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Missed Trains, Absent Lovers and Broken Whiskey Bottles

by Raymie Wilson

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MISSED TRAINS ABSENT LOVERS AND BROKEN WHISKEY BOTTLES THEY'RE THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY YEARS MISSED TRAINS ABSENT LOVERS AND MORE OF THOSE WHISKEY BOTTLES I CAN'T TALK TO SOMEONE WHO'S NOT HERE MISSED TRAINS BUSES AND AEROPLANES THROUGH NO-ONE ELSE'S FAULT NO MATTER HOW EARLY I LEAVE SOME PLACE I INEVITABLY GET CAUGHT UP WITH SOMEONE ELSE'S PROBLEMS AND WHEN I TRY TO HELP THEM OUT I END UP BEING LATE AGAIN ON THAT THERE IS NO DOUBT MISSED TRAINS ABSENT LOVERS AND BROKEN WHISKEY BOTTLES THEY'RE THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY YEARS MISSED TRAINS ABSENT LOVERS AND MORE OF THOSE WHISKEY BOTTLES I CAN'T TALK TO SOMEONE WHO'S NOT HERE ABSENT LOVERS THEY ARE NEVER AROUND WHEN YOU NEED THEM MOST THEY ARE ALWAYS SOMEPLACE ELSE WHEN YOU'RE FEELING PAIN AND COLD YOU AIN'T JEALOUS OR BITTER BUT, WHAT SEEMS TO GRIND YOUR GEARS WHEN YOU CATCH THEM ON THE SECURITY CAM KISSING ON THE STAIRS MISSED TRAINS ABSENT LOVERS AND BROKEN WHISKEY BOTTLES THEY'RE THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY YEARS MISSED TRAINS ABSENT LOVERS AND MORE OF THOSE WHISKEY BOTTLES I CAN'T TALK TO SOMEONE WHO'S NOT HERE WHISKEY BOTTLES I'VE DONE MY SHARE LEFT MANY BY THE WAYS A GOOD OLD FRIEND WHO'LL LISTEN AND HELP YOU THROUGH BAD DAYS BUT, THE WORST PAIN I HAVE EVER FELT IN ALL MY LIVING YEARS S'WHEN MY GROCERY SAC BURST AND THE BOTTLE LAY SMASHED UPON THE STAIRS MISSED TRAINS ABSENT LOVERS AND BROKEN WHISKEY BOTTLES THEY'RE THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY YEARS MISSED TRAINS ABSENT LOVERS AND MORE OF THOSE WHISKEY BOTTLES I CAN'T TALK TO SOMEONE WHO'S NOT HERE MISSED TRAINS ABSENT LOVERS AND BROKEN WHISKEY BOTTLES THEY'RE THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY YEARS MISSED TRAINS ABSENT LOVERS AND MORE OF THOSE WHISKEY BOTTLES I CAN'T TALK TO SOMEONE WHO'S NOT HERE
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Ward 53 05:02
WARD 53 Down by the A&E Up in ward 53 That's where you ended up One Friday Morning Shakin' like a shaky thing Not knowin' where you are or been I'm just hopin' son that you'll get better Heavy guys, look llke bikers You're sayin' that they're out to get ya But; they're just up to visit their Old Man Avon boxes over there My guitars stashed under those chairs There's a Chinese dude swingin' a fryin' pan Docs and Nurses all conspirin' You know their game, they're all lyin' Tryin' to pump you full of some strange stuff Did ya take one bad pill, one too many tokes I know you're suff'rin', that ain't a joke But, what you're sayin' sure sounds funny right enough Down by the A&E Up in ward 53 That's where you ended up One Friday Morning Shakin' like a shaky thing Not knowin' where you are or been I'm just hopin' son that you'll get better The Police are here to take you to jail "Can't you hear the sirens wail"? the Chinese Dudes are building a funeral pyre "They're sayin' that it's meant for me" "You must be blind", "Can't y'all see"? "They're gonna roast my bones upon that fire Docs and Nurses all conspirin' You know their game, they're all lyin' Tryin' to pump you full of some strange stuff Did ya take