American Trailer Home Blues

  1. Americana Swang
  2. I Do Not Love You
  3. Colorado
  4. Burning Around the Sun
  5. Alabama
  6. Cover Me
  7. Mountain
  8. Right Down*
  9. Sand*
  10. Fly*

* Live tracks

Cover design by Matthew Ryf.

A year and a shuffle of the deck later, Moses Guest found themselves with practically a new lineup. Their second studio release, and first under Aufheben Records, is entitled “American Trailer Home Blues.” A recipe of sounds and imagery captures the essence of the southern-alternative groove. From its funk oriented melodies of Americana Swang to the psychedelic riffs on the live version of FLY, “Trailer Home” redefines the stereotypical “southern sound” and unleashes a raw energy that is seldom heard in today’s music.

Lyrics

I Do Not Love You

One time, there was a little rhyme
Called the two of us, and we were cool
We loved to hit the town
And hang around in school
What then happened?
Well, I really do not know
She was over there with a changed-up hair
And I was walking alone back home

Because she said, “I do not love you”
And I said, “Don’t let that be true”
And she said, “I do not love you”
And I said, “Well then, what can I do?”

She was right and I was wrong
So I had to take up a tune
I sit around with my head on the ground
As she waves from her balloon
So I must take a drink
I must take a drink
I must take a drink all night
Come dawn, I’ll be so long gone
You will lose your appetite

Because she said, “I do not love you”
And I said, “Don’t let that be true”
And she said, “I do not love you”
And I said, “Well then, what can I do?”

I have loved and lost it all
From the drunken fist of god
That I beckoned down, down
Down, down upon my heart

Colorado

Take a train, loco ride
Through the rain down, up and down
For the mountain; it’s a higher place to fly
Well who am I?

You hit the disco; dance ‘til two
Take the el camino and a couple of friends with you
You hit the city, and you’re floating beneath the lights
You get the low-down, just for coming here

The big ol’ man with the band giving money out
The cellophane, take a train ride runaround
You disappear for a year like a little mouse
Life is good

Life is good in a box out in Colorado…

You lie down, like everybody
You lie ‘round, like everyone
You saw what you are – you’re everybody
You saw what you are…
‘Cause you live with the steepness of gardens across your shoulders
You saw what you are

You hit the Kingpin half past three
Stars crash gently on your sleeve
It’s time to take jesus on a way one-way ride
Heaven help him, just for coming here

The big ol’ man with the band giving money out
The cellophane, take a train ride runaround
You disappear for a year like a little mouse
Life is good

Life is good in a box out in Colorado…
Take a train

Burning Around the Sun

How can the words out my mouth
Let you know what I mean
When everything I start to say
Stumbles into a dream
Everyone I’ve come to know
Is like a rabbit on the run
Never know who might stop by
Burnin’ around the sun

You go out running around because
You wake up lying down
You leave out from the house
To see what you are
To see what you’re trying to do

Do what you try to get through
But what’s the point of it
Might as well slow down
Because the bad day’s coming on its own
It’s going to find you all alone
And you’ll be one tight brother on the fly

Alabama

They say shit about you in Alabama
Someone like to get crushed by stones
Have mercy, momma
I’m just here for burnin’ out in the night
To celebrate my Saturday on Sunday
For the rest of my life

How radical
I’m going to die
You got your money
And you stick your hands in the only child

Rose Alabama – she’s water-tight
To New York City
For burnin’ out in the night
To celebrate her Saturday on Sunday
For the rest of her life

How radical
She’s going to die
She got that money
And she sticks her hands in the only child who…

Who’s ever getting up again…

Cover Me

It’s another jerk-off situation.
You’re my brother-why don’t you pass to me?
Leave the light on; maybe you’ll find the shadows out.
See them sending out from under your feet…
to Cover Me

It’s another jerk off fascination.
There goes my brother again, falling out my dreams.
Lie a smile on; all of the tongues are laid in stone, but
Inside a rattle: you’re breaking the seams to… Cover Me

Only love, whatever the combination, can
Shake the mighty to breaking at their bones,
So you come out fighting to make it to what you came for, but all that’s inviting has turned around and gone… to Cover Me

It’s another jerk-off situation.
There goes my brother again, falling out of my dreams.
Lie a smile on; all of the tongues are laid in stone, but inside a rattle: you’re breaking the seams… to Cover Me.

Mountain

I see that it’s over now; everything is over.
Maybe some other time; there might be another.
So I’m walking this night alone, looking for a lover and a god,
But it’s just another scenario, running for the cover, like a dog.

Well if only I had known that on the way home I’d get a message from a wheel,
I could have been sweeter when all I could think of was a label.
So I called you up on the phone; I called you every single day that I was gone.
And you called me when I got home; call me anytime on the phone.

‘Cause I run for the mountain – great divide.
Mountain – yeah.

I see that it’s over now; everything is over.
Maybe some other time; there might be another.
So I’m walking this night alone, looking for a lover and a god,
But it’s just another scenario, running for the cover, like a dog.

‘Cause I run for the mountain – great divide.
Mountain – yeah.

Right Down

I was raised down in the southland
Right down there upon the ground
Yes the sun he was big man
Shining down on my house

So I climbed up to the northland
To see if what I said was true
And I played in that there big band
But I could not get it out to you

I have never seen such a big house
But I always dreamed that I’d find it
Woke this morning, baby, and I broke out
I look around and I see that
It’s right down on the ground

So I crawled back to the homeland
With my head upon my shoe
But the sun is shining down on this man
Got to tell him what he got to do
Get the big shoes down

I have never seen such a big house
But I always dreamed that I’d find it
Woke this morning, baby, and I broke out
I look around and I see that
It’s right down on the ground

Sand

The style is hot
The eyes are faded
And she is waiting
There for you to come along

My heart is jaded
But my love is strong
To be related
Neverendingly tonight

Get a solution for your epitaph
Wide constitution is wandered here
Gave me a locket with a photograph
Sand in my pocket

Sitting in the tree
Watching for your happiness
I put my hand inside your dress
And wander off alone
Falling down the stairs
Dreaming of my brother’s home
Lying to my mother
As I look up from the ground

The train is come
The stage is shaking
Your lips are breaking
For the words to run along

The wheel is running
Right through the stone
And in this going
You and I will be alone

Get a solution for your epitaph
Wide constitution is wandered here
Gave me a locket with a photograph
Sand in my pocket

Fly

Sofa man settles on for the one
Taking land, stealing out for the sun
Free day for jacking off to nightfall
She beats the weed to bone again
And this notion fell from another man
Who thought he was the only one

Why don’t you give me seaside water
Sharing your cup with me even in light
Of my lobotomy, when I was chicken-tied
You were the Maker’s Mark in my design

‘Cause I’m burning in scotch again
I run down the waterhole
Waking up paper-thin
I walk on my knees to fly

Shaking the tree of light
I fall from the branches like
A mouthful of broken words
But that was tomorrow’s plan
A fistful of dust to jam
Out on the mountain for tonight

Why don’t you give me seaside water
Sharing your cup with me even in light
Of my lobotomy, when I was chicken-tied
You were the Maker’s Mark in my design

‘Cause I’m burning in scotch again
I run down the waterhole
Waking up paper-thin
I walk on my knees to fly