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postheadericon The Executioner’s Last Songs Pt. 2 & 3

Pine Valley Cosmonauts: The Executioner’s Last Songs Pt. 2 & 3
Songs of murder, cruelty, and mob-law done to benefit Artists against the Death Penalty for the Illinois Death Penalty Moratorium Project
SONGS:

Vol. 2:
“Gallows Pole (trad)” — Tim Rutili with Sally Times, Rebecca Gates, Jo Walston & Jon Langford
“Louis Collins(J. Hurt)” — Dave Avlin with Dean Schlabowske
“The Fall of Troy(T.Waits, K. Brennan)” — Kurt Wagner
“Banks of the Ohio(trad)” — Otis Clay
“Homicide(MG Days, KR Lucas)” — Skid Marks with Sally Timms
“Green Green Grass of Home(C Putman)” — Kelly Hogan
“Death Row (R Bell)” — Rico Bell
“Gulag Blues (trad)” — Lu Edmonds with John Rice
“Horses (Langford, Timms, Croker)” — Chris Mills with Dean Schlabowske and Dave Alvin
“Strange Fruit (L Allan)” — Diane Izzo with John Rice
“One Dyin’ & a Buryin (R Miller)” — David Yow (live)
“Delilah (JB Mason, LD Reed)” — Jon Langford with Sally Timms
“Willie O’ Winsbury (trad)” — Charlotte Grieg

Songs:
Vol. 3:
“Bad News (JD Loudermilk)” — Alejandro Escovedo & Jon Langford with Dave Alvin
“The Ballad of Billy Joe (Charlie Rich)” — Rebecca Gates
“Dang Me (Roger Miller)” — Rhett Miller
“Forever to Burn (R Hobart)” — Rex Hobart
“Death Where Is Thy Sting (P Brennan)” — Pat Brennan
“Long Black Veil (D Dill, M Wilkin)” — Sally Timms & Edith Frost
“God’s Eternal Love (M Eitzel)” — Mark Eitzel
“Hangin’ Me Tonight (A Wolpert)” — Gurf Morlix
“John Hardy (trad)” — The Meat Purveyors with Rick Cookin’ Sherry
“Pardon This Coffin (R Miller)” — John Rauhouse
“Saviour (K Coyne)” — Kevin Coyne
“Green Green Grass of Home (C Putman)” — Dave Alvin
“Angel of Death (Hank Williams)” — Tom Greenhalgh
“Tom Dooley (trad)” — The Sundowners (live)
Musicians:

PVC are:
Steve Goulding: drumkit
Tom Ray: double and electric bass
Jon Langford: guitar & vocals
Drew Carson: mandolin
Celine: guitars, banjo, fiddle, electric sitar, dobro, lap steel, bazooki (& mandolin on Dang me, Banks of the Ohio, saviour)
Pat Brennan: piano, organ, mellotron & wurlitzer
with:
Barclay McKay: piano on Fall of troy, Ballad of Billie Joe, Delilah & electric pano on Gallows Pole & Forever to burn

Robert Coyne: gt on Saviour
Luliasn Hayman: gt & Amy Domingues: cello on Willie O’Winsbury
Chase Morrison: cello on Homicide
Ken Sluiter: bas keyb & mellotron on God’s eteranl love, bass on Forever to burn & back vc on delilah
Rico bell: harmonica on Death row
Rick Cookin Sherry: jug on John Hardy
Gurf Morlix: gt & steel on Hanging me tonight
Jamal Ruhe: dr, bass, toy piano & back vc and jon Rauhouse: steel & hawaiin gt on Pardon this coffin
Lu Edmonds: sa in Gulag Blues
Joe Camarillo & Eddie Carlson: live PVC drums and bass on One dyin & a buryin
Meat Purveyors are: Jo: vc, Billy Bob: gt, Cherry Lou: harm voc, Pete Purveyor: mandolion
Sunbdowners are: Don Walls: gt & voc, Bob Boyd: gt & voc, Curt Delayney: bass & voc
All songs recorded , mixed and mastered by ken sluiter at kingsize Sounds Labs, Chicago IL
with instrumental overdubs at Phlosswwerx, Chicago IL
Paintings by Jon Langford
The CD is dedicated to the life and work of Richard Cunningham