one bad pill, one too many tokes I know you're sufferin'', that ain't a joke But, what you're sayin' sure sounds funny right enough Down by the A&E Up in ward 53 That's where you ended up One Friday Morning Shakin' like a shaky thing Not knowin' where you are or been I'm just hopin' son that you'll get better NOW! You're feeling better, you're getting home You won't have to get thru' this alone Us folks are always here for you, "BUT YOU KNOW THAT" I had to push you around, force feed you pills Make you do something against your will But, it was all just for your own good, believe it! For that I do apologise I only fed you truth, didn't feed you lies I hope I didn't hurt you physically You gotta take it one day-at-a-time No more sneaky gins, or sly wee wines Do this and you'll get better, wait and see Down by the A&E Up in ward 53 That's where you ended up One Friday Morning Shakin' like a shaky thing Not knowin' where you are or been I'm just hopin' son that you'll get better
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ONE DAY OUT WALKING ALONG AN OLD DIRT ROAD I MET A HOBO WITH A HEAVY LOAD HE SPOKE TO ME SAID "SON YOU GOT A WORRIED MIND PLACE IT ON ME THEN PEACE YOU'LL FIND” TWO DAYS LATER MET A PREACHER MAN CALLED ME A SINNER THEN HE SHOOK MY HAND HE LOOKED AT ME SAID "SON YOU'VE GOT A WEARY HEART CONFIDE IN ME LET ME TAKE YOUR PART” FEW DAYS LATER ON A HIGH HILL A BRIGHT LIGHT APPEARED AND THE AIR STOOD STILL FROM OUT OFTHE LIGHT WALKED A MAN IN ROBES AND STANDING BESIDE HIM WAS THE PREACHER & HOBO SO WE STOOD FOR DAYS ON THE TOP OF THE HILL IN THE HOWLING WIND AND THE DRIVING RAIN SAW ALL SORTS OF THINGS FLOAT THROUGH MY HEAD I THOUGHT SON SOON YOU'RE GONNA BE DEAD ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE WAS NO WIND OR RAIN NO LIGHT OR NOISE NO FEELING NO PAIN FROM A LIGHTNING BOLT CAME A MAN IN RED SAID HE HAD COME FOR THE PREACHER AND HOBO THEN MY EYES FLEW OPEN LYING WIDE AWAKE CONFUSION IN MY HEAD BODY ALL ACHES THEN INTO THE ROOM WALKED A GIRL IN LACE STANDING BESIDE HER THE PREACHER AND HOBO THE PREACHER AND HOBO
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THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE BOOZE MY FRIEND I THOUGHT I HEARD YOU SAY IT ALL TASTES JUST LIKE SODA POP THE BEER AND THIS WHISKEY AND I CAN’T EVEN READ THE WRITING ON THE CAN AND I DON’T KNOW WHERE THIS WHISKEY’S FROM BUT IT AIN’T SCOTCH OR BOURBON I’M FEELING JUST AS SOBER AS I WAS WHEN I CAME IN TELL ME WHAT D’YA THINK IT TASTES LIKE WHAT’S IN THE BOOZE MY FRIEND WE’VE FINISHED OFF TWO CASES OF THIS SO-CALLED EXPORT BEER AND WE’VE NEARLY DRANK THE FOUR OR SOMETHING BOTTLES THAT WERE HERE BUT I DON’T FEEL ANY DIFFERENT FROM THE MINUTE I ARRIVED I THOUGHT SOMETHING WAS DODGY WHEN I FIRST STEPPED INSIDE THERE AIN’T THAT MANY OLDER FOLKS DRINKING IN THIS DIVE TELL ME WHAT D’YA THINK IS IN THE BOOZE TELL ME WHAT DOES IT TASTE LIKE I REALLY THINK IT’S TIME FOR US TO HEAD BACK TO THE HOTEL I’LL PAY THE TAB YOU CALL A CAB WE’LL GET BACK THERE IN NO TIME THE CHICkS AND DUDES IN HERE SEEM TO ALL BE VERY YOUNG THE WAY THAT THEY’RE ALL STARING MAKES ME WANNA RUN I DON’T FEEL LIKE I’VE BEEN DRINKING I DON’T FEEL IT AT ALL I THINK I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT'S IN THE BOOZE AND IT AIN’T ALCOHOL I THINK THEY KNOW WE’RE STRANGERS HERE LET'S GO!
