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Album #3

by Robert Turner

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1.
One Last Look Out The Back 04:17
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Don’t ask me to think ‘cus I aint got a clue Why some words will sink, why all too few Ever come close to the brink of a wild monsoon The blue horse or the pink, well whose got time to choose? I stumbled upon it, that old-timey tune Being played by a trumpet from the peak of a roof As my hands tugged the ropes and the bells burst loose And the birds dived below to fly through the eaves of the church One last look out the back and how the wind it blew One more diamond for the Jack so I’ll never lose One more town where the dust blows right through One last love who I never really knew So don’t you wait it’s far to go Heavy’s the crate, long is the load And I will wander, and I will roll Through the wind and rain where the wild woods sway Miles and miles away.
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You Want More 03:58
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Take this little bit of gold that good ol’ Billy boy stole Wanna feel how smooth, wanna know how old You want more Hear the Women there singing on Booley Street Wanna talk all night, wanna taste something sweet You want more Find the holey Monk marooned by the sea Wanna get a little closer, wanna fall on your knees You want more See the Shepherd smoking on the banks of the brook Wanna thunder-filled sky, wanna tentative look You want more The Lords calling you up Your turn to tumble on the dice You want just a bit of luck You want just a little bit of time You want A more A more, more, more The Boatmans staring at you on the shore Want the test to start, want the rain to pour You want more Wanna laugh with an Acrobat whose legs are absurd Wanna Constantinople, wanna St Petersburg You want more I’ll put you in the ring with that eight-foot King Want it all to be over, wanna go for it again You want more The Lords calling you up Your turn to tumble on the dice You want just a bit of luck You want just a little bit of time You want A more A more, more, more
3.
He Says It Just The Way It Is 02:54
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He says it just the way it is Doesn’t take what he can’t give No time to smile, don’t you dare strut Heads down and all your asses up A hill to climb, morning light Along the road The pay goes up so they cut the shifts Organisation has all gone to piss He tells you this, she tells you that You try to do both and get a reprimand A lonesome train, headlights and rain Along the road Make a mess, why not clean it up? God anything to keep from the customer Kick it under the carpet, chuck it out the back Nobody’ll care if it don’t look too bad A red sunrise, the radios alive Along the road A tattoo on each knuckle, six foot three Whistles while he works, calls me wee Bobby Italian man I aint got a clue How he got here, calls me Bruce A spire in the breeze, rustling leaves Along the road Balloons and stickers and flags and twine Celebrating everyone how do they find the time? Funny how people see you less When you put on that good old high viz vest A copper beech shines in the street Along the road You want canteen food well there’s fee I ask for two bits of bacon and she gives me three A turtle dove can’t find love Along the road
4.
Head Out 03:39
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I’m looking at you and you’re looking at me and it’s got me feeling kinda dreamy The coffee I’m drinking’s got a little skin and it’s kinda creamy Got to head out Got to head out But all this talk’s a rhythm and rhyme and the beat in my head’s going Boo boo ba bada-da a-boo bada bada baby Hot sun shining right in my eyes smoke blowing in my face Starting to realise time took a ride and I’m losing my sense of grace Got to head out Got to head out But all this talk’s a rhythm and rhyme and the beat in my head’s going Boo boo ba bada-da a-boo bada bada baby Flats and bridges and rivers and fridges as we walk on by an arcade The colours on your necklace shine real pretty as you lean on the pinball game Got to head out Got to head out But all this talk’s a rhythm and rhyme and the beat in my head’s going Boo boo ba bada-da a-boo bada bada baby If the river were whisky and I was a duck I’d dive down and I’d never come up If you were a mountain and me a little mole I’d dig down then I’d dig to the top Got to head out Got to head out But all this talk’s a rhythm and rhyme and the beat in my head’s going Boo boo ba bada-da a-boo bada bada baby
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Haberdashery 03:26
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Honey, when we go on our way Just for you I’ve built a real nice place An amusement park with an exhibition space With a museum not far from a little old lake Where my life, my whole heart, you’ll see on display Where my dreams and sweet memories you’ll see in a day You’ll see all my Jumpsuits, and all of my shoes My pink Cadillac, my big Pool Room So you can be close to me When you’re blue and feel lonely There’s pictures of me no one’s ever seen or think I could be or would ever believe Well aint that love? Honey, if you’re a little unsure Why not take it easy on the guided tour They’ll tell you about the ivy that reminds me of Hawaii in my Jungle Room They’ll tell you of the time Springsteen popped by and wrote a song about the view You’ll see my customised plane, where in it I flew The seats are all suede, your name’s on it too So you can be close to me When you’re blue and feel lonely There’s a movie of me on a silver screen no one’s ever seen or think I could be or would ever believe Well aint that love? And if I could I’d take you to my quiet place A chapel in the woods where I get a little faith Where the choir will sing amongst the holey things ‘All we love is sacred’ Honey, here there’s more than enough For you to surround yourself with everything that I love But if you want a little more than my whole world there’s a shop that’s free They got lots of little things like replica rings even haberdashery You’ll see the pictures of me, choose the one you like All my love LP’s, we can sing all night So you can be close to me When you’re blue and feel lonely There’s a model of me no one’s ever seen or think I could be or would ever believe Well aint that love?
