Where The Comet Falls by Al Duvall
If you spend the evening with a bottle of whisky instead of your sweetheart, the tune you bellow out in the wee hours - with arms 'round a snake oil merchant and a boxing ballerina - could well be a ditty from the mind of Al Duvall. Al's wicked vaudevillian hits are crafted on banjo, kazoo, and various percussive detritus. These 'gentle but deadly' songs are drawn from the working-class music of pre-war America, blending jug-band, medicine show, music-hall, and Victorian parlor ballads. Al delivers a loving backhand to the fringe dweller in this expertly crafted collection of aural ephemera. With an overdose of morbid puns and sly innuendo, 'Recluses Unite' is the perfect primer for any aspiring vagrant.
"inventively twisted black-comedy lyrics, throwing in dirty punchlines and shades of modern depravity that our Edwardian ancestors would have blanched at. There's also however an equally strong streak of utter weirdness and lowbrow surrealism, not too far away from the malarkey of Charles Gocher or Revd Fred Lane." Ed Pinsent, Sound Projector.
WHERE THE COMET FALLS It was cold and hungry where I was young had to burn the coal Dad coughed up from his lung We kept the Bible by the outhouse holes we tore the pages out to cleanse our souls I came home blinded from the Spanish War I told my gal I couldn’t see her no more Now I live in a bottle my door is ajar I sweep up sawdust and sleep in the bar Well I’m glad this world is not our home though I won’t be heading up to heaven’s dome When the signs appear and the trumpet calls let me make my pallet where the comet falls It’s T for shovel and T for pick never learned to read I went to work too quick It’s O for Reno and D for Bend I’m wandering ‘round just waiting for the end I had a shotgun wedding she’s long and black she sleeps beside me in our shotgun shack Once we were kissing and she chipped my tooth I shot my mouth off and I hit the roof They put P.T. Barnum on the dollar bill if you’re not a sucker then your just a shill Now I’m out here strung up in my family tree born to be a seedy effigy Oh, the old New Mexico I knew was sold where the Hopi hoped and the tumblestorms rolled I’ve found a haystack in Needles and I’m off to bed my home is anywhere I hang my head.
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