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The Tellers

by That Hillbilly Palace

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1.
The Canuck 03:34
The Canuck The Canuck is on his way to the city He will never find his way Through the many wanderers asking for his money Already torn enough to even say Mama I don’t reach the spark These rambling thoughts are all I got But I have sworn I will keep my word Like a middle east priest gone berserk I’m sure enough of what I say And if the city lies ahead in front of me Well wouldn’t it be too easy To just head back to my beautiful Columbia Skipping through the holy Czech Bohemia Mama I know it’s been said a thousand times already But home I’ll never be And as St. Pauli cries the midnights Filling in the empty on the shoreline As St. Pauli cries the midnights The Canuck enters the city in the moonlight
2.
The Tellers 04:18
The Tellers I was told to go out and see the day I was told to go out I was told to run, and I did run I was told to go out In the wilderness Well the wilderness is gone Well the wilderness is gone I was told to dig a little deeper That maybe I can even solve the mystery I was told to dig a little deeper That maybe I can even solve the mystery But the way it’s going I don’t even see what I can do Oh the way it’s going I don't even see what I can do But the way it’s going I don’t even see what I can do I was told to give and give And don’t you see boy it can do no harm All the tellers, oh the tellers they were telling me What I should and what I should not do But the way it’s going I don’t see the end Or I don’t feel it close at all And I don’t understand what I should do I was climbing on these paradoxes They were tickling my head from inside In places where middle fails be found You can either be a low or high
3.
Acknowledgement to a Photographer Right at the turning of these streets By the crossroad leading down to Limhamn I’ll see what’s left and I might come I’ll see what’s left and I might come The silhouettes I get to make up in the fog Are vague and rough and blurry and, are moving fast I couldn’t see in the mayhem I turned to left when you turned right So leave your fingerprints where you pass I’ll track one by one all your photographs From the North Sea where I’m finally at I’ll track one by one all your photographs My maple leaf on the balance is drying out So flag your 3 crowns high, my friend, above the ground So I can find you if I must I’ll see what’s left and I might come So leave your fingerprints where you pass I’ll track one by one all your photographs From the North Sea where I’m finally at I’ll track one by one all your photographs My maple leaf on the balance is drying out So flag your 3 crowns high, my friend, above the ground
4.
Up in the mountain My brother, you’ve foreseen it too I’m hoping to reach you in time And meanwhile I’m waiting, now what’s on the table my brother? And meanwhile I’m waiting, now what’s on the table my brother? One day too long One day too long If the cards are a-tested, now what’s on the table my brother? If the cards are a-tested, now what’s on the table my brother? If the cards are a-tested, now what’s on the table my brother? Downtown, the day carries on its course I’m was lying still under the trees Downtown, the days are longer each day I’m still lying down under the trees Come to think about it, it was probably the cusp On the first day of spring, when the buds come out in the trees Come to think about it, it was probably the cusp On the first day of spring, when the buds come out in the trees
5.
Février 02:34
Février Et si jamais Le soleil Ne se lève plus A qui ferais-je ma loi? Si février Te glace le sang Ne pleure pas C’est février; c’est normal Malheureusement en février, au Mont-Royal La neige qui fond en brume sur Montréal Me fait pleurer de honte et sourire de bonheur Le printemps est précoce une fois de plus

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released April 15, 2013

Charles Cockburn | Guitars, vocals, harmonica, pedal organ
Johan Larsson | Guitars, vocals
Emma Swensson | Violin, oboe, vocals

This record would not have been made without the involvement of:

Wilhelm Strandberg on the drums, Ola Wirling on the bass, recording and studio work as well as Olof Göthlin on the recording. Artwork by Sebastian Malte Carlsson

Composition and production by That Hillbilly Palace
Lyrics by Charles Cockburn
Recording and mixing by Ola Wirling and Olof Göthlin (Track #1)


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That Hillbilly Palace London, UK

Led by Canadian songwriter and guitarist Charles Cockburn from Montréal, That Hillbilly Palace brings together musicians from different background, from Indie Rock to Blues and Roots Rock to give a balanced mixture of Indie Folk.

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