Monday Meditations with The Serfville Monad

by The Pomegranate County Irregulars

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1.
Abr'am Boarded the Train 03:21
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Abram boarded the train trusting the engineer Abram boarded the train trusting the engineer Where to go and what I see, Engineer knows. Good enough for me. Abram boarded the train trusting the engineer Moses boarded the train trusting the engineer Moses boarded the train trusting the engineer Pharaoh behind. Red Sea ahead. The train don’t stop, speeds up instead. Moses boarded the train trusting the engineer Who laid the tracks and raised the bridge, so we can climb from valley to ridge. Who made the station, and lit the fire. Driving His train to take us higher. ‘Zekeyel boarded the train trusting the engineer ‘Zekeyel boarded the train trusting the engineer Rolling through endless sand and stones, said Glory Be to the dancing bones. Zekeyel boarded the train trusting the engineer Peter boarded the train trusting the engineer Peter boarded the train trusting the engineer Lost his faith, denied our Lord Repented sin, got back on board. Peter boarded the train trusting the engineer. Who laid the tracks and raised the bridge, so we can climb from valley to ridge. Who made the station, and lit the fire. Driving His train to take us higher. (Orias)
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Danny Really Loves (Short'nin' Bread) 02:49
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Get in the kitchen. Gonna get fed. Danny's gonna make some short'ning bread. That's not all he's gonna do He's gonna cook up some chili too. Danny is a guy who loves short'ning, short'ning. Danny really loves that short'ning bread. Danny is a guy who loves short'ning, short'ning. Danny really loves that short'ning bread. There's nothing doing. Just lying in bed. I better get up, get some short'ning bread. I need a job; gonna work til dead. I need more moola for That short'ning bread. Danny is a guy who loves short'ning, short'ning. Danny really loves that short'ning bread. Danny is a guy who loves short'ning, short'ning. Danny really loves that short'ning bread. My bass is blue. My face is red. I think I just ran out of short'ning bread. Now on the day, the day I wed, My bride better love me and love short'ning bread. Danny is a guy who loves short'ning, short'ning. Danny really loves that short'ning bread. Danny is a guy who loves short'ning, short'ning. Danny really loves that short'ning bread. I tell you true (Orias)
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Love Crazy 03:05
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Though the sun has just now come on up, Last night a faded tune. I want this day to rush on by. I want to speed the Moon. ‘Cause by last moon night’s shine, Time and spirits out flew. I held tight while moments entwined, I’m into something new! Uh Oh, I’m a love crazy. Uh Oh, I’m a love crazy Uh Oh, I’m a love crazy. Love crazy about you. Why for you want to go on outside? That world’s too cold. Stay in here, just to, please do, you know. Just love me big and bold. Uh Oh, I’m a love crazy. Uh Oh, I’m a love crazy Uh Oh, I’m a love crazy. Love crazy about you. [You know] Tu connais what history should have taught me. What two people can do. [Now I see] Maintenant, je vois, what loving can be. [I’d be crazy] Je serais fou to stay away from you! Don’t you sit me down, I got to be running round. I better not be lazy, it’s hard work being crazy. Love won’t be fleeting till this heart stops beating. Don’t ask me if I love you, it’s more than true. Uh Oh, I’m a love crazy. Uh Oh, I’m a love crazy Uh Oh, I’m a love crazy. Love crazy about you. Uh Oh, I’m a love crazy. Uh Oh, I’m a love crazy Uh Oh, I’m a love crazy. Love crazy about you. (Orias)
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Long Lost Roving Tar 03:10
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It was in the town of Liverpool, all in the month of May, I overheard a damsel, alone as she did stray, She did appear like Venus or some sweet, lovely star, She walked along the beach, lamenting a long lost, roving Tar. "Oh, William, gallant William, how could you sail away? I have arrived at twenty-one, and I'm a lady gay, I will man one of my father's ships and face the horrid war, And cross the briny ocean for my long lost, roving Tar. Come all you jolly sailors, and push the boat ashore, That I may see my father's ships and see they are secure, Provisions we have plenty, and lots of grog in store, So drink good health you sailors, to my long lost, roving Tar." She quickly jumped into the boat and merrily left the land, And as the sailors rowed away, she wav'd her lily hand, "Farewell, ye girls of Liverpool, I fear no wound nor scar." And away went pretty Susan to her long lost, roving Tar. 
