Brewflies
09/01/2015
Merle Travis

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar and vocals

Kirsti Gholson - Vocals

Jeff Schmich - Mandolin

Dan Levy - Banjo

Billy Clockel - Bass

Dan Hickey- Drums

Keith Slattery - Piano

Lyrics

I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, not made by hand

I've got a mother, sister and a brother
Who have gone this way before
I am determined to go and find them, good Lord
Over on that other shore

I'm goin' down to the river of Jordan
Just to bathe my wearisome soul
If I can just touch the hem of his garment, good Lord
Then I know he'd make me whole

I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, not made by hand

Brewflies
09/01/2015
Richard Thompson

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar, vocals

Kirsti Gholson - Vocals

Jeff Schmich - Mandolin

Dan Levy - Banjo

Billy Clockel - Bass

Gary Oleyar - Fiddle

Jody Kruskal - Concertina

 

Lyrics

I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the Summer of Love
They were burning babies, burning flags
The hawks against the doves
I took a job in the steamie
Down on Cauldrum Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl
Who was working next to me

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way"

Brown hair zig-zag around her face
And a look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was animal in her eyes
She said, "Young man, oh can't you see
I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here
I'll surely lose my mind"

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine that I might crush her where she lay
She was a lost child, she was running wild
She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way"

We busked around the market towns
And picked fruit down in Kent
And we could tinker lamps and pots
And knives wherever we went
And I said that we might settle down
Get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug

She said "Oh man, you foolish man
It surely sounds like hell
You might be Lord of half the world
You'll not own me as well"

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way

We was camping down the Gower one time
The work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost
And I thought maybe we should
We was drinking more in those days
And tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I let her run
With the rambling itch

Oh the last I heard she's sleeping rough
Back on the Derby beat
White Horse in her hip pocket
And a wolfhound at her feet
And they say she even married once
A man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan
Was too much settling down

And they say her flower is faded now
Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just the price
You pay for the chains you refuse

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Well I wouldn't want her any other way

Brewflies
09/01/2015
Kirsti Gholson

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar and vocals, guitar solo

Billy Clockel - Bass

Kirsti Gholson – Lead vocals

Jeff Schmich - Mandolin

Dan Hickey- Drums

Dave Mason – Electric Guitar

Keith Slattery – Piano

Lyrics

That youthful crush-flight-of-fancy did not

Include the crazy bag of tricks that you got

Now I see the world, dizzy, from this well-fed height

Sorry, sometimes crumbs and litter steal the spotlight

 

Stay a while

I’ll keep my mind free and versatile

You find me

Beguiled by the fallen snow but still got your back, you know

 

Did I appear as a seraphic vision?

I guess I cast that spell by chance

Then bells rang out and my head turned to serpents

Ok, so the phone makes me shudder

And you buy all our needs and fun

But I can feed you such righteous rebellion

 

Stay a while

I’ll keep my hands warm and versatile

You find me

Beguiled by the fallen snow but still got your back, you know

 

When I’m still too scared to sing

Or make you hesitate

Just remember I took the hell off your plate

 

Stay a while

I’ll keep my mouth warm and versatile

You find me

Beguiled by the fallen snow but still got your back, you know

 

I’m dreaming that we’ll get old

And have lots of cats to hold

Make out often by the candle glow

Live on the grounds of a French chateau

Come into a lotta dough

And pay off everyone we owe

Use the rest to fight the status quo

Cross the country in a Winnebago

Learn Tango! Talk to crows!

Kick sealer ass on the ice flows

Walk the Valley of the Pharaohs

Heal our hearts as the lily tree grows

Spin a mani wheel in Paro

Stomp on grapes in Bordeaux

Read all the poets that we should know and

Make a whole lot of love before you go…

Brewflies
09/01/2015
Michael Veitch

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar, vocals

Kirsti Gholson - Vocals

Jeff Schmich - Banjo

Billy Clockel - Bass

Professor Louie Hurwitz - Accordion

Larry Packer - Fiddle

Lyrics

Chorus

There’s a hole in this day

A hole that you left me in this day

There’s a hole in this day

A hole you left me here in this day

 

