The Roxburghe Ballads
by Jerome Rankine
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Digital Album
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Spite
04:23
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Champagne Weekend
03:52
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Good Advice
02:24
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Silver Lines
04:00
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Rose City
03:57
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Post Rock Jet Lag
03:11
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But I Get Results
03:03
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Open Wide
03:30
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Pixels
02:24
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Good Advice (Morning)
03:42
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about
This was my first solo album and my first foray into the worlds of electronic composition and lo-fi recording. Originally recorded in one red-walled room of my Harlem apartment, this version has been gently remastered but still retains the naively disheveled sound of the original 2007 release.
credits
released 24 October 2007
All songs by Jerome Rankine
Recorded at The Den in New York, except as noted
Gently remastered in 2010 - Original release available on iTunes
All songs by Jerome Rankine
Recorded at The Den in New York, except as noted
Gently remastered in 2010 - Original release available on iTunes
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- Track Name: Spite
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I’ll give you everything you want
Yeah I’ll do that for you.
If you would tell me what was wrong
Then I’d fix it for you
Was I wrong to assume
That you’d melt at the sight of me?
Was I leaving too soon?
With wet pillows behind me
With wet pillows behind me
I’ll do it to spite you.
I’ll tell you anything at all
Yeah, I’ll say it to you.
Then turn around and write a song
And use it against you
Had to stitch up my pride
As it fell into disrepair
Just a bit on the side
Turned around and I wasn’t there.
Turned around and I wasn’t there.
Watching you weep
From a great height above you
I’d intervene
And make it OK for you.
Don’t be deceived,
I’m stronger than steel without you
Lifted the seas
And painted the ocean.
I’ll do it to spite you. - Track Name: Champagne Weekend
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I wish I could let out every drop,
Until it hurts and I make myself stop.
And I’ll wrap myself up in cotton wool
Once I’m drunk, once my belly is full.
We’d best get up or
We might drown in
The things we’ve said
I’ll stitch you up and
I’ll lie down here
If you would let me
There’s my lover waking up!
This is something that I don’t need
To think about right now
It’s a sickness that I don’t need
To feel better from
It’s just something that I don’t need
It’s just something that I don’t need
Right now - Track Name: Good Advice
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When you are struggling
and covered in wax
look to the sun
‘cause it melts you out.
It helps you out
each time you call.
When all your pleasures
leave blood on your hands
Don’t even try
‘cause it won’t wash off.
No it won’t come off
until it’s time.
That’s good advice.
When all your choices
are bottles of wine
You’re tasting them all
until you can’t stand up.
You’ve got to sober up.
When all of a sudden
the wind’s at your back
Don’t second guess
how it all works out.
It’ll all work out,
always, for you.
We’ve got a long way to go,
walking through walls and bolted doors.
It’s all around, it’s on the floor.
We’re on our way.
That’s good advice. - Track Name: Silver Lines
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Resting my gaze on every face
building a mask out of pretty eyes
and I have to keep it on
forever
'cause I'm going blind
Read the writing on the wall
Wind the winter back to fall
See through the shine of city girls
islands of perfume and painted doubts
and I'll let you be this young
forever
'cause I'm older now
Everyday citizens, please
don't try to pacify me
I'm sober enough for driving
and liquored enough to lie
And I have to keep this up
forever
Sign your name right under mine
though it's dark and boiling hot
there's a cloud with silver lines
we're the only thing we got - Track Name: Rose City
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I want to fuck New York
Feed her whiskey and diamonds
Her nights are long, her temper’s short
But I was prepared for that
Her bank accounts are telescoping
Heard it on her cellular ring
City that drips gold as it spins
Will you encounter that at all?
I don’t miss the snows
And bitters of Chicago
And London is not my cup of tea
Rose City, it’s all your fault
So give it up New York
You’re a whore yet you tease me
Just settle down and hold me close
How much will I pay for that?
Your bank accounts are microscopic
Felt you up while we were shopping
Then passed out on Elizabeth Street
Can you account for that at all?
I don’t miss the snows
And bitters of Chicago
And London is not my cup of tea
Rose City, it’s all your fault
I don’t mean no disrespect New York
Your head is still a mess
Fell asleep behind the wheel
In Manhattan we have our fun
Then freeze to death in blazing sun
This time the signs are real
This time the signs were mine
You give us so much choice
But we’re taking the subway - Track Name: Post Rock Jet Lag
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Did anybody tell you it’s all in the bag?
So clear away the crisis that you never had.
And you should take the day off
And fill it up with just you
Laughing your face off
Serves you right, it’s better
Learn how to travel light
I’m still on LA time
The hits are on tonight
Live via satellite
If you’re nice I’ll cut out your tongue
For advanced communication
Trust me, I am not lying this time
If you’re nice I’ll cut out your tongue
For advanced communication
Your words echo and scroll through my mind
Did anybody tell you it’s all in the bag?
So clear away the crisis that you never had.
Learn how to travel light
I’m still on LA time
The hits are on tonight
Live via satellite - Track Name: But I Get Results
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You could’ve you should’ve and you would’ve
But you couldn’t so you didn’t and you don’t
You’re pouring it out and rolling it up
and your will is gone
What if your world was all unstable
And turning over
What if your sail was made of rainbows?
It’s always better when your eyes stay closed
It’s always different when I get close
You’re feeling something and you want to take your time - Track Name: Open Wide
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Bringing the dead to life
The colors are blowing through the house you work at
Trading it all for time
The living are eating cakes and sipping drinks with it
Remember to light the light
The monster eats orphans: His mouth is open wide
Open wide
Under my bed
This must be the season
For fudging lines
And dodging mines above the ground
Pick the lock of reason
To steal the hours
The monster’s mouth is open
Open wide
Under my bed - Track Name: Good Advice (Morning)
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When you are struggling
and covered in wax
look to the sun
‘cause it melts you out.
It helps you out
each time you call.
When all your pleasures
leave blood on your hands
Don’t even try
‘cause it won’t wash off.
No it won’t come off
until it’s time.
That’s good advice.
When all your choices
are bottles of wine
You’re tasting them all
until you can’t stand up.
You’ve got to sober up.
When all of a sudden
the wind’s at your back
Don’t second guess
how it all works out.
It’ll all work out,
always, for you.
We’ve got a long way to go,
walking through walls and bolted doors.
It’s all around, it’s on the floor.
We’re on our way.
That’s good advice.
