Five Miles to Vaudeville

by Saint John the Gambler

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"Five Miles to Vaudeville" is the new upcoming album by Irish Gypsy Swing band Saint John the Gambler out Now!

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released May 17, 2013

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Saint John the Gambler Dublin, Ireland

Saint John the Gambler is an exciting original Gypsy Swing band with a dance-inducing spirit. This Dublin-based band have melded sounds from by-gone eras and distant lands with modern songwriting taking in influences from Old-Time Jazz, Klezmer, Latin and Vaudeville to create a bluesy gypsy piracy. ... more

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Track Name: I Got Demons
If I was a knight full of chivalry and fight
Shimmering armour on every side
I would take you by the hand ‘cross this wild wicked land
And in this place I will make my stand

Oh Babe come on down
Oh Babe come on down
I got all my money and I got all the time
I got demons chasing me around town

Well I’m going where the horse was born
Out in the desert with the dust and the bones
And I’ll travel that trail through the wind and the hail
I’ll meet you at the dusty doors of hell

Oh Babe I’m down the tracks
Oh Babe I’m down the tracks
I’m writing you to see what you think about that
I got demons and they’re closing in fast

Found myself at the crossroad at night
One road said struggle and the other said strife
I sat down and figured which way to go
But then the wind picked up and let me know

Oh babe I’m headed to the sea
Oh babe I’m headed to the sea
There’s water as far as the eye can see
I got demons sailing after me

Oh Babe come on down
Oh Babe come on down
Got all my money and I got all the time
And I got demons chasing me around town
Track Name: Vaudeville Rag
My old man was vaudevillian, his wife his vaudeville bride
Who lived to see their sons grow up then died at forty-five
They raised three sons of equal height, of equal strength and grace
The youngest followed his vaudeville folks into a sudden grave
Well the second lived to rue the day he burnt the snakeberry tree
For money grew upon the leaves which he would never see
And I just lie here in wait for the bed to swallow me
And I that I can offer now are the these words of my ancestry

Don’t die ragged
Don’t die sad
Don’t do the Vaudeville Rag

My mother’s hands were coathangers, my father’s jars of jam
Rhubarb, raspberry, apple and plum, just like his old man’s
The brothers three alive were we, our mother knew no rules
We’d crack the whip and drink the spit of humbleberry roots

We’d listen to the rhyme
We’d listen to the roll
We’d listen to that vaudeville moan

I stare at people’s hands but they never look the same
And fish swim in barrels filled with water from the rain
Now with nothing in my arms, my family name upon my back
I search for lost meanings in the word of the vaudeville rag

Don’t die ragged
Don’t die sad
Don’t do the Vaudeville Rag
Track Name: Stigma
I let that soil run through my fingers
I let that soil run down my clothes
I let that soil ruin my fingers
I let that soil ruin my clothes

I let that ink flow through my fingers
I let that ink flow down my clothes
I let that ink ruin my fingers
I let the soil ruin my clothes

I let Mother Nature flow through my fingers
I let Mother Nature blow around my clothes
I let Mother Nature ruin my fingers
I let Mother Nature ruin my clothes

I let that weasel slip through my fingers
I let that weasel in my back door
I let that weasel cause a stigma
I let that weasel ruin my home

I let that blood flow from my fingers
I let that blood flow out my nose
I let that blood drain my fingers
I let that blood drain my soul
Track Name: Lemonade Man
I spend my time at the lemonade stand
Where the lemonade girls come to lend a hand
And the men spend their money as fast as they can
But it’s me that the girls call the lemonade man

Na na na…

My baby works down at the lemonade stand
Where the men are full of pockets and hands
But they never raise a finger, no, they understand
It’s me that the girls call the lemonade man

Na na na..

Everybody’s got a sweet tooth
That lemonade tastes so good
Everybody wants to drink it down
It’s the best lemonade in the town

Everybody’s down at the lemonade stand
Cause the word’s got around it’s the best in town
Everybody’s coming from across the land
But it’s me that the girls call the lemonade man

Na na na..

Everybody’s got a sweet tooth
That lemonade tastes so good
Everybody wants to drink it down
It’s the best lemonade in the town

Everybody’s down at the lemonade stand
Cause the word’s got around it’s the best in town
Everybody’s coming from across the land
But it’s me that the girls call the lemonade man

Na na na...
Track Name: What You Do
Why do you love me like you do?
Don’t you know it cuts me through and through
Don’t you know it cuts me through and through
When I’m mean to you?

Why do you go to the show
When you know how it goes?
Well you know how it goes
And you’re dancing all alone

Why do you say what you say
When it really ain’t okay?
Why don’t you save what you say
Leave it for another day

Why do you do what you do?
When it ain’t completely true?
Lord it ain’t completely true
Why do you do what you do?

Why do you love me like you do?
Don’t you know it cuts me through and through
Don’t you know it cuts me through and through
When I’m mean to you?
Track Name: Monkey Jamboree
Lets go monkey hunting boys
Gotta get this monkey off my back
And it’s been hanging over me
And there’s just no going back

There’s no going back
There’s no going back
There’s no going back
There’s no going back, back, back, back, back, back, back

Grab that monkey by the tail
Gonna whip us up a monkey stew
And if we spy a lion boys
We’ll take the monkey and the lion too

There’s no going back
There’s no going back
There’s no going back
There’s no going back, back, back, back, back, back, back

Lets go monkey hunting boys
Gotta get this monkey off my back
And it’s been hanging over me
And there’s just no going back

There’s no going back
There’s no going back
There’s no going back
There’s no going back, back, back, back, back, back, back

Well lets ask St John to help us boys
Old St John will know just want to do
Come on St John help us out
And maybe help us make a buck or two