Where a dear and faithful friend

A dear and faithful friend would come to stay

Now there’s a rain, full of tears

A rain full of tears falls today

 

Chorus

There’s a hole in this day

A hole that you left me in this day

There’s a hole in this day

A hole you left me here in this day

 

You walked me out and down your road

Walked me out and down your road so slow

Chased me home, you chased me home

Chased me home, down that road we would go

 

Chorus

There’s a hole in this day

A hole that you left me in this day

There’s a hole in this day

A hole you left me here in this day

 

Touched my heart, you touched my heart

Touched my heart deeply each and every way

There’s a hole, a great big hole

There’s a hole that you left me in this day

There’s a hole that you left me in this day

Brewflies
09/01/2015
Bill Carlisle & Lonnie Glosson

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain – Guitar, vocals

Billy Clockel - Bass

Kirsti Gholson - Vocals

Dan Levy – Banjo and lead vocals

Jeff Schmich - Mandolin

Lisa Gutkin - Vocals

Jimmy Heffernan –Dobro

Gary Oleyar - Fiddle

Lyrics

Now I got rockin' chair money
But I got it the hard, hard way
I fought in every battle
From the start to the VJ day
And now I'll rock, yeah, rock
Oh baby, rock, rock on down the line

 

Now some folks seem to be jealous
Some don't seem to care
But I got rockin' chair money, honey
To rock on away the years
'Cause I love to rock, yeah, rock
Baby, let’s rock, rock on down the line

 

I rocked away out on the ocean
I rolled the waves and such
But I’m a-gonna spend my money
Any way that I think I must,
'Cause I love to rock, yeah, rock
Baby, rock, rock on down the line

 

I'll soon get my big check, baby
And then we'll have some fun
This rockin' chair money, honey
Is better than totin' a gun
'Cause I love to rock, yeah, rock
Baby, rock, let's rock on down the line

 

Let's go honky-tonkin'
Let's honky-tonk all night
Let's lollygag and smooch and love
And do everything all right
'Cause I love to rock, yeah, rock
Baby, rock, let's rock on down the line

Brewflies
09/01/2015
Bruce Springsteen

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar, vocals

Kirsti Gholson - Vocals

Billy Clockel - Bass

Gary Oleyar - Fiddle

Jody Kruskal - Concertina

Dan Hickey - Drums

Lyrics

I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
Id sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
He’d tousle my hair and say son take a good look around
This is your hometown, this is your hometown
This is your hometown, this is your hometown

In `65 tension was running high at my high school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a saturday night in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come to my hometown
My hometown, my hometown, my hometown

Now main streets whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there aint nobody wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they aint coming back to
Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown

Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
I’m thirty-five we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good
Look around
This is your hometown, this is your hometown
This is your hometown, this is your hometown

Brewflies
09/01/2015
Michael Veitch

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar and vocals

Billy Clockel - Bass

Kirsti Gholson – Lead vocals

Lisa Gutkin - Fiddles, background Vocals

Lyrics

Home when I was young

Winter was pure magic

A crazy new world

Buried in white blankets

So peaceful and shining

Those falling, frozen tears

A quiet light on a special night

The first snow of the year

 

Old, climbing hemlock

Outside my window

Dressed in new finest

Branches heavy and low

Ready for the long sleep

As moon's smiles reach us here

Reflected in the ice beneath

The first snow of the year

 

Our wandering footsteps

Follow us all the long way home

Feet up by the fire shine

Let those cold winds blow

 

Making long shadows

In candles dim glow

Safe and warm now

Let it snow, let it snow

So peaceful and shining

Those falling, frozen tears

A quiet light on a special night

The first snow of the year

Brewflies
09/01/2015
Jeff Schmich

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Jeff Schmich - Lead vocals, Mandolin

Larry Brittain - Guitar, vocals

Kirsti Gholson - Vocals

Billy Clockel - Bass

Professor Louie Hurwitz - Piano

Larry Packer - Fiddle

Lyrics

When I say don’t worry, it means I’m OK

When I say don’t leave, it means i wish you’d stay

You’re such a long time gone from me now

 

So long ago, you said you loved me so

How was I to know, One day you’d up and go

You’re such a long time gone from me now

 

