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PAo #2

by Known Dwarf

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Katie cruel (free) 04:33
When I first came to town, They called me the roving jewel; Now they've changed their tune, They call me Katy Cruel, Oh that I was where I would be, Then I would be where I am not, Here I am where I must be, Go where I would, I can not, When I first came to town, They brought me the bottles plenty; Now they've changed their tune, They bring me the bottles empty, I know who I love, And I know who does love me; I know where I'm going, And I know who's going with me, Through the woods I go, And through the bogs and mire, Straightway down the road, And to my heart's desire, Eyes as bright as coal, Lips as bright as cherry, and 'tis her delight To make the young girls merry, When I first came to town They called me the roving jewel Now they've changed their tune They call me Katy Cruel
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Pastures of plenty (free) 03:35
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes I slept on the ground in the light of the moon On the edge of the city you'll see us and then We come with the dust and we go with the wind California, Arizona, I harvest your crops Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine To set on your table your light sparkling wine Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down Every state in the Union us migrants have been We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win It's always we rambled, that river and I All along your green valley, I will work till I die My land I'll defend with my life if it be Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
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Treadmill song (free) 03:43
"Step in young man, I know your face It's nothing in your favor A little time I'll give to you Six months at hard labor" To my hip fol the day, hip fol the day To my hip fol the day, for the digee oh At six o'clock our screw comes in With a bunch of keys all in his hand "Come, come, my lads, step up and grind Tread the wheel till breakfast time" At eight o'clock our skilly comes in Sometimes thick and sometimes thin But devil a word we must not say It's brad and water all next day At half past eight the bell doth ring Into the chapel we must swing Down on our bended knees to fall "The Lord hath mercy on us all" At nine o'clock the jangle rings All on the trap boys, we must spring "Come, come, my lads, step up in time The wheel to tread and the corn to grind" Now Saturday's come, I'm sorry to say Sunday is our starvation day Our hobnailed boots and tin mugs too They are not shined nor they will not do Now six long months are over and past I will return to my bonnie, bonnie lass I'll leave the screws all behind The wheel to tread and the corn to grind
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Jack the Lad (free) 04:02
Where's Jack the Lad, then, snuffed it ain’t he? His old lady just found him dead Cold as the pavement and smelling sour So much methadone, so much methadone, so much methadone inside his head There's loads of methadone in his cough med'cine, see The empty bottle lies on the floor It wasn't for a cough 'cause he was fightin'-fit He'd never had no drugs, never had no drugs, he'd never had no drugs at all before Now Jack the Lad was a bit of a tearaway He'd done approved school for thievin' money But he died safe at home next room to his Old Dear She loved him all along, loved him all along, she loved him all along, now ain't that funny Jack and his mates went Up West one Saturday With bent prescriptions they bought the stuff If you can drink it all, the lot, the bottleful You'll blow your mind alright, blow your mind alright, you'll blow your mind alright, that's sure enough So Jack the Lad he bought the med'cine, see, Like John and Len and Gray, like, they knew the scene Just for some laughs, like, and he could do with some What a load of laughs and that, load of laughs and that, what a load of laughs and that his life had been He took the mixture home and lay down on the bed He shook the bottle and swigged it all He twitched and shivered and went out like a light His mind went deaf and blind, mind went deaf and blind, his mind went deaf and blind behind a wall He lay unconscious, dead to the world, like, Up come his dinner and all his tea Lay in his gullet and slowly choked him He never moved a muscle, never moved a muscle, he never moved a muscle to spew it free It wasn't methadone killed Jack the Lad you know Just the obstruction that made him choke It's not a hard drug like proper heroin It was just accident, was just accident, it was just accident he died, poor bloke.
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When the mountains cry (free) 03:39
A lilac comes on a poisoned thorn It has roots dirty and torn Young-uns a playin' as the black crow flies Mama's weeping Hear the mountains cry. There was another, a wild dirt flower Cold was her heart and as dark as dire Tears on the ground where her love did die 'Neath the bloody moon Hear the mountains cry. Oh dig his grave narrow and deep Set a jug of whiskey by his thirsty feet And lay two pennies on his roving eyes Two women wailing As the mountains cry. Oh the wind blows weary and the willows sigh Rivers of sorrow when the mountains cry. Rivers of sorrow when the mountains cry.
