Live at the Boxcar

by Vagabondage

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Sitting by the lakeside, letting my eyes drift into the night That old cicada song like a long-lost and forgotten lullaby I could die a happy man underneath the grass and sand and sky If you find my skeleton smiling, just leave me where I lie There's a silver light that shines just behind my fragile flesh and skin It binds me to the earth and stars and guides me like a father from within When I'm feeling low I ride my woes up where the air is cold and thin Just to get a better view of everywhere I've gone and haven't been When my final mortal thoughts are smothered by eternal burning fire The last sound that I'd like to hear, the heavy breath of someone I desire There's no sweeter way to go, ain't no better way to bite the wire I can only hope my luck is up when it's my time to expire
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The years they sit heavy, the minutes ride fast You could cut through this night like a knife… Gray hours of November are hard to remember When the weather is the measure of life CHORUS There’s two stars in the night And we’re down four bottles of wine Two stars in the night And we’re down four bottles of wine You went through the door, walked into the dark You knew not what you would find… The thing that you feared was alone in your heart The beating of blood and of time CHORUS The rain clouds came, the sadness is grown The lightning and thunder caught fire The hardest thing that you find is back home When hearts are confused by desire CHORUS
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I'm walking to the gallows a wealthy man I'm walking to the gallows a wealthy man Got a thousand broken memories I've done the best I can I'm walking to the gallows a wealthy man Please don't tell my true love what I done Please don't tell my true love what I done Of all the men she's had before I'm the only one So please don't tell my true love what I done If I fly on high or burn below If I fly on high or burn below It doesn't matter anyhow I'll die before I go If I fly on high or burn below I'm walking to the gallows a wealthy man I'm walking to the gallows a wealthy man I'm walking to the gallows a wealthy man...
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Raise your glass of ale tonight Raise it to flourescent lights 'Cause soon enough this night will end And we will find the street again You were such a gorgeous mess Guys tried to light your cigarettes The flames would dance around your dress As you drink your whiskey singing CHORUS You were always what I need But you could not control your speed I reach for your hand but it's never there I still have that lock of hair CHORUS I thought that we would just be friends And stick together 'til the end But you and I aren't what we need And now we sing on broken feet CHORUS Summer flies and winter falls Soon we'll be trapped inside these walls So drink to freedom and drink to friends 'Cause soon enough this night will end
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One of these magicians is bound to get it right Another damn musician in the middle of the night The whores are stumbling out from the darkness of their rooms The whole town's looking up the street to see what he can do CHORUS He throws the goat, throw the goat! Let's get the people swaying Throw the goat, throw the goat! Rock out like we're praying Throw the goat, throw the goat! No time can be wasted We're watching history make itself Lets strip our souls buck naked! The magician lifts his hand not once but twice and a third time The tightrope walker is holding fast to the arms of the bird man The crowd is hushed and still again, no one knows what we're needing Except some goddamn magic fast so we don't forget we're living CHORUS He reaches in his pocket, silver flashes in his hand Smoke curls from his fingers like a shotgun on the lam A smile across his face as he tips his flask and drinks "A toast!" he yells "To rock and roll!" and then begins to sing... CHORUS
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about

The album Live at the Boxcar was born at the Boxcar Theater in San Francisco in January 2011, when Vagabondage opened for their friend and musical cohort, the ukulele genius Kelly McCubbin who was doing a series of live shows to record his new album. On a whim they asked if their set could also be recorded for posterity and so Live at the Boxcar was born.

Album Cover Photo: Carrina Maree Photography (carrinamareephotography@yahoo.com )
Album Cover Design: John Flaw
Logo: Jim Jeske

Warning: Contains cussin'.

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released October 12, 2011

John Flaw: vocals, guitar
Emchy: vocals, accordion
Hans Winold: upright bass

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Vagabondage San Francisco, California

Vagabondage is a Bay Area, California based folk-punk band that was born over nachos and wine on a tiny stage in an empty theater in San Francisco’s Mission District. With flasks held high, they play songs of heartbreak, hope, and doom, and have been getting people up on their feet to yell, drink, and sing along to their original songs since 2008. ... more

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