TRASHTOWN

by Dirty Trainload

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Stories of a town built on top of a dump: some people run it, some people run from it.

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released March 30, 2011

Words and music written by Bob Cillo and Livia Monteleone except where otherwise stated.

Bob Cillo: Guitars, Analog Rhythm Boxes and Bass Loops, Foot Tambourine

Noisance aka Livia Monteleone: Voice, Drums Parts and Percussions, Banjo, Baritone Guitar, Penny Whistle

Marco Del Noce: Blues Harp, Jaws Harp, Washboard

No computer was used for composing, arranging, performing, recording and mixing this album.

Recorded in March 2010 by Fabio Magistrali in his home.

Produced by Fabio Magistrali and Bob Cillo

Mastered by Maurizio Giannotti at New Mastering Studio, Milano

Artwork: Benjamin Guedel

Cover Design: Bob Cillo

THANKS!

- Martino Palmisano, Marco Del Noce, Joe Leali and Alexander De Large for continued support, collaboration and participation.

- Everyone who promotes and attends our shows. Keep live music rockin’!

- Francesco Balsamo for the loan of his gorgeous 28” vintage bass drum and Adele Di Nunzio for the loan of her bass.

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Dirty Trainload Bari, Italy

Hello, I'm Bob Cillo, I run this music project named Dirty Trainload.
We play the blues the way we want and feel to: it’s all about Blues and Anarchy. The current line-up features myself and the drummer Go Balzano.
Dirty Trainload hate to getting called an "emerging band": we are a definitely submerged band.
We are in it only to deliver an unsolicited trainload of dissident blues!
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Track Name: Trashtown
Welcome to trashtown
This is my trashtown
I found my home here
But lost my head

People on car seats
Drinking their whiskey
The dogs are barking
They bark at me

I told my mama
I’ll never marry
I only wanted
Play hide and seek

Wait a bit longer
A little longer
The phone will ring
daddy will come

Days are numbered
Days are numbered
And everybody
Is counting down

The smell of tires
The piles of garbage
It’s such a wasteland
It really stinks

Kids in the street
Throw stones and cuss
words
When a bit older
They’ll steal your things

Everything rusty
Everything crumbled
Welcome to Trashtown
Welcome to Trashtown

What to do?
I don’t know…
What to do?
I don’t know..
Track Name: Hard Working Time
Load the van
Drive to town
Swing the hammer
Til sundown

Rain or shine
Climb on roofs
Up and down
‘til we’re through

Wipe the counters
Mop the floor
Scrub away stains
On all fours

Shovel horse shit
Move the hay
Fix the barn door
Break my back all day

Hard workin’ time….

Mix the putty
Patch the holes
Paint the primer
2 more coats

Wait the tables
load the tray
today’s special’s
on its way
may I help you?
may I help you?

Work your ass off
For a dime
Take a break
Then back in line for more….
Track Name: Gotta Go
I don’t mind not to find all the answers for all questions
I don’t care for the rules all the fools are living by
Roll of dice, don’t think twice, hit the road and swallow miles
You keep yours and I keep mine, leave whatever mess behind

Keep your jobs, keep your crooks, keep your goddamn bag of tricks
Forget bills, daily drills, and forget about you too
I Gotta go, I’m bustin’ out, get my rest, catch my breath
Wanna lay down by the river and forget is Monday, Tuesday…

I don’t mind if I’m blind to the meaning of it all
I don’t care, won’t be there, not a soul can tie me down
Let me go, let me be, and I’ll finally be free
Of your games, of your stress, of your bullshit and your mess

I don’t need your damn speed and I don’t need all this stuff
Take the house, take the car, I will travel light and far
I don’t care for this ride, get off this merry-go-round
Gonna lay down by the river and forget is Monday, Tuesday…
I Gotta go
Track Name: Had it Coming
For every million people,
Who would deserve a lashing
There’s always that one guy
Who comes crackin’ the whip

People crave for discipline
They all need shapin’ up
They deserve a lesson and

had it coming
had it coming
had it coming

People crave for discipline
Or they feel confused
They do deserve a lesson and

had it coming
had it coming
had it coming

……hm hm hmm..

and because of you
I will lose my freedom
Just because of you

I will lose my freedom

In every big city,
In need of a leader
There’s always that one guy
Who’s ready to rule

People crave for order
There is fear in the streets
They’re asking martial law and they

