At Miska's 3​.​26​.​11

by Erik Cameron

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04:19
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Recorded live at Miska's, 3/26/11, on a memorable night. We saw Steven Gilpin, then a pretty wild bar band, and finally the debut of the mighty Bomb Sawyers. (thebombsawyers.com) Molly and Stefan swept through town, causing instant partying wherever they happened to alight. Glasses were raised to Dan being a baby daddy, and Russ almost certainly said something completely inappropriate. Na zdrowie to everyone who came. If you were loud, chances are you're in there somewhere.

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released 26 January 2012
All songs by EC.
Erik - guitar/vox
Steven Gilpin - backing vox on 7

Photography by Gemma Petrie (www.gemmapetrie.com)

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tags: rock acoustic baritone blues drinking folk live solo songwriter troubadour Chicago

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Track Name: This Is Your Chance
This is your chance, 'cause baby I'm leaving for a long long time
You say it all while you can
Or don't say a word and just leave it all on your face
And pray that I understand
Well either way
You just make
Damn sure you don't regret this day

Monday will come just like it always did before
Just like it did last week
The bakery and butcher will all be there
And when your favorites speak
It'll feel so real
And seem the same
'Til one of them calls your name

This is a train bound for anywhere there is to go
Please have your tickets in hand
This is a change, and it's bigger than we've ever known
But home never was the land
Where the bricks were laid
They fell from the sky
Into shapes for us to find
Track Name: Hand On The Plow
've been called foolish
By everybody close enough to know
Mean as Judas
And hungry like a dog on a bone

I'll get my hand on the plow
There's still time
I hear those drums beating now
There's still time

Might have been mistreated
But I've done some mistreating too
Long as I'm breathing
There's got to be some good left to do

I'll get my hand on the plow
There's still time
I hear those drums beating now
There's still time
Track Name: The Good Fight
Well if he lost that good fight
If he lost that good fight
If he lost that good fight
Then who was I talking to last night

He had a hood on his head
He had a hood on his head
Holes in his hands, and he's breaking bread
Standing at the foot of my bed

I know I'll be justified
I know I'll be justified
Holes in his hands that he's spreading wide
Now I'm just waiting for his sign

'Cause he's gonna lead me somewhere fine
He's gonna lead me somewhere fine
With two white horses standing in a line
I'm just waiting for his sign

I'm just waiting for his sign.
Track Name: So Mean
[instrumental]
Track Name: Summer of Love
Back when we were cold
Chicago winters had stuck to our bones
Those were the days when nothing happened
And everything's gray
I'd ride the train
To look at buildings, to kill some time
Never complained
And never felt like anything was mine

We met downtown
A day of protest, of sight and sound
She's catching flakes
Of snow that's falling, her tongue to the sky
My stomach aches
And now I know that I'm in for a ride
That's all it takes
And I'd surrender my property and pride

You, with the clothes head to toe, every guard against the turn of the world, lose the shoes, it's the Summer of Love come again, we weren't born yet in '67, no memory of the feeling slipping sour, so...

Then summer came
The thunder rolls, the ozone cries
She'd say my name
Like she knew something, something I didn't
On my way home
The buildings posed in living stone
And she's just a shape
A warm body, and I'm in bed alone

You, with the clothes head to toe, every guard against the turn of the world, lose the shoes, it's the Summer of Love come again, we weren't born yet in '67, no memory of the feeling slipping sour, so.
Track Name: Killingsworth
I've spent my life half asleep among the pimps
And broken pigeon wings
Down on my street, if you can cover your own drinks
You count yourself a king

I loved one girl when we were just sixteen years old
But I missed all of the signs
Skin of porcelain, and a mouth of silver forks and tines
Fingertips of gold

Left me when she heard I was a fake
Our story went, an apple, a snake
And our fig leaves in the wrong place
I have to laugh to think of the faces we'd make

Last October, my friend he stole a million bucks
The teller fell to his gun
Up at Martha's, I heard him whispering that I
That I had been the one

When I saw that parked police car
I tried to run, but didn't get far
Here I thought I was the man to meet
Conquistador of Killingsworth Street
I protest that I am much abused
Through rye whiskey shots, but what else is new
They say this time I am sure to hang
Well, what the hell, I always sang blue
Track Name: Sailor Brown
Bad Sailor Brown, that's a burden that you tow around
They think you're strange, that you're a monster, that your ways must change
But they won't move an inch or lift a finger to help you make it last
So where was your voice, your evil choice, when your die was cast?

That's a long, lonely road that you got back home.

Sir, were you born to walk the fringes, the town crown of corn?
Or did you see the face of evil when you were sent to sea?
You will never know the heated halls where the good ones go
'Cause you will be outside looking in, for your eternal sin

That's a long, lonely road that you got back home.