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"A great sounding, traditional
feeling record that colors outside the lines"
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Bass Player Magazine - US


'Blue Trash' 2003

 


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Blue Trash 6:29

Train Done Gone 4:30

The Massey Ferguson Blues 3:51

You Don't Care 3:46

Burning Through Time 4:46

Garbage Man Blues 3:17

Where Did The Money Go? 3:01

Oklahoma Stardust Blues 3:35

Junk Mail Blues 3:23

Too Much Trouble 2:54

Seven Little Words 4:12

Grampa Was A Moonshiner 5:41

Waitin' For The Wind 6:00

Layin' Down Lincolns 5:27

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Lyrics

 

Blue Trash

Lyrics & Music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - lead vocals - Lowden baritone guitar - harmonica
Constance - backing vocals - washboard
Maurice - Udu drum

 

You can take your trash from a trailer
You can take you trash to the street
You can take all your trash to the big city dump
mmm … but you can't take it out of me

So let me be, who I am
Just a lonely boy from a little town near Birmingham
I got the Blues so bad, but the Blues don't want me
I'm just a lonely boy who I am, let me be

They try and keep you in a little box
Then say they've lost the key
Well no box is strong enough for my imagination
No they can't take that away from me

So let me be, left alone
Just a lonely boy from a southern town that was my home
I got the Blues so bad, but the Blues don't want me
I'm just a lonely boy who I am, let me be

They say ‘Boy, you can't play the blues'
Like they're on some kind of throne
Well I ain't tryin' to play nobody else's way
mmm… I just workin' on my own

So let me be, with all my might
Just a lonely boy who moved around all his life
I got the blues……..so bad
And now they've got me
I'm just a lonely boy who I am, so let me be

 

Train Done Gone

Lyrics by Ben Tyzack, Music by Spikedrivers
Ben - lead vocals - Lowden baritone guitar
Constance - bass - washboard - backing vocals - bells
Maurice - drums - percussion - backing vocals - bells

Got me a ticket….oh yea
Got me a ticket….oh yea
Got me a ticket….oh yea
People keep a comin ' but the train done gone…

I wake in the mornin' and pray to the world I see
I wake in the mornin' and pray to the world I see
If I keep on prayin' will the lord have mercy on me

I stand at the station, hang my head and cry
I stand at the station, hang my head and cry
I keep on dreaming, the train passed me by

 

The Massey Ferguson Blues

Music & lyrics by Ben Tyzack
Ben - lead vocals - Lowden baritone guitar
Constance - bass - harmonica
Maurice - drums - percussion

 

I used to ride through the fields,
under skies so blue
I used to ride through the fields,
under skies so blue
But now this old Massey tractor,
is just a runnin ' on fumes

Well I need some a oil,
I need some gasoline
Well I need some a oil,
I need some gasoline
An' if you pump up my tires,
I'll roll ya ‘round like you ain't never been

When my wheels stop a rollin'
and my engine's cold
When my wheels stop a rollin'
and my engine's cold
Well I'll ride through the sky,
over fields of gold

You Don't Care

Lyrics & Music by Constance Redgrave
Constance - lead vocals - bass
Ben - Gibson guitar
Maurice - drums


You don't care
You don't love me
You don't care
Don't think of me
Your don't care
I cry all night long
In the morning
You're still gone

You don't care
You don't love me
You don't care
Don't think of me
Your don't care
When each days through
I sit in the dark
Thinkin' of you

If I could forgive you
And put you away
Wake in the morning
To a brand new day
Not think about you
For hours at a time
Not waste my life
Wanting you to me be mine

You don't love me
You just don't care
You don't love me
You'll never be there
But I know that one-day
My tears will be through
I'll just be sad
That I don't love

 

Burning Through Time

Lyrics & music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - lead vocals - baritone guitar - harmonica - bells
Constance - backing vocals - bass guitar - melodica
Maurice - Udu Drum - harmonica - bells

Every moment
Every moment
Every moment

Every moment
Every moment
Every moment
Every moment
Burning through time

It's the same sun
Still the same sun
It's the same sun
Still the same sun

There for ever
There for ever
There for ever
There for ever
Burning through time

 

Garbage Man Blues

Lyrics & Music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - lead vocals - Hofner Commitee guitar
Constance - backing vocals - bass
Maurice - drums



In my life I'm king of the hill
Duke of the dump, saint of the swill
Remember this when you fill up your next can
Inside these overalls is just a man
Who sometimes wonders how this all came to be
But today I 'm a garbage man, that's what I am