6.
Mary's Alright 02:36
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Get hot Feel cold Rain right up in your face But Mary’s alright, she’s thinking ‘bout life, ‘bout how things used to be Good God Holy Hell Devil’s foolin’ round with a Saint But Mary’s alright, her legs touch the sky every time she sings the refrain And the laughs are loud and every single sound is screaming out for you to stay But don’t worry ‘bout it all wherever you fall I’ll be sure to come your way Cause you look real nice, you got the hair all right Sit down, take a seat You never know what you might see Just another fork in the road Another real good load She might be here tonight She’s awake No mistake He’s about to leave But Mary’s alright, she’s dancin’ tonight, dancin’ like she really believes Take drugs Get help Lose your sense of self But Mary’s alright, she’ll put up a fight, she knows it’s all just a game And the laughs are loud and every little sound is screaming out for you to stay But don’t worry ‘bout it all, wherever you fall I’ll be sure to come your way Cause you look real nice, you got the hair all right Sit down, take a seat You never know what you might see Just another fork in the road Another real good load She might be here tonight Clap hands Eat the cake Who got the lucky break? But Mary’s alright, cause she’s got time even when she’s running late
7.
Roll Around Blues 04:45
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How my gonna get on through When all I wanna is down a few Oh how this life just seems to pass me by This little, strange life of mine All these people runnin’ about Steppin’ over my roll around Oh how this life ain’t nobody’s call to claim This little, strange life of mine Tongues keep waggin’ with shiny shoes But me I’m singin’ with my Pirate crew Oh drop me a penny for virtue This little, strange life of mine My walk is wobbly, my sense is too My knees are knobbly, my friends are few Oh here come words of wisdom right on cue This little, strange life of mine Whoever’s up there makin’ the rules Sure works funny must be drinkin’ too Oh don’t think anybody has a damn clue This little, strange life of mine
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Crawling On 03:13
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I can’t move I can’t even run Stuck like a fool Aint it cruel? Keep crawling on Got to row a little further Got to lay low the heavy burden Can’t shake it loose Aint it proof? Keep crawling on No matter how hard you try you’re lime, mortar, and timber No matter how beat and broke a little hope’s gonna linger Salt and sea making me queasy And your smile just seems to tease me Keep crawling on Must’ve gone east For the wind blows that way Must’ve smelt sweet Rolling in the hay Must’ve found peace Or else you would have stayed right here And come back home Whatever your pitch and tone I’m picking that stone gonna hurl it Whatever the way you turn that valley of ferns gonna burn it Am I feeling this cliff crumble? You can’t run if you aint stumbled Keep crawling on
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Low And A High 03:36
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Down the wings they’re set to play Up in the Gods they watch and wait Does this wheel run or just rotate? Leaves turn red, the fabric frays Another Saint to Cuthbert’s caves Hands will touch and then march on again Above a moon, burning hay Below a hunter’s lost his way Just one more week I hear you say Pick that berry from that yew Climb that mountain, sip that stew One more blow and I’ll reel round again Mama, the way the wind rolls upon the pines Blowing like there’s something I should know Mama, well it’s kinda caught my eye All this sea beneath this sky Is that a single reason why We have our place, we have our time And go? A low, low And a high, high Who wore pink under pines? Who jump ship with a love in mind? Don’t you know son, the best of friends are blind All this chalk, and all this clay All these poles across the quay All these storms and I’m back here again The pier’s roof, the grand’s décor Red rust on the wish tower door Shingle keeps creeping up the shore A warm fire, a rain day A cold and windy promenade One last look before I leave again Mama, the way the wind rolls upon the pines Blowing like there’s something I don’t know Mama, well it’s kinda caught my eye All this sea beneath this sky Is that a single reason why We have our place, we have our time And go? A low, low And a high, high Mama, the way the wind reels and rolls upon the pines Blowing like there’s something we oughta know Mama, well it’s kinda caught my eye All this sea beneath this sky Is that a single reason why We have our place, we have our time And go? A low, low And a high, high

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released October 25, 2021

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Robert Turner Glasgow, UK

With roots within the Deep Delta Blues and the Reverb-Rocking Gospel of the Staple Singers, Glasgow based Robert Turner's music moves between Old-Timey Ballads, Toe-Tapping Chart-Toppers, British Invasion Rock'n'Roll, and Strange Tales From The Hills.

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