Track 2: Have I Been Rescued? (The Ballad of the Broke-Down Blue)

(Introduction: Strictly Bass and Mouth Organ
Then a gradual wave of Gospel- getting louder and louder, like a Mouthie. Then).

Oh Gospel, could you hear me
when the water lapped my waist?
Heard nothin’ to alarm me
Put that devil in his place
Now just a dice roll from delusion
I blinked every second frame
I counted angles in the alleys
Every one was just the same.
Now my baby’s out of earshot
And she better be as blue
The pavement full of fractures
For my wails to drip into

Chorus:
You let me bawl about my baby
When I shoulda been asleep?
How could you let my fingers tremble?
Yeah, Let me bawl about that girl.

Say Gospel, could ya hear me
As the water touched my chest?
Don’t set fire to the bar-side, they said
But it was just a test.
I just don’t have the guts for heaven
and hell don’t have the guts for me.
You wear your sins like jewellery
And Now Honey, you’re guilt free

Chorus:
You let me bawl about my baby
When I shoulda been asleep.
How could you let my stomach empty?
Well let me bawl about my girl.

But tell me…
Gospel could you hear me
As the water reached my neck?
I was overcast with moonshine
I just hadn’t thought to check.
All my jokes before the bar side
fell flat out on their designs
So I plot a graph from Britain
To the Jwaneng Diamond Mines.

Chorus:
You let me bawl about my baby
When I shoulda been asleep.
How could you let my gizzards tangle?
Well let me bawl about my girl.

For Godssake Gospel won’t you hear me
Now the water’s overhead?
I’m screaming can’t you hear me!?
It’s hopeless now to tread.

Chorus:
You let me bawl about my baby
When I shoulda been asleep!
How couldya let my lungs fill
Lord I coulda been asleep!
All of this is your fault
So let me
Bawl
About
The
Girl.

Track 1: Genevieve

Genevieve is chewing gum, she’s just chewing gum.
She’s other things, but all in all.

And I like her all the more for it.

Genevieve she wears this coat, this trim waistcoat and sooted shades.
And they were both. It really gave her a buzz.
She could really buzz. Christ, Genevieve, could really buzz- it would make you sweat.

Chorus:
Time’s for service.
Keep this train
Oh keep this train from holdin’.

Genevieve she drives this train. You see, she wails and drives this train.
It’s service and I serve her too.
A reasoned choice for servitude.

And rolling when she’s burning heat, like Genevieve could shovel heat.
Coz rolling embers’ rolling blues
Gratify this iron.

Give her those spirituals.

Chorus:
Time’s for service.
Keep this train
Oh keep this train from holdin’

And, oh, each drip of sweat fell down, drowned out by the embers chorusline:
“Don’t tarry here, this line goes on/ serve her till the night’s all gone”

Backing vocals: ‘Is this what you want?’ (repeated till finish)

But Genevieve won’t tarry here, she’d never wait nor tarry here.
She’ll wail and wail
And scale this locomotive frame.
And she’ll join the embers, saying:
“Don’t tarry here, this line goes on/ serve her till the night’s all gone”

Chorus:
Time’s for service.
Keep this train
Oh keep this train from holdin’
Time’s for service.
Keep this train
Oh keep this train from holdin’
Time’s for service.
Serve this train
Oh keep this train from grindin’