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The Lost Cabin And The Mystery Trees (Deluxe)

by The Lost Dogs

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1.
(Terry Taylor) Once I dreamed I was Ponce de Leon and I'd grown so bitter and old You whispered "Baby, I am Eureka without any redwoods or gold" So together we packed up the Airstream with Pepsis, Pall Malls and Moon Pies and we lassoed the San Joaquin River, kicked back, went along for the ride I dreamed faith was our precious cargo, determination our boat We sailed straight on through troubled waters and around the Cape of Good Hope Then we dressed ourselves in fringed buckskins, having leveled that brownstone of ours Amid the Palos Colorados, we slept 'neath a blanket of stars Wake up broken like Brooklyn, the year The Bums left in The Bronx on a cold day while our Boys tan out West Now we fly over junkyards and factories, Denny's and transient hotels above the churches and bars and video stores the black smoke and slaughterhouse smells Touching down in the golden Sierras, we ate spinach quiches grown there I wove a crown of boysenberries through your lemon-scented hair Blonde girls in bikinis and snow skis, in the desert, cashed in their chips then filled the Rose Bowl with guacamole -- we took our clothes off and went for a dip Bobbed and weaved like old Trolley-Dodgers after reading a policeman his rights Then we followed the Duke of Flatbush and scaled the Boyle Heights Woke up broken like Brooklyn the year The Bums left in The Bronx on a cold day while our boys tan out west Always broken like Brooklyn after losing the best Old sun-bleached bleachers at Ebbets tore the hearts from our chests (Woke up broken like Brooklyn) tore the hearts from our chests (Woke up broken like Brooklyn)
2.
(Terry Taylor) There by the sumac and the thicket of the evergreen, carved our names next to the others in Pacific CIty Beams We passed the faded billboards and all the tumbleweed dreams It's on to Devil's Elbow Had a sizzlin' t-bone, a vegetable and fries and a Roquefort side-salad for a buck twenty five We can fill our bellies, watch the river rise down at Devil's Elbow And Dotty the waitress says "When we quit, we'll put a lock on the door and that'll be it No more chicken-in-a-basket or Chili-Supper benefits Getting' out of Devil's Elbow" The lumberjacks gave it its infamous name The Big Piney River has the bend to blame (log jams bein' it's claim to fame) Trapped in Devil's Elbow And it's a threat to the old folks and it's death to youth Jammed up so badly you can't get loose and the only escape is in known' this truth: You're lost in Devil's Elbow God knows I love you baby and I loved you well but the water kept risin' and the timber fell You left to find heaven, I got squeezed in hell All alone in Devil's Elbow There by the sumac and the thicket of the evergreen Carved our names next to the others in Pacific City beams Passed the faded billboards and all the tumbleweed dreams It's on to Devil's Elbow
3.
(Terry Taylor) Heard you're living in The Lost Cabin far behind The Mystery Trees.... The day you left me in San Bernardino I was scopin' out some five and dime While I was liftin' a couple of kick-knacks you split in that 'ol Plymouth of mine You always claimed there's still gold 'round Yreka and 49er blood in your veins Today I'm gonna breathe in the hickory wind and catch me a couple of trains Swear I'll find you somehow my darlin' I don't expect it will be a breeze Heard you're livin' in The Lost Cabin far behind The Mystery Trees It's said "our treasure's where our heart is" It took your leavin' to straighten me out and to see without love I am nothing but a desert in an endless drought I'm finally headin' up there to the North Coast and givin' the cops the slip Swearin' off cheap wine and petty crime and following a pretty good tip Swear I'll find you somehow my darlin' I'll even crawl on my hands and knees Heard you're livin' in The Lost Cabin far behind The Mystery Trees If I don't make it then I'll die tryin' Without faith you can't please the good Lord and the cost of sins unforgiven is just something I can't afford Did you find your little bit of Heaven? Well, I'm hopin' it's missing one thing; an old sinner man with his heart in his hand, your sweet face his only good dream Just called your brother whose in Oklahoma He told me flat out he'd heard you were dead Yeah, thats the rumor goin' 'round but I slammed the phone down on the harsh things that S.O.B. said Now I'm climbin' up the hills 'neath Mount Shasta and hopin' that the fates will play fair Got me an old winter coat, a flash-light and a rope and I'm prayin' you're not dead up there Swear I'll find you somehow my darlin' Don't expect it will be a breeze Heard you're living in The Lost Cabin far behind the Mystery Trees Swear I'll find you somehow my darlin' and forever I do believe We'll be together in The Lost Cabin far behind the Mystery Trees
4.
(Derri Daugherty/Steve Hindalong) No, I don't wish that I never met you Thought the thought of you tears me apart Now and then I may try to forget you But your memory burns in my heart The Angels were reluctantly against you So they didn't do enough to interfere Ah, but true love was never meant for us No surprise it all ended in tears Time waits for no one And our day is done The sun gave her light to the moon So tonight I'll listen To the voice in the wind Whispering memories of you We might have rode out to the desert Or to some big city to hide But it's obvious now we were dreaming Just a fantasy destined to die Time waits for no one...
