Live at Rockwood Music Hall

by Bold Forbes

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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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Track Name: Light of the Room
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.
Track Name: Angel from Montgomery
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
Track Name: Logan Square
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]
Track Name: 400 Years
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?