Count The Wicked

by Mama's Broke

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Mama's Broke debut full length album

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released June 1, 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 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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