Prairie Shanties of the Landlocked Mariner

by Rob Reid

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released 04 December 2012
All Songs written by Rob Reid except #9 Sadie by Joanna Newsom (Drag City, BMI)

Rob Reid: Guitar, percussion, vocals
Carter O’Brien: Guitar on track 2
Felipe Fraga: Snare and shaker on tracks 1, 2, and 10
Ira Ochs: Cello on tracks 4, 5, and 9
Julie Jurgens: Vocal harmonies on tracks 3, 7, 8, and 10
Julius Otto: Organ on tracks 4 and 7
Rami Atassi: Bass on tracks 1, 2, 6, and 10; guitar on track 6
Steve Dawson: Vocal harmonies on tracks 7, 8, and 10
44 Cent, Chris Darby, and Lex Mendes: Spoken word on track 1

Recording and preliminary mixing by Jeff Breakey (with help from Brad Belcher) at Good Wolf Studios, Chicago IL
Final mixing and mastering by Tim Sandusky at Studio Ballistico, Chicago IL

Cover art by Martha Iserman (Big Red Sharks)

Special thanks to Frank Rumoro, Kathy Cowan, Charles Kim, and Steve Dawson

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A voracious listener of traditional music from around the world, Rob draws from genres such as hi-life, griot, bossa nova, and classic jazz to create a backdrop for songs about real and fictional characters. Unlike Rob, these colorful characters get involved in endeavors such as riding public transit in West Africa, surviving lightning strikes, and holding up banks. ... more

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Track Name: The Man Who Slept Too Long
woke up this morning
found a newspaper from yesterday
the greatest thrills are yet to come
"Adventures of Kathlyn" at theatres today

put on my Homburg
with Milwaukee Avenue ahead
the man in knickers laughed at me
"hit the road, bozo!" he said

We haven’t had movies in this building
since 1908
if you want to get with the times
get some Action Roller skates instead

I slept for what seemed like ages
dreaming of Action Rollers
fancy figure skating
zipping around sharp corners

put on my knickers
with Milwaukee Avenue ahead
the man in the zoot suit laughed at me
"take a powder, knucklehead!"

That was Eddie’s hardware store
Eddie is now long since dead
roller skates are no longer in fashion
how ‘bout an RCA Victor instead

I dreamt of jitter-free pictures
on all thirteen channels
a Golden Throat tone system
broadcasting Henry Aldrich’s troubles

put on my zoot suit
with Milwaukee Avenue ahead
the man in cargo laughed at me
"vete, usted!"

Tu es loco, señor!
Televisor? No lo tengo.
Pero si tiene hambre
Tenemos buenos chiles rellenos
Track Name: This Horse Can Never Be Tamed
Spent time away from home
I love to roam the mountainside.
Once I’ve seen all the world
then I’ll be satisfied.
I could never live inside a cage
knowing all the world remains outside.

Though I roam far and wide
I’ll come back to your side.
Your hands are reassuring,
and bridles keep my body close
but not my soul
and this horse can never be tamed
can never be tamed.

This land is ours to roam,
the hills and trees are kin.
I know each river well
and bid them stay undisciplined.
And I could never live inside a cave
I would miss my bitter friend, the wind.

Yes I can promise you
that I will be true.
I’ve no sights on any other
but I’m in love with hills and trees,
and ramblin’ streams
and this horse can never be tamed
can never be tamed.

Spent too much time alone,
I learned to live by my own rules.
Don’t trust the way things are
Or what I learned in school.
I could never live upon a stage,
perception never lines up with what’s true.

And I hope you’ll understand
I run with a band.
I know you’re different
but still I dream that you will
sometimes run with me
though this horse can never be tamed
can never be tamed.
Track Name: January Fourteenth
A smooth sheet of white blankets these prairies
as twisted leaves tremble on skeleton trees.
The cottony grey sky rolls on and on,
this barren land’s a desert of cold.

Kingbirds and warblers have ceased their songs
and long since flown to southern lands.
All the air is still and all I hear is
crunching of snow beneath my feet.

I’ve grown accustomed to these woolen socks,
these cotton layers are like my skin.
As I glide across these frozen ponds
the winter’s beauty is slowly revealed.

When the Worm Moon rises and the ground thaws
and birds return to sing their songs,
I won’t be ready to hang up these skates-
I’ve learned to love this desert of cold.