Dust Lyrics

Lyrics for some of the songs on Dust…

Planting Skip James
He couldn’t live on Air Puddings
Not in a serpents nest
It was the Age of Preparation
As they laid him down to rest

Well, he got cancer where you don’t’ talk about
And they had to cut it off He blamed a girl in Tunica
For a hoodoo she put on him when he ran off

It was 1969
And the football players waved at the man who played the blues
And they got it done before lunch
Twenty after eleven
Don’t take long to plant you

Well, they sent him home to die
And he said, if it would please the lord, he would stop playing blues
But it was scorpions eating him alive, from the inside
He could see them in his stool

It was 1969
Ands seven cars followed the hearse of the man who played the blues
They got him in the ground in the morning
Twenty after eleven
Before lunch.

 

Hotel of Lost Causes
Welcome to the Hotel
The hotel of faded dreams.
The hotel of lost promises.
The hotel of broken causes.
You’re gonna fit in here real good, I can tell.

Well that noise, that’s the public bar
They’re having a real good time there tonight
They got whiskey, they got wine
They got singin’ and dancin’ all night long
Can you hear that woman scream?
I think she’s having a good time.
The men are havin’ a good time, that’s for sure.
Sorry, you can’t go in. It’s a private function.

So, welcome to the Hotel
The hotel of little white lies.
The hotel of grinnin’ in your face.
The hotel of false causes.
You’re gonna fit in here real good, I can tell.

Well, here’s your room,
It’s got a nice little bed that goes up and down.
You got a nice little ensuite too.
And the nurse will bring you your drugs every hour.
There’s no bars on the window because we reckon you couldn’t get far, even if you tried.

Welcome to the Hotel
The hotel of the little tea trolley.
The hotel of people stickin’ their noses into your business
The hotel of false smiles.
You’re gonna fit in here real good, I can tell.

Well, I hope you can get some sleep tonight
with all that noise comin’ up from the public bar.
They sure are having a good time tonight.
See that’s all your friends in there.
I’m sorry you can’t go in, like I said, It’s a private function

Welcome to the Hotel
The hotel of broken promises.
The hotel of faded dreams.
The hotel of lost causes.
You’re gonna fit in here real good, I can tell.