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The Burdener

by Craig Kinsey

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1.
It was down on Taft that I went to the place where I had to return Mari's leather and lace I opened the door and she was there on the floor lying on a deep vermillion rug 

I walked right past her and I never said a word 
the window was open, it was august the third
I grabbed her tea pot and I boiled it up hot 
and joined her on a deep vermillion rug 

she was eating cracked wheat dipped in oil and herbs 
her fingers made a figure eight and she never said a word
she shifted on her hips and as she brought it to her lips
 a drop hit her deep vermillion rug 

a breeze blew in from the street and it rustled her drapes it carried the sent of crape myrtle and grapes 
there ain't much to say when you while away a day 
sitting on a deep vermillion rug
2.
I love my ball and chain
 she may be heavy like the rain 
but she keeps me grounded and steady all the same 

she can make me cry 
make me wince
 I may be an opponent 
that she comes against 
but I won't be fooled by the grass 
on the other side of the fence

 and when the moonlight hits the grass
 and that old graveyard train rolls past
 I know she'll be there when I get 
home at last 

yeah I love my ball and chain 
she may be heavy like the rain 
but she keeps me grounded and steady 
all the same
3.
Big Ol' Tree 04:53
the world's a big ol' tree
 a big ol' tree
 a great big beautiful ol' peach tree 
and I’m gonna pick me one 

I got a sack of flour in the shed
 and your old stove top is burning red 
come on, let's bake some bread 

the world's a big ol' tree 
a big ol' tree 
a great big beautiful ol' peach tree 
and im gonna pick me one 

the mountains are tall and steep 
oceans dark and deep
 and lately I see you weep...

 the world's a big ol' tree
4.
The Houston skyline at night, is a beautiful sight Towering above the faces of black brown and white When it’s springtime down in the ‘trose Breath in the farmers market air, buy you and apple or pear Then hit Menil Park for a picnic there When its springtime, down in the ‘trose See every art car in town, out toolin’ around Blairin’ that crazy Sideshow sound And the ladies are as fine as vanillin wine Girl you’d better turn your damper down. There’s a smile on the face of each and every race There ain’t nothing like it in any other place When its springtime down in the ‘trose See the Chinese meditating, Deidrichs coffee percolating Hear the train whistle blow from down at Main Street Station Baby, its springtime, down in the ‘Trose Whop bop bebop bedip bop boo if ya know the right guy There’s always something to do When its springtime, down in the ‘Trose Hear the bells of St. Thomas and Annunciation too Chiming a lovers beat for me and you And those thrift store girls with their fashions so fine Hey fellas, ain’t it divine There’s a smile on the face of each and every race There ain’t nothing like it in any other place When its springtime down in the ‘Trose
5.
I’ve noticed lately things have changed when your eyes look into mine They seem to’ve lost that sparkle, yeah they no longer shine I should have seen, the signs were there. I knowd it from the start As your shoulders getting colder, so it my heart I’m not the kind to hang around, and try to change the lies That your heart is fickle, comes as no surprise I know were to put my horse and were to put my cart As your shoulders getting colder, so it my heart Well you like to roam around You might as well admit it’s true And you like to put me down But that’s over now girl im calling it through Let bygones be bygones means: bye babe. I’m gone\ And que sera sera means: what will be won’t be for long But remember when you’re all alone weren’t me broke us apart As your shoulders getting colder, so it my heart
6.
Still Alone 05:57
All my time, is slipping by All my time, is slipping by Outside my door Outside my door And I am still alone The girl that I love The girl that I love She don’t love me She don’t love me And I am still alone Why Lord, so close? Why Lord did you make her so close And yet so far away Is it some kind of game? Cause I am still alone The girls wink and smile Yeah, the girls wink and smile But my heart don’t see None but she And I am still alone My chances I waist My chances I waist Over and over And over again So I am still alone The robins build their nests The robins build their nests Outside my door Outside my door But I, am still alone
7.
Here’s a song For you The one I haven’t met I’m lazy too or I would already have found you If I hadn’t of taken So long To deal with my regrets, them I sure we’d have met Years ago down on Spring Street And time passes so slow When you’re waiting on a train To slip on through, to slip on through And it’s not a matter Of my fathers or their lack of wealth No, I blame myself, I should have seen And there’s a lot that’s left, to say Once you get here I can’t talk now, its just between you and me Just be assured, when we meet, finally Down by the gate, im sorry you had to wait I’ve thought of ways to make it up to you And sooner or later you’ll see That smoke coming round the bend And you’ll feel those wheels You’ll feel those wheels
8.
I don’t know of riches land or oil Im a man of poor and simple toil I don’t know the sailor’s widows sound I come from a small and humble town But I do know that if you loved me I’d be as rich as Galilee And I do know that if I could love you too There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you my love I don’t know of all the lands afar I have never owned a fine guitar I don’t know what all the sages do All that wisdom I could learn through you If only you loved me I’d be as rich as Galilee And if only I could love you too Then there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you my love Pale rises the moon Pale rises the moon Pale rises the moon Over my love So the silver meadows hush their tone And the wind subdues its steady drone I toss on my bed alone Can you hear me as I think of you and moan? Pale rises the moon Pale rises the moon Pale rises the moon Over my love
9.
Eureka Girls 07:14
Eureka girls, they can dance and sing Eureka girls, pretty as anything I love to see Basin Park in May And the Spring Street moon Coming out to play But nothing compares To Eureka girls Now I certainly wouldn’t want to put anyone down But man Eureka girls Fondly I do recall the day A Eureka girl layed my heart away And when your blues are blue and your skies are grey A Eureka girl can make it light and gay Yeah but I, certainly wouldn’t want To put anyone down But man Eureka girls Shine on Eureka girls Oh man Oh man Oh man Eureka girls
10.
Death Letter 03:21
Bits and pieces of my heart Fall and linger at my shoes Bits and pieces of my heart Pick them up and start anew I wonder if she even knows All shes done to me and in my heart if it shows Bits and pieces of my heart I stoop to get them right away Bits and pieces of my heart But he wind blows them away
11.
Bits and pieces of my heart Fall and linger at my shoes Bits and pieces of my heart Pick them up and start anew I wonder if she even knows All shes done to me and in my heart if it shows Bits and pieces of my heart I stoop to get them right away Bits and pieces of my heart But he wind blows them away
12.
Stagolee 03:22
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After All 03:59
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Craig Kinsey’s first solo album, The Burdener, carries the punch of his diverse life. It starts off with a circus— a raucous, grinding New Orleans sounding Deep Vermillion Rug. The epic Waiting on a Train and St. Anne’s door weave barroom piano, brass and strings while Montrose Blvd. Blues pays homage to Houston’s gypsy and frontier styled swing. The Burdener is Kinsey’s first solo effort apart from the Sideshow Tramps, a band with a five year history of surviving floods, fires, police raids, and a shipwreck while receiving the title “legendary” and “Best Stage Act” by the Houston Press.

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released January 8, 2011

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Craig Kinsey Houston, Texas

Born a full turn from the white picket fences of America, Craig Kinsey was raised on Southern lore from a family of moon shiners. His teenage years were spent train hopping, walking, and driving across the country in search of “the old days… Guthrie, Kerouac, and John Lee Hooker.” Seeking out the marrow of life led him into the great silence of a monastery and out again into music’s center stage. ... more

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