There’s no going back
There’s no going back
There’s no going back
There’s no going back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Track Name: The Corner
I am the space where I am
This house is hung with curtains
The lightbulb left through the door
And the walls seem uncertain
The ground has just died a death
I back into the corner
The arch fifteen feet away
Like some kind of fortress

Maybe this is a test for me
It may turn out to be failure
The truth I hear is rather queer
And dished out with a ladle
After the deeds are done
Success has come or not come
And I am brought to the fore
Brought to the foreground

At the end of the line
There is a dirty doorknob
The windows hum but they never sang
And the bed cries out with boredom
The coroner waits with a smile
An unmistakable purpose
Come inside for a while dear
We’ll wipe down the surface

Maybe this is the truth
You fool, it’s dust gathering upon the shelf
The walls have fallen back in time
And the house has turned on itself
Hell-bent on energy
To sustain a cozy feeling
Tip tap toe
Dips fall from the ceiling
Track Name: Fire Station Blues
I live next to the Fire Station
Hey Ho ringing in my ears
People stop burning your places to cinders
Let me get some peace

I don’t speak French, I don’t speak nothing
Just want to find me some peace
Don’t want to speak of the rights or wrongs
Of sitting in another man’s seat

Some folks wear suits on Sundays
I wear suits all week long
Don’t seem to matter where you go
People sing the same damn song

Some folks are full of grace
Don’t make much difference to me
You can swing your prayer books, fiddle your beads
Just don’t do it round here

I live next to the Fire Station
Hey Ho ringing in my ears
People stop burning your places to cinders
Let me get some peace
Track Name: Roll On
Am I talking to myself in an empty room
Or am I with the wolves howling at the moon
Or am I either of the two

And if I stuck a spanner right into the works
Would everything just fall apart and tumble to the earth
I mean really, what’s the worst thing that could happen

Let me roll on (roll on)
Let me roll on (roll on)
Let me roll on (roll on)
Let me roll on (roll on)
And I’ll pick up the baggage when I’m gone

It’s a dangerous thing to try and do it all
Walking around like you’re ten foot tall
Sooner or later someone’s going find out who you are

I’m counting the reasons for staying at work
Who’s to benefit and tell me what’s the worth
But I can’t come up with no answers

Let me roll on (roll on)
Let me roll on (roll on)
Let me roll on (roll on)
Let me roll on (roll on)
And I’ll pick up the baggage when I’m gone

See over there, man, that’s where I live
See me know now, this is me changing
And I hope to God it’s for the better

Let me roll on (roll on)
Let me roll on (roll on)
Let me roll on (roll on)
Let me roll on (roll on)
And I’ll pick up the baggage when I’m gone
Track Name: Ballad of Monday and Tuesday
Monday’s on the look out
Tuesday’s gonna find out
What Monday is all about
If she doesn’t know by now

“Whatcha do yesterday?”
Said Tuesday to Monday
“I read the papers all day
Just a typical Sunday”
“Well are you giving me your honest word?
Because I heard from a little bird
You’d been out from dusk till dawn
Baby, all weekend long”

Monday’s on the look out
Tuesday’s gonna find out
What Monday is all about
If she doesn’t know by now

“What you think of Monday?”
Said Tuesday to Wednesday
“Well I heard down the way
That Monday was a bad day”
“Why did no one warn me
Things would turn out this way
The week started off so good
God, I’ve been an awful fool”

Monday’s on the look out
Tuesday’s gonna find out
What Monday is all about
If she doesn’t know by now

“Babe you’re gonna lose me
Cried out Tuesday
“And I know you’re gonna rue that day
You’ll wind up with the blues, babe”
“That’s what you say”
Replied Monday
“If you could see yourself clearly
You’d think that you were crazy”
“No, you’re the one that’s crazy”
Said Tuesday back to Monday
“For treating me this a-way
Well you’re gonna get your own some day”

Monday’s on the look out
Tuesday’s gonna find out
What Monday is all about
If she doesn’t know by now
Track Name: Love & Liberty
It’s a million,
It’s one in a million chance,
It’s gonna fill you up and leave you shooting blanks

I’m gonna take it
I’m gonna take it if I can,
It’s gonna fill me up, it’s gonna leave me empty-handed

And that’s what love is
And that’s what it will always be,
It’s gonna fill you up and leave you down on your knees

Aw aw aw…

And there’s no reason
And there’s no reason at all
It’s gonna fill you up, it’s gonna slam you against the wall

Ain’t that love?
Ain’t that love for ye, boys?
It’s no jubilee, it’s no heavenly rejoice

And that’s what love is
And that’s what it will always be,
It’s gonna fill you up and leave you down on your knees

Aw aw aw…

I’ve been hungry
I’ve been a dog with a bone
I swam in the lake of love and come out alone

And that’s love for ye
That’s how love always was
It pushes you up the road and then it leaves you lost

And that’s what love is
And that’s what it will always be,
It’s gonna fill you up and leave you down on your knees

Aw aw aw...
Track Name: Victor Jara
First the wind and then the rain came
Together they brought down the ceiling
And nothing will be built the same
First the wind then the rain came

And the place was turn asunder
Like no one has seen before
And no man wants to see again
First the wind then the rain came

The rain poured down like honey
As the people started singing
Some were praying some were begging
May our freedom reign
Like Victor Jara! Victor Jara!

First the wind and then the rain came
And man, those bars were bent wide open
And the people escaped across the plains
First the wind then the rain came

And the freedom started flowing
From the vallies to the streets
And the music rang like a train
First the wind then the rain came

The rain poured down like honey
As the people started singing
Some were praying some were begging
May our freedom reign
Like Victor Jara! Victor Jara!