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Upfolk 2 (aka upupafolkacea)

by Balladir (Travis Puntarelli, Upfolk)

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Carpenter 03:40
CARPENTER SHE TOOK MY BALLS AND SHE TOOK MY BIKE SHE PUT ME IN THE CORNER SAID: "DO ANYTHING YOU LIKE BUT YOU DON'T MOVE A TIME-OUT" I CRIED A BIT THEN PASSED OUT I GUESS THAT I WAS TIRED FROM MY DAY BY THE RIVER I LOVE MY MOM, LORD I TRY SOMETIMES WE DON'T SEE EYE TO EYE LIKE WHEN I WAS 6 AND SHE WAS 35 BUT NOW I'VE GOT A HAMMER OF MY OWN IT'S NOT A PLASTIC ONE I USE IT WHEN IT'S TIME TO WRITE A SONG OR PAINT A PICTURE I'M A CARPENTER I HAMMER I CLATTER AND I CLAMBER ON THE ROOF MAKE MY BED BY THE RIVER I'M A TRAVELLER I RAMBLE I STRUGGLE AND I SCRAMBLE I NEED PROOF I CAN CHANGE THE BED THAT I BEEN SLEEPING IN'S A SOFT ONE AND THE LADY I'VE BEEN LEAVING WITH'S A SOFT ONE BUT THE COURAGE I BEEN GIVEN IS DRAWN FROM SONGS FROM AN OLDER AGE SONGS OF AN OLD AGE DON'T GET YOU FAT STACKS YOU GOTTA LEARN THE SLANG AND TALK REAL FAST SAY SHIT LIKE 'I'M THE KINDA BROTHER WHO CAN MAKE YOU MAKE YOURSELF FORGET THAT YOU WAS RAISED BY CAVEMEN IN A COUNTRY FULL OF CAVEMEN' BUT WHEN ROBBIE BURNS WAS RAPPING WITH THE LADIES IN THE BACK ROOM BACK IN THE 1795'S I WAS SINGING ALONG HE WENT SLOW SOMETIMES GOTTA LET THE WATER BOIL AT A CRAWL SOMETIMES GOTTA GET IT WHEN IT'S HOT LET THE TEA STEEP SOME GIRLS TALK A LITTLE LET THE KIDS SLEEP SOME GIRLS TALK A LOT BUT I'M A CARPENTER I HAMMER I CLATTER AND I CLAMBER ON THE ROOF MAKE MY BED BY THE RIVER I'M A TRAVELLER I RAMBLE I STRUGGLE AND I SCRAMBLE I NEED PROOF I CAN CHANGE I THINK IT'S TIME I PUT THE TOOLS DOWN THE TYPE OF TOOLS THAT YOU CAN USE TO TEAR THE HOUSE DOWN WE DON'T RAISE NO FLAG, DON'T CARRY NO BANNER BUT THE SONG THAT WE SING GONE A LONG TIME SING FATHER, MOTHER I'LL BE GOOD TO YOU SING BROTHER, LOVER I'LL BE GOOD
2.
Little Rogue 02:51
LITTLE ROGUE (PLANXTY MICKEY COSTELLO) LITTLE ROGUE HE WROTE LITTLE ROGUE I WISH YOU WOULD COME OVER LITTLE ROGUE I KNOW LITTLE ROGUE I KNOW JUST WHY HE LOVES YOU FROM THE ISLAND TO THE PORT OF ENTRY, DARLING CROSS THE CONTINENT AGAIN YOU GO LEAVE A TRAIL OF BROKEN HEARTS BEHIND YOU SMOKING CIGARETTES LIKE FAIRY TALES AND WOE TO THOSE WHO CROSS YOU LITTLE IRISH NOSE SAN FRANSISCAN CLOTHES AND TURNING OVER WONDER WHERE SHE WENT EVERY NIGHT IS SPENT WATCHING SOMEONE GO TO BED WITH SOMEONE ELSE YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW FROM THE ISLAND