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Howling at the Moon

by The Bushburys

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RAINY NIGHTS IN BIRMINGHAM Rainy nights in winter, always get me down Sitting by the window, staring at the ground Wind is howling in the trees , I can’t bear the sound Of no more rainy nights in Birmingham , they always get me down But I ain’t leaving this old town There’s something about these dirty streets that makes me stand my ground I ain’t grieving , the weathers fine No more rainy nights in Birmingham I know the sun gonna shine If I could paint the weather , I ’d surely paint the sun To rise up every morning and to set when the day is done Be no clouds to gather up my body when I’m gone Lay me down in Birmingham where I can feel the sun Before the morning come But I ain’t leaving this old town There’s something about these dirty streets that makes me stand my ground I ain’t grieving , the weathers fine No more rainy nights in Birmingham I know the sun gonna shine
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Ghostrain 07:21
GHOST TRAIN Two hundred tons of heavy steel Lincoln sits behind the wheel Georgie boy is picking up steam Franklin sits and sleeps to dream Custer made his final stand Against Sitting Bull on sacred land Jim and Davey fought back to back Lee and Sherman ain’t ever coming back Guess there ain’t no heroes Like the way they used to be Riding on the Ghost Train Down the road to history There’s Martin Luther and the king Heard Buddy and the big Boppa sing Said hello to brother Jack Young James Dean is burning up the track Judy wore her dancing shoes Muddy played and sang the blues And the Babe is on his final home run Norma Jean is dead and gone Guess there ain’t no heroes Like the way they used to be Riding on the Ghost Train Down the road to history
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RAGE JOHNNY RAGE Johnny was a gambler He could deal a hand at cards With the quickfire slip of a mechanics grip He could steal the queen of Hearts Magician and a writer a poet and a thinker too His words are like the the shining path The things he says he’ll do Johnny was a stranger and he had a crazy dream Of a world outside your vision where no hunger and no greed No government and no politics No religion and no war No heaven and no hell these things we all keep fighting for Johnny had a revelation He dealt himself a lifelong plan and his words are full of vision for an ordinary man A boxer and a fighter Pulls no punches and he’s brave Gonna rage about the future of all man kind From the cradle to the grave We met out on long island “Tween the Devil and the Deep Blue sea I was just a travelling man Oh a wandering wild and free He and I’d go out drinking nights in downtown city bars and we’d talk about the world and he would rage As we travelled on the subway cars On the church steps after midnight Where the angels fall from grace We’d be drunk as Lords and ramblin’ on ‘bout the speed of the human race He’d say your life is for the living boy “you’ve got seventy years or more” Gotta seize the day and realize What you’ve been put here for. We’re the nuclear generation , we’re all veterans of cold war Of oh so comforting newspeak, of a military metaphor We are the peoples revolution the enemy from within And the worlds a sinking ship in a storm, I’m a passenger and I can’t swim So be a boxer and a fighter, pull no punches and be brave And rage about the future of all man kind From the cradle to the grave.
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HOWLING AT THE MOON On the warm Blackwater side Endless traffic on a roaring water ride Kissing boats and waving masts Every flag is painted colours like the past And I’m howling at the moon Still trying to sing that perfect tune Walking barefoot on the fire Like a bird upon a wire In the morning when we rise Float on scented clouds on wings of butterflies High on a hill above the town watching sunlit shadows racing o’er the ground And I’m howling at the moon Still trying to sing that perfect tune Walking barefoot on the fire Like a bird upon a wire
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Sweet Lilly 03:51
SWEET LILLIE Many paths how the lines they trace Etched and worn upon your face Many stories but words can’t find Tell me , oh sweet lillie , what’s on your mind Memories fade like your photograph See you smile and hear you laugh Your beauty captured for all of time Oh sweet Lillie what’s on your mind Hope some kind of peace you’ll find Way down deep within your mind Do you wander both far and wide Tell me , oh sweet Lillie what’s on your mind Oh sweet Lillie , what’s on your mind
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ALL FOR THE LOVE OF YOU Like the sea the sky was blue Bird of paradise when down she flew On silver wings to carry me Where sweet waters meet thats where I’ll be Singing , all for the love of you All for the love of you Like a flower within your hand Every single grain of golden sand As a leaf upon a tree Falling gently down to where I’ll be Singing , all for the love of you All for the love of you