LINER NOTES:

“Here’s the Pine Valley Cosmonauts playing their old death vs. death card & raisin’ a little more hell & cash to help wean America off its life threatening death penalty dependency. We’re glad to report there’s been some progress. On hearing Vol. 1 Illinois Governor George Ryan spontaneously cleared Death Row whispering, ‘Shit! those bluegrass commies know their chops!’, leaving us in little doubt that this super-sized sequel portends oblivion for the hangman & abolition lurks behind the very next wave (heh heh heh). Well we hope so BUT there’s still a bunch of bitter prosecutors, bad apples and right-Canutes out there trying to stem this tide of history/humanity, chucking rocks at our righteous surfboard & pushing their puny anarchronistic bodies against the current.

“If support for the death penalty is a mile wide and an inch thick (as we have found) the PVC is just one plucky little chisel trying to scratch a way through by getting cash into the hands of organizations and individuals who’ve rolled up their sleeves & fought this thankless, contentious, un-glamorous, non-fluffy battle inch by inch and case by case for years, in the courts, out in the dark, in the wilderness & on death row, where no one’s supposed to care.

“Since completing THE EXECUTIONER’S LAST SONGS Vol. 1 in 2002, the PVC played outdoors and in through Texas, New York and Illinois all the time plotting Vol. 2. We invited more of our favorite singers & songwriters to contribute voices and reputations & were pleasantly trampled by hers of willing collaborators (hence Vol. 3). They came in person (on planes, in taxis, dragged out of motel beds while sleeping off a Chicago show) or did digital magic thru the mail. They suggested deathly ditties unknown to us, wrote site-specific new ones or quietly bent to our cruel and unusual will, each trusting us to drag this dark beast to closure. For that we thank you all.”

This album is dedicated to the memory and legacy of Dick Cunningham

postheadericon The Executioner’s Last Songs Pt. 1

Pine Valley Cosmonauts: The Executioner’s Last Songs Pt. 1
Songs of murder, cruelty, and mob-law done to benefit Artists against the Death Penalty for the Illinois Death Penalty Moratorium Project
SONGS:
01 “Knoxville Girl,” Brett Sparks of the Handsome Family lyrics
02 “I’ll Never Get Out of This World Alive,” Rosie Flores lyrics
03 “Gary Gilmore’s Eyes,” Dean Schlabowske, Sally Timms, Kelly Hogan and Tracey Dear / Soundclip
04 “The Snakes Crawl at Night,” Janet Bean of Freakwater / Soundclip lyrics
05 “Tom Dooley,” Steve Earle / Soundclip (no, it’s no instrumental) lyrics
06 “The Hangman’s Song,” Christa Meyer and Tom Kelley of Puerto Muerto
07 “Pardon Me, I’ve Got Someone to Kill,” Lonesome Bob
08 “Poor Ellen Smith,” Neko Case
09 “Miss Otis Regrets,” Jenny Toomey lyrics
10 “Judgement Day,” Johnny Dowd and Jon Langford / Soundclip
11 “The Great State of Texas,” Chris Ligon
12 “Sing Me Back Home,” Edith Frost lyrics
13 “Oh Death,” Diane Izzo lyrics
14 “Hanged Man,” Rick Sherry of Devil in the Woodpile
15 “The Plans We Made,” Jon Langford and Sally Timms / Soundclip
16 “25 Minutes to Go,” Frankie and Johnny Navin of the Aluminum Group lyrics
17 “Idiot Whistle,” Tony Fitzpatrick
18 “Walls of Time,” Paul Burch lyrics
Musicians:
PVC are:
Steve Goulding: drumkit
Tom Ray: double bass (ukelele on poor ellen smith)
Jon Langford: guiotar & vocals
Drew Carson: mandolin
Celine: guitars, banjo, fiddle, dobro, lap steel, bazooki (mandolin on pardon me & judgement day)
with:
Dan Massey: drums on tom dooley
Robert Lloyd: mandolin
Jon Rauhouse: banjo on poor ellen smith
Amy Domingues: piano & cello on miss otis regrets
Chris Scruggs: double bass
Chris Dettloff: drums on I’ll never get out of this world alive
Deanna Varagona: harmony vocals on walls of time
Ken Sluiter: backing vocals on don’t look at the hanged man
All songs recorded , mixed and mastered by ken sluiter at kingsize Sounds Labs, Chicago IL
with instrumental overdubs at Phlosswwerx, Chicago IL
Paintings by Jon Langford
The CD is dedicated to the life and work of Richard Cunningham

