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| The Walkabouts is an American rock band formed in Seattle in 1984.Michael Wells, Glenn Slater and Terri Moeller.Their sound is typically rich, with string arrangements and keyboards in addition to the standard rock instruments.The Walkabouts have achieved commercial success and a strong fanbase in Europe, where they have done promotion and extensive touring since early 1990s.The band took their name from the cult Nicolas Roeg film, Walkabout.Curt Eckman then left the band, to be replaced by Michael Wells.Bone (1990), and Scavenger (1991).Satisfied Mind was their first of several albums largely or wholly comprising songs originally written and recorded by an eclectic variety of other artists, including Nick Cave, Charlie Rich, Johnny Rivers, Patti Smith, Mary Margaret O'Hara, and Gene Clark.Eckman has worked with Willard Grant Conspiracy in recent years, on the albums Regard The End and Let It Roll, as well as with The Bambi Molesters.Terri Moeller has also formed The Transmissionary Six with Paul Austin, formerly of Willard Grant Conspiracy.Official bootlegs
Lists of official bootlegs sold through mail order or sold at concerts.All text is available under the terms of the GNU Free Documentation License.See Copyrights for details.Carla Torgerson, a veteran of folk and street
singing.Walkabouts released the EP 22
Disasters a year later.Instead, the group offered See Beautiful
Rattlesnake Garden in 1988, which not only marked the continued maturity
of Eckman and Torgerson's songwriting but also earned the Walkabouts a
contract with the fledgling Sub Pop label.Sub Pop's American division went sour, the label's
European division, Glitterhouse, hung on to the Walkabouts, where the
band's following had been steadily growing.Fair maid
Will you marry me?Or if he's drowned
In the dark salt sea
I'll be true
To his memory.This rotten tree will never grow
This rotten tree .Don't turn for pleasure
It's turning deeper (?Don't turn for pleasure
It's turning deeper (?And the only gold you'll find there
Are caps on these two feet.Better graves than ditches
On this we will agree
There is good earth on the west bank
Good nails and rope and pine
You can picnic at the Cataract
Or paddle to the shore
But you'll join the diggin' party
Just like you did before.Drille
Terriers
Every morn at sven o'clock
There's twenty terriers drilling on the rock
And the boss comes round and he says to the (?And drille terriers, drille.Drille terriers, drille
For it's work all day
For the sugar in your tea
Down behind the railway
And drille terriers, drille
Now our boss is Jim McCann
My guardian's the (??You were docked for the time
You spent up in the sky.The Anvil
Song
Lose your coat and roll your sleeves
This is demolition time
Inventions full of spit and blood
With blinders for the faint of heart
Fortune's ashes crowd this map
But if I lose, well I don't care
As long as I get good and gone
Let the anvil break
Steal door lies into a whisper
Now who can wait for the perfect fit
I'm hearing the anvil sing
I'm hearing the anvil sing
Machine he took a picture of
Of himself for children's walls
For forty miles the word went out
That he would someday drown us all
Deep inside this vodka clear
But if I lose then I don't care
As long as I get good and gone
Let the anvil break
Steal door lies into a whisper
Now who can wait for the perfect fit
I'm hearing the anvil sing
I'm hearing the anvil sing
Let the anvil break
Steal door lies into a whisper
This is demolition time
And if I lose, well I don't care
I'm hearing the anvil sing
I'm hearing the anvil sing
Ahead of
the Storm
Gotta trust my name
No fork in my tongue
Gotta trust my name
Never saw it blow
Never saw it blow
The clouds rained money
Never saw it blow
The clouds rained money
Never saw it blow
Shoulda locked my jaw
The words are devils
Shoulda locked my jaw
It wasn't what I saw
It wasn't what I saw
Their barrels pointing
Wasn't what I saw
Their barrels pointing
Wasn't what I saw
Ahead of the storm
Is where I belong
Ahead of the storm
With thunder laughing
Gotta trust my name
But it can't be done
Gotta trust my name
But it can't be done
The clouds rained money
Never saw it blow
The clouds rained money
Never saw it blow
Ahead of the storm
Is where I belong
Ahead of the storm
With thunder laughing
On and on and on...Got more strength than weakness
Got the strength to tell this lie.You could all but disappear
At the drunk electric show.His heart hung with his song
And his train rolled along
Black smoke was pouring from his stack
His headlight it seemed
To brighten his dream
Of tomorrow, when he'd be coming back
Well he sped round the hill
And his brave heart stood still
A headlight flashing in his face
He threw only air
And he murmured a prayer
'Cause he knew this would be his final race
(The crash...Clancy
If you're ready and the creek don't rise
If you're ready with the furnace full
Trees were shakin' and the break was good
Finally lost him in the neck of the woods
If you're ready and the creek don't rise
Mr.Clancy took his hand to you
But I'm not waiting just to prove it's true
If you're ready and the creek don't rise
There's something you must do
With head turned off and you knew (?Is the whole world big enough, for the wicked and the few ?You will be somebody's treasure,
But no one has discovered you yet.To break it down gently
