The Stanfields ­
Vanguard of the Young and Reckless

1. Dagger Woods
2. The Dirtiest Drunk (in the History of Liquor)
3. Ship to Shore
4. Antics
5. Footsteps in Sand

 

6. Jimmy No More
7. Don't Make Me Walk Away
8. Ghost of the Eastern Seaboard
9. Crocodile Tears
10. Moneychangers


1. Dagger Woods

Out in the woods not long ago, outside a town ten miles or so
Man and wife and two small babies camping in a glade
on an Indian Summer getaway, a weekend full of rest and play
tuckered out from their full day, now sitting 'round a fire
but lurking in the shadows was a demon with a big ol' set of eyes

and an appetite for souls like these, feeding time tonite
They never heard it coming
They never saw it coming
They were never seen or heard from again

The Hidey­Hinder, by the gates of Hades,
overcame Daddy and took the Mama and babies
The Hidey­Hinder done took 'em good
back to its lair, deep in Dagger Woods

The tale goes back hundreds of years, through the countless days and hours
when the golden plow first broke the land, folks started disappearing
the locals swear beyond a doubt, it came over on the first slowboat
the bloodthirsty monster they call the Hidey­Hinder

an old world apparition hitched a ride to the new world in disguise
supernatural baggage in the hold from a hard life left behind
if they knew what they was bringin', I sure would not be singin'
'bout people never seen or heard again

 

 

The Hidey­Hinder, of the old world nations,
has reigned in terror for seven generations
Oh Hidey­Hinder, I wish I could
prove you exist, deep in Dagger Woods

Now let's go back to the present day, to a prison far the other way
to a broken lonely man, that lonely man is me
I told the judge what I'm telling you, said "such a thing cannot be true"
he locked me up for murder and threw away the key


He said the only monster that he's seen sits right before his eyes
he stared me down, shook his head and condemed me as a sick man telling lies
I shoulda seen it comin'
shoulda known that it was comin'
now I'lll never see the light of day again


Oh Hidey­Hinder, of the million maybes
I know to be true, my Jilly and my babies
Oh Hidey­Hinder, ya done took 'em good
Away from me, deep in Dagger Woods
Thats where I should be, in Dagger Woods
Hanging from a tree, in Dagger Woods
For all the world to see, in Dagger Woods
Back with my family, in Dagger Woods


2. The Dirtiest Drunk (in the History of Liquor)

I knew a fella back in 1998, wasn't real bright but he had alot of nerve
drank like a fish and he had a special place in the bottom of the learning curve
He had ten bills when he left his parents house, frothin' at the mouth and a'shootin from the hip
He giv'er for a week and recovered for a day, counted change with a busted lip

The Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk in the History of Liquor

He had enough left to buy some cream to settle all the itchin' where the sun don't shine
He looked like a 50 pound sack of potatoes, all hungover in the foodbank line

The Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk in the History of Liquor

oin' lines on the dash of mama's Silverado with a piss­stained, rolled up drinking fine
the keys are in the truck, and the truck's the harbour, with a Colt 45 and daddy's moonshine

The Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk in the History of Liquor


3. Ship to Shore

See the world in technicolor, see what you can do
Five and niner fiddlesticks to tango echo two
miles away from wastin' at the local five­and­dime
to wishing you were somewhere else to help to pass the time
armed to the teeth and underneath a relentless foreign sun
armed to the teeth and underneath a relentless foreign sun
 

Riots, blood, sand and mud was all I got to see
in Kandahar, El Salvador, Belfast and Barbary
I went mad in Stalingrad and I shivered to the bone
so I danced a jig in Ladysmith and wished that I was home
armed to the teeth and underneath a relentless foreign sun
armed to the teeth and underneath a relentless foreign sun

 

Just another lowly victim in the struggle for hearts and minds
To the finest sons and daughters in the struggle of their life
Guns and pipers, ship to shore
off to fight a rich man's war
like our fathers did before

Just another lowly victim in the struggle for hearts and minds
To the finest sons and daughters in the struggle of their life
Guns and pipers, ship to shore
off to fight a rich man's war
like our fathers did before
Guns and pipers, ship to shore
off to fight a rich man's war
like our fathers did before
Guns and pipers, ship to shore
ship to shore, ship to shore.


4. Antics

Everyone knows me, the local inside joke
I was once the life of the party
pills, liquor and smoke
It makes a fella stop and wonder "how much did I lose?"
in the dying breath of the party
a part of me died too


The demons, the devils, and the ghosts of rock and roll
The vanguard of the young and reckless
left town long ago
They say I need to sober up and lay low for a while
They say "the knucklehead is a classic case
of hopeless self denial".

 

 

Tellin' the same old stories
scared of getting old.
Tellin' the same old stories
scared of getting old.

Now I'm old and decrepid, and miss the golden days
a fleeting thing that passed me by
somewhere in the haze
I should try to raise a garden, vote and volunteer
or get a motorbike and a line of credit
and get the hell out of here

But I'm telling the same old stories
scared of getting old
livin' the same old stories
scared of getting old
stuck in the same old stories
scared of getting old


5. Footsteps in Sand

WORDS AND MUSIC BY JONNY STEVENS ­ 
ARRANGED BY THE STANFIELDS

You dont hold your head
like you did before
You've been travelling for miles
only to find another door

Like footsteps made in sand
disappearing in this land
dreaming's a lost cause when you're down here

Your hair, it stands on end
and your will, it starts to bend
that's exactly what they see
in the end, what's left is dreams

 


I got a pocket full of overdue bills
I got a notion for my own cheap thrills
I'll take my time, it will be alright
well, if you walk with me tonight

I heard a song on the radio
It wont move you like you want
whatcha gonna do
when your heroes are all gone?