Lyrics:

Knoxville Girl

I met a little girl in Knoxville
A town we all know well
And every sunday evening
In her home I’d dwell
We went to take an evening walk
About a mile from town
I picked a stick up off the ground
And I knocked that fair girl down
She fell down on her bended knees
For mercy she did cry
“Oh Willy, dear, don’t kill me yet
I’m unprepared to die”
She never spoke another word
I only beat her more
Until the ground around me
With her blood did flow
I took her by her golden curls
And I dragged her ’round and ’round
Throwing her into the river
That flows from Knoxville town
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl
With your dark and roving eyes
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl
You can never be my bride
I started back to Knoxville
Got there about midnight
My mother, she was worried
She woke up in a fright
Saying, “Dear son, what have you done
To bloody up your clothes?”
I told my anxious mother
That I was bleading in my nose
I called for me a candle
And I called for me a bed
And I called for me a handkerchief
To bind my aching head
I rolled and thrashed the whole night through
All horrors I did see
The devil stood at the foot of my bed
Pointing his finger at me
They carried me down to Knoxville
And put me in a cell
My friends all tried to get me out
But none could grow my bail
I’m here to waste my life away
Down in this dirty old jail
Because I murdered that Knoxville girl
The girl I loved so well
I’ll Never Get Out Of This World Alive

Recorded by Hank Williams
Written by Hank Williams and Fred Rose

Capo: 1st Fret Key: F# Play: F
Now you’re [F] lookin’ at a man that’s gettin’ kind-a mad
I had lot’s of luck but it’s all been bad
No [C7] matter how I struggle and strive
I’ll never get out of this world a-[F] live.

My fishin’ pole’s broke the creek is full of sand
My woman run away with another man
No matter how I struggle and strive
I’ll never get out of this world alive.

A [Bb] distant uncle passed away [Bb7] and [F] left me quite a batch [F7]
And [Bb] I was livin’g high until that fatal [Bb7] day
A lawyer [C7] proved I wasn’t born
I was only hatched.—[F]

Ev’rything’s agin’ me and it’s got me down
If I jumped in the river I would prob’ly drown
No matter how I struggle and strive
I’ll never get out of this world alive.

These shabby shoes I’m wearin’ all the time
Are full of holes and nails
And brother if I stepped on a worn out dime
I bet a nickel I could tell you if it was heads or tails.

I’m not gonna worry wrinkles in my brow
‘Cause nothin’s ever gonna be alright nohow
No matter how I struggle and strive
I’ll never get out of this world alive.

(ADDITIONAL VERSES)
I could buy a Sunday suit and it would leave me broke
If it had two pair of pants I would burn the coat
No matter how I struggle and strive
I’ll never get out of this world alive.

If it was rainin’ gold I wouldn’t stand a chance
I wouldn’t have a pocket in my patched up pants
No matter how I struggle and strive
I’ll never get out of this world alive.

