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The Lost Cabin And The Mystery Trees (Deluxe)

by The Lost Dogs

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released March 13, 2012

Terry Scott Taylor
Michael Roe
Derri Daugherty
Steve Hindalong

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Track Name: Broken Like Brooklyn
(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)
Track Name: Devil's Elbow
(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
Track Name: The Lost Cabin And The Mystery Trees
(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
Track Name: Whispering Memories
(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...
Track Name: One More Day
(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
Track Name: This Business Is Goin' Down
(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
Track Name: Hardening My Heart
(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
Track Name: Only One Bum In Corona Del Mar
(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....
Track Name: Get Me Ready
(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
Track Name: Burn It Up
(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...
Track Name: That's Where Jesus Is
(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