.” we’re all good to go
Dancin’ on the Devil’s Elbow
Still the good Lord knows
You best stay on your toes
When you’re dancin’ on the Devil’s Elbow
La la la la la la (4X) - Track Name: Turn It Around
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(Steve Hindalong / Michael Roe)
Jimmy’s eyes were round and bright
A sinister moon hangin’ low that night
Sneakin’ in and outa sight
Behind those maple trees
Mysterious jaunt off old 66
Headin’ straight into the heart of an orchard thick
I got to hopin’ that pretty quick
We would turn the RV around
The time has come, the time is now
To turn, turn, turn it around
The time has come, the time is now
To turn, turn, turn it around
Dark and eerie the night we drove
Down into the shadows of Isaac’s grove
Pondering the times when I knew I dove down
Deeper than I should have gone
A true voice whispers from somewhere inside
(You gotta do what’s right)
Pleadin’ with a man to do the thing that’s right
Run from darkness into the light
Find the Mother Road and just drive on
The time has come, the time is now
To turn, turn, turn it around
The time has come, the time is now
To turn, turn, turn it around… - Track Name: The Glory Road
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(Terry Scott Taylor / Greg Flesch / Tim Chandler)
Glad we’re together on the Glory Road
We’ve seen some sights and we’ve had some laughs
Seen the ghost of all of them Okies
Drinkin’ Grape Nehi and wine made from the Grapes of Wrath
The ice cream stands and salty truck stops
Hum-dingers and the auto graves
Coca-cola and the no-tell motels
Barber shops and Burma Shaves
We faced the dust storms comin’ over the farmlands
Got a grease monkey tunin’ up the Pontiac
We imagine pickin’ up soldiers
Comin’ home for Christmas
With Steinbeck and Guthrie and Kerouac
Explored the patchwork of Americana
The curios and the burger plates
We got a message from the Queen of the Highway
Paid attention to the sign that said, “Jesus Saves”
Sand traps, soft shoulders, wash outs, deep ruts
Hustlers, cops and wrecker drivers
Sometimes the world’s just got it out for us
Moonlight falls on the Painted Desert
Gershwin floats out of our radio
I swear there will be peace for us, baby
Someday peace for us
Peace in the valley for us, my darlin’
One day peace for us all
Glad we’re together on the Glory Road
Hey, let’s go crazy and thicken the plot
Can’t back out now that we’ve paid our admission
There’s just one exit from the Mystery Spot
We caught the Metro out in Tulsa
Bought a steer horn at Pecan Joe's
Saw the Blue Whale in Catoosa
The Reptile Farm in Cuba, MO.
If at the end of the line there ain’t no pot of gold
Just the Santa Monica Pier
Well, we loved our biscuits and gravy
And we learned to twirl a rope
And we enjoyed what we had
While we were here - Track Name: Traveling Mercies
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(Terry Scott Taylor / Derri Daugherty)
Lord grant us traveling mercies
Traveling mercies wherever we roam
We’ll trust that guardian angels
Guardian angels to our side have flown
Blessing our journey with traveling mercies
And leading us gently through dangers unknown
Traveling mercies, traveling mercies
Then Lord, lead us safely home
Lord grant us traveling mercies
Traveling mercies, north, south, west and east
Down each highway and by-way
In kindness to strangers may we ever increase
Find wonder and laughter
Traveling mercies
Find Christ in the faces of the greatest and least
Traveling mercies, traveling mercies
In troubled times Lord, be our peace
Grant us safe passage
Traveling mercies
Lord, lead us safely home…
Amen - Track Name: Dust In My Bowl
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(Terry Scott Taylor)
Dust in my bowl for breakfast
The end of my dreams for lunch
Despair on my plate
And for dinner I ate
Grapes of wrath
Downed them all bunch by bunch
We picked peaches for a nickel a bucket
Not enough to keep us alive
And in that Hooverville camp
By the river she sat
There my mama she laid down and died
O I’m leaving down Route 66
I’m leaving down Route 66
Down Route 66
I’m prayin’ she’ll be
A glory road to me
The babies they’s cold and they’s hungry
The wife cries she wants to go back
But there ain’t no back to go back to
The banks and the dozers made damn sure of that
O I’m leaving down Route 66
I’m leaving down Route 66
Down Route 66
I’m prayin’ she’ll be
A glory road for me
A man he can think about heaven
Imagine a life there so sweet
But for now he must pray
“Lord provide me a way
So my children have something to eat”
And it’s onward to rich California
With a prayer and our heads still held high
And the hope in that land
I’ll be a prosperous man
Build my family a home ‘fore I die
O I’m leaving down Route 66
I’m leaving down Route 66
With my bowl full of dust
It’s California or bust
Guessin’ down the road I’ll see
If she’s a glory road to me
Oooh… - Track Name: Pearl Moon (Hooverville Camp, 1932)
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(Terry Scott Taylor)
I said, “Have we sinned for something we don’t know about?