SNAKES CRAWL AT NIGHT
by Charlie Pride

Chorus
Oh the snakes crawl at night,that’s what they say
When the sun goes down.Oh the snakes will play

I watched that car pull right up into my driveway
Saw the shadow slip away from my house
So I hurried straight and looked into her room
And I found out that it was my loving spouse

repeat chorus

So I waited in the shadows until morning
And the gun that I held was trembling in my hand
No I did not mean to give them any warning
For the devil on my shoulder had command

repeat chorus

Oh the trial in a little while was over
And they sentenced me to die right away
But before I leave this courtroom please your honour
There is something more that I would like to say

Tom Dooley

Chorus
Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry
Killed poor Laura Foster (note 1)
And you know you’re bound to die

You took her on the hillside (note 2)
And begged to be excused
You took her on the hillside
Then hid her clothes and shoes

You dug her grave four feet wide
Dug it three feet deep
Rolled the cold clay over her
And tromped it with your feet

[chorus]

Took her on the hillside
Stabbed with a knife (note 3)
Took her on the hillside
And then you took her life

[chorus]
[chorus]

This time tomorrow morning
Where do you reckon I’ll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Just swinging from a white oak tree

You can take down my old violin
And play it all you please
For at this time tomorrow morning
It’ll be of no use to me

[chorus]

Miss Otis Regrets
(Cole Porter)

Miss Otis regrets, she’s unable to lunch today, madam,
Miss Otis regrets, she’s unable to lunch today.
She is sorry to be delayed,
but last evening down in Lover’s Lane she strayed, madam,
Miss Otis regrets, she’s unable to lunch today.
When she woke up and found that her dream of love was gone, madam,
She ran to the man who had led her so far astray,
And from under her velvet gown,
She drew a gun and shot her love down, madam,
Miss Otis regrets, she’s unable to lunch today.
When the mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail, madam,
They strung her upon the old willow across the way,
And the moment before she died,
She lifted up her lovely head and cried, madam……
Miss Otis regrets, she’s unable to lunch today

SING ME BACK HOME
Written by Merle Hagard

The warden led a prisoner down a hallway to his doom.
I stood up to say goodbye like all the rest.
And I heard him tell the warden, just before he reached my cell:
“Let my guitar playing friend do my request.”

CHORUS:

“Let him sing me back home, with a song I used to hear.
“And make my old mem’ries come alive.
“And take me away and turn back the years.
“And sing me back home before I die.”

I recall last Sunday morning, a choir from off the streets,
Came in to sing a few old gospel songs.
And I heard him tell the singers: “There’s a song my Mama sang.
“Could I hear it once before you move along?”

(Chorus)

Oh Death

Oh death
Oh death
Won’t you spare me over til another year

Well what is this that I can’t see
With ice cold hands taking hold of me
Well I am death none can excel
I’ll open the door to heaven or hell

Whoa death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me til another day
The children pray the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach

I’ll fix your feet til you can’t walk
I’ll lock your jaw til you can’t talk
I’ll close your eyes so you can’t see
This very hour come and go with me

In death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To drop the flesh off of the frame
The earth and worms both have a claim

Oh death
Oh death
Won’t you spare me over til another year

My mother came to my bed
Place a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a movin upon my soul

Oh death how you’re treatin me
You close my eyes so I can’t see
Well you’re hurtin my body you make me cold
You run my life right out of my soul

Oh death please consider my age
Please don’t take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you’ll remove your icy hands

Oh the young the rich or poor
All alike to me you know
No wealth no land no silver or gold
Nothin satisfies my but your soul

Oh death
Oh death
Won’t you spare me over til another year
Won’t you spare me over til another year
Won’t you spare me over til another year

25 MINUTES TO GO (Shel Silverstein)

They’re buildin’ the gallows outside my cell.
I got 25 minutes to go.

And in 25 minutes I’ll be in Hell.
I got 24 minutes to go.