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Fire Maringo (free) 01:55
Lift him up and carry him along, Fire Maringo, fire him away, Put him down where he belongs, Fire Maringo, fire him away! Ease him down and let him lay, Screw him in and there he'll stay. Put him in his hole below, Stay he must and then he'll go. When I get back to Liverpool town, I'll toss a line to little Sally Brown. I'll haul her high and haul her low, I'll bust her blocks and make her go. Sally is a pretty little craft, Hot shot to the fore and rounded in the aft. Screw the cotton, screw him down, Let's get the hell back to Liverpool town.
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Minorie (Child #10) (free) 03:17
There lived twa sisters in ane bower, Minorie, O, Minorie, There cam' a young man to be their wooer, On the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie. He coorted the eldest wi' a' his land, Minorie, O, Minorie; He coorted the youngest wi' his right hand On the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie. He gied the eldest a brooch and ring, Minorie, O, Minorie, But he loo'ed the youngest abune a' thing On the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie. He coorted the eldest wi' his penknife, Minorie, O, Minorie, But he loo'ed the youngest abune his life, On the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie. O sister, sister, ye'll gang to the broom, Minorie, O, Minorie, And we'll maybe hear the blackbird change its tune, And we'll maybe see the lads o' Minorie; They walked up and they walked doon, Minorie, O, Minorie; And thrice the blackbird changed his tune, But they never saw the lads o' Minorie. O sister, sister, ye'll gang to the dam, Minorie, O, Minorie; To see gin oor faither's ship be comin' in, To the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie. They went to the dam and they stood on a stone, Minorie, O, Minorie; And the eldest dang the youngest in, To the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie. O she swam up and she swam doon, Minorie, O, Minorie; Till she swam to where her sister did stand, On the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie. O sister, sister, tak' me by the hand, Minorie, O, Minorie; And ye'll get the miller lad and a' his land, He's the bonnie miller lad o' Minorie. It wasna for that that I danged ye in, Minorie, O, Minorie, But you was fair and I was dun, And ye'll droon in the dams o' Minorie. The miller's ae dochter gaed oot to the dam, Minorie, O, Minorie; For water to wash her faither's hands, By the bonnie dam sides o' Minorie. O faither, O faither, come to the dam Minorie, O, Minorie, There's either a maid or a milk-white swan She is drooned in the dams o' Minorie. There was nane o' them kent her there, Minorie, O, Minorie: But weel kent the miller by her bonnie yellow hair, 'Twas his ain bonnie lass o' Minorie.
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When I was a curly-headed baby My daddy set me down on his knee Saying ``Son you go to school, you learn your letters Don't you be no dusty miner, boy like me'' I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Holler Where the coal carts rolled and rumbled past my door But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties Because the L&N don't stop here anymore I used to think my father was a black man With scrip enough to buy the company store But now he goes to town with empty pockets And his face is as white as the February snow I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Holler Where the coal carts rolled and rumbled past my door But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties Because the L&N don't stop here anymore Never thought I'd live to lean to love the coaldust Never thought I'd pray to hear those temples roar But God I wish the grass would turn to money And then them greenbacks would fill my pockets once more I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Holler Where the coal carts rolled and rumbled past my door But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties Because the L&N don't stop here anymore Last night I dreamed I went down to the office To get my payday like I done before But them old kudzu vines was covering the doorway And there was leaves and grass growing up through the floor I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Holler Where the coal carts rolled and rumbled past my door But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties Because the L&N don't stop here anymore
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Standing stones (free) 03:27
In one of these lone Orkney Isles There dwelled a maiden fair, Her cheeks were red and her eyes were blue She had yellow curling hair. Which caught the eye and then the heart Of one who never could be A lover of so true a maid Or fair a form as she. Across that lake in Sandwick Dwelled a youth she held most true, And ever since her infancy He had watched those eyes so blue. The land runs out into the sea. It's a narrower neck of land. Where weird and grim the standing stones In a circle there they stand. One bonny moonlight Christmas Eve They met at the sad place. With heart of glee and the beams of love Were shining on her face. Her lover came and grasped her hand And what loving words they said. They talked of future's happy days As through the stones they strayed. They walked towards the Lover's Stone And through it passed their hands. They plighted there a constant troth. Sealed by love's steadfast bands. He kissed his maid and he then watched her That lonely bridge go o'er, For little, little did he think He would see his darling more. He turned his face toward his home, That home he never did see. And you shall have the story, As it was told to me. When a form upon him sprang With dagger gleaming bright, It pierced his heart; his dying screams Disturbed the silent night. The murderer was the one who wished That maiden's heart to gain, And unnoticed he had seen them part And he swore he would give her pain. This maid had nearly reached her home, When she was startled by a cry, And she turned to look around her And her love was standing by. His hand was pointing to the stars And his eyes gazed at the light, And with a smiling countenance He vanished from her sight.
