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Poppycock & Tommyrot by Al Duvall

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An unguided tour guide down memory Lane, turn of the century style American folk. Played on banjo, kazoo, guitar, musical saw, and a collection of spittoons, frying pans and medicine bottles. Al’s vaudevillian songs are heaped in black wit, double entendre and clever word play about kleptomaniacs, Moonshiners, criminals, loners
and even more shadowy figures. The music is a mix of old-timey, ragtime, sea shanty, Victorian parlour and jug band. Recorded on wax cylinders and other lo-fi devices, these songs were meant to be written between 1900 and 1930; he just never got around to it until now. “his lyrics strike with all of the bravado of a Tom Waits album, but with a twinge of the old Vaudeville” - Folk it Up.1.Bury Me In Shellac 2.Barstow Blues 3.Poppycock & Tommyrot 4.The Day Bartender 5.Mary Mack 6.Labias & Genitalmen 7.Tea With Lady Drake 8.The Abandoned Matinee 9.All Whistle and No Train 10.Squirrel Shucking Bee, Part One 11.The Maid of the Marshes 12.Penny Champagne 13.The Dirty Half-Mile 14.Hildegard 15.After the Luau



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POPPYCOCK AND TOMMYROT Here’s poppycock and tommyrot and hot to trot erotica Here’s Hottentot and polyglot and melting pot exotica Here’s slogans in a broken tongue and duggins to provoke the young And therapeutic penguin dung imported from Antarctica Here’s hurdy-gurdy murderers and penny-dreadful tragedy The bunk and mumbo-jumbo under my financial strategy A shot of modern schadenfreud to stimulate the adenoid And fill your apathetic void with agitating gadgetry Here’s lotteries and slot machines for drudges’ dreams to hinge upon Here’s crutches, creams and panaceas for chondriacs to cringe upon Here’s endless alcoholidays deserving of a Rabelais And needless dope the debauchees are slaking their syringe upon Here’s spirits of anomia to rouse you from your ennui The tinsel trinket picayunes defining whom you want to be And when you find you’ve played the dupe your satiated grin will droop and all your cash you can’t recoup I’ve packed it up and gone to sea
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