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Lyrics for the songs on Twilight and Strange Familiar are provided below. Rob has also provided commentary to accompany the Twilight lyrics. The commentary appears to the right of the corresponding lyrics. All lyrics by Rob Wilson. All rights reserved.

Twilight:

Jewel of Texas
Mulberry Bush
Bamako Express
Easy Come, Easy Go
Hostage Honey
The King's Assassin
Fine Frauline
Gunny Shiloh
All the Tea in China

Heloise, Please
Ginx Blues
Buttercup Maidens

Strange Familiar:

Pretty Little Bird
Bimini Road
Fordham's Wound
Bastille
Lost Tribe Lament
Proud Aurora
Ten Past Eleven


Jewel of Texas

well, i used ta play the fiddle
in the service of the queen
and the strangest thing i've seen i'd have to say
was when the bay side and the gulf coast
they met right in the middle
and the water washed my island town away

well, i used ta love my whiskey
and i used ta love my wife
but i never thought that i might see the day
packed my bags fer texas city
and lived a drifters life
til i finally found a home across the bay

dark cloudy day
'sasterous day
when the water washed my island town away

isaac kline was good and worried
up and down the beach he scurried
but a steamer took three bridges out that day
once the water started risin'
no, it wudn't so surprisin'
that the jewel of texas lay beneath the waves

dark cloudy day
'sasterous day
when the water washed my island town away
when the water washed fair galveston away


Mulberry Bush

ride 'em around that mulberry bush
ride 'em around that mulberry bush
if ida knowed 'bout mulberry bush
ida been ridin around
shyda knowed
lord, had i been told
i'd rotter dam the old silk road
MULBERRY
ride 'em around

weasel made the monkey push
monk pushed back and made things worse
if theyda knowed 'bout mulberry bush
theyda been ridin' around
poller finally made his jump
eagle landed in the dust
MULBERRY
ride 'em around

aint no need for you to blush
always making such a fuss
just lare me near that mulberry bush
and we go ridin' around
wease and eag and poll and monk
they all learned to saw that trunk
MULBERRY
ride 'em around

ride 'em around that mulberry bush
ride 'em around the mulberry bush
if ida knowed 'bout mulberry bush
shit, ida been ridin' around
shyda knowed
lord, had i been told
i'd rotter dam the old silk road
MULBERRY
ride 'em around


Bamako Express

we gut whiskey
we gut wine
DA ME BAMAKO 'SPRESS
one gunny wake up de porcupine
DA ME BAMAKO 'SPRESS

sholly gets worse
befally gets better
DA ME BAMAKO 'SPRESS
dis charlie ride in all kinda wedder
DA ME BAMAKO 'SPRESS

she me perdy
she my pride
DA ME BAMAKO 'SPRESS
butta me bread on ebry damn side
DA ME BAMAKO 'SPRESS

we gunny hab us
a real goot time
DA ME BAMAKO 'SPRESS
ride dis rail down to de rind
DA ME BAMAKO 'SPRESS


Easy Come, Easy Go

i figured she was easy money
must sound funny now i know
i really thought i had her comin'
only goes to show
never take 'er nice 'n slow
though the evenin sun she sinks so low
you know she's always
easy come, easy go

i tried to ride her through the mountain
but we got blinded by the snow
and now i sit beside a fountain
recountin' all the glory days of old
and every silver seed i sowed
but all the bustop blondes below
you know were always
easy come, easy go

lordy mama, help me hang on
ain't it almost as if you're already gone
don't ya burn the poor bastard fer tellin ya so
oh, she'll never last you
easy come, easy go

lordy mama, help me hang on
ain't it almost as if you're already gone
don't ya burn the poor bastard just fer tellin ya so
oh, she'll never last you
easy come, easy go
no, not one'll last you
easy come, easy go