To wash it down slow
Goin' straight to the bottom
With a mind .Long time here X2
I'll keep you around
Holding this ground
I'll keep you a long .One verse of the original is left out.If I had his money, I could do things my way?Down here everyone says that the River People don't
really belong here.People want your business and little more
I've watched shadows lengthen from a closed door.Mountains wide, nothing is clearer to the River People than what the others try and hide.You spoke, pushed your chair back at the meeting and I could tell that you were petrified.Shelter for an evening, shelter for the rain
Just for tonight, you'll never see me again
I'm wounded, oh baby, cant you see?Must be called love
Why would you go
And give me to cry?So tell me, are you gonna stay now?Would you stand by me, all the way now?There's a big house down in Wilkeson, where you can dance on tabletops.There's a card room in the back, where you can dance on tabletops.Take my savings and my ring
And buy yourself somethin' to wear.The bus rolls out of here at five,
They'll still be up when you get there.Wilkeson, you tell 'em that I'll be back soon.You'd better light a fire, underneath yourself,
You'd better light a fire, right here where it counts,
You'd better light a fire, you'd best believe the warning,
You'd better light a fire, this is your good luck morning.This is your good luck day,
This is your good luck charm,
They'll try to do you right,
Won't ever do you harm,
You'd better light a fire, you'd best believe the warning,
You'd better light a fire, this is your good luck.Firetrap
Come back in the winter,
Won't steal away too long.Got Jesus in my pocket
And matches in my coat.From the trees upon the hill top,
I'll watch the old house close.The newspaper and TV fools came trudging 'cross our fields.Said the shots that killed my brother came from his own hand.But that don't explain the tire tracks that came down from your house.To make it look like suicide had always been your plan.Now I wanna burn, I wanna burn,
Not only you can burn.And it belongs to me now,
Right or wrong,
I'll come back in the winter,
On a trail of no remorse.And no one in your family, will talk of me again.Now I wanna burn, I wanna burn,
Not only you can burn.And it belongs to me now,
Right or wrong.Bordertown
I can sleep it off,
Sleep it back to sleep,
I can be most anything I want.The north side of the moon.Down here only rich men lose their shirts.And John Law wakes to sweep,
The morning off the street,
But no one cares if he has done his job.And postcards never came,
From race tracks by the sea.You are still my lucky thing.Bordertown,
There's been an accident in Bordertown.Bordertown,
I am your accident in Bordertown.Coyotes stirs the drinks,
And drives his stolen jeep,
And drives the kingsnake to its happy hole.Bordertown,
There's been an accident in Bordertown.Down here only taxi drivers know my name.Feeling No Pain
Will you crash the engine of our ruin?Who'll spill the flat cars of our shame?You can call in sick, no need to fear the morning.You will drink by numbers, I will drink by faith.Can you still prescribe,
The remedies and lies,
'Til we feel no pain?X2
Porchlights shattered, but the veins still glow here.Met you in a bar, out by the switchin' yard.My best attempts, can only knock you down here.You should wear this badge, or wear nothin' at all.Can you help explain,
The senseless and the vain,
'Til the vial's empty?X4
Will you crash the engine of our ruin?Old Crow
Now all of us knew Old Crow as the patron drinker's
curse.Nobody knew where he came from,
And nobody cared to ask.Billy said it came from the murdered father of the bride.Crow had worked their orchard land, until the night he did his crime.X2
Night heat chokes the valley,
Hiss of anger travels far.X4
Gave Old Crow a quarter, asked him if he was the man.That Billy Sunday said he was, and Old Crow grabbed my hand.Orchard girl and to protect her I have lied.Cause Billy Sunday robbed it blind.And at night I can hear the lockjaw,
And the swagger of the devil's tongue.And that's the one good reason left to give.Geneva took the kids back home,
Never heard from her again.Never to believe what I cannot live.And that we've gone beyond our reckoning.And there behind the laundry house, was Geneva in a car
She opened the front door and shouted to the night.Shouted soon we'll have our reckoning.Gravel
The sky is always heavy here,
And the mules they roam in packs.And fear don't ever come out alone.Cause the first choice wasn't right.And some Army water from a can,
Left over from the tests.There are lights out there but they do not seem close.One for every day we missed.Lizards blinded by the center line.Til the blood runs clear.If we don't regret, it means we never pushed this far.Cut it deep, then cut it wide.Til the blood runs clear.Hole in the Mountain
Carved your name on the numbering hill,
Now it looks on the town with the promise to kill everything.We lit this valley with atomic power,
But the lights went down in the closing hour yesterday.No this ain't the end of the world.But I'm sure you'll find it waitin' its turn close to here.All that's left is the salvage we brought,
Soon we won't recognize the things that we got, close to here.Sayin' we had better save what we can save.Oh no,
Oh no, hole in the mountain.Take it back while there's somethin' to take back.Shake the cans 'til the crows go flyin'.This recklessness might kill you,