I know what what said, but I know what you did

Now you’re back at my door, who you tryin’ to kid

You’re such a long time gone from me now

 

Well I’m markin’ my place, but I’m turning the page

You gave to me all, all my joy and my rage

You’re such a long time gone from me now

You’re such a long time gone from me now

You’re such a long time gone from me now

Brewflies
09/01/2015
Bill Monroe

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar and vocals

Kirsti Gholson - Vocals

Jeff Schmich - Mandolin

Dan Levy - Banjo

Billy Clockel - Bass

Gary Oleyar - Fiddle

Lyrics

I wanna be ready!  I wanna be ready!
I wanna be ready, Lord, to walk in Jerusalem just like John.
I wanna be ready!  I wanna be ready!
I wanna be ready, Lord, to walk in Jerusalem just like John.

Oh, John, Oh John, Oh, whatta you say?
Walking in Jerusalem just like John.
I'll meet you there on the judgment day.
Walking in Jerusalem just like John.

Chorus:
I wanna be ready!  I wanna be ready!
I wanna be ready, Lord, to walk in Jerusalem just like John.
I wanna be ready!  I wanna be ready!
I wanna be ready, Lord, to walk in Jerusalem just like John.

 

Now John said the city was just four-square

Walking in Jerusalem just like John.
And he said he’d meet us there.
Walking in Jerusalem just like John.

Chorus:
I wanna be ready!  I wanna be ready!
I wanna be ready, Lord, to walk in Jerusalem just like John.
I wanna be ready!  I wanna be ready!
I wanna be ready, Lord, to walk in Jerusalem just like John.


Some come crippled and some come lame,
Walking in Jerusalem just like John.
Some come walking in Jesus' name.
Walking in Jerusalem just like John.

Chorus:
I wanna be ready!  I wanna be ready!
I wanna be ready, Lord, to walk in Jerusalem just like John.
I wanna be ready!  I wanna be ready!
I wanna be ready, Lord, to walk in Jerusalem just like John.


Oh, John, Oh John, Oh, whatta you say?
Walking in Jerusalem just like John.
I'll meet you there on the crowning day.
Walking in Jerusalem just like John.

Chorus:
I wanna be ready!  I wanna be ready!
I wanna be ready, Lord, to walk in Jerusalem just like John.
I wanna be ready!  I wanna be ready!
I wanna be ready, Lord, to walk in Jerusalem just like John.

Brewflies
09/01/2015
Autry Inman

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar, vocals

Billy Clockel – Bass

Dan Levy – Banjo, lead vocals

Jeff Schmich - Mandolin

Keith Slattery - Piano

Lyrics

Teardrops fell the night you said
I love you, dear and you were wed
I watched you while you held his hand
Then bowed my head and cried again

 Chorus

I cried again when I reached home
There sat your picture all alone
I thought of things that might have been
Then bowed my head and cried again

 I took your letters from the shelf
Then read them loud just to myself
But just before I reached the end
I turned away and cried again

Chorus

Now here’s the reason why I say

That I must throw your things away

For they would always bring me pain

And then I’d have to cry again

 

I've thought of love I’d been denied
And how to hold it had I tried
And of dreams that we had shared
And days gone by when you’d cared.

 

Chorus

Now here’s the reason why I say

That I must throw your things away

For they will always bring me pain

And then I’ll have to cry again

Brewflies
09/01/2015
Michael Veitch

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar, vocals

Kirsti Gholson - Vocals

Jeff Schmich - Mandolin

Dan Levy - Banjo

Billy Clockel - Bass

Gary Oleyar - Fiddle

Dan Hickey - Drums

Keith Slattery - Piano, Organ

 

Lyrics

Astonishing women and their desperate men

Oakies forever, till the bitter end

As another round of pain comes around again

The back may break, but the will won’t bend

 

Been through the desert on the shakey wheels

Too sick to eat, too hungry to feel

Gonna make a last stand out in Bakersfield

Too proud to beg, too tired to steel

 

Chorus:

And if tomorrow comes in a long black coat

Down the holy spirit and the Jesus road

They won’t catch me cuz’ I ain’t goin’

Gonna find which way a good wind is blowin’

 

