Bandito
by Robin Aigner and Parlour Game
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Delores from Florence
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See You Around
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Annie and Irving
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Found
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Mediocre Busker
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Pearl Polly Adler
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Wrong Turn
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Get Me Home
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about
Her knockout punch is nuance – she can wrench an album’s worth of intensity out of a split-second’s hesitation or a typically understated, seductive melisma to wrap up a phrase. Yet it’s her songwriting that takes centerstage on this album, her second, a feast of historically-imbued, out-of-the-box steampunk imagination. Aigner switches between acoustic guitar and banjo, judiciously accompanied by Flanks bassist Tom Mayer, Chicha Libre’s Josh Camp on spinet, Charles Burst on Rhodes and Dean Sharenow of Kill Henry Sugar on percussion.
credits
released 04 April 2010
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Some rights reserved. Please refer to individual track pages for license info.
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feeds for discography
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Apr 2010 -
Sep 2003
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- Track Name: Delores from Florence
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Delores From Florence, by Robin Aigner
Delores from Florence
Was well on the way
To a headache of seismic proportions that day
For the girl had too many lovers
Cause she was “that way”
From Minsk to Milan and then back to Bombay
Delores the florist had a beau in each place
But travel is wearisome, when you’re in search
of your sea legs
Ayayay…
Nary a raincloud or storm could be seen
For days or for miles
The sun had a way of appearing for her
Even in the evening time
She spoke soft and sweetly through too many
teeth
Hid in a half-crooked smile
Delores the florist from Florence for whom they
all pined
The captain was frantic from guiding her trips
On ships that he’d pirate from 3 am slips
To service the rose-smelling girl w/ the
swayingest hips
The flowers in Florence were in a quite a state
Their keeper was negligent and far away
They lapped up the midst and hungrily
swallowed the rain…
Ayayay…
Nary a raincloud or storm could be seen
For days or for miles
The sun had a way of appearing for her
Even in the evening time
She spoke soft and sweetly through too many
teeth
Hid in a half-crooked smile
Delores the florist from Florence for whom they
all pined
The dizzying pace, was good for no one
All parties involved were coming undone
A life of this nature does little in keeping one
young
The captain, the florist agreed then and there
An unlikely marriage would unite the pair
Roses and posies for the young and the old
The far and the near, in between and
every…where….!
Ayayay…
Nary a raincloud or storm could be seen
For days or for miles
The sun had a way of appearing for her
Even in the evening time
She spoke soft and sweetly through too many
teeth
Hid in a half-crooked smile
Delores the florist from Florence for whom they
all pined - Track Name: Found
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Found, by Robin Aigner
Did you misplace a
letter from your sweetie
Did it slip away while you were eating
At the diner….At 4am
With a stranger….ahem
Have you lost track of your favorite hat
The one with a feather from a blind man in
denver
Perhaps you left it
At the leftist convention, ahem
This must be my lucky day
Valuables are coming my way
Winning tickets!
There used to be a photo in your wallet
Was it taken at the opera or the ballet?
You forget
The way you forgot
To right the wrong
lost your senses one night in a Cutlass
Lost hold of the freemason square and the
compass
No one will know, once the grass grows over
the evidence
Stacks of paper cuts, paper clips and
triplicates
30 years in the family business
you left the watch right in its box
on the evening train...ahem
The key, the key, the key the key
Will it open any doors round here
It’s free, it’s free, it’s free it’s free it’s free
Keep it in your pocket, keep an eye out for
the bobby - Track Name: Mediocre Busker
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In every minor city, every country town, in every port of call
There’s a somewhat lonely-looking guy in a fancy hat and faded overalls
And if you stand round long enough he’ll play a song that really speaks to
you
And though it goes on far too long leaving halfway through would just be
rude
The ladies blush and swoon and smile, though his looks leave much to be
desired
He plays all day, drinks the night away and never does admit that he is
tired.