TO THE PORT OF ENTRY, DARLING CROSS THE CONTINENT AGAIN YOU GO LEAVE A TRAIL OF CIGARETTES BEHIND YOU BROKEN CARRIAGES AND MERRY TALES YOU SLIGHTED DEATH AGAIN ALL THE FAIRIES WANT THEIR FRECKLES BACK WOE TO THOSE THAT CROSS YOU WE LOOK FOR OUR CLARITY IN SOUND AND SILENCE FROM THE FAIR BACK TO THE LAIR WE GO LITTLE ROGUES AND CENTIPEDES AND SMILING TIGERS WON'T DETER ME FROM MY ROAD I'M GRATEFUL FOR THE YEARS THAT PASS I'LL NEVER GET ENOUGH OF DEATH ENLIGHTENMENTS A BORING PATH THE FAIRIES WANT THEIR FRECKLES BACK BUT I PREFER MY BUBBLE BATH FROM THE ISLAND TO THE PORT OF ENTRY, DARLING CROSS THE CONTINENT AGAIN YOU GO LEAVE A TRAIL OF BROKEN HEARTS BEHIND YOU SMOKING CIGARETTES LIKE FAIRY TALES AND WOE TO THOSE WHO CROSS YOU
3.
HOME LIKE A NOMAD OUT OF THE SKY THE POLICE CAME TECHNICOLOR COSTUMES, SIRENS A-FLAME WE WERE DRUNKARDS THEN, AND WE'RE DRUNKARDS STILL BOTTLE IN THE GUTTER AND YOU RUN LIKE A MUTHR FUCKR NO YOU CAN'T CATCH ME I'VE GOT MY ROAD THAT SETS ME FREE LAY DOWN YOUR LOAD AND RUN WITH ME WE'LL FIND HOME LIKE A NOMAD LOVE LIKE AN OLD MAN LOVE AN OLD MAID EVERYBODY COME HOME DEATH IN A CORSET, DEATH IN A CASKET HEAVEN IN A BUCKET GO TO HELL IN A BASKET WE DONE ALRIGHT, NAH WE DUN ALL RONG IT HAUNTS ME IN MY DREAMS AT NIGHT I CAN'T FORGET A THING THAT I DONE NEVERMIND, BROTHER, IT WAS GOOD FOR ME AIN'T GOT TO PAY MONEY WE CAN SWIM FOR FREE TURN THE RADIO OFF AND WE CUT THE A.C. TOOK A ROOK TO THE QUEEN AND A ROUTE TO THE CITY NO YOU CAN'T CATCH ME I'VE GOT MY ROAD THAT SETS ME FREE LAY DOWN YOUR LOAD AND RUN WITH ME WE'LL FIND HOME LIKE A NOMAD LOVE LIKE AN OLD MAN LOVE AN OLD MAID EVERYBODY COME HOME DRESSING LIKE A CROOK'LL MAKE A RICH MAN THINK GOT HIS HEAD IN A BOTTLE AND HIS STOMACH IN THE SINK I SOLD SIXTEEN BARS OF THE HOMEGROWN GREEN GRASS MANILLA ENVELOPES, YOU CUT UP A COUPLE CANTELOPES FEAST LIKE A KING WHEN YOU ROLL LIKE A FARMER SWING LOW CHARIOT, CARRY IT ACROSS THE BORDER LAWD, I THOUGHT I WAS GONE THE GIRL FROM THE RECORD STORE'S COMING FOR TO CARRY ME HOME NO YOU CAN'T CATCH ME I'VE GOT MY ROAD THAT SETS ME FREE LAY DOWN YOUR LOAD AND RUN WITH ME WE'LL FIND HOME LIKE A NOMAD LOVE LIKE AN OLD MAN LOVE AN OLD MAID EVERYBODY COME HOME TRIED TO MAKE A GREEN SONG RIPE FOR THE PICKING I THOUGHT ABOUT IT TOO LONG, MY BRAIN STARTED STICKING TO THE INSIDE OF MY MOUNTAIN-HEADED HOLE I WASN'T TRYING TO CONFUSE YOU I WANTED JUST A LITTLE BIT OF SOUL IN MY IMAGINATION, SOUL ALL IN MY BED I WANTED SOUL TO RING