Published by Nobby Knape (Mekons Homepage) Gravestone EP Jon Langford 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 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 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Mail to Nobby] [Go to the top]