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Anne Boleyn
04:05
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Anne Boleyn
~~~
Midnight in the courtyard
Swear I'd never tell a soul (2x)
If he knew what's going down
High and holy heads would roll
I ain't no bald headed baby
I wasn't born yesterday (2x)
And you don't need permission
To come on out and play
Lord only knows the depths of what I'm stepping in
I've got it bad, I've got it bad for Anne Boleyn
Anne Boleyn, Anne Boleyn
Hit me like a hambone mandolin
I'll be your saline canine
Just say when -- say when
I've got it bad, I've got it bad for Anne Boleyn
(Aw, hit me now)
So, where's the captain of your boredom
When your ship is going down?
I'm standing here, with a clever line
Mama, you don't have to drown
Look out yonder window
See the drunken heavens spin (2x)
Look out all you rounders
I'm coming in
It feels like we've been here before
But I don't know where or when
I've got it bad, I've got it bad
For Anne Boleyn
© 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)
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Space Heater Blues
03:47
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Space Heater Blues
~~~
Stranded on a mattress
In the shadow of an actress
In the deep, dark winter
Sparks from her sweater
Light up the room
With the space heater blues
She wears a noisy necklace
And the birds are alerted
But the cat got your tongue
And Spring won't come
In the electrical hum
Of the space heater blues
Gather 'round, warm your little toes
How long, how long
Have you been out in the cold?
Heaven knows
She got mother of pearl
In the whites of her eyes
And the daughter of a detour
And a moonlit sky
And an order of fries
And the space heater blues
Her kids were with their daddy
For the weekend
She said, "Come on in
Make yourself right at home.
Open that wine and
Turn the space heater on."
It brings me down
But I'll never learn
Deep in the ground
Spring's waiting her turn
(C'mon, baby)
Winter, I don't like you much
And I know you don't like me
That Northwest wind
Is making it clear
So, let's just agree to disagree
It's a cold, cold world
Since my baby set me free
They tell me any day, now
The sun's gonna shine
Birds'll be singing
Baseballs flying
You can open a window
Won't that day be fine?
Oh, the space heater blues (3x)
© 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)
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A Thrill Of My Own
03:36
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A Thrill Of My Own
~~~
I pulled into town
And out of my mind
Calamity was on my trail
A fretful buzz on the driver's side
The devil's just watching me fail
{Attaboy}
I ain't got no wifely prohibitions
Nothing to keep me in line
Somewhere in the middle of nowhere
I can't get you off of my mind
But I've been trying
Darkness falls
The cold wind calls
Guilty to the bone
I'd go out of my mind
If I ever did find
A thrill of my own
It's hard to be blue
When I'm holding you
I'm lost in the stars in your eyes
The things you said
Went right to my head
I might not make it home tonight
That'd be alright
Now, you can pretend we're strangers
If we should ever meet in a crowd
Fool me once, baby, kiss me twice
Ain't we got trouble now?
I guess I'll serenade the gargoyles
For there ain't nobody home
I'd go out of my mind
If I ever did find a thrill of my own
© 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)
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4. |
The Ogre's Waltz
04:41
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The Ogre's Waltz
~~~
Oh, the skids were greased for my disgrace
The day that I was born
The doctor said, "This one goes out to
The fury of all women scorned."
From the single girls of Dublin
To the whores of Tripoli
They all take off running
Soon as they recognize me
I was haunted and horny in Borneo, baby
In the heat and humility
I'll sing no more of Singapore
Till I'm safely out to sea
Hated in Haiti by Lord and by Lady
An attempt was made on my soul
These two voodoo dolls led me down a long hall
Since then I've been digging this hole
I'm the ogre at the orgy
The fly in the anointment
The madman's spiel
The lowlight reel
To your deepest disappointment
And it's many a wretch like me
Down on my knees
I'm breathing gloom in motel rooms
Counting spiders on the wall
A blue recluse is on the loose
That don't bother me at all
Through sewer steam in New Orleans
Done up in gun metal blue
Dreaming of happy nerve endings
On Rue Morgue Avenue
Well, it's 45 minutes of sleep last night
Further, my Lord, from thee
You don't have to tell me I'm not living right
Just have a little sympathy
Thorns of lust, thorns of lust
What a cruel display!
This sacred heart can take so much
Then I've got to call it a day
I'm the ogre at the orgy
The fly in the anointment
The eyesore by the highway
To your deepest disappointment
And it's many a wretch like me
© 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)
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Sunshine Girl
03:07
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Sunshine Girl
~~~
Who's been here since I've been gone?
Pretty girl with the headphones on
In a reverie of heaven in a song
I just smile at her dog and move along
I'd make love to her for sure
If she could endure
If she could endure the gratitude (So uncool)
Of a lonely heart with nothing left to lose
Sunshine girl
What's come over you?
Seems like it's either raining or
Just about to
You can call me a fool
But I'll keep on loving you
Till the day that I die
Of the blues
Who's been gone since I've been here?