Well, they give me some beans for my last meal.
23 minutes to go.

And you know… nobody asked me how I feel.
I got 22 minutes to go.

So, I wrote to the Gov’nor… the whole damned bunch.
Ahhh… 21 minutes to go.

And I call up the Mayor, and he’s out to lunch.

I got 20 more minutes to go.

Well, the Sheriff says, “Boy, I wanna watch you die”.
19 minutes to go.

I laugh in his face… and I spit in his eye.
I got 18 minutes to go.

Well…I call out to the Warden to hear my plea.
17 minute to go.

He says, “Call me back in a week or three.
You’ve got 16 minutes to go.”

Well, my lawyer says he’s sorry he missed my case.
Mmmm….15 minutes to go.

Yeah, well if you’re so sorry, come up and take my place.
I got 14 minutes to go.

Well, now here comes the padre to save my soul
With 13 minutes to go.

And he’s talkin’ about burnin’, but I’m so damned cold.
I got 12 more minutes to go.

Now they’re testin’ the trap. It chills my spine.
I got 11 minutes to go.

‘Cuz the goddamned thing it works just fine.
I got 10 more minutes to go.

I’m waitin’ for the pardon… gonna set me free
With 9 more minutes to go.

But this ain’t the movies, so to hell with me.
I got 8 more minutes to go.

And now I’m climbin up the ladder with a scaffold peg
With 7 more minutes to go.

I’ve betta’ watch my step or else I’ll break my leg.
I got 6 more minutes to go.

Yeah… with my feet on the trap and my head in the noose…
5 more minutes to go.

Well, c’mon somethin’ and cut me loose.
I got 4 more minutes to go.

I can see the mountains. I see the sky.
3 more minutes to go.

And it’s too damned pretty for a man to die.
i got 2 more minutes to go

I can hear the buzzards… hear the crows.
1 more minute to go.

And now I’m swingin’ and here I gooooooooo….

Walls Of Time

The wind is blowing ‘cross the mountains
And down on the valley way below
It sweeps the grave of my darling
When I die that’s where I want to go

Lord send the angels for my darling
And take her to that home on high
I’ll wait my time out here on earth love
And come to you when I die

I hear a voice out in the darkness
It moans and whispers through the pines
I know it’s my sweetheart a calling
I hear her through the walls of time

Our names are carved upon the tombstone
I promised you before you died
Our love will bloom forever darling
When we rest side
Reviews
Read about the 2000 concert and a letter from Jon Langford

postheadericon Jon Langford & Sally Timms: Songs of false hope and high values

Jon Langford & Sally Timms: Songs of false hope and high values
First edition,: cardboard cover, BS (2000)
* Second edition: jewel case, BS 72 (2003)
Songs:

01) Horses (2:56) (Lead vocal: Sally)
02) Watching the Horizon (2:14) (Jon)
03) Anything Can Happen (2:22) ( Jon)
04) Blue Eyes Cryin’ In The Rain (2:37)
05) I Picked Up the Pieces(2:21) (Jon & Sally)
06) Dark Sun (3:12) (Jon)
07) Dover (3:53) (Sally)
08) Joshua Gone Barbados (4:48) (Jon)
09) Blessings (Jon & Sally) *
10) Hank signs his contract (Jon) * Jon’s paintings
11) Randwick bells (Sally) *
12 Blow the man down (Jon & Sally) *

Line-up:
Sally Timms. vocals and bicycle bells
Jon Langford: vocals and guitar
Jon Rauhouse: banjo, hawaiian guitar, mandolin and backing vocals
Tom Ray: double bass
Chris Mills: guitar
Sterve Rosen: banjo on ‘Watching the horizon’
John Rice: guitar and mandolin on ‘Watching the horizon’, ‘I picked up the pieces’ and ‘Anything can happen’
Ken Sluiter: organ on ‘Down from Dover’

postheadericon PINE VALLEY COSMONAUTS: SALUTE THE MAJESTY OF BOB WILLS: KING OF WESTERN SWING, PIONEER, TRADITIONALIST, AVANT-GARDIST, MAGICIAN