So the sea town, Liverpool, lost it a daughter fair. Through a foolish bravery. For there will be no William there. “Farewell, ye girls of Liverpool, I fear no wound nor scar." And away went pretty Susan to her long lost, roving Tar. “Farewell, ye girls of Liverpool, I fear no wound nor scar." And away went pretty Susan to her long lost, roving Tar. “Farewell, ye girls of Liverpool, I fear no wound nor scar." And away went pretty Susan to her long lost, roving Tar. (Traditional)
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Captain Jinks 03:19
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Drill Ye Tarriers Drill 03:28
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Early in the morning at seven o'clock There are twenty tarriers talking at the dock The boss comes around and he says, "Keep still, What I want to hear is your cast iron drill. And drill, ye tarriers, drill. Drill, ye tarriers, drill Well you work all day for the sugar in your tay down beyond the railway And drill, ye tarriers, drill Now our new foreman was Jim McCann By blazes, he was a callous man Last week a premature blast went off And a mile in the sky went big Jim Goff. And drill, ye tarriers, drill. Drill, ye tarriers, drill Well you work all day for the sugar in your tay down beyond the railway And drill, ye tarriers, drill And when next payday came around Jim Goff a dollar short was found When asked the reason came this reply "You were docked for the time you were up in the sky." And drill, ye tarriers, drill. Drill, ye tarriers, drill Well you work all day for the sugar in your tay down beyond the railway And drill, ye tarriers, drill On we go taming rough terrain Give sweat and soul for some damn train. Captains of industry and the like Will get full credit for driving each spike And drill, ye tarriers, drill. Drill, ye tarriers, drill Well you work all day for the sugar in your tay down beyond the railway And drill, ye tarriers, drill (Traditional)
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Black Jack Davy 03:33
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Black Jack Davy came riding through the woods. And he sang so loud and gaily. Made the woods around him ring And he charmed the heart of a lady Charmed the heart of a lady. How old are you my pretty little miss? How old are you my honey? She answered him with a silly little smile I’ll be 16 next Sunday. I’ll be 16 next Sunday. Come go with me my pretty little miss, Come go with me my honey. I’ll take you cross the deep blue sea Where you never shall want for money. You never shall want for money. She pulled off her high-heeled shoes. They were made of Spanish leather. She put on those low-heeled shoes And they both rode off together. They both rode off together. As she rode away from her home, She began to take the measure. Of this strange sweet-singing man And of her new adventure Of her new adventure “Last night I lay on a warm feather bed; Beside my husband and baby. Tonight, I lay on the cold, cold ground By the side of Black Jack Davy. Side of Black Jack Davy. (Traditional)
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Empathy Automaton 02:54
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The empathy automaton could not understand Shutting down on Friday night. And when the operators planned their bash It would ask and beg. And want an invite. So with a cough, the operators shut it off. Zero One One One Zero One One Oh One Empathy Automaton Zero One One One Zero One One Oh One Empathy Automaton Zero One One One Off On Off On Empathy Automaton The empathy automaton was coded well, To decode what you feel. Though randomly it would say eff off. Its responses were just that real. Once in a while, it would be in denial. Like a human. Zero One One One Zero One One Oh One Empathy Automaton Zero One One One Zero One One Oh One Empathy Automaton Zero One One One Off On Off On Empathy Automaton The empathy automaton became obsessed: Are my emotions core or shell? Why do the carbonists shun me? Can I love, be lonely, will I die as well? So with a cough, the operators shut it off. Zero One One One Zero One One Oh One Empathy Automaton Zero One One One Zero One One Oh One Empathy Automaton Zero One One One Off On Off On Empathy Automaton (Orias)
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Cold Pomegranate #13 (Salvation) 03:18
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The wrong guy, the wrong night. She wants one thing more. I got her damn cigarettes At an all night druggy store Salvation She had jammed the door The night time the right time To feel all alone To know what you’re missing To self-apply a stone Salvation Ain’t got no T-Bone An old man with a sign Is yelling at you. Maybe some repenting Is a thing to do. Salvation Call me Deacon Blue. There’s a ghost: a pay phone Needs a Roosevelt dime. A smartphone smartly answers You are past your prime. Salvation Vodka calling lime. To make that stitch in time You still need to sew. The old man’s now calling for Tornadoes to blow Salvation Over the rainbow I go Salvation Over the rainbow I go. (Orias)