Does hunger have a lesson to teach?”
As the silver moon shined like a pearl of great price
Driftin’ over our heads out of reach
Someone said,” In California every which way you turn
You can pluck a fat orange from a tree
And there’s plenty of work
And good wages to earn
And an end to our misery”
Then the coyotes cried
“Hooverville!”
And the lonesome wind sighed
“Hooverville”
And the pearl moon tried
To turn the tide
But those voices still cried
“Hooverville! Hooverville!”
I said, “It’s wisest to cross the desert by night
So’s we best be leavin’ soon”
Ma said, “But our jalopy won’t start and I’m losin’ heart
This place could become our tomb”
And the great pearl drifted in the western sky
Then weakened in the first light of dawn
We worked under the hood
But it did us no good
And the moon she kept rolling along
Then the coyotes cried
“Hooverville!”
And the lonesome wind sighed
“Hooverville”
And the pearl moon tried
To turn the tide
But those voices still cried
“Hooverville! Hooverville!”
We vowed to stay strong when she took ghostly form
And the phantom moon faded away
Vanished in the fire of the harshest of suns
And the heat of those ruinous days
Then we prayed she’d come back and believed in the chances
That old engine would crank back into life
And we’d catch that moon tangled in those orange tree branches
And lay hold of the pearl of great price
Then the night came again
“Hooverville!”
Sighed the lonesome wind
“Hooverville”
Again the moon tried
To turn the tide
But our babies died
And all of us cried
“Hooverville! Hooverville!”
And our babies died
And our babies died
And our babies died - Track Name: The World Is Against Us
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(Terry Scott Taylor)
The world is against us
The world is against us
The world is against us and if God is too
Let us lay down in the dust bowl
And join the dust the wind blows
Cross the ruins of a sweet lie
We once thought true
The narrow road’s the high road
The narrow road’s the high road
The gate to it is pressing
Only few pass through
Lord, are we travelin’ down it?
Perhaps we never found it
For the broad road of destruction beckons
Every fool
Who is man that thou art mindful?
Who is man that thou art mindful?
Who is man that thou art mindful?
Lord, what shall we do?
If your will is not to save us
But to banish and forsake us
Then our prayer for mercy’s wasted
In resisting You
The world is against us
The world is against us
The world is against us
The world is against us
And if God is too
Let us lay down in the dust bowl
And join the dust the wind blows
‘Cross the ruins of a sweet lie
We once thought true - Track Name: Wicked Guns
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(Steve Hindalong)
Dave Tutt fought for Dixie pride
Wild Bill was Union loyal
They fancied one same woman
Bad blood began to boil
Tutt stole Hickock’s pocket watch
Fool hardy, whiskey bold
Tempers flared, pistols fired
Dave Tutt laid still and cold
Them were wicked guns
Bill Hickock drew
Not just one six shooter
But two
His hands were quick, son
His aim was true
Yeah, them were wicked guns
Bill Hickock drew
Bill Mulvey was a reckless lout
A killer from Missouri
Aimed his rifle at Wild Bill
Then spun ‘round in a hurry
When Wild Bill yelled, “Don’t shoot, he’s drunk!”