Bring out your bags and old boxes too
You're glad to see them go
You're glad you don't have to know
That everybody needs me
But nobody loves me
That's just the garbage man blues

I come by every week an' pick up all of your muck
Then you shout names at me
When you're stuck behind my truck

Bring out your bags and old boxes too
You're glad to see them go
You're glad you don't have to know
That everybody needs me
But nobody loves me
That's just the garbage man blues

Everybody knows what I do
Everybody knows who I am
But everybody turns away
Every time I come near
‘ Cause I'm just a sanitary engineer

Bring out your bags and old boxes too
You're glad to see them go
You're glad you don't have to know
That everybody needs me
But nobody loves me
That's just the garbage man …
backin' down your street,….
knockin' over your cans

 

Where Did The Money Go?

Lyrics by Ben Tyzack & Maurice McElroy
Music by Spikedrivers
Maurice - lead vocals - washboard - triangle - drums
Constance - backing vocals - bass
Ben - Resonator guitar - backing vocals - harmonica

 

Champagne, cocaine, whisky and wine
Spent all my nickels, every last dime
Got to pay my bills, got to pay my rent
But I ain 't got enough of those dead presidents

Tell me where did the money go? I don't know
It just slipped through my hands
I used to be a playboy now I'm just a hard working man

I used to ride around in a big Cadillac
Snakeskin boots on my feet, rhinestones in my hat
Women crowd around me saying daddy you sure is sweet
Now they see me coming they all run across the street

Tel me where did the money go? I don't know
It just slipped through my hands
I used to be a playboy now I'm just a hard working man

I used to be a winner, I used to have it all
Now my nose is to the grindstone and my back's against the wall
They say you can't take it with you, that's one thing for sure
But you just watch me try if I ever get some more

Champagne, cocaine, whisky and wine
Spent all my nickels, every last dime
Got to pay my bills, got to pay my rent
But I ain't got enough of those dead presidents

Tell me where did the money go? I don't know
It just slipped through my hands
I used to be a playboy now I'm just a hard working man

 

Oklahoma Stardust Blues

Lyrics by Ben Tyzack and Katie Dalhstrom. Music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - lead vocals - Hofner Commitee guitar
Constance - backing vocals - bass
Maurice - drums

I dream about a sky, midnight-blue and clear
I dream about a sky, midnight-blue and clear
But this dust keeps blowin ', blowin' me away from here

I hate to leave, but leavin's all I can do
I hate to leave, but leavin's all I can do
And I'll travel through my Oklahoma Stardust Blues

Some day soon, I'll go back an' settle down
Some day soon, I'll go back an' settle down
And that's when I'll loose my Oklahoma Stardust Blues

 

Junk Mail Blues

Lyrics by Maurice McElroy - Music by Spikedrivers
Maurice - lead vocals - drums - percussion
Ben - Resonator guitar - backing vocals - harmonica
Constance - bass - backing vocals

 


Well I woke up this morning
And I figured it was time
To buy me a computer
And get my ass on line
Get me one of them email deals
I wouldn't have a care
Communicate with all my friends
Any time, anywhere

Now I got junk mail
got the junk mail blues
A whole bunch of people I ain't never met
All tryin' to tell me what to do

I can go see sexy Suzy
And she'll put on a show
I can get me one of them college degrees
I don't even have to go
I should buy this special ointment
If my houndog gets the mange
I could hire a crooked lawyer
But then some things never change

I got junk mail
got the junk mail blues
A whole bunch of people I ain't never met
All tryin' to tell me what to do

When I'm with my baby
She makes me feel so tall
So how come all those people
Think my sugar cane's so small
I could send off for some purple pills
to keep me up all night
Subscribe to a adult magazine
To make sure I do it right

 

Too Much Trouble

Lyrics & Music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - lead vocals - Gibson guitar
Constance - backing vocals - bass
Maurice - backing vocals - drums

Too much trouble, walking all the way to your door
Too much trouble, walking all the way to your door
Slam it in my face but I keep coming back for more

Too much trouble, just to get a kick in the head
Too much trouble, just to get a kick in the head
She got big boots on I'm lucky I aint dead

But I don't care if the morning sun don't shine
But I don't care if the morning sun don't shine
Too much trouble someday you'll be mine

And I Sing, Hey ey Hey don't you see
And I Sing, Hey ey Hey don't you see
How too much trouble made a fool of me


Too much trouble, just to get a slap in the face
Too much trouble, just to get a slap in the face
She's got great big hands, to keep me in my place

But I don't care if the morning sun don't shine
But I don't care if the morning sun don't shine
Too much trouble someday you'll be mine

