.​.​.​Pull the Cork

by Scoop Trumbull & The Wrong Notes

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I was the world's son But look what it took, loot what it done It took, oh, my first born I was the world's son I made the ocean small Through rain and fog I found the shore Lord knows I gave my all I was the world's son But as it shrank it grew compact And brought forth the evil that men enact This was my own damn fault I was the world's son This world is so cynical It's innocence died with my son, Charles So don't look shocked by what the truth has wrought I am the world's son I am this world's son
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Tombstone, glass tombstone up in the sky What do you see looking down from on high? Tombstone, glass tombstone standing so tall Waiting for the day this city will fall And it's all that you know... Tombstone, glass tombstone what can I say? You're just waiting there for judgement day Tombstone, glass tombstone don't lie to me We're broke and you're waiting for these streets to bleed and it's all that you know... And oh, it's useless to fill in these holes When all that they dig up is bones And oh, it's hopeless to fill in these holes When all that the ghosts do is moan Tombstone, glass tombstone I question your means Rich men hold sway, politicians pull strings Tombstone, glass tombstone your roots run too deep The sewers will flood and fill into the streets And it's all that you know... Tombstone, glass tombstone where can we go? Your cenotaph has changed this place that I know Tombstone, glass tombstone I don't want to stay Your pillars have made this place I love change And oh, it's useless to fill in these holes When all that they dig up is bones And oh, it's hopeless to fill in these holes When all that the ghosts do is moan Don't let me fall in to this world that I hate I just pray it's not too late
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I got nothing left to show For all that work with the gravel Every morning I get out of bed But I got nowhere to go instead Send me out to sea Send me out, give me some peace Lord, I know, it's a hard road to tow Send me out to see All my family moved away This hilltop house is where I stay Why won't they call me? I know it's hard Why did I bother with that goddam job? Send me out to sea Send me out, give me some peace Lord, I know, it's a hard road to tow Send me out to see And that son I took with me Through Northern woods and back country, Forced to shine on damaged stars. I took it's light and I broke it's heart. Send me out to sea Send me out, give me some peace Lord, I know, it's a hard road to tow Send me out to see
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My girl doesn't like me when I'm sober She calls me dumb, stupid, boring and obtuse Says I ain't got no direction, I should work on my inflection And if I don't I fear she'll cut me loose Well I ain't no fine specimen of man But there's something that I do not understand What the point is they've been making by their posturing and faking So I'll just read my comics and stay in My girl doesn't like me when I'm sober She calls me dumb, stupid, boring and obtuse Says I ain't got no direction, I should work on my inflection And if I don't I fear she'll cut me loose Well I gave up the booze for about a month To clear my head and work through some stuff, To try and be the man that I could be But before you know it she's out the door saying mean, mean shit I won't hear no more and I guess it's best she's leaving me My girl doesn't like me when I'm sober She calls me dumb, stupid, boring and obtuse Says I ain't got no direction, I should work on my inflection And if I don't I fear she'll cut me loose
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Hitch up your wagon boy Take it out of town Take it some place they can't bring you down Hitch up your wagon boy Don't make a sound There's water here that'll make you drown Send me postcards from the trail Send me a letter, man, when you get there And I'll be there waiting at the end of the line With open arms and a friendly eye
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02:54
They're tearing up the woods by my parents house I wonder what they'll find buried there Deep beneath the roots of an old maple tree A sentry, it's been standing there for years Will they find the ruins of the castles that we built Or the bodies that we thought buried deep? Wrapped up in the embrace of the cold, cold earth That keeps our secrets and our memories They'll tear 'em down Tear them pillars down A stranger walked in to my home the other day I wonder what he say lying there Wrapped up with the laundry, scraps of paper and loose change While my roommates in their rooms unaware At least one thing worth the money enough to make the trip Into a stranger's house the middle of the day But did he see the pictures, the memories and smiles On the walls as he ran away? They'll tear 'em down Tear them pillars down And my cat was on the outside, she was looking in Treading some place she shouldn't go Cause that outside air could kill her, could take her away And that asshole would've taken more than he could know Because oh those many years ago she was born into this world In my guitar case on my very own birthday And I began to see a world bigger than myself And a love I couldn't rationalize away They'll tear 'em down Tear them pillars down
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05:10
There's a wolf in the sky It's taking down the plane If there was ever a day to fly Today would be that day Let them paint me how they will From Broadway back to the local mill They can call me Joe LaFlamme But in these woods I know my name It can't be found whispered in vowels It's timbre's in the night wind's howl It's hiss and hum won't pass man's tongue It's gut rattle's in the white wolf's run I came from Montreal with blood on my hands Or so the legend says, let the legend paint the man Headed to North Ontario to find my name To run with wolves while men dressed as sheep against the rain Leaders of men will call on me I've no time for men, I lead these beasts Have your progress I'll take my leave Back up north like a quiet breeze I came from Montreal with blood on my hands Or so the legend says, let the legend paint the man Headed to North Ontario to find my name To run with wolves while men dressed as sheep against the rain Line their streets while they sing my name They can call me Joe LaFlamme Have your progress I'll take my leave Back up north like a quiet breeze
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Loaded up my parents' car nine years ago Set sail for the big city, dropped anchor long ago Where all my friends, we lived together in a big ol' shithole Where we got drunk most of the days, the other days we were bored Cause we're just small town boys and girls in big city bars We all congregated here to find our own stars And all our hopes and dreams get a little hazy in these city streets 'Cause there ain't no one here from here, if you know what I mean Brad came from Fenelon Falls, Mike from down the road Matty's in from ol' Lindsay and Jake from way up North Jon and me from Omememee, Neil Young is in my head Jesse, Sam from Port Perry and I forget where Kelly said Cause we're just small town boys and girls in big city bars We all congregated here to find our own stars And all our hopes and dreams get a little hazy in these city streets 'Cause there ain't no one here from here, if you know what I mean Now it seems I'm getting bored of this city Getting by the best that I can Drink a little more than I probably should And play my banjo whenever I can And lord I hate my job but it pays the bills, Let's me go out on a Saturday night To hit the concrete, but it's all concrete With my good friends by my side... Cause we're just small town boys and girls in big city bars We all congregated here to find our own stars And all our hopes and dreams get a little hazy in these city streets 'Cause there ain't no one here from here, if you know what I mean
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Oh I've got belief There's nothing watching over me We're all alone in this world Just you and me 'Cause I'm not special and neither are you Nobody's special and nothing is new But every morning I get up and out of bed To face this nothing with you Oh I've got relief From the thing that keeps on haunting me That aching feeling down in my gut That I won't get to live my dreams 'Cause I'm not special and neither are you Nobody's special and nothing is new But every morning I get up and out of bed To face this nothing with you
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03:08
Went back to the river To reflect on where I've been Saw a woman crying there All alone again She said "you've gotta live with what you've done..." Went back to the forest To where I grew to what I am Saw a young boy standing there Holding all my sins He said "you've gotta live with what you've done..." It's been years now since I left home Closed the door, lost the key, went it alone Spoke too softly to make my actions known And cast shadows out, out like a raging storm "...You've gotta live with what you've done." There's a box in a drawer in that house That could have made that woman a spouse But little boy up and ran away To be the child that he is today They say "you've gotta live with what you've done..."

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released February 18, 2014

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Scoop Trumbull & The Wrong Notes Toronto, Ontario

Scoop Trumbull & The Wrong Notes is a group of friends traveling through the murky waters of old-time music on a raft of punk rock flyers holding a banjo.

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