PINE VALLEY COSMONAUTS SALUTE THE MAJESTY OF BOB WILLS: KING OF WESTERN SWING, PIONEER, TRADITIONALIST, AVANT-GARDIST, MAGICIAN

Bloodshot BS029

SONGS:
Home in San Antone
Trouble in mind
Texas playboy rag
Drunkard’s blues
Across the alley from the Alamo
Sweet kind of love
Time changes everything
Hang your head in shame
Steel guitar rag
Brain cloudy blues
Right or wrong
Roly Poly
Pan handle rag
Bubbles in my beer
Stay a little longer
My window faces the south
San Antonio Rose
Take me back to Tulsa
Faded Love
PVC’s are:
Waco Brothers Jon Langford, Steve Goulding, and Mark Durante
Tom Ray (Bottle Rockets) on stand up bass
John Rice on guitar and fiddle
Dave Crawford and Paul Mertens (both from Poi Dog) on horns and piano
Guest singers: Jane Baxter Miller (Texas Rubies)
Sally Timms
Chris Mills
Brett Sparks (Handsome Family)
Cherilyn and Jo (TMP)
Kelly Hogan
Tracy Dear
Neko Cas
Edith Frost
Bob Boyd (Sundowners)
Robbie Fulks
Alejandro Escovedo
Jimmie Dale Gilmore
Rico Bell
Brendan Croker
Dean Schlabowske.
LP out on September 8th. CD out October 6th.
LPs are hand numbered, limited edition double records with a poster insert of Langford artwork)

postheadericon Gravestone EP

Gravestone EP, limited, numbered and signed, Bloodshot Aug. 98, came along with an Exhibition
SONGS
Nashville Radio/Death of Country Music – Jon Langford’s Hillbilly Lovechild, Rerelease on: Makin Singles – Drinking Doubles, Blodshot 100, Dec 2002
Dollar Dress (Live) – Waco Brothers
Return Of The Golden Guitarist – Mekons

LYRICS:

NASHVILLE RADIO

Drinks and pills and Nashville radio, my life will never be the same
Chills and spills from Maine to Mexico, riding on my funeral train

In every town there’s the same tribulation, in every state that I wake up in
The night before is a dim recollection of powers and bottles and sin

There’s a bored little stranger heading out the door just about half my age
Blood on the walls and glass on the floor, I don’t think I even made it on stage

Doctor, Doctor, sign my prescription, I’m in trouble again
Ever since I was a tiny little baby, I couldn’t get rid of the pain

Drinks and pills and Nashville radio, my life will never be the same
Spills and chills from Maine to Mexico, riding on my funeral train

I shake my hips but I walk like a cripple, and my body is getting too thin
I can count every one of my bones in the mirror, poking through my cold white skin

There’s a shiny star on the dressing room door, but I’ll be out in the back of my car
Cause I don’t know a soul I can trust with the money or to tune up my guitar

Drinks and pills and Nashville radio, my life will never be the same
Chills and spills from Maine to Mexico, riding on my funeral train

Doctor, Doctor, sign my prescription, I’m in trouble again
Ever since I was a tiny little baby, I couldn’t get rid of the pain

I can’t sleep without the engine humming, and the wheels rolling night and day
I can’t sleep without the Nashville radio, slipping through the chemical haze

Playing some song that I should remember , with the DJ calling my name
Play my song on the Nashville radio, my life will never be the same

Ever since I was a tiny little baby I couldn’t get to sleep at night
I’d be listening to the Nashville radio hours before daylight

They threw me off the Grand Ole Opry cause I couldn’t behave
I didn’t know how many friends I had until I was lying in a cold dark grave

I gave my life to country music, took my pills and lust
If they don’t play my songs on the radio, it feels like I never was
(feels like I never was)