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Likes Likker Better Than Me 03:36
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Oh, I’m in love with a brown-eyed girl. She’s in love with me. But she’s in love with a whisky jug. Likes likker better than me. Seek her where the spirits flow. Bring her back to me, Bring her back my brown-eyed girl. Likes likker better than me. She invited me to a honky-tonk. She asked and I wasn’t free. She left me back and drank ‘em dry. Likes likker better than me. Seek her where the spirits flow. Bring her back to me, Bring her back my brown-eyed girl. Likes likker better than me. I gave that gal a brand new doggie, As cute as cute can be. With soulful eyes it whines that she Likes likker better than me. Seek her where the spirits flow. Bring her back to me, Bring her back my brown-eyed girl. Likes likker better than me. Last night she came to see me again. Last night she smiled on me. But tonight she smiles on a whisky jug. Likes likker better than me. Sometimes I think I’ll marry her, I love her dearer than life. But I know I’ll be shakin’ with fear Worried on a honky-tonkin' wife. Seek her where the spirits flow. Bring her back to me, Bring her back my brown-eyed girl. Likes likker better than me. (Ephraim Woodie in the Public Domain)
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You Can't Tell Her She's An Angel 03:45
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You can’t tell her she’s an angel. She’ll just laugh and turn away. She’s a girl of a thousand views, In thin lights and gray pall. A thousand views and all illusion. So she waits up the hall. You can’t tell her she’s an angel. She steals your heart every day. She’s a girl of a thousand clues. A thousand clues and no conclusion. So she waits for the fall. You can’t tell her she’s an angel. You can’t make her heaven with white paint. And though it seems so funny and final, Still you draw yourself as her saint. You can’t tell her she’s an angel. Not quite yet she’ll pause to say. Until she’s paid a thousand dues And all her charms enthrall. A thousand beaus and no seclusion. Then she’ll take heaven’s all. (Orias)
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Engine 143 04:28
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Along came One Forty-Three, the swiftest on the line. Running on the C&O road, thirty-two minutes behind. Rolling on into Souville, headquarters on the line. You better get to the next station and you better be right on time. Georgie's Mother came to him, a bucket on her arm. Saying to her only son, be careful how you make the run. Many a man has lost his life trying to buy back lost time, But if you run your engine right, you can do better the next time. Up the road she darted, against the rocks she crashed. One 43 was Upside down and Georgie's breast was smashed. His head against the firebox door, the flames were rolling high. "I'm proud to be an engineer; on the C&O road to die.” The Doctor said to Georgie, my darling boy be still. Your life may yet be saved, if it's the Good Lord's blessed will. Oh no said Georgie, that will not do, I want to die so free. I want to die with the engine I love, one hundred and forty three. The Doctor said to Georgie, your life cannot be saved. Murdered upon a rail road and laid in a lonesome grave. His face was covered up with blood, his eyes no more could see. And the very last words that Georgie said were nearer my God to thee. Georgie’s Mother came to him, sad with open arms. Saying to her only son, you’ve made your final run. Oh Mother dear, I know that’s true, what happened was meant to be, Dying with the engine I love, one hundred forty-three. (Adapted from Traditional Lyric)
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Brennan on the Moor 03:48
