Roped /Jealous Gods 7"

by Bird Dog

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04:12
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03:25

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released 30 March 2012

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Bird Dog Brooklyn, New York

Bird Dog plays original material drawing on a wide of range of influences from American and Irish folk, to 60's R&B and West African highlife. Principle songwriter Ben Chace is a filmmaker who has worked in New York and the Caribbean and his lyrics weave thoughts and images from those experiences with the usual trials and tribulations of love, heartbreak and the absurdity of modern life. ... more

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Track Name: Roped
tumbling trailer
he's just a satellite traveller down to a dime.
the robbers and jailers
mumble in cadence their thoughts on his crime
spell out a new quote
i hope you ain't joking around this time
cause this is my last note
held in the air by a rope from behind

sunny reunion
you can see on their faces its been a long time
next to you who is
a forgotten acquaintance or an old friend of mine
we're taking a close look
coming to light in the shadows you find
you're quoting from a new book
held in a stare in a moment in time
just a moment in time

you may find me gone when you go looking
'cause after all i told you this was it
and if i'm here, i'll swear my will is crooked
'cause i've known for years that soon i'd have to quit

but for the layers
and the helpful old sayings we learned over time
you could see all the players
before they were playing just a step out of time
but thats just an old joke
i can see you been holding you're end up fine
and this is my last note
held in the air by a rope from behind

you may find me gone when you go looking
'cause after all i told you this was it
and if i'm here, i'll swear my will is crooked
'cause i've known for years that soon i'd have to quit
Track Name: Jealous Gods
V1
She met a man
who had a plan
a fifty dollar bill
in his hand.
he said it plain
I’ll ease your pain
tomorrow

She was a girl
who filled a lake
just crazy for
a crazy sake.
she wasn’t wrong
it won’t be long
tomorrow

V2
it fit her hand
the sinners ran
and settled in
the southern land.
and all around
they did the dance
she hid it in
a sliver chance


it did him in
they drank it in
their medicine
and kissed the wind
it was a loud familiar
way to kill your
concrete living
unforgiving

Bowed Instrumental

V3
his busted hand
she held it when
their trusted plan
had failed again.
the hymns they sang
young heads they hang
in sorrow

she never knew
the winds of fate
would settle on
another date
the jealous gods
just carry on
tomorrow