End Times

by MOLASKI

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1.
DEATH’S WOODEN LAUGHTER When you lie awake at night While your parents fight You hear Death’s wooden laughter When you hear the boom boom From the living room It’s Death’s wooden laughter When they’re carried away You’re left with nothing to say Death’s wooden laughter When you are tried by fire In the orphan choir Death’s wooden laughter It’s not a raw guffaw That you hear, my son More like a skeleton That you play upon Ringing through the hall From the day you rise Until you fall And you row and row Your little boat of woe And you hear Death’s wooden laughter Grass turns to hay Your soil now is clay And you hear Death’s wooden laughter When the factory closes And you wait for diagnosis Death’s wooden laughter And all that you own Is a mute telephone Death’s wooden laughter It’s not the wind that you hear In the trees, my dear It’s the life that you gave up For your career It’s the answer you always sought after It’s Death’s Wooden Laughter We are the bars In the devil’s xylophone He plays on us When we’re on our own From birth to the hereafter It’s Death’s wooden laughter Nothing but Death’s wooden laughter We all hear Death’s wooden laughter
2.
Last Match 04:46
LAST MATCH There goes my last match It’s burning red and blue There goes my last match It will erase all traces of you There goes your beautiful smile from this last Polaroid A flame from the lower right corner Swallows you into the void I watch the chemical fumes Curling up in the air I look at myself from the distance In a cold glass stare The highway that we traveled Has ceased to stretch And I’m burning all those memories of you with my last match I laced up all your things And placed them in a shoebox I stored it high in the attic above But every night I was awoken By the scratching sound of your love Until one day my neighbor Mr. Charles Molaski Said “Boy, you’re ruining all my midnight jazz” He looked at me over the rim of his glasses and said “Son, fix this mess” I feel the caustic fumes Curling up inside my chest I let the darkness enfold me And I pray to be blessed Have mercy on the soul of this poor wretch Who is trying to burn all his memories With this last match My reflection in the windshield wakes up in cold plastic sweat Molaski turns towards me and says “Son, have a cigarette” Hands me a book of matches from the Lost Soul Saloon That’s where she and I had met And where she said “Here’s to a match made in heaven and a book of matches made in hell” We and the matches ended up on the floor at her motel Six years of hard living Broke the spell And they crushed my crush on her But I still think about her “Right now all we got left is this book of matches, don’t you see? There is nobody left alive But you and me The first match is for you The second one is for me The third is for her goddamned memory” I smile as the car is moving away from this mire Hell, this burnt child does not dread the fire My hand still trembles as I release the safety catch And I feel precious like a fading flame On my last match
3.
WHERE THE GUILT TURNS INTO GOLD There were no ribbons in a tree And the welcoming committee Played a song for the long gone But not for me There were longing arms And warm embraces There were smiles and happy faces But the platform was clear of you Like it was the year I first came through here So I just closed my eyes Heard the train whistle twice And then we headed out Out of your town again And rolled along the track I might try when the wheat is high But I don’t know if I will be back Because you’re always hard as nails It keeps me on these rails It never ends like this Without a kiss In the fairytales Meet me down there at the pond Where we played So young and fond Wash away everything we’ve done wrong Then we will lie down in the meadow Where my past doesn’t cast no shadow You bring a bottle and a blanket Against the cold Down where the guilt turns into gold I had a hard time in prison I spent my laundry shifts doing a whole lot of missing With nothing but this childhood story About a man who fell from grace And as soon as he came back home The old oak tree Was bending under all them ribbons And he could see How much he had changed And so did God and he was redeemed But there was nothing for me to see But a crow in an old apple tree And there was nothing, nothing, nothing left But damnation and the open road Because your heart is cold as clay it keeps me on this highway Like the son of man I do the best I can On Good Friday Meet me down there at the pond Where we played So young and fond Wash away everything we’ve done wrong Then we will lie down in the meadow Where my past doesn’t cast no shadow You bring a bottle and a blanket Against the cold Down where the guilt turns into gold There were no ribbons in a tree
4.