To no one anywhere
Mulvey caught Bill Hickock’s bullet in his temple
And died there
Them were wicked guns
Bill Hickock drew
Not just one six shooter
But two
His hands were quick, son
His aim was true
Yeah, them were wicked guns
Bill Hickock drew… - Track Name: Goodbye Winslow
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(Derri Daugherty / Terry Scott Taylor / Steve Hindalong)
Wherever I go I’m always stuck with me
Still every loser hopes to make a little history
But I can’t seem to locate my famous monument With my name above my bronze plaque carved accomplishments
She was a ‘Harvey Girl’ ghost
So we danced at the La Posada Hotel
But we couldn’t afford their Huevos Rancheros
So we settled for Taco Bell
Goodbye Winslow
I won’t be standin’ on your corner
Waitin’ for my bad luck to end
Feelin’ unwanted like someone from south of the border
“Illegal” clearly tattooed on his skin
Goodbye Winslow
I’m feelin’ low and I can’t win
She climbed up on that giant Jack rabbit
That photo still makes me laugh
She road that thing all the way to Texas
Writin’ my epitaph
Never should have fallen so hard for a damsel in distress
You can’t exercise another soul’s dark demons
When your own soul is possessed
Goodbye Winslow
I won’t be standin’ on your corner
Waitin’ for my bad luck to end
Feelin’ unwanted like someone from south of the border
“Illegal” clearly tattooed on his skin
Goodbye Winslow
I’m feelin’ low and I can’t win
Good bye Winslow…
And I can’t seem to locate my famous monument
With my name above my bronze plaque carved accomplishments - Track Name: Desert Flowers
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(Steve Hindalong / Terry Scott Taylor / Derri Daugherty)
Dine Bikeya
North of Winslow
Grandsons, granddaughters
Of the Navajo
They’ve known such heartache
More than they can tell
They’ve got whiskey and uranium
Poisoning old wells
And blood still oozes
From wounds of war
Here their roots run deep
In this red dirt oar
This red dirt oar
Desert flowers
In the red sands bloom
Desert flowers
In the red sands bloom
In defiance of scorching suns
And prophets of doom
Desert flowers
Still bloom
Charlotte’s Facilia
Death Valley sage
They will survive the frigid nights
The wicked heat of day
With Golden Eagles
And White-winged Doves
They rise towards heaven
Forever loved
Forever loved
Desert flowers
In the red sands bloom
Desert flowers
In the red sands bloom
In defiance of scorching suns
And prophets of doom
Desert flowers
Still bloom
We came to pour cool water
Over their garden bed
We came to save them
They saved us instead
Ayoo Ada Ahoni
(They are loved)
Ayoo Ada Ahoni
(They are loved)
Beautiful faces
Innocent yet wise
We saw hope and God’s glory
In the children’s eyes
In those children’s eyes
Desert flowers
In the red sands bloom
Desert flowers
In the red sands bloom
In defiance of scorching suns
And prophets of doom
Desert flowers
Still bloom… - Track Name: Dead End Diner
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(Terry Scott Taylor)
Down at the Dead End Diner
Obama’s on the radio
Dinah’s workin’ at the Diner
And trouble’s in the kitchen with her
Life’s grease and grills and unpaid bills
And favors from the babysitter
Ain’t no break time for her regrets
Just more coffee and cigarettes
Dinah, workin’ at the Diner
Daydreams of leavin’ Tucumcari
And a California rich man
She’ll meet and one day marry
For now its cut-backs and part time workin’
And an ex who’s just a deadbeat jerk, yeah
It’s fee fie fiddly-i-o
Fee fie fiddly-i-ay
At the Dead End Diner
Dinah plans her get away
Dinah’s workin’ at the Diner
And for 33 she ain’t bad lookin’
Flirts with a good ol’ boy who might enjoy
More than what she’s got cookin’
He’s sorta handsome in an ugly way
And she’s almost sure that he ain’t gay
Hey, it’s fee fie fiddly-i-ay
Fee fie fiddly-i-o
Down at the Dead End Diner
The heart calls in an order to
Go out to the interstate by way of old 66
Far away from the blues plate specials
And the loose change tips
Dinah’s workin’ at the Diner
And California ain’t much better
