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Tre Subar EP

by R.O. Shapiro

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1.
Tired Man 04:07
I am a tired man I am expired, man I am a tired man, more tired than you know I'd like to come and see you, but I'm moving far too slow, oh far too slow I am a fathered man I can't be bothered, man I am a fathered man, my father's only son He said you'll get your paycheck when the working day is done Ah but we ain't making money, no we're having too much fun, oh too much fun And I said no man Don't get my hopes up yet I'm just as late as all the nights I'd just as soon forget I am exquisite man I'm last year's visit, man I am exquisite like a coin that's just been tost But tell me how much is it man I'd like to know the cost 'cause I'm stuck here in this blizzard and I'm feeling rather lost, oh mighty lost And I said no man Don't leave me in this snow I'm just as bad as all the friends I'd just as well not know I am a rendered man I am bewildered, I am bewildered man I am a red dirt man, my body made of clay Your fingers helped to shape me, now it seems I'm here to stay But I fear that if I linger, soon I'll have to go away Ah let's think on that tomorrow, it's not a worry for today, no not today 'cause I'll say no man Don't make me quit this place I'm just as late as all the days I'd just as soon erase Yeah I'm just as late as all the days I'd just as soon erase And I said no man And I said no man And I said no man And I said no man And I said no man, don't get my hopes up yet I am a tired man
2.
Monster 05:22
Here I am again, naked in the pale moonlight whiskey makes my teeth grow sharp careful I might bite Hair's getting in my eyes can't see the forest for the trees weight of your world is on my shoulders now, darling it's making me shaky at the knees And the devil's here now he's in my bones so don't you worry 'bout me no, I'm never all alone and I'm howling out your name but it's time that you've been shown That I'm a Monster I got no right to call you up this late at night I'm a monster and that's a fact so if I run, don't chase me back Here we go again faster than a westbound train grass is getting caught between my claws now, darling cold blood is pumping through my veins And the devil's fine now he's by my side don't you worry 'bout me this ain't the first time that I cried and I'm howling out your name but I think you'd better hide Cause I'm a Monster I got no right to call you up, this late at night I'm a monster and that's a fact so if I run, don't chase me back The mob is gaining ground might as well tie me to my stake my evil eyes are closing now, darling but this beastly heart of mine won't break And the devil's wise now he says beware but don't you worry 'bout me no, I know what's fair is fair and I'm howling out your name but you know you should be scared Cause I'm a Monster I got no right to call you up, this late at night I'm a monster and that's a fact so if I run, don't chase me back No don't chase me back
3.
Pinewood 04:57
Well you know when I'm dying leave room for my tombstone in a cold country graveyard where the sun never shines 'cause I hope where I'm lying is terrible lonesome I've never known some place i can call mine and it's about time I know you're sick of my crying so I'll leave with no warning and I'll drive until morning til I'm free of the crowds I'll watch the pigeons go flying at the sight of my headlights I'll go riding through dead nights with the radio loud at a speed not allowed When I'm alone, all alone in Manhattan not a taxi will take me, I'm caught in the rain going home, no matter what happens there's a pinewood box calling my name This ain't a city of prophets it's just a place of forgetting all the bad news you're getting's been lost on the wire I ain't afraid of no coffin it's just a room with no windows and I'll go where the wind blows til my license expires then I'll climb even higher but my mind is in gridlock with no way of escaping cause the sky that I'm scraping's been covered in clouds and I'll keep talkin that big talk but I won't lie when I'm done in cause that river keeps runnin' me back to the crowds got no time to be proud when you're alone, all alone in Manhattan not a taxi will take you, you're caught in the rain goin home, no matter what happens there's a pinewood box calling your name I'll climb my way out of this hole that I dug for myself I got dirt on my hands I've got a dangerous soul and I'm going to hell yeah I know where I stand Fate ain't to blame for my crimes, it's not the cards I was dealt yeah I'll shoulder my load and if you're a good friend of mine then just drink to my health before I hit the road cause I'm alone, all alone in Manhattan not a taxi will take me, I'm caught in the rain going home, no matter what happens there's a pinewood box calling my name Oh it's calling my name, my name that pinewood box is calling my name
4.