I’M NOT YOUR COWBOY ANYMORE I’m a brawler in the candy store I’m hauling bones from the killing floor But I’m not your cowboy anymore I quit the stage I kicked out the footlights I took a bow I took a bite of the bitterness I’ve long lost sight of the shore And I’m a mess But I’m not your cowboy anymore It’s a long desert trail away from you Dark is the valley I’m going through Since I’m not your cowboy anymore There is a hole in my bucket A thorn in my side The fist in my pocket says “Swallow your pride” I’m not your cowboy anymore My boots are tattered My hopes is forlorn And the heart upon my sleeve is torn I’m still a drifter I’m still out of square Still nothing Nothing Nothing good will ever get me back there I’m not your cowboy Anymore I know I won’t How about you? Will you miss this old buckaroo? When I’m not your cowboy anymore If I wither If I thrive I’ll never get out of this world alive My boots are tattered My hopes is forlorn And the heart upon my sleeve is torn I’m still a drifter I’m still out of square Still nothing Nothing Nothing good will ever get me back there I’m not your cowboy anymore I’m not your cowboy Anymore
5.
Audrey Mae 03:29
AUDREY MAE She is my Audrey Mae She is the blueprint Of a man’s misery The one that makes you forget to breathe The one that is already weaving your funeral wreath Audrey Mae She is my Audrey Mae She is the pyre At the end of our way The misguiding beacon in the night that careens And shatters your vessel into smithereens If I go or if I stay here now To me it’s just the same Every corner in this town Is calling out her name I could leave here tomorrow But I now I would miss her Forevermore And another day Sweet Audrey Mae She is my Audrey Mae She is the candy And the tooth decay She’s just my Audrey Mae The spark of a gas station wedding day The Mother of Mercy and Mary Magdalene In a marriage bed doused in gasoline If we stay wed or grow apart To me it’s all the same Every corner in this house Is stained with the blame I could leave here tomorrow But I know I would miss her Forevermore And another day Sweet Audrey Mae Down another drink, pop another pill To me it’s just the same Every corner in this room Is whispering her name I could leave here tomorrow But I now I would miss her Forevermore And another day She is the one that has gotten away She’s my Audrey Mae I won’t live another year without you, girl You’re my sweet Audrey Mae Bittersweet Audrey Mae You’re the one that has gotten away
6.
Gone 03:16
Gone   Once I was so full of wonder Now all I ever do is sit and ponder Where it has gone? Where it has gone?   Once my river was so deep and wide The grass was growing on each side It has gone from me now And the grass has withered and turned brown Don’t you see?   It has gone like a lover from a one-night stand Gone like money from a gambling hand Gone like a last cigarette burning straight down to the fingertips It has gone like a last leaf on a tree in October Gone like my hopes and dreams when I’m sober Gone like that beautiful smile On your red rosy lips   Once your eyes shone like two diamonds Now there’s hardly any chance They will do again Maybe for another man On a field of forgiveness There’s a burial mound Where everything that we had Lies deep in the ground Beyond the reach of my serenade And the soil is too hard form my shovel’s blade It has gone like a lover from a one-night stand Gone like money from a gambling hand Gone like a last cigarette burning straight down to the fingertips It has gone like a last leaf on a tree in October Gone like my hopes and dreams when I’m sober Gone like that beautiful smile On your red rosy lips Everything is gone gone gone Like this lover from a one-night stand Like this money from a gambling hand Gone like a last cigarette burning straight down to my yellow fingertips It has gone like a spark from a dying ember Gone like the days I don’t remember Gone like that beautiful smile On your red rosy lips Everything is gone gone gone gone gone
7.
PISS DOWN THE STREAM We missed the date for the garbage collection And mommy is overdosed Elder brother is in the house of correction And sister’s case is closed The coal for the winter long has been spent Father along with the Southwind went Damned be the money that we make in the mines Damned be our lives and our times It’s his worst day since yesterday Living on Chinese rocks He still has got hell to pay The divorce papers were in the mailbox They are sending their young off to war To be maimed for country, honor and fame Damned be your God No matter what color or name Ay, Flamenca Take away the sting Ay Flamenca Make the floorboards sing Ay Flamenca Come and dance for me on the ashes of this world Our pawn will never be redeemed Our lives’ designs unwind They’re bursting at the seam A dream is a dream is a dream It’s all piss down the stream Her life smashed like a fly on the windshield She’s throwing pennies in boiled gin There’s a torn blouse in the canola field A bloody bundle in the bin It’s the day of black dresses Airing out in the sun Black holes hard against white chalked walls There goes another one Ay, Flamenca Toss that mourning ring Ay Flamenca Make this poor boy king Ay Flamenca Come and dance for me on the ashes of this world Iron will sooner breaks than bends Nobody’s ever going to make amends In this broken scheme A dream is a dream is a dream It’s all piss down the stream Oh life, oh life, oh life, oh life You’ve got me hanging on the line Oh life, oh life, oh life, oh life, oh life, oh life I look at my reflection In the pawn shop window Where I leave this heart of mine And tomorrow the spine Ay, Flamenca Make those pillars swing And bring them down with everything Ay, Flamenca Come and stir up the dust that remains of this world I always hoped I would sleep through the wake But there isn’t one when you’re burnt at the stake A dream is a dream is a dream is a dream A dream is a dream is a dream is a dream A dream is a dream is a dream It’s all piss down the stream
8.