ACROSS THE NATION SOUL TO SAVE THE PRESIDENT SUIT UP AND THE MUSE MAKE THE MINDS OF MEN DANCE WEED IS AT THE MERCY OF THE GARDENER'S HANDS NO YOU CAN'T CATCH ME I'VE GOT MY ROAD THAT SETS ME FREE LAY DOWN YOUR LOAD AND RUN WITH ME I'VE GOT MY ROLLER SKATES ON SMUGGLERS RUNNING TIL THE BREAK OF DAWN SING ABOUT THE ROAD THAT SET US FREE WE'LL FIND HOME LIKE A NOMAD LOVE LIKE AN OLD MAN LOVE AN OLD MAID EVERYBODY COME HOME
4.
SHE TOOK OFF IN A BOAT FROM HERE IT WASN'T A TYPICAL BOAT IT HAD NO ANCHOR NOR NO LINES TO TIE TO NO PORT OF NO MAN AND SHE LEFT BEHIND THE THOUGHT OF SEEING LAND AGAIN SHE LEFT A TREASURE CHEST WITH NOTHING IN IT BUT BOOKS AND POEMS SHE'D NEVER FINISHED DREAMS COME AND DREAMS GO HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT DREAMS ARE REAL AND WHAT DREAMS ARE SHE WAS WICKED AND KIND SHE WAS WISE AND DAFT SHE WAS BLIND AND DEAF AND SHE CRIED WHEN SHE LAUGHT SHE SHOOK LIKE A BED AND SHE CRACKED LIKE A CLOWN BUT HER HALO WAS AS BLINDING AS THE LINING ON A CLOUD SHE HAS WOODEN TEETH SHE HAS COPPER TOES AND SHE WHISTLES LIKE A SAILER THROUGH THE GALES THAT SHE BLOWS HER SAILS ARE ALL HOLY, HER MASTS UPSIDE DOWN BUT HER CAPTAIN IS FEARLESS HER COMPASS SAYS 'LOOK AT ME NOW'
5.
NEVER GET A DAY OF REST IN THE CITY NEVER GET A DAY OF REST THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING BURNING UP IN HERE SOMETHING BURNING UP AND I'M JUST WAITING FOR MY MAIL TO COME WAITING FOR MY MAIL TO COME WAITING FOR MY MAIL AND THEN I'M GONE PEOPLE HERE DON'T TALK LIKE ME PEOPLE HERE DON'T TALK AND I WAS LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO LOVE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO LOVE AND WAITING FOR MY MAIL TO COME WAITING FOR MY MAIL TO COME I WAS WAITING FOR MY MAIL AND THEN I'M GONE WHEN I SAY "I MAKE THE MUSIC" THEY SAY "BLUES BROTHER, BLUES" BLUES BROTHER BLUES BLUES, BROTHER, BLUES WELL, I DO NOW LOVERS IN THE CORNER LAWYERS IN THE BASEMENT PACKETS OF CONFETTI IN THE TRUNK OF THE CAR I'M BIKING TO THE COUNTRY NEVER GONNA LEAVE IT AGAIN I SWEAR MOMMA, I'M A COUNTRY BOY GOT BEANS AND POTATOS LIKE A FOREST COMING OUT OF THE WALL BUT GIVE ME THE MUSE OR I WON'T EAT NOTHING AT ALL PINCHERS ON THE CORNER TAKE ALL OF YOUR MONEY I HANDED HER A $20 'FORE I SAW HER DISQUISE YOU CAN TELL IT IN A MINUTE: MAFIA MADONNA LOOKING IN YOUR POCKETS WITH HER SNAKE-ASS EYES OTHER GUYS IN THE SHADOWS WAITING ANYTIME TO RUN FROM THE LAW BUT SHE GAVE ME THE MUSE FOR ALMOST NOTHING AT ALL HAVE YOU HEARD THE VEDAS? PICTURES OF THE SCRIPTURES WRITTEN IN A HURRY IN THE BACK OF THE BARN SERPENTS IN THE STABLES RATS UNDER THE TABLES GET THEM ALL TOGETHER CAUSE WE'RE GONNA PERFORM I GET OFF ON THE SUN AND THE MOON AND IT'S AFTER THE FALL SO GIVE ME THE MUSE, CAUSE I DON'T NEED NOTHING AT ALL