Hostage Honey

hey hostage honey
hey hostage honey
you gots ta go
you gotsa go

when the last rebellious angel starts to fade
and all the dogs of twilight glide
into that dark and distant age
don't go tryin' tie your tiger to a cage
lord, no
just turn the page

hey hostage honey
hey hostage honey
you gots ta go
you gotsa go

hey hostage honey
hey hostage honey
you gots ta go
you gotsa go


The King's Assassin

the king's assassin
i was out along that western road
when the rain came pourin' down
and a great and mighty tempest rose
she throwed me to the ground
and the sky fell BLACK AS SACKCLOTH
and them tall pines; they all were laughing
at this pur old lonely king's assassin

they was down there in the grotta
when i caught 'em in the act
reachin' out for his revolver
i shot tom treason
shot him in the back
and the missus she GAVE A HOLLER
but her pain was eased by passion
for this pur old lonely king's assassin

no, not again
NOT AGAIN
NOT AGAIN
never again
NEVER AGAIN
NEVER AGAIN
will the speckled rays of sunshine
kiss the freckles on your skin
you can SADDLE ALL YOUR PONIES
try and catch me if you can
for i'll not pass this
no, i'll surely never pass this way again

we was damn near Whiskey Bottom
when the autumn sloughed off her shell
and the riders they set upon us
just like two hungry hounds from hell
and the first one he DREW HIS PISTOL
and the second called me Cap'
that was as all then for this pur old
king's assassin

no, not again
NOT AGAIN
NOT AGAIN
never again
NEVER AGAIN
NEVER AGAIN
will the speckled rays of sunshine
kiss the freckles
freckles on your skin
SADDLE ALL YOUR PONIES
try and catch me if you can
for i'll not pass this
no, i'll surely never pass this way again
it was out upon that western road...


Fine Frauline

nine, nine my fine fraulein
fer i'm far more inclin-ed ta guinea
now she's down through the rhone and the rubikein
aforen my time is afinied

'em what say where juan coppertop's life is a dream
like the brine on a bright shiny penny
still, she's down through the rhone and the rubikein
aforen my time is afinied

yunner she liza my wide eyerish rose
yunner's the throws o' wirginnie
she lies down through the rhone and the rubikein
aforen my time is afinied

some men they would give up their last dying breath
but me, i'd give nigh my last twenty
to be done with this rhone and that damned rubikein
aforen my time is afinied

NINE, NINE MY FINE FRAULEIN
FER I'M FAR MORE INCLIN-ED TA GUINEA
NOW SHE'S DOWN THOUGH THE RHONE
AND THE RUBIKEIN
AFOREN MY TIME IS AFINIED


Gunny Shiloh

n'more gunny dun tha kingsland n'honey
NOW HONEY
n'more hunty dunna kingsland
MISSOURI
n'more gunny dunna jackson wood
fer wax und wain er weathered goods
n'more hunty dun tha kingsland
thy's fer sure
THY'S FER SURE

gutta hidy up them brethounds n'honey
NOW HONEY
hidy up them hounds o' breton
MISSOURI
gunna hidy up in chiny town
und shiloh 'til the sky falls down
hidy up them hounds o' breton
thy's fer sure
THY'S FER SURE

n'more shiney silver apples n'honey
NOW HONEY
n'more shiney silver cherries
MISSOURI
n'more shiney up me copper shells
ta drop like hawkins off the kells
n'more shiney silver cherries
thy's fer sure
THY'S FER SURE

n'more gunny dun tha kingsland n'honey
NOW HONEY
n'more hunty dunna kingsland
MISSOURI
n'more gunny dunna jackson wood
fer wax und wain er weathered goods
n'more hunty dun tha kingsland
thy's fer sure
THY'S FER SURE


All the Tea in China

i'd give all the tea in china
just to see some caroliner
oh i'd give all that tea in chiner
it's a fact
it's a fact

i'd give most of asia minor
and a case of oranginer
and them bones of mccoy tyner
set like stone around my neck

i'd give every raging river
danm near three fourths my liver
and a coat of alphine silver
i delivered from the brink

i'd give me anything
if i could only bring
my good girl back

i'd give peace to enitharmon
a pair of harman kardons
an'ese spurs 'et i james garnered
from gus farmer way out west

i'd give ALL THE TEA IN CHINER
JUST TA SEE SOME CAROLINER
i'd give all the tea in chiner
that's a fact
AND THAT IS A FACT

i'd give me anything
if i could only bring
my good girl back
oh, i'd give me anything
if i could only bring
my good girl back


