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Dust-Bin-Ballads

SunShine's Songs Opus 22 numbers 1 - 10 + fin: Dust-Bin-Ballads

SunShine's Songs Opus 22 number 1 : The Dust-Bin-Ballad
SunShine's Songs Opus 22 number 2 : Munchio Dis-ex-desperato's Song
SunShine's Songs Opus 22 number 3 : The Confessions of the Bluesy Black-Eye
SunShine's Songs Opus 22 number 4 : Thief's Knife
SunShine's Songs Opus 22 number 5 : Blasty's Bleeding, Brother
SunShine's Songs Opus 22 number 6 : Hanging or Panging of Poor Sackin Wilsburn?
SunShine's Songs Opus 22 number 7 : La Gloire d'en Hound dog
SunShine's Songs Opus 22 number 8 : The Transfigured Murderer
SunShine's Songs Opus 22 number 9 : The Whaling Ex-Wife and Widow
SunShine's Songs Opus 22 number 10: The Statementing Storyteller's Final Remarks 
SunShine's Songs Opus 22 number 11: Reprise: The Other Dust-Bin-Ballad

 

The Dustbin Ballad

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Slum sweetie now pass the bottle,
Be mine now, no take no nothing,
You know that our hopes some way'll see a day.

They keep us to rot while starving,
Cop-forces still find their work here,
We'll make'em, someday, like our way.

While we're loosing on
There's this backing sun.
When we'll fight it to be
All the alley-cats will sing with me.

Slum sweetie now pass the bottle,
Be mine now, no take no nothing,
You know that our hopes some way'll see a day.

My poppa he stole and cheated,
My momma she hooked and beat me,
Now baby don't change what I know.

These kids here are whores and pigs, dear,
They'll steal anything in sight, dear
Slum sweetheart you know, it's our life:

While we're loosing on
There's this setting sun,
Soon we'll fight it to be
All ye alley-cats now sing with me:

Slum sweetie now pass the bottle,
Be mine now no take no nothing,
You know that our hopes someway'll see today.

Munchio Dis-ex-desperato's Song

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I don't know where to go.
I don't know what to know.
I don't know but I feel so low.
I don't know what to show.

I don't find no way
Then again I don't search, no, oh no.
If I should go astray,
Then they'd blow me off earth, yeah, oh yeah.

Come go down to where we know
Come go down to the good!
Oh no - Oh no!

Come and join us our love will grow
Come on now - O you should!
Oh no - oh no!

There's no sign of what I think born,
Still no rain to water my corn,
It's a windy windle sand-form,
Even not a cyclone's soul-horn.

I don't find no way
Then again I don't search, no, no.
If I should go astray,
Then they'd blow me off earth, yeah, yeah.

I don't know no way!
We shan't try to say.
We don't know no way!
I shan't try to say.

The Confessions of the Bluesy Blackeye

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Ain't got no money
And it ain't coming yet.
Ain't got no money
And it ain't coming yet.
Ain't got no money
And it ain't coming yet.

Ain't got no stuff
And it ain't coming yet.
Ain't got no stuff
And it ain't coming yet.
Ain't got no stuff
And it ain't coming yet.

Ain't got no gal
And she's ain't coming yet.
Ain't got no gal
And she's ain't coming yet.
Ain't got no gal
And she's ain't coming yet.

I'm the singer of that ol'e  refrain
Don't you know that the blues is here to stay?
To stay - to stay!
It'll take you to your dying spot
It'll mend and tie the final knot on you.

Thief's Knife

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`What did'ya pay for y'er knife?', he said
`What did'ya pay for y'er knife?'
`A didn't pay't no thing', I said
`A didn't pay't no thing,'

`A just-a took it from the stand,
A just a-stuck it in the man,
A just a-ran off from the stand an' man,
That's how A got my knife,
That's how A got my knife.

`How do you earn your life', he said
`How do you earn your life'
`A don't  a-earn it no way', I said
`A don't a-earn it no way,'

`A just-a steal what 'A need,
A just a-steal to feed,
A just a-steal what A need to feed
That's how A earn my life.
That's how A earn my life.'

`How do'ya meet ye'r death?', he said,
`How did'ya meet ye'r death?'
`A don't a-meet it no way', I said
`A don't a-meet it no way!'

`A just a-stole it at my birth.
A just a-stole it the church.
A just a-stole it at my birth from the church,
That's how A meet my death,
That's how A met my death!'

Blasty's Bleeding, Brother

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Once upon a time I said
'Name it I will bring it!'
Now you know I turn my head
On those barren bearings.

I didn't stand a chance (chance) (to give it)
I couldn't even try (try - try) (to give it)
You wouldn't mind my lying (lying) (to you)
You didn't stand a chance (chance) (tome).

