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Old Angel

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    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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1.
(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
2.
(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)
3.
(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…
4.
(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
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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
7.
(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…
8.
(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
9.
(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
10.
Wicked Guns 03:12
(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…
11.
(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
12.
(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…
13.
(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
14.
Carry Me 04:02
(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…
15.
Old Angel 05:04
(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

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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

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released March 13, 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

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