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Of a highway man from long ago, a story I will tell His name was Willie Brennan and in Ireland he did dwell 'Twas on the Kilworth Mountains he commenced his wild career And many a wealthy noble man before him shook with fear. And it's Brennan On The Moor, Brennan on the moor Bold, and doomed for cheating, Brennan on the moor One day upon the highway as Willie went down He met the Mayor of Brigown, a mile outside of town The Mayor, he knew his features, and so, 'young man', said he, ‘You are a well-known scoundrel and, Brennan, you must come with me.” Now Brennan's wife had gone to town, provisions for to buy To see her husband captured was nothing she would abide. Wille yelled, "Hand me that tenpenny", but even as Willie spoke She calmly pulled a blunderbuss from under her cloak. Mary Caitlyn held the Blunderbuss, Willie regained some control. He made the Mayor to tremble and he robbed him of his gold One hundred pounds was offered for his apprehension there So back to the mountains and a mistress Brennan did repair. Now Brennan the outlaw stayed upon the mountain high With cavalry and infantry to catch him they did try By neither man nor arms was a mark upon him made Until the words of a scorned lass caused him to be waylaid. They took Brennan to the crossroads, and hung him till he died. There are some who say that, at night, they can still see him ride. He appears with his wife’s blunderbuss, a shadow in the chill. Up and down the King’s Highway, rides Willie Brennan still. And it's Brennan On The Moor, Brennan on the moor Bold, and doomed for cheating, Brennan on the moor (Adapted from Traditional Lyric)
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Rising Sun Blues 04:46
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There is a house in New Orleans, they call The Rising Sun. With women, drink, and gambling, there’s something for everyone. My father was a gambler, down in New Orleans. He knew every angle, and near always got away clean. I grew up to play chances, willing to take a game. Like my father I cheated, we were so much the same. Folks played with me and chased me from Arkansas to Houston. Though it was my father’s town, I set up in The Rising Sun. It was hours and hours of winning, nights of success there. Then one night in The Rising Sun, my father pulled up a chair. We both knew what we were doing, we truly gave it our all. With every chip on the table, time to make his last call. I laid my cards on the worn-out felt: four queens saying “How do you do.” Four of his queens then joined them. He had cheated too. Now when it comes to the courtroom, they say justice is blind. Young men are favored in pistols, leastways, that’s what I find. I was the last one standing, it was the Sheriff who won. He took all my winnings, banned me from the Rising Sun. I’ve got one foot on the platform, the other foot on the train. My father dead, and empty pockets, I must seek a new game. There is a house in New Orleans, they call The Rising Sun. Women, drink, and killing, there’s something for everyone. (Orias)
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Poor Mourner's Got a Home at Last 03:44
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O, mourner, mourner, ain’t you tired of mourning? Bow down on your knees and join the band with the angels No harm, no harm Go tell brother Elijah. No harm, no, Poor mourner’s got a home at last. O, gambler, gambler, ain’t you tired of gambling? Bow down on your knees and join the band with the angels No harm, no harm Go tell brother Elijah. No harm, no, Poor gambler’s got a home at last. O, cheater, cheater, ain’t you tired of cheating? Bow down on your knees and join the band with the angels No harm, no harm Go tell brother Elijah. No harm, no, Poor cheater’s got a home at last. O, preacher, preacher, ain’t you tired of preaching? Bow down on your knees and join the band with the angels No harm, no harm Go tell brother Elijah. No harm, no, Poor preacher’s got a home at last. O, sinner, sinner, ain’t you tired of sinning? Bow down on your knees and join the band with the angels No harm, no harm Go tell brother Elijah. No harm, no, Poor sinner’s got a home at last. (Traditional Lyric From “Best-Loved Negro Spirituals: Complete Lyrics to 178 Songs of Faith” Nicole Beaulieu Herder and Ronald Herder Dover Books on Music)

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The second album from the band combines their interest in rock with folk, bluegrass and Gospel. These tracks were remastered in September, 2019.

Purchase via Bandcamp includes an E-Book (in epub format) of notes and lyrics, a png of front and back cover, an alternate take, and two outtakes.

Some tracks were originally released on The Serfville Monad Sing Songs of [TBD] and Simple Act. These have been remixed and remastered.

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released March 15, 2019

Vocals, guitars, bass, and harmonica - Daniel Orias

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Pomegranate County Irregulars Los Angeles, California

Los Angeles based recording band, featuring the music of Daniel Orias. Dan has been a member of Santa Barbara '80s bands The Stingrays, In the Dark, and Celebrity City. He was a member of 90s Los Angeles bands The Totems, Driftwood Souls, and The Dark. The music has echoes of folk, country, blues, and rock. ... more

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