Rumblecat

Rumblecat awarded Best in State: VT @ New England Music Awards!

You can buy Rumblecat's debut album, 'Til the Neighbors Shout, in download or CD form on CDBaby: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/rumblecat2.

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Lyrics

I Started a Fire
Lyrics by Kyle Rosenblad

Some might call me a cowboy; I don’t know; that was my daddy’s job
We ain’t had no stock round here since the spring of ’61
When the boss took over, he said boy, that cattle game’s forgotten
He’s got his fingers in a lot of pies, and every one smells rotten
So I followed my nose down Main one night to the office on the end
I knocked on the door with no reply, and you know what I did, my friend?

I started a fire!
Ain’t nobody gonna save this place tonight
I’d do it again!
Lock me up and let it ride the wind

Boss man got a grant from the governor to set his empire right
Saw him driving down Main with a fleet of Cadillacs whiter than ol’ Snow White
So I rode to the capital in dark of night and busted through the door
There were letters and bribes from every boss and crony since the war
So I hollered out, “Is there anybody here to answer for this mess?”
When I heard nobody answer, oh my friend, I must confess…

I started a fire!
Ain’t nobody gonna save this place tonight
I’d do it again!
Lock me up and let it ride the wind

In the morning there’ll be ashes where the statues used to stand
A rusted plaque for Ozzy Man Diaz in the sand
But the hands still mock and hearts still feed; the two-way drawer still slides
Least I did my part for all them folks who been denied

I started a fire!
Ain’t nobody gonna save this place tonight
I’d do it again!
Lock me up and let it ride the wind

 

Thunderstone
Lyrics by Kyle Rosenblad

When I was a little boy runnin’ wild
I heard a song on the radio ‘bout a voodoo child
I sang it all night long ‘til the neighbors shout
And I asked my daddy what’s voodoo about
He said curses, snakes, zombies, and evil spells
That voodoo child, he’s headed to hell
If you know what’s good, boy, you stay away
From that black Nawlins magic, and never stray

All threads come together
Light bring me home

Boxed up voodoo dolls sittin’ on the shelf next to Spiderman and GI Joe
Hollywood zombies scarin’ kids at the prom while a sorceress watches the show
But there’s a Louisiana woman who talks to the spirits and blind man in Yorubaland
And a stone from the sky made of thunder and lighting and a hunter with an empty hand

One night on the Pontchartrain in a heavy rain
I met a voodoo woman with a crooked cane
I was beat up and bloody ‘cause I owed some money
She gave me roots to chew with a little honey
Said Shango’s angry; you musta done him wrong
When the thunder comes, you better run along
There’s stones to find where the lightning strikes
If you want to live happy, boy, do what Shango likes

All threads come together
Light bring me home

Boxed up voodoo dolls sittin’ on the shelf next to Spiderman and GI Joe
Hollywood zombies scarin’ kids at the prom while a sorceress watches the show
But there’s a Louisiana woman who talks to the spirits and blind man in Yorubaland
And a stone from the sky made of thunder and lighting and a hunter with an empty hand

In the land of Shango, I met a man
He was blind and weary, and he couldn’t stand
I said I’m lookin’ for a priest sir; I gotta clear my head
He chuckled softly, and this is what he said

There ain’t no
Time I’m goin’ in the loom; now listen right here: don’t mind that tunnel in the ground
If you hunt that stone, you won’t be alone, but the word is a cloak; you hear no sound
I’ve seen what the followers seek and try to imagine when the prophets speak
Respect the living, respect the dead; use your heart and use your head

Boxed up voodoo dolls sittin’ on the shelf next to Spiderman and GI Joe
Hollywood zombies scarin’ kids at the prom while a sorceress watches the show
But there’s a Louisiana woman who talks to the spirits and blind man in Yorubaland
And a stone from the sky made of thunder and lighting and a hunter with an empty hand

All threads come together
Light bring me home

 

Wishing Well
Lyrics by Kyle Rosenblad and Collin Cope

 When I heard your voice for the first time, I didn’t know you were singin’ our story
I should’ve known, but I’d never lived that song
Crickets chirpin’ in time when we shared that evenin’ glory
And I sure am lonesome now you’re gone

 Those dragon clouds up in the sky don’t give a damn, don’t wonder why
We sang the same words in the same key, but yours was a different melody
I don’t know where this train goes, but it’s the one I wish you chose
If my wish came true, I’d be with you, but in this world there ain’t…

No wishing well… But I wish you well
No wishing well… But I wish you well
No wishing well… But I wish you well
No wishing well… But I wish you well

 I shoulda let you see who I really am from the start
Mighta left right then or you might still be with me
But your past came callin’ and you answered from your heart
Or whatever it came from; I couldn’t see

 Those dragon clouds up in the sky don’t give a damn, don’t wonder why
We sang the same words in the same key, but yours was a different melody
I don’t know where this train goes, but it’s the one I wish you chose
If my wish came true, I’d be with you, but in this world there ain’t…

 No wishing well… But I wish you well
No wishing well… But I wish you well
No wishing well… But I wish you well
No wishing well… But I wish you well

 ‘Cause I don’t need no wishin’ well, I been through heaven, been through hell
When I can’t change the world, it changes me
So I’ll take my turns and might get burned, but at least you taught me how to learn
And I’ll keep on in this world where there ain’t...

