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I Lived in the Time of Organ Grinders

by Don Dixon

A set of new songs inspired by an old Silvertone guitar and faint connection to a small monkey long ago.
Genre: Rock: American Underground
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1. Queen of It All
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2. Everyday Laugh
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3. Organ Grinder
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4. Searching for Art
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5. S.O.F.S.O.L.
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6. Sweet Dynamite
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Album Notes
Don Dixon - I Lived In The Time Of Organ Grinders DAR 018

The idea for this record began to form last year when I remembered something from my youth. It was the early 60's. My mother and I were visiting my father who was working on his masters in education at Western Carolina University in Cullowhee, N.C. during the summer session. This small mountain town was a minor tourist destination in the summertime. Hiking and horseback riding mostly. On this particular trip, there was a street fair going on with a few carnival rides, cotton candy and hotdog stands, strolling vendors…the usual stuff. But what I remember most was the organ grinder.

Organ grinders were a big thing a hundred years before I saw one in the mountains of North Carolina. I read somewhere that in the late 1800's, 1 in 20 Italian immigrants to New York City made their living as organ grinders. Every corner had one. That's a lot of monkeys and machines. Anyway, I was about twelve and I'd heard of organ grinders, seen pictures, read mentions in stories but I had never laid eyes on one. I wandered over to a group of people in a semi-circle around a disheveled man with a drooping handlebar mustache and dirty vest, his arboreal beggar working the crowd. It was fascinating and a little sad when the small Capuchin monkey came up to me, tipped his hat and held out his tin cup. The cup had a tiny sign on it, Pennies Poison for Monkey, it said. I put my penny back in my pocket and dropped a nickel in his cup as he bounded to the next kid. I don't recall the song or even the sound of the instrument just the monkey on a chain, holding out his cup and tipping his hat for hours on end.

Last year when I recalled this event I think I was feeling a little bit like that monkey.

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all instruments and vocals were performed and recorded by Dixon at SPA except:
Jim Brock - drums on "Organ Grinder" and "S.O.F.S.O.L."
Rob Ladd - drums on "Sweet Dynamite"

I wrote this record on my early 60's Silvertone archtop guitar (which had recently been rebuilt by Scott Baxendale) and it was the primary guitar on the recording.
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1. Queen Of It All (Don Dixon)
Lava Head Music administered by BMG/Chrysalis, BMI

face the water dark
face the water deeper than the ocean
filter out the light
filter out the faintest true emotion
flicker like a candle alone in the night

celebrate the pain
celebrate the action in the moment
cancel every dream
cancel all the happy-ending torment
calibrate your memory to melt into time

dance a little jig
dance away the fear of nothing happening
dial up every song
dial the number one - the everlasting
dedicate your life to the queen of it all


2. Everyday Laugh (Don Dixon/Kelley Ryan)
Lava Head Music administered by BMG/Chrysalis, BMI / Meatpie Music administered by BMG/Chrysalis, BMI

i got a life that leaves me broke
i am a wheel without a spoke
i got a punch without a joke
but everyday i'm looking for a laugh

i got a car that's painted black
a '57 Cadillac
bullet-proof protective glass
and everyday i'm looking for a laugh

i got a heart that's full of lead
a psychic vision in my head
i had a dream that you were dead
i woke up to a glorious last laugh


3. Organ Grinder (Don Dixon)
Lava Head Music administered by BMG/Chrysalis, BMI

i was a lonely outcast
the child of a long, dark night
no one to love me, no one in my life

went off to join the circus
sounded like lots of fun
i shoveled shit in boxcars by the ton

i shadowed the lion tamer
worshipped him from afar
reflexes quick as lightning in a jar
boots as black as jet
hair is turning grey
pray the night away

met with the bearded lady
asked her where she came from
told me that Cincinnati was her home

i called all the clowns together
told them to make me laugh
Clarabell stuck a fork into my calf
laughing at the blood
a busman's holiday
dance the night away

i had luncheon with the organ grinder
slices of bread & cheese
watched while he fed his monkey mushy peas

i dreamed that i was his monkey
complete with a bright red suit
strangled by a chain i passed my cup for loot

i was tipping my hat & smiling
a fugitive from Peru
when i escape i'll run that bastard through
skip the missing link
debts we'll never pay
cry the night away

skip the missing link
nothing left to say
cry another day


4. Searching for Art (Don Dixon/Kelley Ryan)
Lava Head Music administered by BMG/Chrysalis, BMI / Meatpie Music administered by BMG/Chrysalis, BMI

i'm searching for art
everywhere that i go
i look for it high, i look for it low

i'm searching for art
in the place that i stay
in the sound of the train rolling ten miles away

i'm searching for art
in the cat litter box
in the rhythm she makes on the door when she knocks

I'm searching for art
on the soles of my shoes
in the pillows & sheets, on the Sunday night news

i'm searching, searching for art

i'm searching for art
every place that i look
on my coffee table, in my favorite book

i'm searching for art
in the palm of my hand
in the foreign expressions i don't understand

i'm searching for art
that has never been seen
by a feisty Brasilian or a cool European

i'm searching for art
everyday i confess
in a state of euphoria or state of duress

i'm searching, searching for art


5. S.O.F.S.O.L. (Don Dixon/Kelley Ryan)
Lava Head Music administered by BMG/Chrysalis, BMI / Meatpie Music administered by BMG/Chrysalis, BMI

there’s a room upstairs with a perfect view
i open my eyes and look at you
with your messy hair and your sleepy smile
you’re so beautiful baby, you’re just my style

i don’t know…where did you come from?
i just know…you’re the only one
come on let’s go…sail into the sun
on this ship of fools on this sea of love

when I see you walk through the kitchen door
you deliver me baby I need no more
got those velvet eyes that I love so much
magnetic attraction magic touch

i don’t know…can a dream be real?
i just know…this is how i feel
come on let’s go…i'll handle the wheel
on this ship of fools on this sea of love

(Break)

i don’t know…where did you come from?
i just know…you’re the only one
come on let’s go…sail into the sun
on this ship of fools on this sea of love

i’ll be all right, with the stars above
on this ship of fools on this lucky sea of love


6. Sweet Dynamite (Don Dixon/Kelley Ryan)
Lava Head Music administered by BMG/Chrysalis, BMI / Meatpie Music administered by BMG/Chrysalis, BMI

i got some sweet, sweet dynamite
i got some sweet, sweet dynamite
i got some sweet, sweet dynamite
but i live in a world won't sell me a fuse

i had a house up on the hill
i had a job to pay my bills
i lost it all for one cheap thrill
and that woman of mine she turned me away

i hear a song but i can't dance
i smell a girl but no romance
i tasted wine from Paris, France
but her man from the mill done drunk it all down

solo

give me a hand don't make me beg
I got a chair without a leg
I got a tap without a keg
will somebody stop and buy me a beer?

i got a suit all green and blue
cock of a hat and leather boots
I got a heart beneath this bruise
but i ain't got the gas to drive in to town

i got some sweet, sweet dynamite
i got some sweet, sweet dynamite
i got some sweet, sweet dynamite
but i live in a world won't sell me a fuse

©®Don Dixon/Lava Head Music 2016
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