6.
THE DIBLEY GIRL ONE BECAME AN AGENT FOR THE QUEENS ARMY HE COULD HEAR 100 MILES IF HE COULN'T SEE HE COULD SPEAK A DOZEN LANGUAGES AND WRITE A DOZEN MORE WHICH IS WHY THEY CALLED HIM IN ABOUT THE DIBLEY GIRL TWO BECAME A LEGEND IN THE BILLIARD HALLS HE COULD OUTPLAY ANY RODENT WITH A PING-PONG BALL HIS WHISKERS WERE PERSIMMON AND HIS COAT WAS PALE HE HAD A SPECIAL INTEREST IN THE DIBLEY GIRL THREE WAS LIKE THE BIGGEST MOUSE YOU'VE EVER SEEN HE WAS STRONG ENOUGH TO OPEN UP THE DISH MACHINE HE WAS FRIENDS WITH ALL THE LITTLE PUNKS BENEATH THE STAIRS SO THEY PUT HIM ON THE CASE AGAINST THE DIBLEY GIRL THE DIBLEY GIRL WAS SLEEPING IN A BED OF HAY IN A FEILD WITH ALL THE COWS IN COLDEST NOROWAY THE WINTERY WINDS CAME WEEPING O'ER THE FEILDS OF ICE WHILE CREEPING THROUGH THE SHADOWS CAME... THE THREE BLIND MICE! SEE HOW THEY RUN? SHE NEVER KNEW THE MOTIVE OR THE REASONS WHY PERHAPS IT WAS THE 4 & 20 BLACKBIRD PIE THE MOUSLINGS CAME UPON HER IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT AND FELL SQUEAKING ON THE SHRIEKING DIBLEY GIRL SHE WOKE WITH A START AND OPENED HER EYES TO THREE LITTLE GUYS WITH THREE LITTLE NEEDLES SHE LET OUT A LAUGH AND CUT THEM IN HALF THEY WENT RUNNING BACK, BUT MISSING THEIR TWEEDLES AND I COULD HAVE ADVISED THEM BEFORE THEIR FOIL: THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR FUCKING WITH THE DIBLEY GIRL
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OLD MAN AND THE SEA HE CAUGHT A WATER BALLOON IN HIS EYE IT BURST LIKE A BOMB AND HE WANTED TO CRY HE WAS AN OLD MAN BUT THE BICYCLE BANDITS KEPT PEDALLING BY HE NEVER COULD CATCH THEM HOW THOSE YOUNG FELLOWS FLY WELL GADDAM AND THE TALL THIN TOMBSTONES WERE WAITING ON A STRONG WIND HE BOUGHT A TICKET FOR THE LIBERTY LINE PACKED UP HIS BAGS AND HE NEVER LOOKED BACK TOOK THE TUNNEL TO THE STATION LIKE A MAN IN HIS PRIME HE WAS AN OLD MAN AND THE GREY LINE STEAM TRAIN WOULD WHISTLE AND SHAKE SPENT ALL HIS MONEY ON A SHIP AND A SAIL HE WATCHED FROM THE WATER AS THE EMPIRE FELL HE WAS AN OLD MAN AND THE TALL THIN TOMBSTONES WOULD CRUMBLE TO DUST AND THE GREY LINE STEAM TRAIN WOULD WEATHER AND RUST BUT HIS TAIL-FINN STREAM-LINE GATHERED A GUST OF THE OCEAN SPRAY COME ON OLD MAN, SAIL AWAY (ONE WHITE HAIR AND ANOTHER WHITE HAIR ANOTHER WHITE HAIR AND A SILVER HAIR THERE LOOKING OLD MAN, LOOKING OLD)
