Showing posts with label folksong. Show all posts
Showing posts with label folksong. Show all posts

31 August 2016

Bound for Valparaiso in a Rowboat


by Robert Lopresti

It's the end of the summer and I don't feel like tackling anything too heavy. So let's talk about smuggling illegal substances.  Better yet, let's sing about it.

I am sure you have heard of narcocorridos, the Mexican song genre that celebrates and heroizes people who smuggle drugs north across the U.S. border.  Well, that is not our subject for the day. 

Instead we have a song from my friend Zeke Hoskin, discussing the true story of some earlier smugglers heading in a different direction.  You may remember Zeke from his occasional words of wisdom in our comment section.  He wanted you to know that he wrote most of the song on Canada Day, 1992, while waiting to cross the border.



That's his wife Flip Breskin on guitar, by the way.

Enjoy.

29 May 2013

Working on my novel


Just bought myself a webcam and guess what I did with it?  Lyrics follow...




When the cop cars finally caught up with me                               
I was down from a nine day drunk                                        
With a side door missing, the radiator hissing                     
And an alligator in the trunk                                                 
The judge said “You’ve got such potential, son          
So why is your life a mess?                                         
You’ll be making, they say, great art one day.”          
“Well, your honor, I must confess.”                                    

I’m working on my novel, (working on my novel) 
Starting on a great career                                                               
Every word rings true cause I’m living ‘em through 
I’m working on my novel here         
                                    
My wife hit me, then she hit the road
‘Cause of rumors that flew her way
‘Bout her ex-best friend and a lady bartender
And some games that we liked to play
She said through sobs “I work two jobs
To support you and your art.
Can’t the research cease on your masterpiece?
When will the writing start?”


I said: I’m working on my novel, (working on my novel) 
Starting on a great career                                                               
Every word rings true cause I’m living ‘em through 
I’m working on my novel here         


The outline’s done after years of work
But my agent said, “Hey, boy,
I love the plot but its really not
What sane people would enjoy.”
So I started on a story of the common folk
And the struggles that they go through
So nine to five you can see me strive
With the scum of the earth like you.


I’m working on my novel, (working on my novel)                        
Where'd my alligator disappear?
Every word rings true cause I’m living ‘em through           
I’m working on my novel here