Bandito

by Robin Aigner and Parlour Game

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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.

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released 04 April 2010

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Robin Aigner and Parlour Game Brooklyn, New York

"Local folkie Robin Aigner croons witty, vintage-sounding tunes with dashes of klezmer and swing." —Timeout New York. Brooklyn's Aigner plays engaging and emotive history vignettes, blending 30s novelty tunes, old-time folk, mid-century country-and-western, and Eastern European music. ... more

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Track Name: Delores from Florence
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
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
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
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
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
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