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HAIL THE COMING DAY STEP 1: WAKE UP YOU'RE JUST A BOY YOU AIN'T GOT ANY MONEY YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS STEP 2: SIT UP NOISE IN THE ALLEY CONVERSATION OF THE TROLLEY TO THE STATION AND THE NEWS BOYS HAIL THE COMING DAY HAIL THE COMING DAY HAIL THE COMING OV THE ONE I LOVE STEP 3: GET OUT OF BED YOU'VE GOT A TRAIN TO CATCH AIN'T GOT A TICKET SO YOU GOTTA HOLD ONTO THE BACK THE BUS SWAYS, THE BOY STAYS THE MUSIC PLAYS EVRY PIDGEON IN THE PARK PARADES THEY HAIL THE COMING DAY HAIL THE COMING DAY HAIL THE COMING OV THE ONE I LOVE STEP 4: LOOK AT WHAT YOU COULD BECOME COULD MAKE A SON OF A BITCH OR A SON OF A BUM COULD BE A FISHERMAN CATCHING A WAVE A WAVE CATCHING A FISH A FISH CATCHING A COLD A COLD CAUGHT IN A PIETRY DISH COULD BE A DISHWASHER PISSING ON A PEE-TREE OR A PISS-DRUNK POET SETTING BIRDS FREE TO HAIL THE COMING DAY HAIL THE COMING DAY HAIL THE COMING OV THE ONE I LOVE STEP 5: WHAT'S THAT GOT TO DO WITH ME? I'M JUST A PISS DRUNK POET WITH A WORD TO FREE I THOUGHT ABOUT IT A LOT ALL THE THINGS I COULD DO I DON'T WANT TO DO A THING WITHOUT YOU HAIL THE COMING DAY HAIL THE COMING DAY HAIL THE COMING OF THE ONE I LOVE
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IN THE SUMMER WHEN THE DAYS SEEM LONGER AND THE MOON SHINES WARM I'LL SING YOU A SONG ABOUT HOW I'LL BE WHEN I'M OLDER I WILL WAKE WHEN THE SUN IS A-RISING LIKE THE SUN I'LL SMILE ON THE LAND I'LL GIVE THANKS FOR THE BLOOD IN MY BODY WITH MY BODY I'LL DANCE THE DANCE OF THE DAWN THAT'S HOW I'LL BE WHEN I'M OLDER I'LL LOOK IN YOUR EYES WHEN I'M TALKING I WON'T TALK BUT TO TELL YOU I AM I SHALL RAISE UP YOUR CHILDREN WITH STRONG HANDS WITH YOUR HANDS I'LL PLAY THE DRUMS OF THE DAY THAT'S HOW I'LL BE WHEN I'M OLDER IN THE SUMMER WHEN THE DAYS SEEM LONGER AND THE MOON SHINES WARM I'LL SING YOU A SONG ABOUT HOW I'LL BE WHEN I'M OLDER I'LL REST IN THE EVE IN YOUR GARDEN IN YOUR GARDENS I'LL PLANT ALL MY GOLD I SHALL WALK EVRYWHERE I'M NOT SAILING EVRYWHERE THAT I GO I'LL SMILE ALL MY SOUL THAT'S HOW I'LL BE WHEN I'M OLDER I SHALL GATHER THE DEWFALLS AND DEADFALLS I'LL BUILD YOU A FIRE IN YOUR PLACE WHEN THE LAST OF THE DAYLIGHT HAS GONE I'LL SING YOU A SONG I MADE WHEN I WAS YOUNG ABOUT HOW I'LL BE WHEN I'M OLDER