He’s the mediocre busker
He’s a dime a dozen, six of one, and half of the other
He tell you all about his hobo life
Riding the rails, chasing tail and some other fella’s wife
Ahhhhhh he’ll say, “Yeah, man this is my life”
The children dance around his case, throw dollars in they beg their mamas
for
She can’t say no cause that might show she’s too uptight, or maybe that
she’s poor
He’s been round the world and back again
Seen locomotives, 100 coaches long
Doesn’t hold a grudge for the judge
in Alamo Who done him wrong
A song or two will get you through
As you pass him on your way to where you’re goin
He doesn’t mind, cause if you stayed
You’d find he’s singing someone else’s songs
He’s the mediocre busker
He’s a dime a dozen, six of one, and half of the other
He’ll quote other folks from the early days
About leaving home, roaming alone, all his wayward ways - Track Name: Pearl Polly Adler
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Pearl Polly Adler
By Robin Aigner
I’ve been to the Campbell Apartment
At the invitation of FDR
I’m the only one who knows where he goes when he parks his car
You can’t believe the papers, periodicals you read
I’m a lady first and foremost
Doer of good deeds
A house is not a home
And Winters can not hold a candle to my throne
I said it first, let it be known
I’m a spy in the house of love
Mistress of mirth, enemy of the church
You can call me Polly
You can call me Pearl
I’m the queen of the Nile, of Riverside Drive
A Murry Hill girl, the run of mill kind
Red wine wall coverings
Covering the underthings
The birds sway, to the out of tune humming
A warm meal for Lucky Lou
A bed when he’s broke
He treats me all right, with his limited sight
From the point of view of a half-funny joke
Think we’ve got the makings of a pretty good deal
I’ll know I’ve arrived, when the books that I sign
Keep me in Clevelands for the rest of my life
I’ll protect my men
With an armor of amour, by hill or dale or glen
See you at Seabury
I’ll come when they call
But madame don’t take kindly
To windy lies and watching other fall
You can call me Polly
You can call me Pearl
I’m the queen of the Nile, of Riverside Drive
A Murry Hill girl, the run of mill kind
Red wine wall coverings
Covering the underthings
The birds sway, to the out of tune humming
I might take my learning
Later than others
But I learned from the best
The mightiest of brothers
The living that I’m earning
Fits inside of a Mason jar
But you won’t find it in the floorboards
Underneath the mahogany bar
I’ve been to the Campbell apartment
At the invitation of FDR
I’m the only one who knows…
Where he parks his car - Track Name: Wrong Turn
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It took us 10 hours to get out of Johnson City
even the boys had begun to look pretty
We drank half our weight to forget our own city
We took a wrong turn, then we took another wrong turn
We're placing a bet that will get to Carolina by the afternoon
We're meeting a girl who reminds us of June
And a fella who's got a face like the moon
We take a wrong turn, then we take another wrong turn
Oh de lee
Tennessee
Thank you for the memories
Oh de lee
Tennessee
For being so good to a couple of Yankees
Driving a box that sits on four wheels
Troopers are breathing down our necks and on our heels
Going much slower than the limit allows
Pointing and shouting every time we see cows
We take a wrong turn, then we take another wrong turn
We call it a day at the KOA
Tune in to DVX, see if their playin’ us
Singin’ our northern songs for pennies
Will the kids like us and will we get any
Oh de lee
Tennessee
Thank you for the memories
Oh de lee
Tennessee
For being so good to a couple of Yankees - Track Name: Great Molasses Disaster
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GREAT MOLASSES DISASTER
On the north end
By the big bend
The tanker seemed in repose
Purity stood
Close to willow and surely could
Handle the load
The sailors were sweating
And shedding their overcoats
As the temperature rose
But A chink in the armor
A winter too warmer
Would unleash a motherload
Chorus
Too warm for January
Ten/and nine
The air smelled/like September
When you laid down/your life
And the horses stuck like flies
What was I thinking
I checked all the levels
I turned my back and noticed a small
crack
That wasn’t there yesterday
Perhaps it’s a sun ray
A trick the full moon or of the
midday
Sorry my darlin’
I can’t meet today
Just doin my job, doin my job
How could something so sweet
Sweep us all off our feet
Our shoes are where are heads should
be
Chorus
Try as they might, they’d all lose the
fight
Gainst the dark and tidal mound
Houses would tumble
The el track to crumble
The mute boy would cry out loud
On a hill in the wood
The minister stood
To bless the unmarked graves
The day was dark
But he knew in his heart
The absurdity would someone laugh
someday
