| Texas | A rollicking faux country ballad of love on the road | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| God Bless America | A snapshot of 21st Century America — “Detox boys watch botox girls...”|
Seven Ways |
Wry musings on a year spent as a house husband in Washington DC |
So Much Crime |
A soul style polemic on the Iraq folly |
Don’t Dig My Grave too Deep |
The Civil War deathbed crie de couer of one of Quantrill’s Raiders |
There |
A meditative sweep from the streets of New York City and upwards — “Barak Obama, go tell your mama, he’s come to save us all from a lot of bad karma” |
Puppeteer |
Lament for a fallen musical colleague — “Some say that Nashville broke his heart” |
Lazy Dazy |
Mississippi John Hurt style country blues pastoral from a week down on Mary Frances’ farm in southern Virginia |
Song of the Open Road |
Lessons from the American road — freedom, luck, and self-discovery |
Deep Deep River |
Hick Louisiana blues from before the water overflowed |
Takoma Park |
Comic portrait of a soft left suburb on the outskirts of Washington DC, with Glockenspiel solo |
American Guitar |
A bitter sweet farewell note to America's highways and musicians | |
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