Have it coming
Have it coming
Have it coming

People crave for a strong guide
Or they feel forsaken
They deserve a short leash and they

had it coming
had it coming
had it coming

……hm hmh mm

and because of you
I will lose my freedom
Just because of you

I will lose my freedom
Track Name: Stranger's Blues
I'm a stranger here
And I just moved into your town
I'm a stranger here
And I just moved into your town

Because I'm a stranger
Everybody's doggin' me around
Doggin' me around

Sometimes I wonder why they treat a stranger so
Yes sir, sometimes I wonder why they treat a stranger so
They all should remember that they're
They're gonna reap just what they sow
Just what they sow

Sometimes I wonder do my baby know I'm here
Sometimes I wonder do my baby know I'm here
You know that she do
My baby don't really care

Well, I'm goin' down south if I wear out 99 pair of shoes
Well, I'm goin' down south if I wear out 99 pair of shoes
You know I will be welcome, I won't have these stranger blues
These stranger blues

Well, the train stopped here cause the tracks are out of line
Well, the train stopped here cause the tracks are out of line
I'm gonna pack my bags
I'm gonna move on down that line
Track Name: Lullaby
Mama holds the baby
Mama sings a lullaby
Butterflies and green fields
Fairy tales, mountains and skies

Mama wants you well
Devil’s got your hell
Hang on little darling
And get out of this place

Lucky counts his blessings
Happy laughs away
Angry screamed for nothing
Crazy lost count of days

The fool picked up the pieces
The fool walked out of town
He went to hide his treasure
Which will never be found
Track Name: The Mayor's Son
The mayor’s son drives a Panzer tank
With a cannon on the top
And a trigger by the steering wheel
The mayor’s son drives a Panzer tank

And he can drive it whenever he pleases
And he can park it all over the place
If a policeman goes to fine him (and if a cop walks up to fine him)
He says: “You’re fired!” – then pulls the trigger and

Fire! Fire! Fire!
Fire! Fire! Fire!

The mayor’s son drives a Panzer tank
Concrete crumbles under the wheels
No need for licence plate
A Panzer tank’s got the right of way

There’s no speed limit for the mayor’s son
He can run over whatever he wants
If anybody stands on his way
Son of a bitch just pulls the trigger and

Fire! Fire! Fire!
Fire! Fire! Fire!

The mayor’s son drives a Panzer tank
Sidewalks are his favourite lanes
Crossroads are his battleground
No stop sign and no traffic light

He can decide what’s red and what’s green
His daddy covers up every wrong turn
People look down, just pretend not to see
Could pull the trigger and set the whole town on...

Fire! Fire! Fire!
Fire! Fire! Fire!
Track Name: 44
I wore my .44 so long, I've made my shoulder sore.
I wore my .44 so long, I done made my shoulder sore.
Well, I'm wondrin everybody, where'd my baby go.

Well, I'm so mad this mornin, I don't know where in the world to go.
Well, I'm so mad this mornin, I don't know where in the world to go.
Well, I'm lookin for me some money, pawned gun to have some gold.
Track Name: Mad Ride
It’s the road
after the first rain
Oily surface
Can slide down

It’s like tree roots
Breaking asphalt
Go too fast
Stumble down

Like a curve
That is not holding
There’s not traction
Tires are bald

It’s a hell of
frozen brakes
choking engine
smoking mess

Mad mad ride
Dangerous
Mad mad ride…
It’s like spinning
in the gravel
It’s like rushing
down the hill

it’s like wheelin’
on the freeway
with the clutch
that’s giving in

Mad mad ride…

Swerve and break
Speed at the curve…

It’s a hell of
screachin’ tires
choking engine
smoking mess

Pedal to the metal
Keep riding on

Swerve and break
Speed at the curve…
Track Name: What
What is law
In the heart of war

What is rage
In an ocean of fear

What is crazy
where no one is sane

what is sorry
where there is no shame

what’s the price
when you lose and there’s no game

what’s the question
when there’s no more answers

what’s the trick
when you’re fooled and there’s no magic

what’s the last veil
right before you’re naked

what is promise
from the mouth of lies

what is change
where there is no will

what is rhythm
where there’s only speed

what is hunger
in the land of waste
Track Name: This Jail
The secret got naked
The flamed burned the shell
3 words said it all
my eyes saw it well

I’ve chosen my home
I fit in this shell
I call it my heaven
I make it my hell …my hell

I’ve got no key
Not even a door
I’ve lost my tomorrow
Right inside this jail

I gambled my life
I stumbled and fell
Now face to the wall
I rest in this jail…this jail

I hunted and chased
Was wild and free
I ran and I ran
And now I am still

Some thoughts are bending
Inside my head
Pictures I carve
On the wall of this shell