Count The Wicked

by Mama's Broke

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Mama's Broke debut full length album

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released May 30, 2017

All songs by Mama's Broke
Recorded in Montreal and Ormstown, QC
By John Mccolgan
Winter/Spring 2017
Album Art by Aaron Zak

Thanks to Jim, Amy and Aaron, Ben, Katee and Wyatt and all of the friends, family and strangers who have helped us along the way.

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Mama's Broke Nova Scotia

Mama's Broke is a powerful duo that came together on the road, which continues to shape their unique gritty style. Their complimentary voices blend to create haunting harmonies, while they artfully juggle an array of instruments including fiddle, banjo, guitar and mandolin. Original songwriting combined with folk traditions create a compelling performance, delivered with heart and raw energy. ... more

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Track Name: Count the Wicked
Count the Wicked

As the fire rages on and on
The lonesome count the sick and wicked faces until dawn
You'll find me in the bedroom with the blinds all drawn
You come, telling lies till I'm back to sleep

While my body cannot feel at home
In my head I'll never be alone
With them hungry little voices from an evil's done
They hum, telling lies till I'm back to sleep

Clouded eyes that call upon a storm
Staring down a face I've seen before
She says "Don't look out the window, here the inside's warm"
And it comes, cold black and deep

As the fire fades into the dawn
Still them sick and wicked faces linger on
I'm still hiding in the bedroom where no light has shone
I'm gone. Drift away, cold back to sleep
Track Name: Even Though
Even though

I lie awake with the night above my head
Choking your name while you're sleeping like the dead
With the eyes of a child you've been searching for a home
How dare you tell me that we're born to die alone

My life floats on like a buoy in a storm
What can that mean when I'm sinking like a stone

We all can sing 'bout the heartache and the pain, but
By the end we would do it all again
I'll crawl on my hands and knees, my eyes fixed to the ground
Aching your hand to come and push me down

My life floats on like a buoy in a storm
What can that mean when I'm sinking like a stone
Track Name: Black Rock Beach
Black Rock Beach

Come all you neighbours down to the shore
Come mothers and children to hear the ocean roar

Come quickly now my friends before the setting sun
Come gather round on black rock beach to see that justice done

Hot cider, hot cider. A penny with meat pie
You can satisfy your appetite while you watch her die

Now her lovely feet will never touch the ground
So we'll raise our glasses to that gasping sound

Her father was a pirate's son, her mother was a whore
Father was a pirate's son, mama was a whore
So it's no surprise she's hanging here, not breathing anymore

Now her lovely feet will never touch the ground
So we'll raise our glasses to that gasping sound


For she had no right to wield her father's knife, no
She had no right to wield her father's knife
For she had a duty as a drunkard's wife

Now her lovely feet will never touch the ground
So we'll raise our glasses to that gasping sound

So come quickly now my friends before the setting sun
Come gather round on Black Rock Beach to see that justice done
Track Name: Dirty Mattresses
Dirty Mattresses

I've crossed a hundred rivers today
And did not feel a thing
So soft and weak, and foolishly I'd think
That I have wisdom worth another's time

I stand wide open, filled with disdain
As though I'm owed, but long ago, for someone else's sin
But equally disgusting is the warrior, self-aware
Gazing through the muddy water as though it were clear

No world-worn weary roads, no wounds of war
We lay on dirty mattresses on the floor
All we want is more

Like blood, we flow through clogging up the veins
Of filthy highways bleeding into cities with no names
Is it any wonder we cannot meet the eyes
Of those who've built a home we helped to ruin and deny

No world-worn weary roads, no wounds of war
We lay on dirty mattresses on the floor
All we want is more

When I come across those with both feet on the ground,
Two strong hands, who tell of some bright future to be found
I start drinking myself stupid, diggin way too deep
End up begging to be held just so I can fall asleep

No world-worn weary roads, no wounds of war
We lay on dirty mattresses on the floor
All we want is more

No cloaks, no masks, no necklaces of bones
You'll find no magic here. It's best to be on your way home
So get on home
Track Name: True False True Lover
True False True Lover

True false, true lover
I'm the morning, she's the night
When the good times are over, won't you come and stay awhile

I know that you're no good
You don't treat her like you should
As if I'm an island on which you've never stood
You don't treat me that way

I stand by, watch you fuck who you despise
Watch hate clouding lust behind your eyes
They rest sweetly upon me, they wander when she cries
You don't see me that way

True false, true lover
I'm the morning, she's the night
When the good times are over, won't you come and stay awhile

I need my time to wash away
A flood to carry me to the end of the day
So I can sleep to dream to hear a thing you'll never say
That you don't need me that way

True false, true lover
I'm the morning, she's the night
When the good times are over, won't you come and stay awhile

True false, true lover
I'm the morning, she's the night
When the good times are over, won't you come and stay awhile
Track Name: What Can May Come
What can may come

When everything is dead in the fields, in the swamps, in the mountains
When all things have past and gone, and my friends have all moved on

Where will I go, where can I be , where will you meet me
Let all that what can may come, I will need no one to keep me

When everyone can choose any side of the line to be born on,
Turn their faces to the sun and fear not what walks behind them

Where will they go, these stones I throw, built into a wall that contains thee
Let all that what can may come, I will need no one to keep me

Inside, outside
We are in churches painted with all of things that you call freedom

Inside, outside
We are in churches painted with all of things that you call freedom


Canon:

Inside, outside
We are in churches painted with all of things that you call freedom


When everything is dead in the fields, in the swamps, in the mountains
When all things have past and gone, and my friends have all moved on

Where will I go, where can I be , where will you meet me
Let all that what can may come, I will need no one to keep me

Let all that what can may come, I will need no one to keep me
Track Name: Wrecking Need
Wrecking Need

When I get to thinking 'bout where I'm from
I start drinking hard, and talking fast and coming undone
And the worst is, I know you feel this
You might be the only one

First one down through second last
Got the whole crowd laughing, reel and cast
By the last one, I'm far from done
We're moving down hard and fast

But I'll come back this way and I'll marry you someday
If you promise that you'll never ask me to put the bottle away

There's a kitchen window in my mind
And my pretty glass bottles all in a line
When all I've found when I turn around
Is that man on the floor

I got a mare, I got a foal
What will you do when my body goes cold
DId you warn me, will you scorn me
Wish I'd never been born

But I'll come back this way and I'll marry you someday
If you promise that you'll never ask me to put the bottle away
I'll come back this way and I'll marry you someday
If you promise that you'll never ask me to put the bottle away

It's hard to see so honestly
But I know you got it bad like me
That wrecking need

But I'll come back this way and I'll marry you someday
If you promise that you'll never ask me to put the bottle away
I'll come back this way and I'll marry you someday
If you promise that you'll never ask me to put the bottle away

I spit poison at all you bad boys and
God knows by now I got plenty good reasons
To keep on holding the wrong side of the knife in my hand