.​.​.​Pull the Cork

by Scoop Trumbull & The Wrong Notes

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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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Track Name: Charles Lindbergh
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
Track Name: Tombstone, Glass Tombstone
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
Track Name: Hard Road to Tow
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
Track Name: My Girl Doesn't Like Me When I'm Sober
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
Track Name: Hitch Up Your Wagon
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
Track Name: Oh, Susanna
Traditional
Track Name: Pillars
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
Track Name: Come Along Little Children (Raise a Ruckus)
Traditional
Track Name: Joe LaFlamme
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
Track Name: Ain't No One Here From Here
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
Track Name: Existential Love Song No. 1
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
Track Name: The River
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..."