Whistle Stop 7"

by Tom Adamson & The Texarkana Two

supported by
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

      $2 USD  or more

     

1.
2.

credits

released November 14, 2012

Tom Adamson - vocal/guitar/organ
Steve Trathen - bass
Jason Monroe - drums
All Songs by Tom Adamson
Engineered and Produced by Jeremey Michaelis
at 7Spin Studios, Valparaiso, IN

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

Tom Adamson Sewanee, Tennessee

Tom fell in love with music in the womb and picked up the guitar when he was 17 years old.

contact / help

Contact Tom Adamson

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Track Name: Charlie's Step-father was a Vicar
Charlie was Ethel's Baby, he was kinda chubby, baby Charlie
Charlie was a kid in the'20s, gave it up in the '30s, but never went to war

I wear this high high collar not to look down on you, but to keep my head on straight
and when I turn and face the high high altar, i'm not turning my back on you, i'm thinking of us all

I know you hate me cos you think I'm just a man who stole your mother from you, Charlie

Charlie, there's a dog in outer-space and I see tear track on your young wife's face
She lost a brother to a stray bombshell, so you can't console her? where's your Father Charlie?

I know you hate it, but I'm more than the man who's living with your mother, Charlie

something grabs ahold of your belly, it's grip is familiar, but the hand is alien
i know you can never call me father. but you know you got one, you a true son.

I know you hate me cos you think I'm just a man who stole your mother from you, Charlie
I know you hate it, but I'm more than the man who's sleeping with your mother, Charlie

Charlie…Charlie…Charlie...
Track Name: Whistling Past the Graveyard
here we come, here we go
waltzing back, to and fro
all over all the globe
whistling past the graveyard

track suits and track pants
sweat shirts and sweat bands
big hips and big hands
whistling past the graveyard

ba ba ba ba
ba ba ba ba
ba ba ba ba
whistling past the graveyard

pay the bills, pay the man
stare sometime add a friend
pile rocks on the sand
whistling past the grave yard

maybe i could go where kelley darlin has been
i could come back in a robe of kelley green
i'd be brought low, but what would it hurt?
face down in the carpet, teeth free from dirt

buy it!
burn it!
trash it!
graveyard graveyard