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Travelling 05:16
TRAVELLING You and I we are bound together by fate and circumstance On a ship we are sailing by on a journey of romance Many seasons and many reasons we’ve gone our separate ways Now we’re yearning to be returning to find our childhood days Not for the grieving no nor for the leaving But faith in the future and love in the past That we travel together through all kinds of weather till finally we found all our sorrows are drowned In that old familiar ground we once knew Travel on , down that road again All these days they are filled with haze and the memories fade from view Things I missed and I surely wished I knew everything that now I do all those years and so many tears are not shed or cried in vain Full circles turn and yeah how I learn and relearn everything once again Not for the grieving no nor for the leaving But faith in the future and love in the past That we travel together through all kinds of weather till finally we found all our sorrows are drowned In that old familiar ground we once knew Travel on , down that road again
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YOUR NOT MY BROTHER I know your face I don’t recognise The way you look through your haunted eyes Hard to remember I once knew you name My how you’ve changed your just not the same Your innocence fades with every passing year So full of hatred and anger and fear Can’t love your children and not love mine You’re not my brother if you don’t know why you’re not my brother don’t you come round here you’re uninvited just you disappear you bring your prejudice I’ll show you my door you’re not my brother your not welcome no more You see no beauty in this holy place ain’t go no soul and no human face Your childish spirit that I loved so much is gone Your not my bother I don’t know who you’ve become you’re always fighting I never know what you’re fighting for Every days a battle and your life becomes a war you’re always taking you never know how much to give Have you forgotten how to live and let live
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REBECCA’S HEART Been on my best behaviour Got a reference from the board Just need a break in this old town Some respect would do me good Got a job behind a bar Worked hard for my one night off I asked out Rebecca the landlord’s sister He hit me I didn’t get up On the road looking non too smart Trying to win Rebecca’s heart But her family won’t have not unless they can change me Giving me another start skin got burned as my heart yearned For the daughter of my gaffer But he hated my guts and when the shift was up He kicked away my ladder Her mother had the nature Of a rattlesnake in a pit Saw us kissing at a secret meeting Attacked me with a whip Time went by had to try The approach the family required So I walked to town got a Hobo’s loan And a suit I swiftly hired Had the look and a settled job Had an invite to dine at eight I poisoned her brother and father and her mother Now she visits me everyday Back in the clink didn't act too smart When I won Rebecca’s heart But I get to see her and her family ain’t here the soup it finished them off
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END OF THE DAY As I was walking, on holy mountain Sun it was falling, into the sea The flames they were rising, O’er the horizon, Kissing the clouds, sunsets on fire And the whispering winds sighing Birds softly crying As born of the twilight Those shadows they play The Ghosts they are walking The Gods they are talking The spirits are calling At the end of the day Full moon a rising, I sat until morning Counting the stars, how brightly they shine The world it lies sleeping, under the starlight Its secrets for keeping, safe until dawn With a fire gently burning To light up the evening I sat until sunrise To greet the new day The Ghosts they are walking The Gods they are talking The spirits are calling At the end of the day

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Recorded live at The Robin , Merry Hill 1999

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released April 15, 2019

Mickey Barker Drums
Busby Bywater Bass
Gerry Smith Piano / accordion
Lucy Hill Fiddle
Paul Hodson Mandolin / vox
Eddy Morton Gtr/ vox

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Eddy Morton Stourbridge, UK

As the founder member of The New Bushbury Mountain Daredevils Eddy Morton toured the UK and Europe constantly for eleven years releasing 8 albums During which time the band appeared at every major Folk/Roots Festival in the UK and Europe including Cambridge, Cropredy, Skagen, Guildford, Dranouter, The Badentreffen and many more. His latest solo release Rainbow Man is available on iTunes ... more

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