Same old deal in Bakersfield
They got the same hot damn weather
She’s been thinkin’ ‘bout her Mama and friends
And maybe goin’ home again
Fee fie fiddly-i-o
Fee fie fiddly-i-ay
Another Dead End Diner
Where no one ever gets away
Fee fie fiddly-i-ay
Fee fie fiddly-i-o
Down at the Dead End Diner
Obama’s on the radio…
Here’s my money…
Keep the change honey…
Obama’s on the radio - Track Name: Carry Me
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(Steve Hindalong / Derri Daugherty)
I offered a prayer to
The queen of the highway
Asked her to set my soul free
And you are no angel
But right now your sweet kiss
Feels like redemption to me
And it don’t matter much where we are
‘Cause I’m right where I wanna be
Safe in your arms
Carry me
I’m too proud to crawl
Carry me
I’m too tired to run
Carry me
Over Mojave
Under the Navajo sun
Carry me
Remember Raquel Welch
In that fur bikini
The dinosaur bird swooping down
Loana the fair one
Flailing and screaming
Soon as her feet left the ground
Sometimes there’s nowhere to hide
Just as well to surrender
And go for the ride
Carry me
I’m too proud to crawl
Carry me
I’m too tired to run
Carry me
Over Mojave
Under the Navajo sun
Carry me
Leave me to float on a cloud
If you must set me down
Drop me in the Pacific
I’ll swim to the shore or I’ll drown
Never mind that now
Carry me
I’m too proud to crawl
Carry me
I’m too tired to run
Carry me
Over Mojave
Under the Navajo sun
Carry me… - Track Name: Old Angel
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(Terry Scott Taylor)
I found her deep in the shadows of Chi Town
She asked, “What can I do for you, dear?”
I said, “Will you take me out straight to the golden state
Drop me off somewhere down by the pier?”
She sighed, “It’s easy, just get on the freeway
It’s much faster, less trouble than I
I’m old and I’m broken, I’ll just slow you down
You know most folks have left me to die”
Well, I wouldn’t take no for an answer
Said, “I’m looking for more than a drive
And that cold interstate for some folks is great
I prefer the more beautiful and wise”
O the Glory Road’s an old angel
Who’s no doubt seen much better days
Still she’s gifted with flight
So I joined her that night
On her gilded wings we flew away
Some nights we’d land down by the river
Where I slept ‘neath a quilt of vast stars
In my dreams she sang me her stories
As she gently strummed Guthrie’s guitar
She sang about trains and truck stops
Nat Cole, Wild Bill, Elvis and Ford
Old diners, motels and drive-ins
Okies and soldiers and war
Will Rogers, the Mick and Abe Lincoln
Cowboys and Indians she knew
Runner Andy Payne, outlaw Jesse James
Neon signs and a whale blushing blue
O the Glory Road’s an old angel
Often grounded and tied to earth’s fate
It’s from us she receives
The strength that she needs
To soar against gravity’s weight
In one dream she sang by the campfire
Her face changed as the years fell away
Her robe became new as her sweet voice rang true
What a sight she had been in her day!
Then the interstate hissed like a serpent
Struck her hard and she weakened with time
An old wounded angel ever gracious
To those who still find her divine
And the poisonous serpent who’d stung her
Thought we’d bury her deep in some tomb
But our love bore the strength to revive her
It’s the healing balm for her wound
O how will I speak of the wonders
The people, the places I saw
The surprises around every corner
Well, I’ve hardly got words for it all
When we parted down by the ocean
I cried, “I’ll deeply miss you, my friend!”
She said, “Don’t worry dear
I’ll be waiting right here
Should you ever come this way again”
Now I’m old, travelin’ days are behind me
So friend if you meet her some day
Tell her I truly did intend
To come back again
But the years somehow all slipped away
O the Glory Road’s an old angel
That heaven’s still smiling upon
Though battered and bruised
Broken and used
She’ll be happy to take you along
And share with you all of her blessings
And offer her story and song
For the Glory Road’s an old angel
Whose wings are gilded yet strong