A little piece of land is all a man will need

To feed his family, keep ‘em off their knees

Those tractors won the fight back in Tennessee--

Nothing left but the fading memories

 

Chorus

 

I’m gonna keep my eyes straight on this road we’re driving on

This big valley it can’t hold out for long

There’ll be no more runnin’ until the gas is gone

You can’t stop a man who believes he belongs

 

Brewflies
09/01/2015
Randy Newman

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar, lead vocals

Billy Clockel - Bass

Kirsti Gholson - Vocals

Jeff Schmich – Mandolin, lead vocals

Professor Louie Hurwitz – Accordion

Larry Packer - Fiddle

Lyrics

In America you'll get food to eat
Won't have to run through the jungle
And scuff up your feet
You'll just sing about Jesus and drink wine all day
It's great to be an American

Ain't no lions or tigers ain't no mamba snake
Just the sweet watermelon and the buckwheat cake
Everybody is as happy as a man can be
Climb aboard little wog sail away with me

 Chorus

Sail away sail away
We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay
Sail away-sail away
We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay

 In America every man is free
To take care of his home and his family
You'll be as happy as a monkey in a monkey tree
You're all gonna be an American

 Sail away sail away
We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay
Sail away-sail away
We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay

Brewflies
09/01/2015
Traditional

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar, vocals

Kirsti Gholson - Vocals

Jeff Schmich - Mandolin

Billy Clockel - Bass

Jimmy Heffernan -Dobro

Lyrics

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there’s no sickness, no toil no danger
In that bright world to which I go

I’m going home to see my mother
I’m going home, no more to roam
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m just a going over home

I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But beauteous fields lie just before me
Where men redeemed their vigils keep

I’m going home to see my father
He said he'd meet me when I come
I’m just a going over Jordan
I’m just a going over home

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
And there’s no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go

I’m going home to see my Saviour
I’m going home, no more to roam
I’m just a going over Jordan
I’m just a going over home
I’m just a going over home

 

Brewflies
01/06/2009
Larry Brittain

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar and vocals

Kirsti Gholson - Vocals

Jeff Schmich - Mandolin

Billy Clockel - Bass

Lisa Gutkin - Fiddle

Dan Hickey - Drums

Bar Scott - Background Vocals

Mike Mindel - Piano

Brewflies
01/07/2013
Jeff Schmich

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar and vocals

Jeff Schmich - Mandolin, vocals

Billy Clockel - Bass

Bill Keith - Banjo

Lisa Gutkin - fiddle

Brewflies
John Prine

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar and vocals

Jeff Schmich - Banjo, Mandolin

Billy Clockel - Bass

Mark Murphy - Cello

Brewflies
McDade/Brown

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar and vocals

Kirsti Gholson - Vocals

Jeff Schmich - Vocals, banjo, mandolin,

Billy Clockel - Bass

Dan Hickey - Drums

Mark Murphy - Cello

 

Brewflies
Michael Veitch

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar and vocals

Kirsti Gholson - Vocals

Jeff Schmich - Mandolin

Billy Clockel - Bass

Lisa Gutkin - Fiddle

Dan Hickey - Drums

Dave Mason - Electric Guitar

Bar Scott - Background Vocals

Joshua Pearl - Piano, Organ

Brewflies
2008
C. Kenner - D. Bartholomew

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar, vocals

Jeff Schmich - Mandolin, vocals

Billy Clockel - Bass

Dan Hickey - Drums

Joshua Pearl - Piano

Brewflies
2008
Bob Dylan

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar, vocals

Jeff Schmich - Mandolin, vocals

Billy Clockel - Bass

Brewflies
01/07/2013
Jeff Schmich

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar

Jeff Schmich - Mandolin

Billy Clockel - Bass

Mark Murphy - Cello

Brewflies
Traditional

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar, vocals

Jeff Schmich - Mandolin, vocals

Billy Clockel - Bass

Bill Keith - Banjo

Jim Coleman - Background vocal

Brewflies
2008
Bob Dylan

Story

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK

Larry Brittain - Guitar, vocals

Jeff Schmich - Vocals, Banjo, Mandolin

Billy Clockel - Bass

Lisa Gutkin - Fiddle