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Live at Rockwood Music Hall

by Bold Forbes

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1.
The Rain 04:30
2.
Can I knock on that old wooden door once again? Can I knock on that old wooden door once again? Oh I can feel the heat of the spaghetti steam It streams the cracks of the angles so neat Of the door... But tomorrow the door will be gone. Can I sit down at that jangling table again? Can I sit down at that jangling table again? Oh we leaned over the table with personal flames Proposing our visions and distributing blame 'round the table... But tomorrow the table is gone. Can I believe in this wine that sticks to my lips? Can I believe in this wine that sticks to my lips? Oh we walked in like David so marble and proud Now the marble has melted and it swims beneath the shroud Of the wine... But tomorrow the wine will be gone. Can I look out of that window on the face of the moon? Can I look out of that window on the face of the moon? Oh as the room was exploding and glowing with youth, The moon through the window hung pale o'er the roofs Singing... Tomorrow the youth will be gone Gone, gone, gone Gone, gone, gone. What do I do when my footsteps echo empty in the dark? What do I do when my footsteps echo empty in the dark? Oh as the shimmering earth shivers the cold night I'll think on that room enveloped by the light Oh I'll remember Though the light of the room is all gone Oh I'll remember Though the light of the room is all gone Oh I'll remember Though the light of the room is all gone Gone, gone.
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I am an old woman Name after my mother My old man is another Child who's grown old If dreams were thunder Lighting desire This old house would've burnt down A long time ago Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery Make me a poster of an old rodeo Just give me one thing That I can hold onto To believe in this living Is just a hard way to go When I was young girl Had me a cowboy Weren't much to look at Just a free rambling man But that was a long time And no mater how I try Those years just flow by Like a broken down dam Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery Make me a poster of an old rodeo Just give me one thing That I can hold onto To believe in this living Is just a hard way to go There's flies in the kitchen I can hear them they're buzzing And I ain't done nothing Since i woke up today How the hell does a person Go to the work in the morning Come home in the evening And have nothing to say? Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery Make me a poster of an old rodeo Just give me one thing That I can hold onto To believe in this living Is just a hard way to go Lyrics by John Prine
4.
Logan Square 05:50
The sunrise falls into my bilingual street and My lips reach across America to meet yours Just a little cracked and singing By the windy Hudson River I assume But if you were here in Logan Square Then we'd walk beneath the yellows browns and reds And we would talk about the beauty and the death Over our heads But now I'm cold with dread and you ain't here To read me the Spanish church signs Yeah these are rambling words for a rambling time I let myself out of my window every night To search for your eyes while my body lies A-quaking and a-quivering, Forgotten by my wandering soul First Chorus: Oh once I held you close up on the rock Above the river in my town I thought if this crisp air were water, baby You and I would drown But baby I could not die now, I'm too lonely and confounded... But I would have died then. I meant to write this song for you But here I am singing about me That's because even if you were happy babe I'd be in misery So far away in perfect loneliness Beauty burned at every turn I walked into my market full of Oranges and dark greens And I smashed a squash upon the ground And gathered up the seeds Just like the geese I think of leaving Flying in formation with myself You see I am growing sicker, and you are no saint So I think I best return to you and kiss you Before it's too late And my lips have turned to cold steel metal And my eyes a dust colored gray Second Chorus: Oh I once believed I couldn't cry That all sensation dried up in my eyes But now I pause to look around I find that tears have drenched my thighs Well baby I am not a slave Nor is any soul under the sky So why does every living breath Sound like a symphony of dy-dy-ing Like a symphony of dy-y-y-ing Like a symphony of ooo (repeated) [First chorus repeats]
5.
400 Years 05:44
It's been 400 years of pavement on pavement The dark turns to light and light slips away and I watch from the balcony Lead flaking down to the street These dizzying heights bring uncomfortable feelings The bottom is distant, the path is unyielding And layer and layers of scaffolding Lay in between Deep in the thick where the meat wears thin Off the bodies of hard-praying women and men There are figures who silently scream This life is a lie They say that power and chaos are all that is natural The soul is a lie and the brain ticks out factual feelings Consistently sad when Your father has died. But don't you want to hear something that whistles and cries? Don't you wanna see something that kisses your eye? Ain't life something you're gonna miss when you die? Well by a slow-moving river Lord I once lay my head On an old wooden dock they said would last till I was dead Now the river's run off with it I find myself gathering wood And while some swear that river did not used to run There are others who scoff as they stand in the sun Getting angry 'cause anger is fun When you're safe and warm But don't you wanna see sequoias growing high above your head? Don't you wanna listen to the words the ones you love have said? Ain't life something you're gonna miss when you're dead? When I am scared every sentence I hear is wrong And nothing here works but everything moves along Ain't it funny how movement don't stop when the day is gone When the night is long? Well it's been 400 years since they came for their payment From almighty God and the fruits of enslavement It's hard to believe that this dream baby Really is real I put my stake in the ground but I find myself drifting Till some soul or song or word comes a-lifting Itself through the universe Asking me to carry myself along Well don't you wanna see crowds multiply out in the street? Don't you wanna be alone with waves crashing at your feet? Ain't the wind so cool when i blows on through your bed? Don't you wanna hear thunder clapping high above your head? And don't you wanna smell the barbecue on a Sunday afternoon? Ain't it sad when your eyes grow so hard so soon? Don't you wanna feel your lover moving so slow and strong? Don't you wanna teach your children what's right and what's wrong? And ain't life something you're gonna miss when you're gone? And ain't life something you're gonna miss when you're gone? Ain't you gonna miss this life when you're all dead and gone? And ain't life something you're gonna miss when you're gone?

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Recorded Live at Rockwood Music Hall Stage 1, April 10th, 2015

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released April 15, 2015

Nick Bloom: Guitar and Vocals
David Halpern: Bass and Vocals
Reid Jenkins: Violin and Vocals

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Bold Forbes New York, New York

Bold Forbes blends the stories and poetry of the folk-singer tradition with genre-busting arrangements for strings and voice. Lyricist Nick Bloom writes songs that above all urge the listener to feel life deeply, while bassist David Halpern and violinist Reid Jenkins create arrangements that haunt, surprise, and inspire, creating a sound both challenging and eminently listenable. ... more

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