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CONTENTOS!

ALL SONGS BY TRAVIS PUNTARELLI
MUSIC BY TRAVIS, BEN, AND AARON COMFORTY
PRODUCED BY TRAVIS AND RICH MORPURGO
*MIXED AND MASTERED BY RICH

CARPENTER
summer @ the shire, Vancouver Island, 2015
i built a bat box, and this song

LITTLE ROGUE
lyrics by travis and michaelangelo
@ the Convent, San Fransisco, 2014
Planxty Michaela Costello

HOME LIKE A NOMAD
@ Bloomington, Indiana, in the basement, 2012
finished in a ganga grove, Somewhere, OR

THE ANCHORLESS
for great aunt Bonnie, and my grandmother
half this song from a dream at
Camp Grounded @ Camp Navarro, California, 2014

NO MAIL YET, BLUES
@ Chez Detour, Thore La Rochette, France, 2013
after being scammed by some street peddlers in Paris
and waiting for a debit card in the mail

*THE DIBLEY GIRL
the basement @ Thore La Rochette
a warning to all who think to mess with a Dibley
with tons of love, to Katie & Emily
(Recorded by Dennis Dragon in Oregon)

OLD MAN AND THE SEA
@ the street with a uke, Burlington VT, 2010
after sleeping on Aram's tiny sailboat

ANOTHER WHITE HAIR
album cap, recorded by the propane fire in Washington
writ @ a hill on Salt Spring Island, BC, 2014

HOW I LEARNED TO FALL IN LOVE
after meeting this girl i have a crush on
@ under Marya's stairs, Santa Cruz, CA, 2014

SALLY GARDENS
summer @ the shire, Vancouver Island, 2015
half-melody to the traditional tune of the same name

credits

released March 3, 2017

UPFOLK 2 CAST AND CREDITS

TRAVIS PUNTARELLI
LYRICS/MUSIC/LEAD VOCAL/GUITARS/KEYS

AARON COMFORTY
MUSIC/BASS/VOCALS

BEN HANDEL
MUSIC/DRUMS/PERCUSSION

RICH MORPURGO
MIXING/MASTERING/ELECTRIC GUITARS/PERCUSSION

LILLY WALKER
VOCALS; NOMAD/CARPENTER/DIBLEY

FANNY TWO-COINS
VOCALS; CARPENTER/HAIL/NOMAD

EILEEN HOGAN
VOCALS; NOMAD/CARPENTER/OLDMAN

ALLISON POZNER
VOCALS; ANCHORLESS/OLDMAN/CARPENTER/NOMAD

DIEDERIK VAN WASSENAER
VIOLIN/VIOLA; SALLY/DIBLEY

MARC HAGGERTY
GUITARS; DIBLEY/MAIL

DAVID GULYAS
JAZZ GUITAR; ANCHORLESS

PATREON SUPPORTERS:
JUSTIN OLIVER
POET PISTACHIO
DAN LOPER
GREGG HELT
ARTHUR BAKERT
JAMIE OCAIN
POOP
KELLY (SKY FOX) JOHNSON
THE WIZARD OF WONDER
ADAM (SMILEY) POSWOLSKY
MOM
GLENN HOWE
WANDERLUST
KATIE SCOGGINS
JUSTIN ANGEL
JAMI STIGLIANO
REDWOOD
VEDA STANFIELD
ANDREW BEASTER
ZIONA RILEY
JONAH SPEAR
DAVID MOORE
ANDREW MOORE
PAPA BEAR
NATURELEE INSPIRED
RUMBLE THE LEMUR
FIDGET WIGGLESWORTH

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Balladir is the creative musical workings of Travis Puntarelli, a song-carver who hails from Bloomington, Indiana.

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