Big John Brown was buried by the beach his bones were washed by the waves and each night a breeze comes a-whistlin' through the trees and shakes them shells on his grave Big John Brown had silver in his teeth but he came up north for the gold he'd dig and search, but he always went to church knew that money couldn't save his soul On John Brown's Beach you gotta practice what you preach before you swim you better pray 'cause it's the secret we keep, the dead don't stay asleep oh your maker's gonna come someday John Brown's dog was foaming at the mouth had a belly full of clay he heard a whistling sound come from deep underground he knew his master had gone astray John Brown's wife was dreaming of the south every morning she would cry she had mountains to climb, but she hadn't the time to hang her laundry to dry On John Brown's Beach you gotta practice what you preach before you swim you better pray 'cause it's the secret we keep, the dead don't stay asleep oh your maker's gonna come someday, day, day your maker's gonna come someday John Brown's son was headed to the war learned to fire, but not to burn he wasn't driven by hate, he just didn't wanna wait for his daddy to return If John Brown was standing on the shore would your hair stand right on end would you sound the alarm before coming to harm or would you greet the ghost as a friend? Oh would you greet the ghost as a friend Well Big John Brown was buried by the beach his bones were washed by the waves and each night a breeze comes a-whistlin' through the trees and shakes them shells on his grave, grave, grave Shakes them shells on his grave
5.
Carry me over don't let me down Carry me over I don't wanna touch the ground Bonnie said to Clyde, boy I love you but you better run they got our pictures in the paper and our story's already been spun but Clyde just sighed, and then replied girl you're gonna spoil the fun and the pen might beat the sword, but Bonnie babe I've got a gun He said Carry me over just shut up and drive Carry me over I just wanna stay alive Bobby said to Joanie, why you lyin' wide awake at night? I got a lullaby to sing you, but the words ain't comin out right but Joan just moaned, and then intoned I'd rather pick a tune than a fight I'm wearing boots of spanish leather, and the boots are feelin' awful tight She said Carry me over just lay me down Carry me over I don't wanna hear a sound Jackie said to Johnny, are you sorry that we went to war? I've seen the soldiers on the TV, and I wondered what we're doin' this for. but John just yawned, and then went on, girl you know we've been here before and the people think it's waving, but our flag is draggin' on the floor and now nation knows I'm lying, so I'm crawlin', Jackie, out the door He said Cover me over bury me deep Cover me over I just wanna get some sleep Carry me over don't shoot me down Carry me over I don't wanna hit the ground
6.
I walked through a river of diamonds I could see the sand below Walkin' through that river of diamonds Wasn't sure just where id go And it swept me up And it knocked me down And it chewed me up And it spit me out Here lies a man with his head in the sand Here lies a man with his head in the sand I crawled into a cave of misfortune Couple dollars in my hand Crawlin' in to that cave of misfortune Money makes it hard to stand And the cave was dark So I took my cash And I lit a spark Turned it all to ash Here lies a man with his head in the sand Here lies a man with his head in the sand It's a time that's meant for sorrow It's a time for myself I know this time tomorrow I'll be far 'way somewhere else There's a song I need to borrow Yeah, I'll keep it on my shelf There's not a lot that I know But I know this is what I want to sing I flew past a mountain of troubles I could see snow on its peak Flyin' past that mountain of troubles I could feel my wings, my wings, my wings were weak And the wind was strong So I lost my way Now the journeys long I got no place to stay Here lies a man with his head in the sand Here lies a man with his head in the sand Here lies a man with his head in the sand I've never had much luck before When j see an open door, I lace up my boots and I run Now I'm sailing towards a distant shore, just tryin to even up the score Dig up my roots and I'm done
7.
It's a time that's meant for sorrow It's a time for myself I know this time tomorrow I'll be far 'way somewhere else There's a song I need to borrow Yeah, I'll keep it on my shelf There's not a lot that I know

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released August 16, 2015

Raph Odell Shapiro - lead vocals, guitar
Jacob Paul - guitars, vocals, co-producer
Eva Lawitts - upright bass
Emma Barash, Martha Cosgrove - downright vocals
Oliver Hill - producer, electric guitar, electric bass, everything in between

Julie Zhu - album artwork (www.julie-zhu.com)

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R.O. Shapiro Los Altos, California

He's a native son of Long Island; a lifelong performer with Shakespeare in his past and Americana music in his present; a resident of Austin, TX; a Soul singer and a Song Writer; a slow writer and a dog owner; a defensive driver, a highway regular, a ghost; a low-mood monster and a mediocre meditator; a food nut; a DylanPrineWelchBrowneYoungAdams wannabe, soon-to-be. Wait and see. ... more

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