Sinatra's Bones (album, 2014)

by Floyd Thursby

Eight Days 02:56
I’ve got rotgut in my belly I’ve got fire in my head I’ve got something in my soul you mustn’t see I’ve seen fleeting signs of torrid crimes And fucking in the streets I’ve got nothing in my pockets Except a dollar’s worth of sweets But I’ve got you girl And you’re a firefly fainting from the heat I’ve been driving such a distance That I near forgot my name But I’ll race the clock, I’ll snort the road right off the map And hear that humming in the air It’s not the wheels, it’s in my bones It’s daylight dreams and motel nights And sleeping all alone But I’m coming back girl I’m eight days, nine hours from coming home CHORUS Eight days, eight days I’m run run running home, run run running Eight days, eight days I'm run run running home, run run running back home You see the Bureau put me in a home When I was just fourteen I took the cane, I took the whip, I took the strap And instead of cryin’ I turned to lyin’ Coz fiction works as good as truth And Oswald killed the President Like JFK killed John Wilkes Booth And you girl, You’re a rebel wrongin’ up a one way street CHORUS Now everybody lies to me, Sells candy-striped confections In packages of crisp sincerity But I got rhymes for modern times A pure and true conceit This path is paved with precious lies That fall beneath my feet And that’s a fact girl That’s a tattoo to bear upon your back CHORUS x 2
She’s the girl, the only girl The one who likes her Sundays in the rain Tuning in the radio To greet the morning headlines with champagne She keeps a journal by the bed And jars of fruit her mother sent from home All wrapped up in a ribbon bow Stroking out her schedule with a comb CHORUS And in the end, you gotta walk, you gotta run, you gotta fly When loving her is easy and she’s shining like a star Sing it to the sun and to the rain and to the sky No matter how or why you gotta walk, you gotta run, you gotta fly I saw her in a dream today Sneaking past the horses in the mist Striding through the desert night A filament of sunlight in her fist CHORUS So she's the girl, the only girl The girl who hangs a bell out on the tides I kiss her in the morning sun I hold her while the wolf moon rides CHORUS
I got a stomp-rack Hackensack fight-back letter in the mail I got five clear days to bust my lady from the county jail Bought pick and shovel, soap and razors from the store Got to get my lady back before she sings no more She made the A.B. chain break clean upon the stroke of five We hit the hoedown south all crazy just to be alive She said percs and pruno ain’t gonna fix my jones I got to get a taste - I’m digging up Sinatra’s bones CHORUS We’re digging up Sinatra’s bones Yes we’re digging up Sinatra’s bones Right side radio and left against the wheel You can’t ride the road without steel She said for six smack months I’m jiving to the jailhouse junk The smoke you sent I stashed it up my suitcase trunk So I got the gear if you got the skin to get ripped I’m clinging to the rope - I’m raiding Frankie Albert’s crypt CHORUS You take the one bone black and two bones right behind the eyes You lock the 88 blind Sinatra bone between your lady’s thighs She’s got the song and you’re gonna work that croon And the Chairman of the Board he’s counting in the flatback tune CHORUS
It’s four in the morning, the night birds are calling her name Well that’s how it feels when your thoughts flutter close to the flame She gave me this photo of her and her friends in the park And I know it sounds strange, but she blinked, and the whole thing’s gone dark CHORUS Goodnight my love, goodnight my long lost friend Goodnight, I know that I’ll see you again Goodnight my love, goodnight my long lost friend Goodnight, I know that I’ll see you again Just open your eyes I remember the photo but Lord I’ve forgotten the day Coz that was the time that me and my girl fell away Fell away from each other, fell away from the plans we had made Fell into the comfort of beds in which we’d never laid CHORUS A woman in profile, she turns to the storms in the south With eyes that won’t open, and words that come torn at the mouth But inside the frame there’s a girl and her friends in the park And somewhere it’s morning, and we blink ourselves out of the dark CHORUS
Walk Free 03:20
One day, you’re gonna leave here, you’re gonna leave here, and walk free. One day, you’re gonna love her, you’re gonna love her, and walk free. CHORUS They said there’s no rebellion anymore, no shotgun destiny They made you take a bullet for the man, but now you’re walking free One day, you’re gonna go to town, you’re gonna go to town and buy the next round and paint that bastard sky to crimson hell One day, you’re gonna walk tall, you’re gonna walk tall, and walk free CHORUS One day, you’re gonna set sail, you’re gonna rise and watch the rain come down like a wall between the ocean and the sky. One day, you’re gonna leave here, you’re gonna leave this island prison where an army of our convict fathers lie. CHORUS