 No wishing well… But I wish you well
No wishing well… But I wish you well
No wishing well… But I wish you well
No wishing well… But I wish you well

Stop that Train
Lyrics by Kyle Rosenblad

 On a beach, Alamander diggin’ down in the sand, lookin’ for a letter from the Rio Grande
Mayor of the coconuts, exiled king, framed by the trapezoid of poison sting
Black cloud twinkle in the southern sky, palm tree rattle with the cockatoo’s cry
“Unite, you nightshades!” the march begins, coconut milk dissolves all sins

 Gathered at the station for the final call, baobab trees all ready to fal
Conductor monkey raises up his gourd and says… All aboard!

 Stop that train, I did it again, shot an innocent potato fulla Chinese gin
Aw naw, they cut ‘im loose, whittlin’ a daisy on the sheriff’s caboose
I don’t know why Appalachia won’t fry, but I see my lucky number in the beet red sky
Tater walks, Tater talks, the roots rise up through the emperor’s socks

 From angle to angle the trapezoid turns, lighting her nightmare to see if it burns
Tater seeds rainin’ past the mouth of the cave, pilin’ high and parading in waves
She calls to the north a frosty song, a verse returns with winter’s gong
The sun turns white and the seeds all shiver, the polar bear’s promise now delivers

 Snowflakes hiss on the long black train, a muffled voice cries out in pain
Reindeer snorts into his horn and says… All aboard!

 Stop that train, I did it again, shot an innocent potato fulla Chinese gin
Aw naw, they cut ‘im loose, whittlin’ a daisy on the sheriff’s caboose
I don’t know why Appalachia won’t fry, but I see my lucky number in the beet red sky
Tater walks, Tater talks, the roots rise up through the emperor’s socks

 In the mist a form approaches, a giant on the breeze
The great black sphinx folds back her wings and lands on Mount Disease
She flaps just once and everything’s gone, the old wheel creaks around
A small green leaf pokes out its head from the gray and rocky ground…

 Stop that train, I did it again, shot an innocent potato fulla Chinese gin
Aw naw, they cut ‘im loose, whittlin’ a daisy on the sheriff’s caboose
I don’t know why Appalachia won’t fry, but I see my lucky number in the beet red sky
Tater walks, Tater talks, the roots rise up through the emperor’s --

Lovely Daze
Lyrics by Lucas Fox, Kyle Rosenblad, and Collin Cope

If I see you across the parking lot, know that I want to say hello
When you hear I'm mixing with other crowds, know that it’s not because I don't think about you
It’s just that I won't let the wind knock me down twice

No friend of mine will get by without trying
The water flows a long way up the pine
No friend of mine will look at me lying
Go ahead, walk on, you're no friend of mine

Too many good years only spent waiting… for that call from you
I loaded my car for our move out to Austin… walked up to your door… to find
That you and you alone had packed up and drove down the coast

No friend of mine will get by without trying
The water flows a long way up the pine
No friend of mine will look at me lying
Go ahead, walk on, you're no friend of mine

The friends that you met from the pills and the bottle said, man, they're gonna love you
Down where it’s wild, with your songs and your style, the women you couldn't believe
So you packed and you went, haven't thought of me since, not in your lovely daze

No friend of mine will get by without trying
The water flows a long way up the pine
No friend of mine will look at me lying
Go ahead, walk on, you're no friend of mine

Friend, I've come back here with so many stories, would be great to see you again
It’s true in the past you didn't see my best moments, but we can move on and pretend
I know you're a good guy and have always been forgiving, I like to think I have too
Just drove up the coastline with all my belongings, mind if I crash with you

No friend of mine will get by without trying
The water flows a long way up the pine
No friend of mine will look at me lying
Go ahead, walk on, you're no friend of mine

 

Fishin’
Lyrics by Kyle Rosenblad

My great granddaddy grew up on the Mississippi River 25 years before the Civil War
When his pappy got drunk he’d slap him around, and he got drunk every time he’d find a dime
Civilized folks tried to teach him the rules and show him the way to heaven
But he didn’t care much for civilization; oh no, he’d rather go fishin’