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USUAL MONDAY PLAYING TO A ROOM FULL OF DEAF FOLKS WOULDN'T MIND BUT THERE'S NO GIRLS JUST A BAR FULL OF DRUNK BLOKES STILL I GET TO PLAY JUST WHATEVER I FEEL LIKE LETS ME TRY OUT NEW TUNES AND IT DON'T MATTER WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE I'LL SING SOME SOUL AND MAYBE THROUGH IN A BIT OF COUNTRY AIN'T GOT NO PREFERENCE AS LONG AS I LIKE IT JUST AFTER NINE JOHN'LL COME IN AND WE'LL PLAY SOME JAZZ YOU NEVER KNOW, OCCASIONALLY SOMEONE WILL GET UP TO DANCE THERE'S NEVER TROUBLE BUT SOMETIMES YOU GET SOME NUTTER WHO SHOULDN'T BE LET OUT ON HIS OWN THE STAFF ARE HERE TO SERVE YOU YOUR BEER THE LAST THING THEY NEED IS THIS CRAP ON A MONDAY NIGHT IT'S GETTING LATE AND I'VE HAD MY FILL OF FREE BEER TIME TO MOVE ON TO SOME OTHER PLACE THINK I'LL LEAVE MY GEAR HERE HEAD ON DOWN TO A PLACE THAT STAYS OPEN TILL LATE HEAD HOME AROUND 3 I'M A BIT OF A NIGHT OWL SATISFIED WITH MY OWN COMPANY THEN IT ALL WENT WRONG SHE STARTED SINGING ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SONGS BOUGHT ME IRISH WHISKEY THAT WAS THE START OF MY DOWNFALL THE CHCAGO SAINT x4
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There's a boy on the bridge Thinking 'bout jumpin' His life's all over, far as he can tell His wife's gone and left him That familiar old story That boy on the bridge is going thru' hell There's a girl all alone Sittin' at the station Can't believe her lover was loving someone else Sits with all she owns in a suitcase at her feet That girl in the station's got a story to tell The boy on the bridge Starts thinking 'bout tomorrow Steps back from the edge, gets a grip on life Heads back into town Steps into the station Buys a newspaper Hears the voice of his wife "I knew you'd come get me, and take me back home" "I'm cold tired and scared, don't like being alone" The boy turns around, and smiles at the girl Starts to walk over Doesn't see the bus turnin’ Steps off the sidewalk to the screeching of brakes He stares in the headlights She knows it's too late There's a girl all alone Sittin' at the station
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SO WE HEADED OUT INTO THE NIGHT UP THE HILL IN THE POURING RAIN SHE SANG ALL THE WAY BACK TO MY DOOR GETTING LOUDER IN THE STAIRWAY SHE FILLED MY HEAD WITH HER FAVOURITE OLD SONGS MOSTLY THE STONES AND FACES TOO SHE SEEMED TO TALK ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US I JUST LISTENED WITH A SMILE AS I WATCHED THE CHICAGO SAINT SHE HUNG AROUND FOR A FEW DAYS WATCHING SHOWS ON HER PC I HAD NO OPTION I HAD TO WATCH THEM TOO I DIDN'T WANT HER TO LEAVE THEN SHE ASKED ME TO CALL HER A CAB IN THE MIDDLE OF THE THIRD NIGHT WHEN SHE LEFT I FELT TIRED AND STRANGE BUT I COULDN'T SLEEP SHE CRAWLED THRU MY MIND THE CHICAGO SAINT GOT A CALL FROM HER LATE THE OTHER NIGHT TOLD ME SHE WAS BACK IN TOWN SHE ASKED IF I WAS STILL AT HOME SHE WOULD MAYBE COME AROUND WHEN SHE ARRIVED SHE WAS IN AN AWFUL MOOD DIDN'T SEEM LIKE THE SAME GIRL TO ME WAITED FOR AN HOUR AND SAID SHE HAD TO GO SHOUTING RANDOM THINGS AS SHE WALKED DOWN THE STAIRS THE CHICAGO SAINT THE CHICAGO SAINT X 4