5.
One More Day 03:38
(Michael Roe) One more sad and silly love affair gone bad One more best friend that I thought I had But didn't have One more dream long gone forgotten And yet still I carry on It's a wonder I can sing you One more song One more song for you To live your life beside me as I cry me One more tear I shed aloud For crying out loud One more sacred song to bless you While I curse the life I lead Plodding down the path of sorrow Bringing you the joy you need One more sun to wake my weary Eyes wide open One more day That surely will give way To one more night I'm gonna Find a way to get all the way through To one more day I made it, yay, horray To climb instead of walk around But even so I know that I Should be so grateful for yet one more Life that I could touch in some small simple way Or one more light that I could shine To show someone the way Or one more sure word of encouragement To say to one more soul Oh Lord please won't you save me one One more day Lord won't you save me one One more day
6.
(Terry Taylor) You've been screamin' again that I don't do enough for success to be assured Hey, I could hire a midget with a sandwich board to pass out my brochure or a has-been actor with a bullhorn and cape to help get out the word I could save my nickels in a mason jar or polish me up a turd Chorus: This business is goin' down Your love depends on the money Now that business is in the ground guess so are we, honey Well you nagged me into getting that loan from your daddy who calls me "that damn ne'er-do-well" Bet he'd love to see his little angel come home while getting off watching me in hell I've tried free balloons, a mechanical ape and markin' everything half off While you're home at your job of watchin' T.V. shows it's quite a thrill here bein' my own boss Chorus: Rich or poor, 'till death comes callin' before God and man a vow but since you see me as a dead man walkin' guess that don't hold any water now that business is goin' down Well, I sure do wish we had a couple of kids Now wouldn't that be cool? You'd show Suzy how to run her future old man down, I'd teach Bobby how to drop out of school You'd instruct her in the art of gourmet cookin' -- fine meals from the microwave Like me, my son will be an entrepreneur and retire to an early grave Chorus: This business is goin' down What a couple of dummies! A cold fish and a circus clown Oh Lord, aren't we funny? This business is goin' down Your love depends on the money Now that business is in the ground guess so are we, honey Now that business is in the ground guess so are we, honey
7.
(Terry Taylor) I was a jack of all trades and a master of none All those lucky breaks and I never caught one No, loves not my forte - wasn't wired for the game But I'm changing direction On the path to perfection there's only one thing I'm getting good at that's hardening my heart drinking alone, and crying in the dark Solitaire cards dealt So heartfelt when I'm practicing my art Sheer force of will Perfecting the skill of hardening my heart No, I never had money, 'least I keep myself clean Not much of a dancer but ain't bad when I sing Oh yes I had me a gal once ah, but that didn't pan out Got laid off, so I lay low and as far as a trade goes there's one I don't doubt I'm getting good at... I used to be friendly to the people in town now, if I gotta go in, I keep my head down They call me "The Joker," always good for a laugh but I've since left the party to work on the craft I'm getting good at No, I've never been much if a church goin' man but I read the Good Book, convinced there's a plan where I'm a piece of the puzzle and I fit in just right Yeah, Fate chose the right guy as part of the night sky -- A frame 'round the light And God's very good at hardening my heart While I drink alone, He shuffles in the dark Dealin' the cards now, He knows how to help me do my part Sheer force of will both goin' in for the kill and hardening my heart Sheer force of will goin' in for the kill and hardening my heart
8.
(Terry Taylor) Narrator: Once upon a time in a little Kingdom by the Pacific Ocean, the villagers could always be heard singing merrily as they slathered on suntan lotion: Villagers: Corona Del Mar, Crown of the Sea We nobles agree just how lucky we are Plenty of plenty for you and for me and there's only one bum in Corona del Mar Nary a sin on our lily white skin just a tan and this one tiny scar Prince, Princess, and Queens, Kings gods and Czars and only one bum in Corona del Mar Narrator: The deli gives him free sandwiches (he stops there 'bout three times a week) then he'll shimmy behind dolphin-shaped hedges where he likes to take a leak Sometimes we'll hand him coffee, money or religious tracts or at a distance speak a kind word and he'll grin, then behind our backs he'll discreetly flip us the bird Villagers Chorus: Nary a stain on our regal robe's train 'cept him and that thing in his jar Down at the park, our land-loving shark There's only one bum in Corona del Mar Narrator: Down at one local park bench under a blanket called "Home" the rain falling hard now but I assure you he's never alone He's always got an invisible buddy there They speak to each other in tongues Once I think I heard them muttering calling all of us "stinking C.D.M. bums!" Villagers Chorus: Nary a flaw in our high castle wall just one crack that's lowered the bar (one fly in our caviar) Is that Stacy Keech passed out on the beach? No, it's only our bum from Corona del Mar Narrator: The cops