Fat sweaty cop in an Alabama lock-up looked at me and laughed
Said he heard my songs on the Nashville radio, asked me for my autograph

He said, “Doctor, Doctor, sign my prescription, I’m in trouble again
Ever since I was a tiny little baby, I couldn’t get rid of the pain”

THE DEATH OF COUNTRY MUSIC
(also from Waco Brothers album COWBOYS IN FLAME)

My body is a temple
Safer than a prison
I done some demolition
And in a world gone wrong

The death of country music
Rattles round the planet
We light the flame and fan it
Deep into the night

Where the city casts its shadow
We leave the straight and narrow
Tomorrow and forever
Seems so far away

Where the dance floor’s overcrowded
The music’s getting louder
The people do some breathing
While they’re cheating death

Tonight the west is sleeping
The desert will be creeping
Inch by inch
Across the continent

And the bones of country music
Lie there in their casket
Beneath the towers of Nashville
In a deep black pool of neglect

So we cast our nets in the water
Drag the pool and caught ‘em
Grind ‘em up and snort ‘em
Deep into the night

And we spill some blood on the ashes
Of the bones of the Jones and the Cashes
Skulls in false eyelashes
Ghostriders in the sky

And the Hack bone’s connected to the Buckbone
And the George bone’s connected to the Hank bone
The Willie bone’s connected to the Billy Bones
We’re picking the flesh off the bone

The death of country music
The death of country music
The death of country music
We’re picking the flesh off the bones

DOLLAR DRESS (also on COWBOYS IN FLAME, WACO BROTHERS)

She is dancing with death in the Dollar Dress

There’s a box in an attic in a run down northern town
There’s a key on the shelf so you can look inside
There’s a song that will pick you up and spin you round
A photograph and a letter left behind

Can you prove you’re alive?
Do you know where you’re been today?
Sown into the fabric of your life
Washed and mended, worn away

She is dancing with death in the dollar dress

The hooter sounds and the whole town shakes again
A line of ghosts clock out at the factory gates
Cousins, sisters and brothers are spirited home
They fill the streets and make the traffic wait

Will the flag still fly
If the wind don’t blow today?
It’s sown into the fabric of your life
Washed and mended, worn away

THE RETURN OF THE GOLDEN GUITARIST

His grip is not frozen in one old G chord
Looking for thousands of bodies
With luck he might make it without losing his way.
The return of the golden guitarist

His eyes are as flat as an old 45
That somehow never quite charted
Out of his mouth spews vinyl and wax
The return of the golden guitarist

It’s time to come clean, to come back this way
Time to come back in the harness
You’ve stolen our lust, now he has found
The return of the golden guitarist

What gives him the right to talk that way
Pray silence, now don’t get me started
You got freedom of speech, but you got nothing to say
So welcome the golden guitarist

His eyes are as flat as an old 45
That somehow never quite charted
Out of his mouth spews vinyl and wax
The return of the golden guitarist

postheadericon Skull Orchard


Non album song Verdun Hear it, read it
Reviews, and a show report

Skull OrchardOk, this has to be said: English isn’t my prime language, so I should leave my hands off this. Please be patient with my understanding of the lyrics. The original release has lyric sheets to fill the gaps in my understanding, especially of track 13 :-)

SONGS:
Tubby Bros. (2:20)
Penny Arcades (3:50)
Butter Song (3:12)
Sentimental Marching Song (4:20)
Youghal (3:06)
Trap Door (2:40)
Inside The Whale (3:30)
I Am The Law (2:10)
Pill Sailor (2:25)
Last Count (3:30)
My Own Worst Enemy (3:00)
I’m Stopping This Train (2:45)
Deep Sea Driver
Tom Jones Levitation (4:20);
Last song (1:04)

REVIEWS

Jon Langford’s debut solo album SKULL ORCHARD is released by Sugarfree Records of Chicago on January 20th.