WHOSE BLUES (DO YOU WHISTLE)? Tonight, I’m singing myself back home to you I’m just sitting around and I get high Because there isn’t much left to do Except smoking and hitting the bottle and breaking in two Tonight, I’m drinking myself home to you Come to think about Do you still sing out loud While you waltz alone across the room With the wine getting spilled And all the time being killed Singing on top of your lungs and so beautifully out of tune Do you still have the bracelet I made you from some old guitar string? Whose blues do you whistle now? Whose song do you sing? When nothing is right Is it still just you and Dwight? Does old Hank still bring tears to your eyes? Were you with Lyle Lovett Telling me to take this love and shove it? Are you still not getting better at goodbyes? All of the things I should have said and done None mean a goddamned thing Whose blues do you whistle now? Whose song do you sing? Is the memory slowly fading Like the colors of Jesus on your arm Which so proudly you show? Or do you still play our song Twenty-five times in a row? Hey good-looking Sweetheart of the Rodeo Who is the one that holds you now? Is the only way you know how Still having him on a string? Is there someone that gets you all the way Who records you the tapes that will always stay Who sits down with you And does it like we did When we were Lizzy and Zeppelin and The King Whose blues do you whistle now? Whose song do you sing?
9.
ALL THE STARS BURN OUT I carry this heart in front of me Like a butcher a bucket of bones I can’t find no rest Cleansed my treasure chest Of even fool’s gold and rhinestones The curtains are drawn Still darkest after dawn Her battered atlas reminds me Of how she sank like a stone Strung-out and alone To the bottom of the sea The sun refuses to shine The moon hangs lifeless on the line And there is no silver lining Behind this dark cloud All the stars burn out My eyes are sore I kneel on the floor And I have my head in a hole The hollow sound of the underground Rings like a bell In this hell I call my soul Trying to luck through A girl barely twenty-two Always raising the stakes The whole world yet to see Hardly made it to the pharmacy To buy cough syrup To ease the shakes The sun refuses to shine The moon hangs lifeless on the line And there is no silver lining Behind this dark cloud All the stars burn out Tonight Oh, maiden fair With blood in your hair Dead in your Guns N’ Roses shirt You passed like a comet Face smeared with vomit Lying there now one with the dirt This is too hard to handle So I light a candle Just like those who believe I reach for the balloon I will sail the moon One last time I roll up my sleeve The sun refuses to shine The moon hangs lifeless on the line And there is no silver lining Behind this dark cloud All the stars burn out I wish the sky were a hole That would swallow us all All the stars burn out tonight All the stars
10.
OF THE RICH MAN AND THE HOBO When the curtain falls On life’s last show We all got to go We all got to go Hands folded down on cold, soft linen Or lying face down in the snow We all got to go We all got to go Every dirt track Every golden avenue Merge into the same road I know this much is true For good or ill This road does lead downhill And it’s winter Nothing but a cold, cold kiss A road leading down to Higher Memphis There will be two graves covered next to each other Covered in snow Of the rich man and the hobo The rich man and the hobo Whether you are a diamond Or a chunk of coal You’re going down that hole You’re going down that hole Whether you are an orchid Or a faded rose We all fall like dominoes Fall like dominoes Every dirt track Every golden avenue Merge into the same road I know this much is true For good or ill This road does lead downhill And it’s winter Nothing but a cold, cold kiss A road leading down to Higher Memphis There will be two graves covered next to each other Covered in snow Of the rich man and the hobo Floating down the river Seeping into the ground Death is a forgiver So pass the jug around Pass the jug around Pass the jug around Floating down the river Seeping into the ground Death always delivers So pass the jug around Pass the jug around All of us are lost None of us are found Every dirt track Every golden avenue Merge into the same road I know this much is true For good or ill This road does lead downhill And it’s winter Nothing but a cold, cold kiss A road leading down to Higher Memphis There will be two graves covered next to each other Covered in snow We all cross the river in the same boat The rich man and the hobo Of the rich man and the hobo
11.