Heloise, Please

won'tcha please fergive me, heloise
it's so hard to tell the forest for the trees
st. james' thunder nearly brung me to my knees
please forgive me, heloise

that ol' gulf coast, she keeps stretchin out fer miles
just like a picture perfect endin' to yer smile
bet yer glad you never left 'er up to me
won't be sorry once i slip into yer sea

nights i might like to ferget you but i won't
whilst there's some what might regret, i surely don't
guess you never bet on getting one like me
sunday morinin' comes i slip into your sea

won'tcha please fergive me, heloise
it's so hard to tell the forest for the trees
st. james' thunder nearly brung me to my knees
please forgive me, heloise
please forgive me


Ginx Blues

i may stumble
stumble down
stumble down from time to time
you gotcha
got yours
got yours and i got mine
one last
one last last waltz and i'll be fine
later on
later on
down along
along that line

forty days
gabby hayes
forty days and forty nights
haven't had
han't had me had
a single bite
well now ain'tcha
oh now ain'tcha
ain'tcha sucha welcome sight
stretchin' out
stretchin' out
out across the night

seven down
round and round
seven down and seven up
she the one
only one
only one that fills my cup
never did
never did know
never did know no
know what from what
blame it all
rise and fall
blame it all on my bad luck


Buttercup Maidens

buttercup maidens
she wud jus' a release
but a peach fer me pleasure
nudder so's i could sleep
a wee bitty better
inna land o' me futter
wud a buzzard an' snake
winder sighed to de udder
how much myrr kenya take
o' buzzy leaned ober
'is brain clearly baked
sighed i'll set here an' and cubber
if you're fixin' ta make

when the winder went over
and he finally did break
'ere was nutten but wutter
COOL CLEAR WUTTER
tha' ta make his escape
so 'e swum ta da souwes'
kep' a sun on his bake
an 'e nebber come home now
AN' NEBBER 'E MAY

she wud jus' a release
but a peach fer me pleasure
nudder so's i could sleep
wee bitty better
no she wudn't my sheep
do it's true dat i ledder
she wud jus' a release
buttum pleased to have metter

baby out on the ocean
OCEAN
OCEAN
she's so calmn and so free
SO CALM AND SO FREE
widda warm wind a blowin'
an' a stars ober me
n'i shuttle me bargain
an' i ten' ta me needs
widda buttercup maidens
o' da SUT' ISLAND SEAS


Pretty Little Bird

hello little blackbird
won't you come sit next to me
summer's come and gone and i'm empty
heard a little blackbird
don't you just fly on by
nothing up above but that old grey sky

sirens singing soft and low
the alameada angel's wings
made of gold
someday you'll see me standing on the other side
it's a slow goin' when you're up against the tide

hello little blackbird
won't you come sit next to me
this old settin' sun gettin' lonely
heard a little blackbird
say that you'll always be mine
haven't felt this way in such a long time

hello little blackbird
won't you come sit next to me
summer's come and gone and i'm empty
won't you just
won't you just
won't you just say that
you'll be mine always
you'll always be mine


Bimini Road

knelt right down
on the road to bimini
knelt right down
the bimini road
some folks say
that were the end of me
so folks say
but i don't know

brother bruno had a vision
but a gamblers life he choose
so they strung him out to dangle
watched the dice roll for his clothes

sister liza was an angel
one of great restraint i know
still i lead her into danger
lord, i hate to let her go

sister penny sits there shinin'
like a beacon in the west
waitin' on the stars alignment
moss and jade fall from her dress

knelt right down
on the road to bimini
knelt right down
the bimini road
some folks say
that were the end of me
so folks say
but i don't know


Fordham's Wound

i was once a young crusader
in innocent's great war
and i stubbled down the interstate
a time or two before
on an armor clad castillion
with a standard made of gold

i crossed the duke of orleans
down around the coast
and i charged across the causeway
whilst the morning stars still shown
but he brought his blade down on me
lord, he tore right through my coat
when i spied grey-eyed athena
standin' in the road

it must have been the poison
in that cup what did me in
or was it just the whiskey
and those bristol cities talkin'
lord, i swear that i saw heaven
in that lowly highland inn
so surprised, grey-eyed athena
angel where you been?