Jon Langford’s solo songwriting project THE SKULL ORCHARD has evolved into a full blown band which consists of Langford on guitar and vocals, notorious Chicago guitar demon Mark Durante (ex- Revolting Cocks, KMFDM), drummer Steve Goulding (ex-Gang Of Four, Graham Parker & The Rumour) and bass player Alan Doughty (ex-Jesus Jones). Also on the record are Sally Timms, Jane Baxter-Miller, Edith Frost, John Rice and more….

Having lived in America for the last 5 years (currently playing break-neck hard country with his band the Waco Brothers), Skull Orchard sees Langford turning his attention back across the Atlantic to the country he grew up in. Read the rest of this entry »

postheadericon Misery Loves Company

Misery Loves Company ( …explore the dark and lonely world of Johnny Cash)

Jonboy Langford and the Pine Valley Cosmonauts

SONGS
Cocaine Blues
Tennessee Flat-Top Box
Guess Things Happen That Way
What Is Truth?
I Got Stripes
Busted
Big River
Sunday Morning Coming Down
There You Go
I Still Miss Someone
Thing Called Love
Give My Love To Rose
Next In Line
Home Of The Blues

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Killer Shrews
SONGS:
We know your secrets
Imp of the perverse
Bring Me The Fat In California
It’s Happening Again
Big Eye
Handful Of Gimme (And A Mouth Fulla Much Obliged)
Joined At The Head
Vote God
The Brain From Planet Eros
Hank Williams Must Die
Don’t Let The Bastards Let You Down (Illegitimi Non Carborundum)
Lineup:
Jon Langford: guitar, piano, vocals
Gary Lucas: guitars, vocals
Tony Maimone: Bass, synth, vocals

with:
Steve Goulding: drums, backing voc.
Barbara Manning: voc. on Big Eye and BMTFIC
Dave Trumfio: sitar on HWMD
Paul Searsmith: Trumpet on Big Eye Betty Smith: Sax on JATH

Produced By Dave Trumfio
assisted by Mike Hagler
Recorded: 11-15-August 1993 at Kingsize Sound Laboratories, Chicago, Released as Enemy CD (EMY 141-2) An earlier version of ‘The Brain From Planet Eros’ appeared of the Gary Lucas album ‘Gods And Monsters’

postheadericon Dim Subooteyo: Lakeside

Dim Subooteyo: Lakeside
SONGS:
Lakeside
My Life (With Harehill Cruisers)
Philipino Dementos Demestos
Painkiller
‘Who is the Baddie?’ Says Alan Laddie
Half Ponderosa
Eat
The Evil One Cometh (He Rides Roughshod on the Shoulders of the Poor)
Je suis tres fatigue
Friend Bothering
Rubble Trouble
Lineup:
basically Jon Langford and Brendan Croker with Emma (fiddle) and Mike – Squeezebox
SNAT Records (SNAT 001), Low Noise 1990

postheadericon Jelly Bishops

The Jelly Bishops: Kings of Barstool Mountain, 1988
5-song 12″, w. Langford (Last 002)
Songs:
Crushed Armadillo
Jelly Bishop Walk
Cannibals Of The Highway
Where Is Rudy Councilman Now?
Jelly Bishop Dance (Sword of Islam)
Line Up:
Jon Langford, Tom Greenhalgh, John Hyatt
The Jelly Bishops was a thinly veiled collaboration between the Mekons and Three Johns in 1986 – Tom Greenhalgh, Jon Langford and John Brennan (+ Hugo the 3 Johns drum machine) posed as the Jelly Bishops (“We are Randy, Jet & Troy, we’re from Schaumberg Illinois!”) for three shows in Chicago and this 12 inch 5 song EP which has been seriously unavailable for over 20 years!
BOOKS (Verse Chorus Press)
Interviews
Mekons
Waco Brothers
Three Johns
Art Gallery