The Changing Times Are Asking for a Soundtrack (hobo-blues/anarchy-punk)

Happy Wednesday!

 

“Wisdom comes by disillusionment.”

George Santayana

 

All this saber rattlin’ and climate changin’ crap in the news lately makes me feel like we’re in this weird story where tensions are rising at home with fighting in the streets of Berkeley and abroad with North Korea. The entire time my heart is fucking breaking. 

I want to believe in the American peoples’ ability to make well informed decisions and to have important conversations which frequently include conflicting opinions without resorting to name calling and violence.  My country is breaking my heart, but it’s okay, because it’s my fault for giving my heart to my home.  broken heart quote

This is where punk rock comes in and makes everything okay, even if for a few minutes at a time.     

Lately I’ve been working my way through Pat the Rabbit Schneeweis’s musical career after finding Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains while looking for punk songs featuring harmonica.

So far I’ve listened to the hobo-blues/anarchy-punk album “Love Songs for the Apocalypse” by Johnny Hobo and the Freight trains and “Burn the Earth! Leave it Behind!” by his next band Wingnut Dishwashers Union.  

Johnny Hobo is more punk/ska with harmonica and horns and a rough-around-the-edges voice that is so dirty and beautiful.  Wingnut is more rock and punk with more electric guitar and an accordion I cannot get enough of.  

I plan to move through the rest of his career.  I will likely post more about some of his other work. I’m currently listening to Ramshackle Glory – Die the Nightmare.

Anyway, I’m trying out a new format for music.  I’m making a public playlist on the offbeat onpoint youtube channel.  I may try and make a SoundCloud playlist too, time and availability permitting, but that will be for future posts.

Here’s a link to “The Changing Times Are Asking for a Soundtrack” Playlist.  

And as usual, some of my favourite lyrics from each song.

Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains present:

Love Songs for the Apocalypse

 

New Mexico Song

And in my dreams, I am dirty broke, beautiful, and free

My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after hitching too many miles

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We aren’t revolutionaries, but we are the revolution

And sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you

And that maybe we’d all be better off if that were true

Because then at least we’d know where we stand

 

Church Hymn for the Condemned

But I’d take the beauty of chaos over ugly perfectionDevilset

I’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987

Nothing scares me as much as the fact that I don’t give a shit for redemption

But that’s OK cause if that’s where Falwell goes

Then I don’t even want any part of heave

 

Acid Song

Well if I found God anywhere, it would be by the tracks

Face down in a box car, forty in both hands

And when I find God there, we’ll just sit and roll some top

Cause he’ll be just as confused as anyone else on this rock

 

I took two tabs of acid yesterday afternoon

And I woke up this morning with a torn pair of shoes

And found I’d ruined my life and everyone else’s too

I guess this is what my teachers warned me drugs would do

Election Song

I can’t believe that bastard

Won this morning

It’s the kind of night for

FUCKING 40’S!!!

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My face when Trump was declared the next president of the United States.

 

Today’s the dawn of the draft

And tomorrow we’re shipped off to Iraq

Or else we’re cutting off a toe

Praying that we don’t have to go

 

Harmony Parking Lot Song

This one’s for every drug problem that got stopped in its tracks

By a trip to rehab

I’ll miss railing pills with you in the park

This one’s for every friend who decided not to drop out

And stay at their mom’s house

I’ll miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark

 

Here’s to our lives being meaningless

And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn’t have a purpose

 

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Tonight I burn my bookshelf to be free

Because even a rebel tradition is slavery

 

Today a stampede killed Superman

And Apollo and Dionysus both got hanged

Today the revolution laughed and spit in my face

But all-expenses-paid Dada will take its place

 

Wingnut Dishwashers Union Present:

Burn the Earth! Leave it Behind!

 

Proudhon in Manhattan

And tonight, when I dream it will be

That the junkies spent all the drug money onanarchy

Community gardens and collective housing

And the punk kids who moved in the ghetto

Have started meeting their neighbors besides the angry ones

With the yards, that their friends and their dogs have been puking and shitting on

And the anarchists have started

Filling potholes, collecting garbage

To prove we don’t need governments to do these things

 

Fuck Shit Up!

I don’t believe in cops, bosses, or politicians

Some call that anarchism. I call it

Having a fucking heart that beats!