well hello, grey-eyed athena
aegis at your side
ain't there nothing left between us
but that trepidatious tide
lord knows i'm awful anxious
for that early evening ride
but slough and envy
have been drinkin' all my wine
well hello, grey-eyed athena
ain't you lookin' fine


Bastille

she gave me just enough of nothin'
to keep me hangin' on
and i couldn't quit her if i tried
i guess i'm just another glutton
and i won't be home till dawn
you're an angel in disguise

it's been an awful stretch of nothing
since the fourteenth of july
been ten years since i been gone
i'd give the world just to touch you
one more time before i die
with any luck, it won't be long

i'm getting torn apart to nothin'
by the creatures of the night
them what say that she's to blame
but brother pain and sister sufferin'
just slowly strolled on by
moving pictures frame by frame

she gave me just enough of nothin'
to keep me hangin' on


Lost Tribe Lament

We are scattered out on the ocean
We are matter lost in the throws of perpetual motion
We hit the road with heads held high
But crashed halfway to goshen
We are scattered
Scattered are we

We are weary, weary from travel
And we scaled all the way to the top of the tower of Babel
We road that big ol' empire state
'Til the rails come all unravelled
We are weary
Weary are we

We are wedded down at the crossing
By the light of the silvery moon
And the daughters of autumn
Bold Ulysses road straight into June
For Gypsy Davie shot him
We are wedded
Wedded are we

We are weary
weary from travel
We are weary
Clearly we are
We are weary
Weary from travel
All the rails have unravelled
So, here we are

We are weary
weary from travel
We are weary
Clearly we are
We are weary
Weary from travel
All the rails have unravelled
Babel is gone
To the dust and the gravel
And the saddest of songs


Proud Aurora

bright fame
though robert is my father's name
still i hesitate to stake my claim
bright fame

wise one
your words are like the setting sun
regretting all begetting none
wise one

white wave
been your lover, lord and slave
born your brand most every age
white wave

white brow
though our unions not allowed
i still pine for you most anyhow
wide brow

proud aurora's wine kisses still linger
in the glorious glow of the day
were it not for her soft rosy fingertips
we'd have all long since whithered away


Ten Past Eleven

Ain' no need to go public and start all that talk
Ain't no need to go troublin' that ol' devil Pol Pot
Though I know I must have told you
Just in case you had forgot
Spread out my ashes over Ankgor Wat

Won't be no fancy headstone or family plot
And there won't be no kind words believe it or not
When all the angels up in heaven sing the saddest song I got
Just spread out my ashes over Ankgor Wat

They say time waits for no man, her pretty little patience is shot
Still she frequents the ponies and usual night spots
When that ol' cannon of the ages rattles of her last long shot
Just spread out my ashes over Ankgor Wat

Oh, the bell of St. Ankgor rang sweetly
she sang out so sweetly this morn
she swallowed me up so completely
And carried me far far from home

Oh, the bell of St. Ankgor rang sweetly
she sang out so sweetly this morn
At ten past eleven she shattered the heavens
She rang out forever and then never more
Never more

 

 

 

 
 

"Rob Wilson's songs hang somewhere between myth, history, folklore, folkmusic and rock. Subtley colored and crafted, there is much to be digested and experienced in Twilight's multifarious narrative"
-Beatbots.com

The opening track is Jewel of Texas a song about the Galveston Hurricane of 1900, the deadliest natural disaster in the history of the United States. It is based on family lore of an Irish ancestor of mine that was presumed killed in the flood, and also some historical references to Isaac Kline, Head of the US Weather Service at the time. It is a cross between a waltz and a reel, thus the Irish-American flavor. Jennifer Hutt provides fiddle accompaniment.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mulberry Bush is a bawdy variation of children’s song Pop Goes the Weasel. The monkey and the weasel loosely represent George Bush and Osama Bin Laden respectively. Poller is a corruption of ‘Apollo’ and a reference to the space mission of the same name, among other things.     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bamako Express is based loosely on an account of Samuel Charters in his book Roots of the Blues of a train that runs from Bamako, Mali to the Senegalese City of Dakar. The train stops randomly in the desert and becomes a moving market where all manner of goods are exchanged along the route through the windows of the train. Our friends from the band Madagascar join us on this number as well as Beth Varden of Cicaeda. It features accordion and bowed saw and is quite a lively number. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Easy Come, Easy Go is about a girl I dated a while back. She was from West Virginia, thus the mountain imagery. The snow represents the darker habits that followed her. It was those same habits that eventually carried her out of my life. ‘Bus stop blondes’ are girls that come to the city seeking opportunity, but instead fall prey to iniquity.

