“Sparrow” by Mean Mary, from the album “Cold”

Sparrow comes hot of the new release from our Mean Mary, October’s Album of the Month.

 

“Talking Reality Television Blues” by Todd Snider, from the album “Cash Cabin Sessions, Vol. 3”

Recording in the late Johnny Cash’s mancave, Snider slings wit, targets hypocrisy, interrogates the blues, and sees ghosts, with Amanda Shires and Jason Isbell assisting.

 Punchlines fly from the get-go (there’s no Vol. 1 or 2), with humanity the usual butt of the jokes, though Trump’s a target, too. Take “Talking Reality Television Blues,” a tribute to Dylan.

“Gotta Get Up” by Tomato/Tomato, from the album “Canary in a Coal Mine”

Four hundred fifty miles of hard Nebraska dirt 
Where the earth and sky embrace and the clouds do all the work. 
I’m running to the mountains, gonna hide out in the hills. 
I’m sick of politicians and the walls their lies have built. 

I miss those Sunday mornings of my early childhood. 
Where we learned to love each other and charity was good. 
Now they’re preaching fear and hate, ’cause love won’t fill the seats. 
So I’m looking for salvation above ten thousand feet. 

Gotta get up – above the crowd. 
It’s wild and it’s savage, I’m not taking any chances. 
Gotta get up – before I drown. 
Gotta get up ’cause I feel it coming down. 

It feels like there’s a reckoning brewing in the clouds. 
If forty days of rain should come, we’ll all need higher ground. 
Don’t look for me in Kansas, don’t look in Tennessee. 
I’ll be in the Rocky Mountains, praying on my knees. 

Gotta get up – above the crowd. 
It’s wild and it’s savage, I’m not taking any chances. 
Gotta get up – before I drown. 
Gotta get up ’cause I feel it coming down. 

I was naive to think that bigotry was frozen in the past. 
A display in some museum, safe behind the glass. 
But it’s alive and it is strong, and it’s marching in the streets. 
How n we tell our children, now it’s theirs….now it’s theirs to defeat? 

Gotta get up – above the crowd. 
It’s wild and it’s savage, I’m not taking any chances. 
Gotta get up – before I drown. 
Gotta get up ’cause I feel it coming down. 

Gotta get up – above the crowd. 
It’s wild and it’s savage, I’m not taking any chances. 
Gotta get up – before I drown. 
Gotta get up ’cause I feel it coming down.

credits

from Canary in a Coal Mine, released March 1, 2019 
John McLaggan- Vocals, Guitar 
Lisa McLaggan- Vocals, Percussion 
Jon Estes- Bass, Piano, Organ 
Jeremy Fetzer- Guitars 
Jon Radford- Drums 
Spencer Cullum- Lap Steel 
Kris Karlsson- Banjoca

“Changes” by The Steel Woods, from the album “Old News”

Black Sabbath cover ‘Changes’ which to me initially seemed an odd choice but this soulful take tips a hat to the Charles Bradley version, while Stanton’s bass work is the backbone on which Bayliss and Cope are able to lay down a host of intricate guitar textures. The result is impressive and if you thought you’d heard enough versions of this Sabbath classic you’d be wrong.

 

“Devil’s Kiss” by Reloaded Norway, from the album “My Longest Mile”

 

 

Strong Rhythm and Slide guitars propel Heidi to her Devil’s Kiss on this track from the successful album My Longest Mile from Norway’s Reloaded.

 

More Roots Rock than Blues, Devil’s Kiss is a regular on TME’s shows.

“Two Trains” by Josie Bello, from the album “Can’t Go Home”

One our Favorite ladies recorded some great songs on her album Can’t go Home, this is a example of Josie’s great writing and performing.

 

 

“The Wayfarer” by Bruce Springsteen, from the album “Western Stars”

Couldn’t have a Song Of The Day without one from the Boss, one of the better songs of the newest album.

 

 

It’s the same sad story
Love and glory goin’ ’round and ’round
It’s the same old cliché
A wanderer on his way, slippin’ from town to town
Some find peace here on the sweet streets
The sweet streets of home
Where kindness falls and your heart calls 
For a permanent place of your own

I’m a wayfarer, baby
I drift from town to town
When everyone’s asleep and the midnight bells sound
My wheels are hissin’ up the highway
Spinning ’round and ’round

You start out slow in a sweet little bungalow
Something two can call home
Then rain comes fallin’
The blues come calling, and you’re left with a heart of stone

Some folks are inspired sitting by the fire
Slippers tucked under the bed
But when I go to sleep I can’t count sheep 
For the white lines in my head

I’m a wayfarer, baby
I roam from town to town
When everyone’s asleep and the midnight bells sound
My wheels are hissin’ up the highway
Spinning ’round and ’round

Where are you now? Where are you now?
Where are you now?

I’m a wayfarer, baby
I roam from town to town
When everyone’s asleep and the midnight bells sound
My wheels are hissin’ up the highway
Spinning ’round and ’round

I’m a wayfarer, baby, I’m a wayfarer, baby
I’m a wayfarer, baby, I’m a wayfarer, baby
I’m a wayfarer, baby, I’m a wayfarer, baby
I’m a wayfarer, baby, I’m a wayfarer, baby