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Fallen Trees 04:15
HEADING NORTHWARD OVER MOUNTAINS TO A PLACE WHERE WE CAN REST DOWN THROUGH VALLEYS CROSSING RIVERS OVER BRIDGES TURNING LEFT ALONG THE ROAD THAT'S BEEN WIDENED MAKES IT EASIER TO PASS SLOWER PEOPLE GOING NOWHERE UP HERE THEY DON'T LIVE SO FAST IN THE LAND OF THE FALLEN TREES THINGS MOVE REAL SLOW 2 20 MILES FROM MY HOME CITY IT'S A PLACE I LIKE TO GO GETTING DARKER IN THE TWILIGHT I'M JUST GLAD YOU KNOW THE WAY NO STREET LAMPS ONLY MOONLIGHT SURE LOOKS DIFFERENT IN THE DAYTIME TURNING RIGHT INTO THE DRIVEWAY UP THE STEEP HILL DAMAGED ROAD BEEN BAD WEATHER OVER WINTER I GUESS LOTS OF THINGS ARE BROKE DRIVING SLOWLY BY THE FALLEN TREES LYING SLEEPING ON THE RIGHT WE DON'T WAKE THEM FOR THEIR SLEEP IS DEEP THEY DON'T SEE US AS WE PASS DRIVING SLOWLY BY THE FALLEN TREES LYING SLEEPING IN THE NIGHT WE DON'T WAKE THEM FOR THEIR SLEEP IS DEEP THEY DON'T HEAR US AS WE PASS IN THE MORNING MIST IS RISING O'ER THE COLD MAJESTIC HILLS SNOW CLOUDS FORMING IN THE DISTANCE SWEEPING SLOWLY DOWN THE KYLE STEPPING OUTSIDE IN THE CRISP COLD AIR CREATURES RUN TO HIDE THIS IS THEIR DOMAIN I'M TRESPASSING I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES WALKING SLOWLY BY THE FALLEN TREES LYING QUIET ALL AROUND WIND WOULD WHISPER THROUGH THEIR BRANCHES ONCE NOW THE FALLEN TREES MAKE NO SOUND
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38 Years 03:45
38 YEARS, THE DIFFERENCE IN OUR AGES YOU KNOW I'D GIVE MOST ANYTHING TO TURN BACK SOME OF THOSE PAGES SHE CAN HAVE ALL OF MY MONEY SHE'S ALREADY GOT MY HEART BUT 38 YEARS MIGHT BE TOO MUCH OF A HEAD START SHE SAID SHE PLAYS THE TROMBONE I SAID THAT'S ONE THING I DON'T I PLAY GUITARS AND THINGS WITH STRINGS AND I OWN A SAXOPHONE SHE'S STUDYING PSYCHOLOGY SHE'LL MAKE SOMEONE A GOOD FIND BUT THE ONLY THING THAT'S BOTHERIN' ME'S I HOPE SHE CAN'T READ MY MIND 38 YEARS, THE DIFFERENCE IN OUR AGES YOU KNOW I'D GIVE MOST ANYTHING TO TURN BACK SOME OF THOSE PAGES SHE CAN HAVE ALL OF MY MONEY SHE'S ALREADY GOT MY HEART BUT 38 YEARS MIGHT BE TOO MUCH OF A HEAD START FLAMING HAIR DOWN AT HER WAIST BOOTS UP TO HER THIGHS I FELT LIKE I WAS MELTING WHEN I LOOKED INTO HER EYES MESMERISED JUST AIN'T THE WORD IT'S PARALYSED FOR SURE COULDN'T KEEP FROM A-WATCHING HER WALKING UP AND DOWN THE BAR FLOOR 38 YEARS, THE DIFFERENCE IN OUR AGES YOU KNOW I'D GIVE MOST ANYTHING TO TURN BACK SOME OF THOSE PAGES SHE CAN HAVE ALL OF MY MONEY SHE'S ALREADY GOT MY HEART BUT 38 YEARS MIGHT BE TOO MUCH OF A HEAD START SHE'S MIGHTY GOOD LOOKIN' A BEAUTY OF NATURAL WAYS THE KIND OF WOMAN I'VE BEEN WAITIN' FOR ALL MY DAYS TALENTED AND EDUCATED AND I’M GLAD THAT SHE’S MY FRIEND JUST 38 YEARS I DON’T MIND SITTIN’ ON THE BENCH SHE'S GONE AND CUT HER LONG FLAMING HAIR TOO SHORT FOR ME BY FAR SHE SAYS IT WILL GROW BACK FAST AND IT MATCHES HER NEW CAR SHE SAYS SHE'S GOT A BOYFRIEND WHO I HAVE NEVER SEEN SHE'S STILL MY FIRE-HAIRED, PSYCHO-ANALYST, TROMBONE BLOWING, BOOT WEARING, FAVOURITE, BEER SERVER IN THIS BAR BUT THERE'S STILL.......... 