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La Tanière (free) 03:52
A la Tanière on boit on fume, le soir en rentrant du boulot On y retrouve les copains, qui tous les jours triment comme des chiens Perché là-haut à taper l'dur, au téléphone, dans un bureau ou à chercher du taf en vain, pour gagner leur pain quotidien A la Tanière quand sortent les dés, on cherche à faire jouer le patron On s'acharne on discute ferme, il n'est pas question d'abandon Mais quand un 421 tombe, les joueurs maudissent à l'unisson Le pauvre que la défaite enferme, il repartira sans un rond A la Tanière quand vient la brume, on vient se réchauffer le sang Dans les assiettes la viande fume, avec un pichet de boisson Autour de la table on s'installe, vidant un verre, le remplissant En se racontant des histoires, qu'on a vécu, qu'on aimerait tant Dans la Tanière on se raconte, l'histoire d'un ami disparu Qui a tourné la dernière page, et que l'on ne reverra plus Le gars Bruno n'était pas sage, en fin d'soirée il parlait fort On était là cette matinée, il sera là dans nos pensées De la Tanière on voit le fleuve, les quais, le tram et les passants Par grand soleil ou bien qu'il pleuve, on se retrouve malgré le temps Pour des années ou quelques jours, certains décident de foutre le camp Ils raconteront leurs expériences, le jour où ils reviendront
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The Big Hewer (free) 03:55
Out of the dirt and darkness I was born, go down Out of the hard black coal-face I was torn, go down Kicked on the world and the earth split open Crawled through a crack where the rock was broken Burrowed a hole, away in the coal, go down In a cradle of coal in the darkness I was laid, go down Down in the dirt and darkness I was raised, go down Cut me teeth on a five-foot timber Held up the roof with my little finger Started me time away in the mine, go down On the day that I was born I was six feet tall, go down And the very next day I learned the way to haul, go down On the third day worked at board and piller Worked on the fourth as a long-wall filler Getting me steam up, hewing the seam, go down I'm the son of the son of the son of a collier's son, go down Coal dust runs in the veins where the blood should run, go down Five steel ribs and an iron backbone Teeth that can bite through rock and blackstone Working me time, away in the mine, go down Three hundred years I hewed at the coal by hand, go down In the pits of Durham and East Northumberland, go down Been gassed and burned and blown asunder Buried more times than I can number Getting the coal, away in the hole,go down I've scrabbled and picked at the face where the roof was low, go down Crawled in the seams where only a mole could go, go down In the thin-cut seams I've ripped and redded Where even the rats are born bow-legged Winning the coal, away in the hole, go down I've worked in the Hutton, the Plessey, the Brockwell Seam, go down The Bensham, the Busty, the Beaumont, the Marshall Green, go down I've lain on me back in the old three-quarter Up to the chin in stinking water Hewing the coal, away in the hole, go down In the northern pits I've sweated and earned me pay, go down Toiled in the worn-out drift mines night and day, go down Where the anthracite is hard and shining I've tried me hand at the hard-rock mining I dug a hole away in the coal, go down Out of the dirt and darkness I was born, go down Out of the hard black coal-face I was torn, go down Lived in the shade of the high pit heap I'm still down there where the seams are deep Digging a hole, away in the coal, go down
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Known Dwarf revisite cinq siècles de folksongs anglo-saxonnes.
Chansons de tavernes du XVIIe siècle, vieilles ballades, chansons de mineurs et de marins, chansons de révolte, elles parlent de la vie, de l’amour, de la mort, du travail, voire de tout ça en même temps. C’est l’occasion d’y croiser les conscrits du XVIIIe siècle, les travailleurs itinérants ou les ouvriers en grève. ... more

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