And I Sing, Hey ey Hey don't you see
And I Sing, Hey ey Hey don't you see
How too much trouble made a fool of me

But I don't care if the morning sun don't shine
But I don't care if the morning sun don't shine
Too much trouble someday you'll be mine

And I Sing, Hey ey Hey don't you see
And I Sing, Hey ey Hey don't you see
How too much trouble made a fool of me

 

Seven Little Words

Music and Lyrics by Ben Tyzack
Ben - lead vocal - Hofner Committee guitar
Constance - bass - backing vocals
Maurice - drums

My K.T. Lou, love me all the time
My K.T. Lou, love me all the time
Some times she likes to tease me,
All women love to drive men wild

My K.T. Lou, loves me all the way
My K.T. Lou, loves me all the way
Makes me weak in the knees,
Every time I hear her say

Chorus
I wanna make love to you, babe
I wanna make love to you
Nice and slow, oh so slow
Don't need to hurry, love me baby don't go

When my baby's gone,
I'm all alone, heaven knows it hurts
But I know it won't be long,
‘ til I hear those seven little words

I wanna make love to you, babe
I wanna make love to you
Nice and slow, oh so slow
Don't need to hurry, Love me baby don't go

My K.T. Lou, love me all the time
My K.T. Lou, love me all the time
Some times she likes to tease me,
My K.T. Louise

 

Grampa Was A Moonshiner

Lyrics by Constance Redgrave - Music by Spikedrivers
Constance - lead vocals - washboard - percussion
Ben - backing vocals - Lowden baritone guitar - harmonica
Maurice - drums - percussion

Grampa was a moonshiner
Played rub board with the band
And Grandma was an Indian
Ran her house with an iron hand
And all the little babies
Grew up redneck as a snake
The Grapes of Wrath
Was an evil path
Made of get what you can take

Don't get angry, just get gone
Don't get even, get along
Till the good Lord rights the wrong
Dust yourself off and walk on.

They got dusk and they got hungry
And a dirt floor shack for seven
The preacher lost his battle for
That place he called heaven
And all the little babies
Dreamed in angry shades of red
Played the devils tune,
Howling at the moon
Woke up mean as a copperhead.

Don't get angry, just get gone
Don't get even, get along
Till the good Lord rights the wrong
Dust yourself off and walk on.

Grampa was a moonshiner
Till Grandma said he was through
Meet ol' Bob at the door with a shotgun
Weren't much those boys could do
And all the little babies
Rung their momma everyday
Danced their lives in pain
Raised their kids insane
The American way.

Don't get angry, just get gone
Don't get even, get along
Till the good Lord rights the wrong
Dust yourself off and walk on.

 

Waitin' For The Wind

Lyrics & Music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - lead vocals - Lowden baritone guitar

 

Midwest skies hang above, big and bruised they wait
Twisters drop from pregnant clouds, and crops lay down to waste

I headed down to old Jacob's farm,where I learned so many years ago
Nature can give but she always wins,
Now the paint peeled shutters rattle in the wind

No work here, nothin' to reap
No work here, only dust at my feet
So pack your bags and set your pace
And wait for the wind…to blow a little luck your way

Across the state my belt moves a notch,
To the Missouri river and Omaha docks
Empty crates scattered through a yard
Just two men with a bottle, suicide king on the cards

No work here, no grain to send
No work here, ain't no ships coming in
So pack your bags and set your pace
And wait for the wind…to blow a little luck your way

I headed west no where to go, then on down south to Mexico
Temptation's strong to play the border game
First time luck, second time chains

If you work hard out on the line,
If you work hard, it'll turn the time
So keep a steady hand and set your pace
And wait for the wind…to blow a little luck your way

Southwest skies high above, big and blue they wait
Running under with a fire in my chest
Through the weeds I tumble, no time to rest

No work here, nothin' to do
No work for a man like you
So pack your bags and set your pace
And wait for the wind…to blow a little luck your way

 

Layin' Down Lincolns

Lyrics & Music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - lead vocals - Lowden baritone guitar
Constance - backing vocals - washboard
Maurice - backing vocals - cajon

Take a penny make a wish, lay it on the track
Take a penny make a wish, lay it on the track
When a freight train comes, bring good luck back

If it stays on the line, wishes all come true
If it stays on the line, wishes all come true
But if it falls by the side, devils after you


Layin' down Lincolns, on the railroad line
Layin' down Lincolns, on the railroad line
How you risk your life, just to pass the time

Take a penny make a wish, lay it on the track
Take a penny make a wish, lay it on the track
When a freight train comes, bring good luck back

 


Credits

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