Another Wisdom


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Lyrics

The Station

Dreams are born on the faces
In the hands inside the pockets
Screamin' like a rocket
Here in the station 

Desperate dirty winos
Skin and bones of widows
The crippled, lonely, heartbroke
Here in the station, here in the station 

    Life's taken all they've done
    Left ev'rything they hope to do
    And given 'em a place here in the station 

Well-read drugstore whores
Smilin' shufflin' through the doors
Dimes and nickles for their chores
Here in the station 

Damn two bit nineball hustlers
Poolhalls in their eyeballs
Hittin' on restless teenage mothers
Here in the station, here in the station 

    Life's taken all they've done
    Left ev'rything they hope to do
    And given 'em a place here in the station 

The clock strikes down to seconds
The gates open to floodin' 
The hours come to reckon
Here's a twenty 

 (Repeat lst verse) 

 (Chorus) 


Malcolm Holcombe © 1993, Purple Girl Music/BMI 

 

Bring The Water On Down

Hey good Jesse Schucky's comin' around
Take care upon the mountain
Bring her water on down poor boy
Bring her water on down 

Hey Cap'n Jackson steerin' in good time
Forgivin' not forgotten
Saved a daughter found poor boy
Saved a daughter found 

    One golden ring I may not drown
    In a river smart so pretty
    For a fever's breakin' softer ground
    In shiny eyes sure fittin'

    Bring her water on down poor boy
    Bring her water on down 

Hey dear Mama leathers pullin'thread
The northern lochs are soundin' 
Bringin' the water on down poor boy
Bringin' the water on down 

 (Chorus) 

Hey good Jesse hold on to the hills
He gives us to the mountains
Bringin'the water on down poor boy
He brings the water on down 

 (Chorus) 

Poor boy he brings the water on down 


Malcolm Holcombe © 1994, Purple Girl Music/BMI

 


Woman Missin'

You can slam that telephone way on down
Cut your ears off to the ground
You can put your foot right through the floor
She ain't out of the picture no more

Tell that bastard it's a very fast world
And you ain't worried 'bout growin' old
You love her like a diamond in your breast
She sparkles the blood flowin' through your head 

    You gotta woman missin' 
    But she ain't missin' you
    You gotta woman missin', hey mister
    She ain't out of the picture 

It's a personal private serious fact
The grapes of wrath swallowed up your past
It might take a quarter or ninety-nine years
For a good soft heart from deserted tears 

    You gotta woman missin' 
    But she ain't missin' you
    You gotta woman missin', hey mister
    She ain't out of the picture
    She ain't out of the picture
    She ain't out of the picture 

You can slam that telephone way on down
Cut your ears off to the ground
You can put your foot right through the floor
She ain't out of the picture no more 

 (Chorus) 


Malcolm Holcombe © 1994, Purple Girl Music/BMI

 


Love Abides

I was born in the southern hills
A ways from town
I was raised to love only one to call my wife
To sleep beside at night
And wake up right by her side 

    Oh Mary, love abides
    Oh Mary, love abides 

I grew up in that ol' city
Ways were different
A lonesome fills my every night
Emptiness by my side 

    Oh Mary, love abides
    Oh Mary, love abides 

I will die turn into dust
A ways from town
My past is old and black as Gunga Din
Her mem'ry's sweet and young as Magdelene 

    Oh Mary, love abides
    Oh Mary, love abides 

 (Repeat Chorus)


Malcolm Holcombe © 1993, Purple Girl Music/BMI

 


Mister In Morgantown

Go on an' hand 'em to me good buddy o' mine
We're cruisin' with the blues an' the cufflinks shinin' 
Turn loose o' yo' belt an' pull into my face
Hard up the elevator to the perculator place 

Go on an' pace yourself slammin' everyone else' 
One eye watchin' always one cigarette left
Hingin' on the door you can find myself
Slung up tight as a tick on a mongrel in Morgantown 

    I'm sorry, thank you
    Yes sir, It's mister in Morgantown 

Same ol' tales about squealin' and bleedin' 
Blame some ol' man starin' atcha in the TV
I got locked up brakes in a system overheatin' 
Drivin' too fast off a road o' good reason 

    I'm sorry, thank you
    Yes sir, It's mister in Morgantown 

    Welcome to Morgantown my friends
    The population's agravatin' plenty 'round here
    Straighten yo' jacket look down an' whisper
    Yes sir, it's mister in Morgantown 

Now lemme use the phone I know a phony talkin' man
He digs in the woods for food an' gonna cover me good
I know a party downtown an' I don't need no jacket
Turn loose o' the blues an' the cufflinks shinin' 

    But no I'm sorry, thank you
    Yes sir, it's mister in Morgantown 

Straighten yo' jacket look down an' whisper
Yes sir, it's mister in Morgantown

    I'm sorry, thank you
    Yes sir, it's mister in Morgantown 


Malcolm Holcombe © 1993, Purple Girl Music/BMI 

 


Another Wisdom 

Huburt worked irregular
Danny jacked him in the juggler street
The boy's knifin' strikin' back
Now a nervous crowbar rachetjaw

Behind a barn down in the weeds
He found a clue in a block o' haystacks
Divin' for pearls all made o' tin
Dumb old luck buried eighteen years 

    Who really knows about dumb old luck
    Who really cares about thinkin' out loud
    It ain't supposin' for me to be wantin' 
    Another wisdom not my own

Now every move a man's resisted
Bagged his groceries for local calls
Huburt talked about hearin' toys
Danny spittin' tears through the noise 

 (Chorus)

I've taken my turn at workin' 
A speck o' thought swept up in a can
Hubert worked irregular
Danny's rich in the tears through the noise 

 (Chorus)
 (Chorus)

Another wisdom not my own
Another wisdom not my own...