So he set out on the river wild, never again would he be a child
He saw things no civilized man could see
The view from the river nearly set him free; he chose hell over society
Went fishin’ out west ‘til the day he died and left these words behind

Keep your line up high, reel it in slow, follow them birds wherever they go
If your catch ain’t a keeper, then set it free, let it grow, let it put more fish in the sea
We’ve been fishin’ since the first sunlight and we’ll keep on fishin’ ‘til the fish don’t bite
They run up every spring and down every fall and they’ll keep on runnin’ ‘cause we’ll never catch them all

Daddy fished the waters off the coast of Cuba, haulin’ in granders, too many count
Nobody knew better how to catch the big ones, Daddy was the master, so I believed
But he caught bad luck for eighty-four days, on the eighty-fifth day, he went out in the Gulf Stream
Hooked a marlin so big that he couldn’t bring it in, fish started pullin’, out to sea

He held on tight with bleedin’ hands and watched the birds fly into land
Fought his brother like a lion on the beach
From his broken boat he saw the whole sea, every life, every death, everything that’s free
Saw it in the present, past was there, Granddaddy’s words returned

Keep your line up high, reel it in slow, follow them birds wherever they go
If your catch ain’t a keeper, then set it free, let it grow, let it put more fish in the sea
We’ve been fishin’ since the first sunlight and we’ll keep on fishin’ ‘til the fish don’t bite
They run up every spring and down every fall and they’ll keep on runnin’ ‘cause we’ll never catch them all

I was born at the river mouth where the big fish run and the water flows south
Learned how to fish from Ma and Pa, took me out on the shore when I learned to crawl
Met my friends and my wife on the water, now I’m teaching what I know to our little daughter
Seen a lot of things in my time on this Earth, heard memories from folks who don’t know their worth

Now every generation’s seen a little change, the fish get smaller and something’s strange
But strange to your parents ain’t strange to you, the old story dissolves in a swirl of blue
When I’m out on the river, I can see to the ocean, Great Granddady’s banks to my daddy’s devotion
The story ain’t over ‘til the last grain of sand, I’ll teach my daughter how it all began

Keep your line up high, reel it in slow, follow them birds wherever they go
If your catch ain’t a keeper, then set it free, let it grow, let it put more fish in the sea
We’ve been fishin’ since the first sunlight and we’ll keep on fishin’ ‘til the fish don’t bite
They run up every spring and down every fall and they’ll keep on runnin’ ‘cause we’ll never catch them all

Lonesome Soul
Lyrics by Kyle Rosenblad

Fifteen years and a river of fears since I rode that train from Richmond
Hear that whistle blow and I think about you
Worked my hands ‘til they’re hard as the land and my face has born the seasons
Every river here is clear and blue

Oh my my
I am a lonesome soul
Chasin’ your shadow wherever I go
Now I know what I wish I knew
I am half a pair without you

Kept that old guitar from the night on the hill when we sang Ophelia
The night they found us out for who we are
Reverend said we were playing with Satan’s fire, so I ran for shelter
Hell, now I’m cold without you near

Oh my my
I am a lonesome soul
Chasin’ your shadow wherever I go
Now I know what I wish I knew
I am half a pair without you

Spend my days in the crumbling maze of the big rock candy mountain
Someone should’ve known it melts in the rain
Now I haul timber ‘til the sun goes down, then I drink ‘til the shouts are music
No one here knows the songs we sang

Oh my my
I am a lonesome soul
Chasin’ your shadow wherever I go
Now I know what I wish I knew
I am half a pair without you

Share the Day
Lyrics by Kyle Rosenblad

 Went downtown yesterday mornin’ with a shadow on my face
Dirty hair, shoulders bare, felt like a disgrace
My love was gone for good, I wanted to forget
Barkeep grinned, said come on in, and pushed in a cassette

 There was just one man up at the bar, his drink was almost dry
Pulled up at his side, said, barkeep, bring us two more rye
Scratched his grayin’ head, said thanks son, boy you look like hell
My mama told me something that I think will serve you well

 I was made from pieces yesterday surrendered
Tomorrow when I die, they’ll wash away
So today there’s just one thing I must remember
You and I are here to share the day

 Knocked ‘em back ‘til sundown with my drinkin’ buddy Ray
Family gone, couldn’t find a job, but glad for every day
Thought about his stories, thought about my own
Paid my tab, shook his hand, and rode the subway home

 Woke up late this morning, put on the TV news
A bouncer beat up an old black man, said he couldn’t hold his booze
Knocked out on the sidewalk, wasn’t long until he died
Newsman read his name, I saw his picture and I cried

 I was made from pieces yesterday surrendered
Tomorrow when I die, they’ll wash away
So today there’s just one thing I must remember
You and I are here to share the day