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Start Backwards
02:44
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see reverse for lyrics
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2. |
CCB
05:59
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I got lost in your pumpernickel eyes again
I’m local 338 ‘til I die my friend
Black cherry soda, it runs in my veins
I’m always in style, I always wear my jeans just so…
CCB
I am so CCB
I feel like my mother, but not in a good way
I still worry about Jerry almost every day
I wonder what she was like before I knew her
Was she always this… has she always been…
CCB?
Was she always CCB?
I could take up a Baltimore accent
Or I could drive north on the winding Taconic
I could take all my money and run
Or burn down the club and say fuck it...
I only work CCB
I only work CCB
I can see the castle they’ve hidden in the clouds
And I can watch them as they touch the ground
I don’t look forward, I only look down
Cause if I looked up,
I’d see it / I’d feel it / I’d notice that I’m...
CCB
CCB
(said) I can see the castle they’ve hidden in the clouds
And I can watch them as they kiss the ground
I don’t look forward, I only look down
Cause if I looked up,
I’d see it / I’d feel it / I’d notice that I’m...
CCB
I am so CCB
I am so CCB
I am so CCB
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3. |
Martha White
02:53
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Martha White’s got Hot Rize (™) no baking soda please
Spent 20 dollars, on a bag of flour
Brought me to my knees
Knish in the briar patch
Ham on rye
So I hear you got Hot Rize (™) in the kugel mama, please…
Pea-picking good things
A little salt in the acid
Couldn’t be believed
Brisket in the briar patch
Ham on rye
Red hair in the morning, black curls at night x2
Little Esthers got Hot Rize (™) no baking soda needed
Spent 20 dollars, on a Halloween costume
Enemies defeated
Grits in the hamantaschen
Wine on ice
Knish in the briar patch
Ham on rye
Martha White’s got Hot Rize (™) no baking soda please
Spent 51 cents on a bag of flour in 1953
Knish in the briar patch
Ham on rye
Red hair in the morning, black curls at night
Grits in the hamantaschen
Wine on ice
Red hair in the morning, black curls at night
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4. |
Margot Frank
02:56
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German pastries on the bus to Amsterdam
And Dutch candy, on the bus back to Deutschland
Well bless Holland,
I feel nothing at all, for Alfred H. Barr
I go but for the grace of Margot Frank
Holland in its own time for the love of Margot Frank
Took 50 years for the trip back from Poland
50 more to come in from out the rain
Bless Montreal
The Canadian Jew wrote his loveliest song for the beautiful blonde antisemite
Holland in its own time for the love of Margot Frank
I go but for the love and grace of Margot Frank
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5. |
Margot Frank at the Deli
01:47
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various clinking
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6. |
Wit Oak Rag
02:34
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I saw your photo in Vogue again
and it made me do the Wit Oak Rag
No little black train, no 9 pound blues
I only did the Wit Oak Rag
I saw you light your joint with a 10 dollar bill
And it made me do the Wit Oak Rag
Zap pop kram along upright raised
It made me shout the Wit Oak Rag
I saw you mount a red door on your fronting frame
And it made me do the Wit Oak Rag
I sang an old ballad all the long running day
A tune we call the Wit Oak Rag
Brown salt dog on a fresh tweed case
It made me do the Wit Oak Rag
I opened up the magazine and saw your face
And it made me do the Wit Oak Rag
I saw your photo in Vogue again and it made me do the wit oak rag
No little black train, no 9 pound blues i only did the wit oak rag
No little black train, no 9 pound blues i only did the wit oak rag
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7. |
On Blocks
04:45
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Put me on blocks in the front yard
‘Cause you don’t need me today
But maybe someday you’ll get around to starting me again
It’s pushing 105 and I’m rusted
There’s a beautiful raking light on the parking lot
Just a spin around the block would do me wonders
For my stiff little frame
Now no one is to blame, so let’s get on
It’s not funny when you call me Edsel
Handle’s broke on the passenger
But you can use the other door
And climb across the console
Been on blocks for the better part of my life since manufacture
I can hear the neighbors ask when you’ll finally cut your loss
Just a spin around the block would do me wonders
For my stiff little frame
Now no one is to blame, so let’s get on
G-d damn raccoon’s been living in the wheel well
And winter’s coming fast
Too many years have passed
Just sitting here in the weeds
Til then im on blocks in the front yard
‘Cause you didn't need me today
Maybe someday you will remember that I’m there
Just a spin around the block would do me wonders
For my stiff little frame
Now no one is to blame, so let’s get on