But I know you would miss it if it died.This recklessness is not a curse,
It's just the old convictions runnin' out of time.Pass me on over,
Let it pass me by.Take all our money,
but ya know we'll never quit.Pass me on over,
But don't pass,
Me back to this.Birds on empty watertowers,
Owned it all but did not own a thing.Pass me on over,
Let it pass me by.Pass me on over,
But don't pass,
Me back to this.Up in the Graveyard
The graveyard sits by the Prescott mill.But no one makes a funeral wait,
So they dressed him up in his wedding clothes,
And buried him by the mill,
In the place he said he'd never stay.All you gotta do, is look around.You can change the darkness
Into somethin' proud.But up in the graveyard,
Some things never change.Came back stateside,
Tried to set things right.With a pick and a shovel
I started turning over stones.Just past midnight
I got cornered by some lights.The sheriff put on the handcuffs.All you gotta do, is look around.You can change the darkness
Into somethin' proud.Another ten, just ready to go.But the ground there don't rest easy,
'Cause he won't let it rest that way.You can bury deep, but you won't forget.Even if you want to be left,
Up in the graveyard
Where some things never change.You can change the darkness
Into somethin' proud.Some things never change.X3
Promised
Promise me my soul to keep.And promise me you'll never sleep.Point no point to wish me well.Promise me there's no denying,
And you will stop to wish me well.Promise me it'll all get done.Promise me you'll turn away first,
And promise me you won't turn back.Oh promise me
You won't make these promises.With calloused hands we forged this hammer,
Broke these rocks into equal parts.Sent the sparks, flyin' off the handle.Never were the main event,
Always played the sideshow tent.The drunken cowards came to look us over.There is somethin' cruel about this,
But I know hopeful it's not far behind.X2
watched the city ..."Are you sure you want to block this user?It's just little me who thought that we need the walkabouts music here."Are you sure you want to delete this comment?"Black Henbane celebrates this anniversary with a new song.It's a setting of John Donne's famous poem "A Valediction: Forbidden Mourning".Just dropping by to let my top friends and their friends know that I've put a new song up on my profile.Probably my last song before Xmas.The Walkabouts are all things amazing.Thx 4 that wonderful music that u r playing.Looking forward to seeing you in Athens!!Greetings from Porto (Portugal).Thanks for adding Deeper Waters Records and best wishes.Dear visitor of the Walkabouts page: Help saving lives in Darfur !!!Write to your Senators and Representatives!Thank you so much for the add!This could be an attempt to steal your username and password.This is not a MySpace login page, please do not enter your MySpace login information (email address or password).Do you wish to continue your form submission?"Create the "superb live" playlist featuring the most influential artists of modern music performing their finest songs live.On the Beach is a song by Neil Young from the record of the same name which is amazingly covered by Chris and Carla and The Walkabouts.There are actually 2 live versions of this song that exist.The first, electric, live in studio, done by The Walkabouts that can be found on the Death Valley Days compilation.It made me discover the Walkabouts and I have been a huge fan since.Definitely the most underrated Band of our generation.The second version is acoustic and is performed by The Walkabouts leading members, Chris and Carla.As I was getting the website link, I learned they will release their third LP in January.All My Little Words (Live MP...All Rights Reserved
ARTISTdirect is a federally registered service mark of ARTISTdirect, Inc.The "A with the arrow logo" is a service mark of ARTISTdirect, Inc.This video has been added to your favorites.This video will appear on your blog shortly.There may be significant legal penalties for false notices.Thank you for sharing your concerns.In order to process a privacy complaint we need more information from you.Please refer to our Help Center for more information and the form to submit.This song is the true highlight of the Sub Pop 200 compilation.The code changes based on your selection.The goal is to create a safe and beneficial environment for students, visitors and all Boulder residents.The walkabouts are scheduled to take place on Wednesday, Aug."Bud" Peterson, Athletic Director Mike Bohn and City Manager Frank Bruno."Our goal is for students to see us as allies they can turn to in times of need and not as adversaries," said Wegscheider, who has been overseeing the Hill patrols for the past two years.The department also has liaisons who work with establishments that serve alcohol to get as much information as possible about any special events that might draw young people to the neighborhood, Wegscheider said.Korbelik said the walkabouts, increased police presence and other preventive efforts have helped reduce complaints, improved the city's image and have kept students on the right track during their formative college years."We want to walk the talk by reaching out to students before disruptive situations occur." |
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