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#1: Almost Knocking Video: Almost Knocking A kind of scary song, inspired in some weird way by the Rolling Stone's song "Can't You Hear Me Knocking". Well, they both have "knocking" in the title. Back to Top |
In the blackest night, everything's allright Don't you get uptight, no, not at all Just lay your head on my shoulder Pay no attention to the shadows on the wall Yeah, it's cold outside and maybe something hides Outside the door But if the wind still blows and the shadow grows We can't ignore it When the sun went down right outside of town There were howling sounds in the dark If they frightened you be a little bolder For they frightened me, I have no courage in my heart The evil wind when it knocks again On our door We must never run, we must stand as one Before it Yeah the door is locked and my mind is blocked And we must take stock of our lives To be caught unawares would leave us colder With our souls ensnared by the shadows in our eyes It will knock again that nameless sin On our door Yeah, the night's so long, and we're not as strong We can't ignore it Came a scream outside, the door swung wide It was a thing so cold, we could not move The moon was still, the fire did smoulder A smoke rose slow, a mist moving through the winter wood Then the dawn was there and the good, clean air Came through the door The knocking fear must wait another year To try its torture © 2011 Chuck Puckett |
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Video: Blues Wont Get You This is one of my older songs. But it's true: "the blues won't get if you let it all go by..." |
Jacob ain't a leaver, he's a believer Waiting for another card If he's right, he’s gonna make it back tonight Tells me it ain't all that hard The blues won't get you, nothing upset you If you let it all go by Making amens, that's just a pretense You can't go back 'cause you cannot cry Mercy killings, some folks are willing Ain't got regard for a life If they wait, it may be too late Don't take misery for a wife Foolish laughter, ain't nothing after He thought about just going home He took the byways and he lost those highways Cold wind carries him alone Jacob is frightened And he is so unenlightened He was told somewhere That there was a place to go The deck is cold And ol' devil will not show What about those years on the road? Too late for learning, ain't never turning Give him all your best regards Broken dreams and those shattered schemes Nothing left to avoid © 2011 Chuck Puckett |
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#3: Bring the Rain Video: Bring the Rain A pirate song. Or an anarchy song. You choose. | When you sail the
skull & crossbones You pay no tax, you serve no king You look out for number one And no one shares a goddam thing Take the money from the hungry Take the women, take the pearls Go ahead and spit on mercy Carve your mark upon your world Bring the lightning bring ther rain Bring the pistol, bring the sword Feel the ache and feel the pain Watch the tidal wave that comes To wash you overboard overboard There’s no law can touch you Out between the foreign shores There’s no rhyme and there’s no reason Just open sea and the threat of war There are some who call this freedom With not one rule to block the way Wonder what they’ll call the judgement When it comes that judgment day When you fly no nation's flag When you pray to no one’s god When you live beyond the bound’ries And you ignore the fire and rod Comes a time when rain and lightning Will fall like cold fire and lead When your maker hands your verdict It will fall down on your head © 2020 Chuck Puckett |
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#4: Goodbye, Wyoming Video: Goodbye Wyoming One of those hitchiking songs. But home is always in the heart. |
Heading out of Ratun Pass in the back of pickup truck Just about to freeze my ass and I'm running out of luck Colorado's right behind and nothing’s right ahead Just about to lose my mind if I don't lose my head Goodbye, Wyoming, it's sad to see you go Goodbye to my roaming gambling ways Goodbye, Wyoming, Lord, I'm leaving here for sure Don't know when I might be back someday Taos in new Mexico where the air is fresh and clean If I need a place to go I can find it in that dream Alabama air's alright down the Tennessee Valley way I'm a little tired of sleepless nights I think I'm going home to stay Out upon that western track where the stars are cold as ice Someday I may be going back and Lord that would be nice But staying's got a hold of me and running is out of style If them roads'll let me be I'm gonna stay with you awhile © 1990 Chuck Puckett |
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#5: Jasmine In July Video: Jasmine In July She is mysterious. He is mysterious. But she smells like jasmine, and that is magical. |
A summer afternoon and the man
with the blue guitar Plays a little tune, it floats out onto the breeze The ladies look around, one gets a gleam in her eye She is wearing jasmine She smells like jasmine in July Another summer night, not much of anything to do But listen to the sights of the old folks sitting on the porch The lady takes a walk, she looks at the moon in the sky She is wearing jasmine She smells like jasmine in July Nobody knows her, nobody dares To look in her eyes Nobody sees her, nobody shares The look in her eyes You can see the whole world in her eyes The creek is low and the man with the blue guitar Plays real slow ‘till the lady lies on the bed The sun goes down, she can feel his shadow in her eyes She is wearing jasmine She smells like jasmine in July No man could leave her, no man would try To look in her eyes No one believes her, no one knows why But look in her eyes She can hold the whole world in her eyes A summer afternoon and the man with the blue guitar Plays a little tune, it floats out onto the breeze The ladies look around, one gets a gleam in her eye She is wearing jasmine She smells like jasmine in July © 2011 Chuck Puckett |
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#6: Midnight Riders Video: Midnight Riders Outlaw cowboys. A sheriff who won't give up. Don't you love a western song? |