LAST SONG & TESTAMENT This is going to be the last song and I’m leaving This is going to be the last song and I’m done The waitress is stacking up the chairs already Just a couple more lines to go and I will be gone If these will be the last chords I am picking If tomorrow in the morning a dead man you will find Pick up a shovel and start digging A hole deep enough for me And all my trouble in mind If my troubles would only fly away like my money I would be so happy I would be so satisfied If only I had me a penny for every time I hang my head I would be a rich man At the end of this night If these will be the last words I am singing If tonight I cut all ropes that bind You’ve got to promise me that to my love you won’t be clinging Dig a whole deep enough for me And all my trouble in mind Trouble in mind Trouble in mind Life done me hurt Shovel some dirt On my trouble in mind This is going to be the last song and I’m leaving This is going to be the last song and I’m gone Goodbye
12.
EGGS IN A BOX Have you heard about the latest craze? A promised way to get out of this maze Broken in two for the grand scheme Broken into the stuff that makes a pipe dream Eggs in a box Eggs in a box Excreted and defaced You’re eggs in a box Eggs in a box to make an omelette of uniform taste Every day you go the extra mile Never leaving your place in rank and file The blind leading the blind Into the neon haze to the matter over mind Eggs in a box Eggs in a box Excreted and defaced You’re eggs in a box Eggs in a box to make an omelette of uniform taste Everybody wants to be like everybody else A dead ringer of the passing bells Everybody buys into the day-to-day decay Not even looking for a needle Deep down a bale of hay
 Hey Ho Where can you go When there is nothing left to buy And there is nothing left to show? When the downward spiral can’t be stopped You’re eggs in a box that got dropped Ho Hey Where can you stay When any semblance of home has withered away? When your whole block has been coffeeshopped You’re eggs in a box that got dropped Same walk Same talk Same throat Same chalk Same scope Same aim Same slope Same same Until you’re nothing but a low-down buying shame 
 Eggs in a box Eggs in a box Excreted and defaced You’re eggs in a box Eggs in a box to make an omelette of uniform taste 
 Every mother’s son Every father’s daughter Start to drink without being lead to the water Everybody buys into the day-to-day decay Not even looking for a needle Deep down a block of clay 
 (Hey) Ho Where can you go? When there is nothing left to buy and that is really all you know When the larger picture has been cropped You’re eggs in a box that got dropped You’re eggs in a box that got dropped
13.
EVERY SAILOR’S DREAM Where are you going to take off Your boots tonight, my love? Where are you going to take off your dress? This port of call Could never be a home to me The wind blows tidings across the sea Ships sail by But the shore remains Still Nevertheless I must confess I am a wanderer back on a trail he can remember A hobo and a pair of southbound rails in December Like a good wind and rum shining amber And a homebound stream You’re every sailor’s dream I wake up down at the bottom of an empty glass And the harbor princess’s mouth tastes like ass My trouble and strife are like this dull knife Unfit to end a seagull’s life I look out on the ocean and the crowns of the waves They look like tombstones on nameless graves Of those who have lost all their loving to the call of the sea Just like you and me I am a wanderer back on a trail he can remember A hobo and a pair of southbound rails in December Like a good wind and rum shining amber And a homebound stream You’re every sailor’s dream Baby, no more will I sail off the shore I know I promised to you A thousand times or more But this time I will swallow the anchor And I am going nowhere If only I knew You were waiting And your pretty yellow ribbon is waving When my ship rolls in I am a wanderer back on a trail he can remember A hobo and a pair of southbound rails When it turns cold in December Like a good wind and rum shining amber And a homebound stream You’re every sailor’s dream

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MOLASKI is Tobo, Uncle Crisis, Journey

'End Times' was recorded, mixed and mastered in 2014 by MOLASKI

Cover Artwork: Mario Rivière
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Photo: Patrick Kruse
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'End Times' LP / CD versions distributed by P. Trash Records
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released March 6, 2015

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