Like footsteps made in sand
disappearing in this land
dreaming's a lost cause when you're down here
when you're down here
when you're down here
oh when you're down here


6. JIMMY NO MORE

Jimmy went for wood and the crows got him
the crows got him, the crows got him
Jimmy went for wood and the crows got him
the crows got him good

Jimmy went for water the crows got him
the crows got him, the crows got him
Jimmy went for water and the crows got him
the crows got him good

He went for the wood, he went for the water
he went to the pub for the town drunk's daughter
a kick and a thud, a puddle of blood
no you won' t see Jimmy no more
no you won't see Jimmy no more

Jimmy went to war and the krauts got him
the krauts got him, the krauts got him
Jimmy went to war and the krauts got him
the krauts got him good

Jimmy went to sea and the pirates got him
the pirates got him, the pirates got him
Jimmy went to sea and the pirates got him
the pirates got him good
 

Well he went to war, he went to sea
he buried his metal by the old oak tree
with his heart in the east, but his arse in the west
no you won't see Jimmy no more
no you won't see Jimmy no more

Jimmy had a pair but the river got him
the river got him, the river got him
Jimmy had a pair but the river got him
the river got him good
Jimmy met the gun that finally got him
that finally got him, that finally got him
Jimmy met the gun that finally got him
that finally got him good

Well he fell for the pair and went for the gun
he pumped three slugs at the sheriff's son
if you're gonna be dumb then you better be tough
no you won't see Jimmy no more


7. Don't Make Me Walk Away

Well I've seen you around, I know who you are
I saw ya once on the street and twice at this bar
I'll buy ya a drink, something with a lime
I'll tell ya my story if you got the time

I had a woman three months ago
she tore me a new one and burned all my clothes
now I sleep on sofas in the homes of my friends
I'll never go through this again

So don't make me, don't make me walk away
You're tryin' to cut me down to size
actin' all cute with your big blue eyes
girl I got my own surprise for you
oh yes I do

 

Now here's how it will go, if we became a pair
the first few weeks we'd be on fire in our underwear
but then eventually, we'd stay in every night
order food and watch long movies so we wouldn't have to fight

So don't make me, don't make me walk away
You're tryin' to cut me down to size
actin' all cute with your big blue eyes
girl I got my own surprise for you
oh yes I do

So don't make me, don't make me walk away
You're tryin' to cut me down to size
actin' all cute with your big blue eyes
girl I got my own surprise for you
oh yes I do


8. Ghost of the Eastern Seaboard

Ships in the night on a Tangier shore
flashing signals back and forth
old hands on the smuggler's run
Mexican drugs and American guns

The pay is better than jiggin' a line
or wasting away in a deep coal mine
a regular guy getting what he can
a 21rst century unemployed man

Even though they'll never catch me
they never have and they never will
I'm the ghost on the eastern seaboard
living the life, getting my fill.

 

 

I wish my daddy could see me now
he withered away at the furrow and plough
he hoped for his boy like every man does
to become the man he never was

My brother called me from the city today
told me his boy was blown away
the shiretown is overrun
with Mexican drugs and American guns

Even though they'll never catch me
they never have and they never will
I'm the ghost of the eastern seaboard
blood on my hands, riddled with guilt.


9. Crocodile Tears

Violets are blue and roses are red
I want you to leave and I mean what I said
the jury's verdict is in and you crossed the line
Spare me the drama and your crocodile tears
cocaine, vodka and a half dozen beers
is no excuse for the way you acted last night.

So go pack your bags
I'm not listening to you cry
There is no next time or another try

So go pack your bags
and find somewhere else to cry
this is the last time that I'll say goodbye.

You bitch and complain as a means to an end 
You dont like my mama and you hate all my friends
Well honey, I got news for you, the feeling is shared

They say true love is golden, but bruises are black
you think that you are but you ain't coming back
you're walking a cold lonely road and you ain't prepared

 

So go pack your bags
I'm not listening to you cry
There is no next time or another try

So go pack your bags
and find somewhere else to cry
this is the last time that I'll say goodbye.

Here is a quarter, call someone who cares
or believes that I accidentally fell down the stairs
or the phone book that knocked me out cold just fell off the shelf

Well I have a good job, and I don't look too bad
and there are plenty of women who would be more than glad
to keep me from sitting around feeling bad for myself

So go pack your bags
I'm not listening to you cry
There is no next time or another try

So go pack your bags
and find somewhere else to cry
this is the last time that I'll say goodbye.


10. Moneychangers

Once I only drank on days that ended in a Y
cruisin' on the boozin roads, a pilgrim for the rye
Now I still have a drink or two, it's all I can afford
since the moneychangers built their temples higher than the lord's

Average Joe, pimp ass ho, decked out in the bling
there ain't nothing wrong with a little hiphop but product positioning
has ripped the heart out of the art and turned it to a trend
watch the moneychangers rub their hands and reap the dividends

 

Chairman Mao's long march is done in fancy limosines
they traded in for a golden cow and a magic bag of beans
isten closely, hear the laughter echo down the halls
of the moneychangers temples built higher than the walls

Don't just blame the USA, don't just blame the USA

Anne Coulter's silk lingere has fallen to the floor
the right wing fundamentals, the left wing cause du jour
watch the moneychangers build their temples higher than before

Don't just blame the USA