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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
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Found 04:48
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
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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
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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
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Wrong Turn 02:43
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
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Get Me Home 02:25
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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

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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 April 4, 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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