don't like to arrest him When they have, he would purposely mess his drawers And as the winds of change carry the scent of tolerance That's an odor we just can't ignore Now our kids give him little gifts at Christmas Like wrapped lottery tickets in hopes That eventually he'll hit the jackpot and buy... Kids: "Houses, and Escalades, and boats!" Villagers: Carona Del Mar, Crown of the Sea We nobles agree just how lucky we are Plenty of plenty for you and for me and there's only one bum in Corona del Mar We're using Ben Franklins to light our cigars 'cos we might not like it but at least he's ours Only one bum... Narrator: Now all this happened years ago Sadly today our hero's not around Some say he's been seen in Fresno others say they heard he drowned Still others swear he got baptized, spreading the Word both near and far and some of us think he may be the richest man who ever lived in Corona Del Mar Villagers: Carona Del Mar, Crown of the Sea we nobles agree just how lucky we are Plenty o'plenty for you and for me and we sure miss that bum in Carona del Mar Sure miss that bum in Corona del Mar Sure miss that bum in Corona.... Narrator: And we all lived happily ever after! ...del Mar La la la la, la la la la....
9.
Get Me Ready 03:20
(Terry Taylor) Get me ready for the empty pocket Get me ready for the money The dirty bomb and the nuclear rocket Get me ready for milk and honey Get me ready for the Tribulation Get me ready for the Rapture For whatever evil situation and whatever good comes after Get me ready for it Get me ready for it Get me ready for it Get me ready for hate and love For a devil or an angel For the vulture or the holy dove For the banquet or the empty table For long life or early grave For the cross or for the bliss To be a free man or a shackled slave For helping hands or the Judas kiss Get me ready for it.... Get me ready for the signs and wonders For the absence and the silence For the sunshine or the rain and thunder The age of peace or the times of violence For doubt and faith, for fear and hope For the curses and the blessings Smooth sailing or the sinking boat For the trials and the testings Get me ready for the broken hearted the down trodden, deaf, blind, dumb and lame the growing numbers of friends departed for those who love you or those who curse your name Lord, get me ready to see your face or get me ready to face you For your justice, love and infinite grace Get me ready (for it) Get me ready (for it) Get me ready to embrace you
10.
Burn It Up 04:23
(Daugherty/Hindalong) Plug in, turn on, burn it up Plug in, turn on, burn it up Give the people what they're yearning for Doctor Love Plug in, turn on, burn it up Doctor Love just left Sac Town He rides a silver bird, soon to set down And Terry's comin' from L.A. To play with us in Music City USA Plug in, turn on, burn it up... Steady and true blue faithful Red Dog Howlin' at the moon Twistin' compressor knobs And Indie Hindie will shake along As we surrender to the wind Ten more songs Plug in, turn on, burn it up... It's good to be alive So grateful to survive To taste the falling rain another year Brave men and women go to war I question what they're dying for God grant us clarity And strength to persevere Plug in, turn on, burn it up...
11.
(Terry Taylor) He’s not sittin’ up in the White House Not subject to your big debate Keeps His hands completely off Wall Street Don’t own stocks, bonds or Real Estate He ain’t up droppin’ bombs on people Or workin’ on a college degree He tunes out all them radio blowhards Can’t stand the networks and religious TV Chorus: That’s Jesus in the homeless faces With the junkies in their livin’ hell That’s Jesus with the drunks and in The lonely places The rest homes and prison cells That’s where Jesus is That’s where Jesus is He don’t hug trees or kill ‘em Or drive a particular car Won’t help you write a big hit song Don’t care how good lookin’ you are And Jesus won’t be voting He’s not your party crashin’ dog in this fight Not a fan rootin’ for your home team Don’t insure that your future is bright Chorus: That’s Jesus in the homeless faces With the junkies in their livin’ hell That’s Jesus with the drunks and in The lonely places The rest homes and prison cells That’s where Jesus is Where we ought to be Here’s where Jesus works Inside you and me With the folks with AIDS And the suffering kids That’s where Jesus hangs That’s where Jesus is/lives On the corner ‘round the prostitutes Is where He’ll probably show He gets invited to church sometimes And sometimes He don’t go Don’t care nuthin’ about your status What you can or you can’t afford Don’t care if you’re voted best actor Not impressed with your big award He’s not in the five star restaurant Eating a six course meal He’s not over on some golf course Discussing the oil deal He wants our voice (That’s where Jesus is) That’s how He talks (That’s where Jesus is) He wants our feet (Thats where Jesus is) That’s how He walks (That’s where Jesus is) And He wants our faith (That’s where Jesus is) But there’s never enough He wants our hearts (That’s where Jesus is) That’s how He Loves Chorus: That’s Jesus in the homeless faces With the junkies in their livin’ hell It's Jesus in the tenement spaces The lonely places The rest homes and prison cells That’s where Jesus is That’s where Jesus is That’s where Jesus is
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credits

released March 13, 2012

Terry Scott Taylor
Michael Roe
Derri Daugherty
Steve Hindalong

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