It was noon in Albuquerque It was the first bank on the north They came riding in from nowhere To get their money's worth It was the Barrister bad brothers Bad news brothers all They made a living out of dying And running at the call Of Midnight Riders, hooves of hell No good nighters, weary on the trail Desperados running, down to Mexico Horses pounding, bags full of gold The sheriff was a lawman He was known the country wide Brought in many a bandit Rode many a hard ride He knew the game depended On how those brothers rode Would they kill their horses flying South with such a load Wasteland terror, banshee wail The sound of hooves, on a midnight trail Desperadoes pounding down to Mexico Hopeless robbers, nowhere left to go Somewhere on down south Near Ala-may-gordo The plains were high and windy It was almost to Mexico The Albuquerque sherrif Caught those brothers on the run They never spent that money They paid for what they's done Of Midnight Riders, hooves of hell No good nighters, weary on the trail Desperados running, down to Mexico Horses pounding, bags full of gold © 2020 Chuck Puckett |
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Video: Pathegoric Solitude Sometimes a chance meeting means a meeting of soulmates. Sometimes it's just a chance. |
In a magnetic dawn, in an airport by the sea
Holds the visa in her hand, trying hard to remember what to
be
No one is alone in a world so full of sun
Why does she wear a frown and imagine that she is the only
one
Better speak if you get the chance
Everyone really wants to dance
If the rhythms wrong just listen to your feet
Take it on down, shuffle down the street
Take it on down, shuffle down the street
Make a little noise just to show 'em that you're sweet
He believes that he's a prophet, been sent to do a task
No force on earth can stop it, only a jerk would even think
to ask
He believes he is alone in a universe of woe Something must be done
If it were up to him, he'd be the one to go
The plane lifts and takes them to the sun
Their eyes dance though it's only just begun
If the beat were missing they couldn't follow through
Listen to them talking, they know just what to do
Listen to them say that they know just what to do
Breathe a little prayer and pretend they really do
When the passion has been ended and the curtain's coming
down They believe that they are empty
Everything inside of them has drowned
But wait until tomorrow, as they stand before the sea
They'll find that there's another chance to be before
eternity
The clouds lift and the world begins to dance
Everyone is waking from a trance
A tower stands beside an empty shore
Listen to them asking "Is there anymore?"
Listen to them asking "Is there anymore?"
What did they think they came here for? © 2011 Chuck Puckett |
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#8: Tomorrow Morning Video: Tomorrow Morning An apocalyptic vision. With just the slightest tinge of hope, |
There’s a fog-bound dreamer Who thinks he's running the show A midnight screamer Who needs to let you know That tomorrow morning Things are gonna get tight And the red sky dawning Gonna light up the night Ten years after Seems a mighty long time To shake the rafters With some friends of mine But tomorrow morning They’ll be shaking again There’s a dark cloud forming Where the laughter ends The shadows fall Where the red oak stood In the deepest hall Of the darkest wood But tomorrow morning When the moon goes down There’ll be bonfires burning On the sacred ground All the fools are falling For these empty words While Cassandra’s calling But she’s never been heard Wait until tomorrow Comes a rising tide She may drown in sorrow But she never lied Time to take the wheel See where it goes This may all be real But nobody knows Tomorrow morning We got to get it straight We got to hope and pray That it’s not too late Better hope and pray That it’s not too late © 2020 Chuck Puckett |
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#9: Why Not Stand Video: Why Not Stand If you don't give a damn, then you'll take anything. |
Got no words, got no voice Got no reason to make a choice Got no map, got no road Got no burden, got no load Got no facts I need to know Got no place I need to go Why not stand right here? Why not move at all? Why not stand right here? Back against this wall Got no hope, got no heart Got no plans to fall apart
Got no schemes, got no plot All in all, I ain't got a lot Why not stay right here? Why not move at all? Why not stand right here? Backed against the wall Got no move I can make Got no game, got no stake What’s to lose? Not one cent What’s to choose that’s permanent? Got no chains to hold me back No one left to attack Got to change the things I can Find a place to make a stand Why not stay right here? Backed against this wall Make my stand right here Stand and never fall Why not stand right here Tired of backing down Make my stand right here Time to stand my ground |
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#10: Pocatello Video: Pocatello It's entirely possible that the ideal Pocatello is nothing like the real thing. But I always liked the name. |
All the way to Pocatello, All the way to Pocatello Have you heard about this lovely garden spot? A man won't ever need whatever it ain't got Wherever it lies, in the world or in my brain I've seen it once before and I must see it again How long it's been since I gazed upon that scene Ten years and ten days lie like a lazy dream Ten million miles or more I must have passed ‘em by But I can't wait no more for that Pocatello sky! In Pocatello, you can almost touch the sky In Pocatello, they say that you can fly You fly to places you’ve never ever been Then burst upon the air and sing upon the wind Sing upon the wind All the way to Pocatello, All the way to Pocatello (I - - - - - - - - - - - de Ho!) All the way to Pocatello (I - - I - - I - - I - - de Ho!) All the way to Pocatello (I - - - - - - - - - - - de Ho!) All the way to Pocatello (I - - I - - I - - I - - de Ho!) All the way to Pocatello I almost made it once, like Moses there I stood Across the river there, Pocatello looked so good How far must one man go To get to where hes bound How deep must one man dig To find what cant be found find what cant be found © 2011 Chuck Puckett |