Like the bubbles in my beer
Sweet dreams disappear at closing time
Ever smiling, ever brutal on my mind
Mourning dove, mourning dove
Your sweet, misguided love
O, jealousy and gravity abound (All around)
And they'll leave you crying helpless on the ground
Sunshine girl
What's come over you?
Seems like it's either raining or
Just about to
You can call me a fool
But I'll keep on loving you
Till the day that I die
Of the blues
© 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)
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Corrina (Don't Take The Long Way Home)
~~~
I walk in my sleep
Down the empty streets
With my head in the clouds
I saw you last night
You just looked away
And disappeared in the crowd
All the lights are on
At your old address
I nearly knocked on the door
When I awoke, it was only a dream
Like a thousand dreams before
But I'm holding out and holding on
So tired of being alone
Corrina, don't take the long way home
Now, I've got it bad for Miss so and so
Like the tide's got it bad for the moon
It's strangers I need
And I'm a stranger, indeed
As long as I'm longing for you
For you
No headlights on the driveway
No sweet voice on the phone
Corrina
Corrina
Corrina, don't take the long way home
© 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)
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7. |
Eyes of Bonny Blue
03:41
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Eyes of Bonny Blue
~~~
There's a blonde on the tracks
With no strings attached
She's free to get up and leave
There hasn't been a train
Pass through this way
Since 19 - something - and 3
Well, I could have laughed
And just turned my back
And slowly walked away
But that honey dripping voice
It left me no choice
She said, "Sweet daddy
Won't you rescue me?"
Well, I'm rolling around in the red clay dust
Fighting with her ex-boyfriend
Chickens in the yard
And broken down cars
And a couple of scuffed-up men
I stopped his mouth with a lucky left
Ruffled up the side of his head
But nothing seemed to affect him
It was like he was already dead
And I reckon it was something you said
And it's all because of you
And your eyes of bonny blue
It's all because of you
And your eyes
Your eyes of bonny blue
Well, you said something wrong
20 years ago
Now you can't get it out of your mind
Replay the down from the spot of the foul
Half the distance to the goal line
Penalty flags are flying
Pigs are piling on
I can't get up to save myself
Something must be terribly wrong
So I wrote a little song
And it's all because of you
And your eyes of bonny blue
It's all because of you
And your eyes
Your eyes of bonny blue
© 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)
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8. |
Vertigo Girls
05:12
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Vertigo Girls
~~~
Old Gypsy Spells
And Cicada shells
One last summer buzzing by
We prayed in vain
For the mercy of rain
To a spider in the sky
In the mid-morning glare
None the worse for the wear
I shook off a slamming door
Church bells ringing
Bo Diddley singing
"I can tell you don't love me
No more. No more."
Vertigo girls
Won't you come out tonight?
Look at the time
It'll soon be light
Mean old daylight
Over the roar
Of the drunks next door
She's shooting off sparks
Barbecue saints
In a hickory haze
And, man, I don't mean
Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Vertigo Girls
Won't you come out tonight?
Look at the time
It'll soon be light
Mean old daylight
© 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)
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9. |
Make Believe Rag
04:20
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Make Believe Rag
~~~
Crackling rows of yodeling crows
on haunted electrical lines
Summer's gone like a 3 minute song
I guess she really means it this time
This time
She done made up her mind
But you know how your fortunes
Can turn on a dime
The sun's going down like a poke in the eye
Right down the middle of this highway I ply
And on that greasy panorama
Our destinations collide
Sometimes you've got to be reminded
That life ain't all a drag
Strike up the band
Baby, take my hand
And we'll dance to that make believe rag
Yeah, we'll dance to that make believe rag
Make believe
I'll never be the nominee
For best director of a life
The cast and the crew
Are tired and blue
And we're losing our light
Our light
And I've got a lot of nerve
To tell you everything will be alright
Sometimes you've got to be reminded
That life ain't all a drag
Strike up the band
Baby, take my hand
And we'll dance to that make believe rag
Yeah, we'll dance to that make believe rag
Make believe
© 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)
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Wandering Star
04:10
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Wandering Star
~~~
So, where are you now, my lonely one?
A lifetime of light years from home
Where there ain't no West, North, South or East
And every detour's
Got a detour of it's own
It's a far cry from heaven
Right out of the blue
The cold wind blows
From soul to soul
And my thoughts go back to you
Wandering star
Don't wander too far
Shine a loving light
Where the lonely are
Wandering star
Well, honey, I know
It's a hard way to go
But there ain't no denying the blues
They lying in wait in the shadows
Of every little thing
You've been meaning to do
Still you're asking for mercy
With all the trouble down below
On that wheel of worry
That's spinning out of control
Wandering star
Don't wander too far
Shine a loving light
'Cause you know where we are
Wandering star
© 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)
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Scott Hrabko Kansas City, Missouri
Kansas City's Scott Hrabko is an independent singer/songwriter who has followed his own mercurial muse since the town's late-
80s indie rock scene.
“Hrabko’s rootsy songs are filled with trap doors, hidden nooks, and secret passageways. They’re like those dreams within comfortably familiar houses that suddenly have brand new rooms.”
Mike Warren - No Depression
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