38 YEARS, THE DIFFERENCE IN OUR AGES YOU KNOW I'D GIVE MOST ANYTHING TO TURN BACK SOME OF THOSE PAGES SHE CAN HAVE ALL OF MY MONEY SHE'S ALREADY GOT MY HEART BUT 38 YEARS MIGHT BE TOO MUCH OF A HEAD START OF A HEAD START 38 YEARS 38 YEARS
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IT'S A QUARTER PAST MIDNIGHT AND THE DANCE FLOOR'S STILL FULL I'VE BEEN PLAYING FOR HOURS THINK I'VE GAVE THEM MY ALL THE DRUNK AND THE LONESOME THE TIRED AND THE STONED WHEN I CALL THE LAST NUMBER THEY'LL STILL SHOUT FOR MORE I'VE BEEN PLAYING THESE DIVES NOW FOR THIRTY ODD YEARS THE HIGH AND THE LOW THE NEAR AND THE FAR THE OLD CLASSIC SONGS THEY ALL WANT TO HEAR WITH A GUT FULL OF WHISKEY, AND EYES FULL OF TEARS SO GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS THIS IS THE LAST DANCE THANKS FOR THE APPLAUSE AND THE ODD STRANGE REQUESTS IT'S TIME TO GO HOME NOW BY TAXI OR BUS BUT WHEN I'VE PLAYED THE LAST NUMBER YOU WON'T SEE ME FOR DUST SO GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS THIS IS THE LAST DANCE THANKS FOR THE APPLAUSE AND THE ODD STRANGE REQUESTS IT'S TIME TO GO HOME NOW BY TAXI OR BUS BUT WHEN I'VE PLAYED THE LAST NUMBER YOU WON'T SEE ME FOR DUST HERE I SIT BY MYSELF IN AN OLD RENTED ROOM SAVES ME A LONG DRIVE BUT IT'S DAMP AND IT'S COLD THE VOICE SOUNDS ALL CROAKY AND TIRED FROM THE STRAIN I'LL JUST DRINK SOME MORE WHISKEY TO HELP EASE THE PAIN SO GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS THIS IS THE LAST DANCE THANKS FOR THE APPLAUSE AND THE ODD STRANGE REQUESTS IT'S TIME TO GO HOME NOW BY TAXI OR BUS BUT WHEN I'VE PLAYED THE LAST NUMBER YOU WON'T SEE ME FOR DUST SO GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS I'VE PLAYED THE LAST DANCE THE APPLAUSE HAS FELL QUIET AND THE WOMEN HAVE LEFT I'M JUST FEELING OLD AND NEED SLEEP MORE THAN LUST BUT WHEN I'VE PLAYED THE LAST NUMBER YOU WON'T SEE ME FOR DUST WHEN I'VE PLAYED THE LAST NUMBER I'LL JUST MINGLE WITH THE DUST

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The follow up to my 'Rocky River', 'Americana' album.

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released April 27, 2021

Written, performed and produced by Raymie WIlson

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Raymie Wilson Glasgow, UK

Singer/Songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, Raymie’s music lies in various genres. Classic Rock, Country, Americana and others. He likes a lyric with a good story to it. Some factual, others pure fantasy. He is a keen advocate of the DIY ethos. Everything; writing, performing, recording, producing and artwork. Even burning and printing CDs. With other projects in the pipeline. Watch this space ... more

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