 

 

 

 

Saratoga is an instrumental track named for one of the most decisive victories of the American Revolutionary War. In the battle, General Benedict Arnold defied orders, wheeled his horse and led the Federal troops to a courageous victory over the English and German forces. He was wounded in the leg and dubbed “the Hero of Saratoga.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hostage Honey is the song from which the album title is derived. It alludes to Ragnarok, the Norse Cataclysm, in the lines, “And all dogs of twilight glide into that dark and distant age”. It is about breaking free of dependent relationships. We did not plan to record this one, but our engineer caught us fiddling with it between takes and asked, “Can you guys play that one more time?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The King’s Assassin is a reworking of the Tristan and Isoldt tale as told from the assassin’s perspective. In this version no sword separates the couple in their grotto and the assassin slays Tristan. The assassin is so taken with the beautiful Isoldt that he runs off with her instead of returning her to the king. The story is Americanized as well. Our folk heroes carry pistols, not swords.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

John the Revelator is an adaptation of the traditional gospel blues number of the same name. Lyrics are adapted from Blind Willie Johnson, Son House and others. While it is the only traditional song on the record, it is also the only rock arrangement. It features three part call and response vocals and has been highly regarded by all many a soul. It is the second cataclysm song and denotes the beginning of the second half of the album.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fine Fraulein is a mock beer hall song. I was watching a World War II movie and was inspired by a speech given by a surrendering Austrian commander in the film. The central character in the song is an American soldier making his way across Europe. He favors Italian women over German, but really longs for his Irish-American sweetheart back home. I wrote it to rebuke a Nordic featured woman that I was associated with at the time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gunny Shiloh is a rowdy romp through the banditry that existed at the end of the American Civil War. The central character is a Missouri ruffian who regrets his Robin Hood ways and swears off “poaching” repeatedly. The guitar mimics the old gospel blues line, “You can hide from the devil, but you can’t hide from God”. Members of Madagascar join us on this one as well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All the Tea in China is an expression I heard growing up. The bones of McCoy Tyner are obviously his piano keys. Enithanrmon is a reference to William Blake’s concept of Eve in the Book of Urizen. Walker plays drums, Bergander plays my 1950 Gretsch lap steel guitar, and Dave plays the keys.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Heloise, Please is another mutated medieval romance, that of Heloise and Abelard. Abelard gives in to Heloise’s concept of love and thusly no castration occurs in this version. The landscape has been transformed to that of the Gulf Coast of Mexico. Saint James’ Thunder is that of the Boanerges (Sons of Thunder), the primordial twins that brought fire to many cultures of the ancient world and even make a cameo appearance in the New Testament as the desciples James and John. The title is a play on the Basement Tapes song, Please, Mrs. Henry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ginx Blues is an original adaptation of Charlie Patton song of similar name. The lyrics are entirely original, but the words are delivered in Charlie’s stutter-step fashion. This is a roaring rockabilly roadhouse number and I do my best vocal screeching on this one. This is all raw live energy, we did not mix it. It is aptly designated as the 13th track.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Buttercup Maidens is two parts third person allegory, one part first person narrative. The allegory is a story of a buzzard and snake (figures from Aztec tradition) who become disillusioned with the political and social climate of the Southwest during the Reconstruction. The snake longs for a better life and finally heads to the ocean in search of an escape. The narrative portion is about a man who finds solace in honest work aboard a ship and comfort in the arms of Polynesian (Buttercup) maidens. We are once again joined by our good friends  Madagascar on this number.