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8. |
Comedian's Lament
04:30
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I’d pay off all this credit if you’d love me
I’d leave you if it’d make you any happier
I’ve been keeping my dirty hands clean
And i told you that i promised to be better
Cause kid you were making me happier
Til you let me down
Hell you were holding me up boy
Til you let me drown
I don’t kill you like i used to
You don’t find me funny like you did back then
I don’t kill you like i
Never really knew you at all
I dont crack you up just like i used to
Filing the bars all down to nothing
With every try to run away
Leaving me with broken idols
And thoughts of being shallow and tame
I’ve got thoughts of being shallow and tame
So many thoughts of being shallow and tame
I don’t kill you like i used to
You don’t find me funny like you did back then
I don’t kill you like i
Never really knew you at all
I dont crack you up just like i used to
Cause kid you were making me happier
Til you let me down
Hell you were holding me up boy
Til you let me drown
I don’t kill you like i used to
You don’t find me funny like you did back then
I don’t kill you like i
Never really knew you at all
I dont crack you up just like i used to
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9. |
I Don't Feel At My Best
03:20
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I don’t feel at my best
I don’t know what you meant by it’s all in your head
No this is not a test
This is just you and the things that you think you have left
Behind you
So where’d this leave us off
Is there a chance that you think we could ever get caught
Now that’s a novel thought
Let’s hope that nobody happens to ever get smart
To us and our part in this plan
I’m wasting borrowed time
I never met a Katherine that I didn’t like
I don’t have much to claim
I don’t own anything that I can’t just give away
So I might change my name
And go and keep to myself out at somewhere that’s safe
Without you
I’m wasting borrowed time
But I never met a Katherine that i didn’t like
I never met a Katherine that I didn’t like
I don’t feel at my best
I don’t know what you mean by it’s all in your head
no it’s not a test
It is just you and the things that you think you have left
Behind you
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10. |
Rat Dog
04:01
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I’m a rat dog just sniffing the seams
Searching for something that I’ve never seen
When I find it I’ll finally be
All that they promised me that I could be
They said “you could be anything”
So honey take me to your room
Come on let me try on your clothes
Summer camp where we filed our horns
Teacher filled all our heads with swords
They said hard work would keep us warm
I knew they were saying something more
I’m not paranoid
I’m not paranoid
I’m not paranoid
Honey take me to your room
Come on let me try on your clothes
I’m not being rude
I just know what i like
Nothing but gap-toothed lovers babe
For the natural rest of my unnatural life
Honey take me to your room
Please let me try on your clothes
Honey take me to your room
Please let me try on your clothes
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11. |
Fake Cowboy
03:44
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I’m a phony wrangler and a fake cowboy
I play Roy Rogers and i play Gene Autry
Never been one for ramblin’
But damn I look good
Could call me Billy Blazes and I won’t say a word
I’m not lying
I’m just acting
I’m just doing my job
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12. |
Queens
03:37
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Do I often cross your mind?
You’re on mine, from time to time
And the wondering is hard
Remembering is tough
When the time has wandered off
But the feeling never does
Once I been to Queens
But I can’t go back that way again
Ran into the police
Now I can’t go back that way again
That’s the way I remember you
Drinking on the train with me
As we often used to do
Thats the realest stitch
And the heartfelt type of always
That I’ve been hearing of
Once I been to Queens
But I can’t go back that way again
Ran into the police
Now I can’t go back that way again
If you don’t talk
Then it’s quiet
If you don’t talk
Then it’s silent
So sleep well
When you do sleep
And get well
Buy whatever you need
And come down
If you ever want to
i’ll be here waiting when you do
Once I been to Queens
But I can’t go back that way again
Ran into the police
Now I can’t go back that way again x2
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13. |
Taller Than Me
03:28
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I didn’t talk to you for years
And the first time that i did
We both lost our minds
I forgot your new address
And i couldn’t ask again
But i know that with time
I’ll forget more than i’ll ever know
I’ve forgotten more than i’ll ever know
Guess i forget that you’re so much taller than me
I turned 26 today
And by the next time that we talk
I'm sure that i'll be at least 34
I don't write often like i used to
And i can't remember how i ever did before
What was it that you said?