Malcolm Holcombe © 1993, Purple Girl Music /BMI

 


Sleepy Town

When the sun goes down
And the street lights come on
And the moon begins to rise
I look at you in your Mama's arms
She's rockin' you to sleepy town
Mama's rockin' you to sleepy town 

You've got one eye open
And the other half closed
You don't wanna miss a thing
A half a smile but you're mostly yawnin' 
It's time to go to sleepy town
It's time to go to sleepy town 

    Sleepy town is just a dream away
    A make-believe place where you can play
    Close your eyes and let me lay you down
    It's time to go to sleepy town
    It's time to go to sleepy town 

There's cars and trucks and airplanes
Baby dolls and playmates too
Hey you can even ride on a merry-go-round
When you go to sleepy town
It's time to go to sleepy town 

    Sleepy town is just a dream away
    A make-believe place where you can play
    Close your eyes and let me lay you down
    It's time to go to sleepy town
    It's time to go to sleepy town 

Dogs and cats go to sleepy town
Your pet hamster put him to sleepy town
It's time to go to sleepy town
It's time to go to sleepy town


Malcolm Holcombe © 1993, Purple Girl Music/BMI

 


Marvelene's Kitchen

Marvelene's got her apron on
She put up her rings and the woodstove's hot
Go on and gitcha another cup of coffee
We'll gossip just a little, brag about great grandchildren 

    Umm good things are cookin' 
    In Marvelene's kitchen
    In Marvelene's kitchen 

Man oh man what a sight to smell
All them homegrown veg'tables
Help yourself there's plenty left
Praise the Lord, pass that good cornbread
I heard somebody say Amen 

    Good things are cookin' 
    In Marvelene's kitchen
    In Marvelene's kitchen

Chew and spit and take your fits on the backporch
Leave your screamin' and your shoutin' outside
Put your politics down the hall in that parlour
'Cause she's fixin' up some real good times 

    Umm good things are cookin' 
    In Marvelene's kitchen
    In Marvelene's kitchen 

 (Bridge)

 (Chorus)

 (Bridge)

 (Chorus)

Well we might as well join 'em friends
Nobody here can lick 'em when
Good things are cookin'
In Marvelene's kitchen

 (Chorus)


Malcolm Holcombe © 1993, Purple Girl Music/BMI

 


Who Carried You

From a cajun diner to Carolina
Sick in the mornin' to see the town doctor
Life and Agatha Christie in a Trailway
Back from New Orleans
Who dunnit, who carried you 

From the church yard to the liquor store
From the clothes line clean out the door
Life and Agatha Christie in a trailway
Back from New Orleans
Who dunnit, who carried you 

    Thelma Marie, three boys love Pearl and Gene
    From fifty-nine to heaven
    Left thirty-seven years oh Lord
    Who dunnit, who carried you 

Remember sittin' on a lap
Smellin' Listerine in black and white
Might be a Fada TV, or a Fleetline to the A&P
Who dunnit, who carried you 

    Thelma Marie, three boys love Pearl and Gene
    From fifty-nine to heaven
    Left thirty-seven years oh Lord
    Who dunnit, who carried you 

From a cajun diner to Carolina
Sick in the mornin' to see the town doctor
Life and Agatha Christie in a trailway
Back from New Orleans
Who dunnit, who carried you 


Malcolm Holcombe © 1993, Purple Girl Music/BMI

 


Captured By Paradise 

She's the only one I call on in my time of distress
Slippin' through my fingers in her whitewater dress
Her golden lipstick poisoned me so gently in the night
I been captured by paradise 

A maiden voyage of dreamin' on has stowed away my youth
Sailin' to my destiny on one drop of truth
Crystal clear memories splashes warm on my mind
I been captured by paradise 

    Deeper and deeper I am fallin' in love
    Closer and closer she and I become
    No! I can't live without her just look in my eyes
    I been captured by paradise 

Shipwrecks of ol' pirates who have failed on her shores
Crashin' in the waves of her cool black heart
Her lovers they outnumber me in mournin' she' gone
I been capture by paradise 

 (Chorus) 

Now I'm buried in this sea still alive in distress
Slippin' through my breathin' in my coffin o' flesh
Her golden lipstick poisoned me so gently in the night
I been captured by paradise 

 (Chorus)

 (Chorus) 


Malcolm Holcombe © 1993, Purple Girl Music/BMI

 


Grace In Sand 

Hush my mouth oh mind my heart
Open shades o' gray
Work my hands holdin' face
Steadfast by grace in sand 

Rags on a bush turnin' the ground
Rollin' steep but still
Precious days shine in place
Steadfast by grace in sand 

Those came undone are plenty now
Fallin' under hardened
Showin' shaky tongues in hand
Steadfast by grace in sand 

    Songs out of love not long enough
    Borne a wounded son
    Livin' for goodness sakes he stands
    Steadfast by grace in sand 

Now pictures tell the strength of ten
Where breakin' backs have been
Knowin' the chains over pain
Steadfast by grace in sand 

 (Chorus)

I know a shameful lazy man
Better than he knows me
But I must confess one witness heard
One man kind thoughtful word 

 (Chorus)

Hush my mouth oh mind my heart
Open shades o' gray...


Malcolm Holcombe © 1993, Purple Girl Music/BMI