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Steel Audrey

by Steel Audrey

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1.
Silver City 04:58
In the bowels of New York City On the eve of the Civil War There was born a Henry McCarty To an Irish woman of lore Henry was a mild mannered child Until the age of fourteen When he laid his mother down From the White Plague Disease [she lies] In Silver City, New Mexico 300 miles south of Santa Fe As a kid they called him Antrim He was a slender seventeen Real quick with a sixgun A gambler and a horse thief He killed Frank "Windy" Cahill A blacksmith by trade He shot him down in a quarrel With an old Colt .38 [he fled] to Silver City, New Mexico 300 miles south of Santa Fe It was winter in Lincoln County The year 1878 When a sheriff named William J. Brady Was shot down in the Lincoln "debate" A notch in a left-handed holster Of one young beardless kid An outlaw, a left-handed cowboy Sentenced to be killed In Silver City, New Mexico 300 miles south of Santa Fe A notch in a left-handed holster, of one young beardless kid The Outlaw, The Left-handed Cowboy... named Billy the Kid
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Beat Up Old Hobo (free) 05:05
When I was a young boy, some lady thought I was a girl She asked my younger sister, "who's your younger sister little girl?" Well I cut my hair that very day, and my daddy taught me how to use a razor blade I grew myself a beard, and when I was fifteen I had it in a braid And by 17 I was headed west, just a hobo on a train I got myself a job pouring concrete on the docks down by the bay When I was a young man, somebody told me I looked stoned He asked me for a hit of it, but I told him "I'm afraid I'm running low" He didn't like the sound of that, so he grabbed my long blonde hair and he told me so! He kicked my ass so bad that day, that I hopped a train and I rode the railroad home By 25 I was headed East, just a beat up hobo on a train But I knew my Ma would take me back if I cut my long blonde hair and got a shave Now I am an old man, but I ain't learned that much at all I got grey hair 'til my shoulders, and my beard has been the cause of many brawls Now my momma, she don't like me. And my daddy always said that I was slow But I blame it on the whiskey, and all those crazy things that got me stoned I've been sober for a year now, but I've been sober for a year before I'm just a beat up old hobo, and that whiskey is my only hope I'm just a beat up old hobo, and that railroad is my only home I'm just a beat up old hobo, a beat up old hobo I'm just a beat up old hobo, a beat up old hobo
3.
Faith of my brother, rely not on sight Be not like the day, be more like the night Give back to others what does not belong Faith of my brother be strong Kiss of my lover, be soft and be sweet Taste not of others, but always of me Be not like the winter, be not like the storm Kiss of my lover be warm Weight of my trespass, weigh not on my heart Or the sin in my veins will tear me apart Just as the darkness evades us at dawn Weight of my trespass be gone Fears of my father and the roots of my fate The dread of the silence and the stains on my blade
4.
Pocketwatch Patrick, you shifty old fox Like a thief in the night I spent my purse on a dream and a girl At dawn she was nowhere in sight Patrick, you be the devil Way down deep in my soul You're the sun in the desert Where only death can grow Pocketwatch Patrick, you dirty old thief You take the leaves from the trees I can't see much through these crowfoot eyes but I see my ghost on the breeze Patrick, you got something You got something of mine You done took all my youth from me You done took all my time Patrick, you be the devil Way down deep in my soul You're the sun in the desert Where only death can grow
5.
There's skills in these bones Skills in these bones But the tendons will not hold I honed these skills on a park bench on top of Sunshine Hill There's skills in these bones Skills in these bones But the tendons will not hold I lost my will when winter came down on Sunshine Hill There's beauty in these bones Beauty in these bones But the interest comes and goes I've had my chances, plenty of glances There's beauty in these bones Beauty in these bones But the interest comes and goes I've lost romances by taking stances There's tension in these bones Tension in these bones Like a mannequin posed to run I'm in transition, and Lord I've been here for a while There's tension in these bones Tension in these bones Like a mannequin posed to run I've been jobless, I've been sidelined for a time There's dreams in these bones Dreams in these bones Kept alive but never told I chased a feeling, came up short on the dealing There's dreams in these bones Dream in these bones Kept alive but never told I've let some go, that I could have caught; I guess we'll never know There's skills in these bones Skills in these bones But the tendons will not hold I honed these skills on a park bench on top of Sunshine Hill I lost my will when winter came down on Sunshine Hill

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released July 3, 2012

All Songs Written by Derek Kehler and performed by Derek Kehler, Rachele Kehler, Krista Lehman and Byron Wiebe

Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Matthew Rogers at Neighbourhood Productions, Vancouver

Additional Musicians: Matthew Rogers - Drums, bass, stringed instruments, percussion

Mastered by Harris Newman at Grey Market Mastering

Illustrated and Designed by Andrea Armstrong


© Steel Audrey 2012 All Rights Reserved
All Songs MAPL


We acknowledge the financial support of the Government of Canada through the Department of Canadian Heritage (Canada Music Fund) and of Canada's Private Radio Broadcasters.

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Steel Audrey Vancouver, British Columbia

Steel Audrey is a country-folk artist with a “rustic, old world sound packaged inside the cargo car of a freight train...” (Songoid). His ability to tell a story through song is reminiscent of Kristofferson, Dylan and Springsteen. His blue-collar origins are evident in both narrative and delivery .."extra powerful and raspy... It’s not a pretty picture, but then, life never is.” (Greyowl Point) ... more

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