I had my back against the wall
In the kitchen where we met
I was so overwhelmed
You were so tall
I’ll forget more than i'll ever know
Yes I’ve forgotten more than i'll ever know
Guess i forgot that you’re so much taller
I forgot that you’re so much taller
I forgot that you’re so much taller than me
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14. |
Where You Been?
04:01
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Where you been? Where you been?
There was a rumor going around
Wish you would have told me where you were
Why couldn’t you have called me, when you got back in town?
Waited so long, waited so long, waited so long for your call
Missed you so much, you were so long gone
Watched you talking on an old film
Grew my hair long to hide my face
Thought i hurt bad, I was so wrong
You sang to me, I didn’t listen
Watched the corners of your mouth curl
When you went missing, I didn’t notice
You move so silent, I talk so loud
oh where you been, where you been?
There was a rumor going around
Wish you could have told me where you were
Why couldn’t you have called me when you got back in town?
Waited so long, waited so long, waited so long for your call
Sang your old songs, left you shoes out
I sat a long time on the front porch
Grew my hair long to hide my face
Thought I hurt bad, I was so wrong
Missed you so much, you were so long gone
Watched you talking on an old film
Sang to me, I didn’t listen
You move so silent, I talk so loud
Where you been? Where you been?
There was a rumor going around
Wish you would have told me where you were
Why couldn’t you have called me when you got back in town?
Waited so long, wanted so long, waisted so long for your call
Where you been?
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15. |
Landlord
03:31
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I’ll know that I’m not worried about dying when I
forget my last dream where I woke up in the house
of my grandmother singing, while the landlord’s knocking.
She pretends she doesn’t hear him, when the money’s running low.
Her mouth makes silver sounds when mine doesn’t
Now the only songs we’re singing are the only truths we know.
And I mean it, sure enough.
Sure as a deadbeat lies, sure as a dog dies.
Forgive me if I feel ashamed.
She’d tell me to listen to my father’s humming.
That it could teach me a lot more than a book could ever say.
But he’s mostly been quiet since the landlord decided
That there’s no use in running, when the hounds are still at bay.
His mouth made silver sounds, now it doesn’t.
Now all he does is listen for knocking at the door.
And I mean it, sure enough.
Sure as a deadbeat lies, sure as a dog dies.
Forgive me if I feel ashamed.
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Froggy went a courtin and he did ride
Sword and a pistol by his side
He rode right up to miss Mousie’s door
Gave 3 taps and it fell on the floor
He took miss Mousie on his knee
And said miss Mousie will you marry me?
Mousie said “I don’t know about that
I’ll have to talk it over with my Uncle Rat”
“Without Uncle Rat’s consent, i wouldn’t marry the president”
Froggy was born at the bottom of a well
And the mouse was born up in the mill
When Uncle Rat gave his consent
The weasel made the publishment
What will she have for a wedding gown?
A piece of the hide of an old white hound
Where will the wedding supper be?
Way over yonder in a hollow tree
What will the wedding supper be?
Frog said “fried mosquito and a roasted flea”
What will the wedding supper be?
Rat sad “butter beans and a black eyed pea”
The owl did hoot and the birds they sang
And through the woods the music rang
Hi mo hi mo we’re afraid of the pharaohs
King kong kitchie kitchie ki me o
First guest in was a big june bug
He danced around with a half a pint jug
Second guest was a bumblebee
Danced around with a fiddle on his knee
Third come in was a little grey moth
She laid out as a tablecloth
Then come in was a little grey mouse
Said hey mr Froggy can I rent you a house?
Last come in was an old tom cat
He ate the mouse and he ate the rat
Froggy went swimming across the lake
And got swallowed up by a big black snake
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17. |
Buddhist Song
03:51
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When I die, no I won’t come back
Not for all the love there is
I’ll fade gladly into black
When I die, no I won’t come back
I’m not gunna live, in a body again
Not for all the love I’ve known
So I swear, to you my friend
I’m not give live, in a body again
I’ve been here one and 20 times
And loved everything I had
I called so many feelings mine
I’ve been here one and 20 times
49 days for to make my mind
49 days and 49 nights
49 days just to decide
49 days to make my mind
That when I die, I won’t come back
no When I die, I won’t come back
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