 

I do believe in freedom and never giving up

Call my methods madness or call it a bluff

I do what I got to

To be able to breathe!

And If you quit your job well, you can do a little breathing with me

 

A punk rock song won’t ever change the world

But I can tell you about a couple that changed me

 

Urine Speaks Louder than Words

But will somebody say

Is this resistance or a costume party

Either way I think black with bandanas is a boring theme

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I don’t gotta tell you

Crackers are great with amnesia

When they wanna forget something like

Centuries of racism

 

They say look at the man on center stage

And pay no attention

While millions get locked in a cage

Riots break out in Oakland

 

Jesus Does the Dishes

We’re kids building models of a world that we might wanna live in

And sorting feelings in our stomach–is this liberation or starvation?

But have we made it anywhere at all if the dishes are never done?

If we can’t live without dishwashers, how could we live without cops?

And so you’re asking me, who does the dishes after the revolution?

Well, we do our own dishes now, we’ll do our own dishes then

And it’s always the ones who don’t who ask that fucking question

 

Well I don’t believe in God, but I’m also not an Atheist

You know the universe is chaos, but chaos picks favorites

And lately I’ve been thinking about how I love Jesus

Because Jesus was a dirty homeless hippie peace activist

And he said, “Drop out and find God” to anybody who would listen

While turning water into space bags with lowlifes and anarchists

 

My Idea of Fun

I swear i’ll run away from every home I ever have

So i’ll build a new house in every town i pass

Maybe then I won’t always feel lost and trapped

When I was growing up, i was the smartest Kid i knew

Maybe that was just because I didn’t know that many kids

All I know is now I feel the opposite

Like if you don’t want to work, then that becomes your job

There’s a lot of overtime, there’s not many days off

I hope you know that I’m not trying to complain

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RAB Radio #37: Turn On- Tune In- Drop Out (Source: Ribbon Around a Bomb)

Come back next week! I’ll be interviewing Dr. Frankenstein, a horror punk band!

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The Punk Tin Sandwich (playlist)

Happy Wednesday!

I recently bought a harmonica because I used to play many instruments when I was young, all strings (guitar, violin, cello, piano), however since I grew up into a

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I haven’t named em yet, but I was thinking “Silver” like the Lone Ranger’s horse.

professional hobo I never had room or money to travel/move frequently with a big expensive instrument.  I had considered the harmonica for years but never pulled the trigger on it despite being small and inexpensive until now.

 

 

 

It wasn’t until it arrived in the mail until I realised: I only really listen to one song with harmonica in it.

This might me be my favourite song by my favourite band.  It’s such a hard call, they have so many good songs (which is one reason why I can’t stop writing about them).

Don’t get me wrong, I like Bob Dylan and Blues traveler but they’re not in my usual roster of music and so I had no imagination for what I wanted to really play.  I had faith though because if the The Creepshow can kill it, then there had to be other punk/rockabilly/ska bands to love on the Tin Sandwich.

The first band I found in my search was Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains and what a treat their album “Love Songs for the Apocalypse” turned out to be.  To fully appreciate theses guys, think of them less as punk purists and more like “hobo punk blues”.

New Mexico song opens up with a nice harmonica which plays as a part of the hook.

“We aren’t revolutionaries,
But we are the revolution.
And sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you
And then maybe we’d all be better off, if that were true

Cuz then at least we’d know where we stand
And we could tell our comrades apart from the man
But if the world isn’t that simple
Maybe this town is at least
And if I’m not marching with them for war
I’m sure not marching with you for peace”

“Well if I found god anywhere, it would be by the tracks
Face down in a box car, forty in both hands
And when I find god there, we’ll just sit and roll some top
Cause he’ll be just as confused as anyone else on this rock”

The next one I found was by an more traditional punk band, Pinhead Gunpowder (don’t you just love these names? It’s like a part of the appeal for me), with their song “Kathleen”

The harmonica kicks in around 20s.

The last song today comes from an old-school punk band from Germany called Die Toten Hosen (which hilariously translates to “The Dead Pants”, see aren’t the names fun?) with their song Grossalarm.

The harmonica comes in at the climax around 2m40s.

If you have any more harmonica songs that are not blues (I like the blues but boy do I have to be in a mood for them), feel free to leave a comment below.