I found me a bag of knives, all sitting in an old junk tree I took it back home to my mama dear, she hit me with a stone eye stare I took that bag to the policeman, I took it to the parish priest Nobody wants the word on a bag of knives, they threw me out in the street CHORUS Now I got me a bag of knives Six cleavers and a bone white shank So get me a meeting with the mister mayor I got something I got to say But nothing gets down like a hole in the ground, nothing gets done like dirt I put those cleavers in the holedark ground, I put the cleavers in the holedark dirt I sent that sin down to Mister Jones, I sent that bag to hell But I swear that bag crawls back to me, dragging stink across the bar room floor CHORUS I tell my tale to the mister mayor, I tell my tale to the street And mister mayor knows I've got an old junk tree all hanging down low with blades They tied me to the trunk of that old junk tree, wrapped me up fine in rags Now I'm waiting for the devil with a bag of knives, six cleavers and a bone white shank CHORUS
Clementine 02:22
You struck a match off your boot You scraped the sole on devil’s root You took your heel from off my neck You tossed your hair like a shipwreck So I raised a grin with both my hands Held in place with rubber bands I tied a laugh to the frigate mast You know those teeth were made to last CHORUS Ooh ah ooh ah Clementine You got to got to get the Axehead Line Clementine Your vicious loving trails along behind Way down below, beyond the sails The lady waits with painted nails The shipping news forecasting gales You know you can’t grab a rat by a rabbit’s tail CHORUS Forsake the sea, but not by choice You’ll lose the way, you’ll lose your voice The sun don’t rise on the devil’s land And she smiles as she takes my hand CHORUS
I don’t know when it all began The hungry chance, the faded plan I know that I was once a man Of flesh and blood, and circumstance But I paid my toll like anybody else I had a dream I met my fate She was walking by at half past eight And she opened up the night time gate Said, ‘once for love, and twice for hate’ And number three I knew was meant for me CHORUS And if once is for love and if twice is for hate Well I know I did wrong and I carry that weight And my eyes remain open, I’m standing up straight But all I can see is the shadow of the night time gate They say that hope from hardship springs But I’d fly away on evening’s wings I’d take the silence night can bring To lose that drunken moment’s sting For I loved a girl, but once I was a fool CHORUS I met my dream at half past eight And I loved her by the night time gate But all she said was ‘twice for hate’ And I knew that I must wait alone CHORUS
I emptied my bag onto the empty bed I emptied my thoughts out of my empty head I shot an empty stare through the screen of the blank TV And I could not see the man that I used to be CHORUS I know that time can be a weapon in your hand I know that love can treat you wrong I know that wherever I am going my shadow’s gone ahead Because I am walking away from the sun I am walking away from the sun She is gone and we are done – I got that telephone call And I was crying like a drunken sailor sliding down a wall But too long gone is too many goodbyes too late I can be strong but I can’t turn back fate CHORUS So goodnight to the day that took my baby away Goodnight to the day that stole my heart Welcome to a night of shattered stars and a broken moon Welcome to a sky that’s falling apart CHORUS
Stella Marie 03:34
I wanted her to love me I wanted her to care So when she was a-sleeping I stole a lock of hair I stole a lock of hair And I sewed it in my skin I had it with me always So her heart I’d surely win One day she was a-drinking And she told me the truth She said, “Floyd, I cannot love you I was unhappy in my youth.” “I was pale and I was sickly, And I walked a crooked path I thought that God was with me But he was not within my heart.” She lived by the Bible But she also lived by fear And a dream began to haunt her That the sea was drawing near I wore the hair upon me But her heart was harder still She thought only of her troubles And of the sea’s awful chill She would cry out in the night ‘I’m Stella Marie The star of the sea The waves move up To cover me. Oh the star of the sea Yes I’m Stella Marie Stella Marie The star of the sea.’ And when I die I pray the sea To take my bones To Stella Marie To lie beside My star of the sea My star of the sea Miss Stella Marie
The soldiers have gone, my child The night may be quiet, but your dreams are wild Wait for the sun, wave to the moon Morning is coming, the owls sleep soon CHORUS There is hope, oh there is hope For all who dream on below There’ll be peace, yes there’ll be peace When all the town’s asleep Where are the church bells now? Where is the farmer, where’s the plough? What does the future hold When all of our fathers could raise no gold? CHORUS If we have bread, my friend Break it with me, we’ll mark the end If we have wine, sweet wine Drink to moonlight, drink to sunshine CHORUS



released March 1, 2014

Floyd Thursby – vocals, acoustic guitars, electric guitars
Roderick Greig – drums, vocals, vibraphone, percussion
Yanai Morris – electric guitars, ukulele, vocals
Andrew Tanner – double bass, bass guitar

Special guests: Jon Delaney – guitar solo on Clementine, Gus Macmillan – banjo, Andy Williamson – saxophones

Written, composed and produced by Floyd Thursby
Mixed and engineered by Neil Thomason
Rhythm section engineered by Simon Cotter
Recorded at Head Gap, Melbourne, Australia
Mastered by Ross Cockle at Sing Sing, Melbourne, Australia

Artwork and design by Gregory Mackay | @ggorgg

Thanks to Peter Baylor, Merry Prain, Tom Rouch, Enzo Ruberto. | @MrFloydThursby |

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