Now our love don't blow no stroke
Once, you knew, it died down.
Pavement crashed up where it broke
Name me poor old Blasty.

Still, you know, I'm living here
Seeing all around me.
If I cry, they'll still be there
Could I go? All I know:
         I wouldn't stand a chance (chance) (to give it)
        I couldn't even try (try - try) (to give it)
        You wouldn't mind my lying (lying) (to you)
        You didn't stand a chance (chance) (tome).

Once upon a time I said
`Name it I will bring it!'
Now you know I turn my head
On those barren bearings.

(The Hanging or the Panging of the)
Poor Sackin' Wilsburn

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Should I set for the nearest mountain here?

G: On and on I run!
H: Well we're having fun!
G: There's no hiding place!
H: Even not in space!

G: Hide and seek, hide and seek!
H: We will have you when you're weak!
G: I can't ever rest.
H: Well, we'll crush your breast!

H: We're the hunters and the 
Name the beast that you've met.
He'll be lame, we'll reach our aim
Blame us not when he's dead.

G: The hunt goes on,
Goes ever on and on.
The hunt goes on,
Goes ever on and on.

H: Ever on we'll find him
Soon at last we'll bind him,
Shooting blood will blind him
No one here will mind him - dead.

The Transfigured Murderer

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How could I know
That you would fall on the floor
And let your money fall out
Into my hand?

What should I do?
I  had `em buck without you,
And you were gone to that
High promised land!

I didn't know I would get around
Into this mad, mad world.
But then again on my lucky day,
I didn't hear your dying whisper yell away
What did you say - Hi?

I killed an old man
And I don't care
I left him lying dead
On the ground
Now I'm a man of the town
Although I don't get around
To be a man at the town
When I'm circling on down
To the town.

How could I know
That you would fall on the floor
And let your money fall out
Into my hand?

What should I do?
I had 'em buck without you,
And you were gone to that
Highly promised land!

I didn't know I would get around
Into this mad-man world.
But then again on my lucky day,
I didn't hear your dying yell whisper away
What did you say - Ai?

I killed an old man
And I don't care
I left him lying dead
On the ground
Now I'm a man of the town
Although I don't get around
To be a man at the town
When I'm circling on down
To the town.

The Whaling Ex-Wife and Widow

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My man he brought me joy,
He thought he did.
My man he bought me joy,
he thought he did
My man I'm his little toy
He thinks I am,
I am his boat - ship ahoy!
He will sail me all around
Except where my life is bound,
He can't see what I'll be.
    Oh what a drag - Oh what a drag!

 My man he brought me fun,
He thought he did.
My man he bought me fun,
He thought he did.
My man, I'm his little sun
He thinks I am.
I am his wheel, start to run!
He will roll it all around
Except where my life is bound,
He can't see what I'll be.
    Oh what a drag - Oh what a drag!

All the times that I've tried to say,
`Baby listen! Now go away!'
Every time then my mouth got shut
And the stew burned in passion's pot.
Oh what a drag - Oh what a drag!

My man he brought me love,
He thought he did.
My man he bought me love,
He thought he did.
Me man, I'm his little dove,
he thinks I am.
I am his right-handed glove!
He will wear it all around
Except where my love is bound,
He can't see where I'm free.
    Oh what a drag - Oh what a drag!

(The Statementing Storyteller's) Final remarks

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Don't get anywhere around no way.
Don't shut up or even start to say, for me.

Don't get into anything or look.
Don't turn on no nothing's book-hook-hide, for me.

I don't await no dawn.
I don't awake to day.
My angle blow his horn,
Hear he blows this way:

Da da da da
Da da da da da
Da da da da
Da da da da
Da da da da da
Da da da da.
Da da da da da da da!

Don't turn black or red or blank or pale.
Don't assure nor save nor try to fail, for me.
Don't say words you never felt or meant,
Don't play s or come around the bend, for me.

I don't await no dawn.
I don't awake to day.
My angle blow his horn,
Hear he blows this way:

Da da da da
Da da da da da
Da da da da
Da da da da
Da da da da da
Da da da da.
Da da da da da da da!

Reprise: The Other DustBin Ballad

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Papa wore blue. Mama wore red.
Papa wore blue. Mama wore red.

Papa's silhouetted highly darkened there
In the doorway just behind the stair.
The town outside now makes and awful noise
Papa's saying, `You don't have no choice!' - No!
Now them scissors're shining in his hand,
`Pull `em down! now we don't need no man!'
See the blood-shot shooting out so high!
`Now you're mama's darling social-child!'- Yeah!

(Out side of town I get around.
When papa's dead
Momma'll suck my head.
She'll catch the hick-up
When she gets my dick up!

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