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Nothing Knew

by Scott Simpson

Recorded in a closet studio in Grand Junction, CO in 2007, Nothing Knew is a minimalist treatment of Scott's best story-songs. Very folk, very acoustic.
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1. Nothing Knew
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2. Down
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3. Carnival
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4. Dry Creek Rising
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5. Homegrown
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6. What I Got
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7. Hampton Town
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8. Home
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9. Call It a Day
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10. The Company You Keep
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Album Notes
Nothing Knew

Nothing knew I’d fall again
Nothing knew the bitter end
Nothing saw me safely home
Knew I’d find myself alone
Nothing knew… Nothing knew…

Nothing healed my broken mind
Nothing was a good friend of mine
Nothing stings like alcohol
Nothing echoes down the hall
Nothing knew… Nothing knew…

Nothing comes between us
Nothing comes between us
Nothing comes between us
Nothing knew… Nothing knew..

Nothing always speaks the truth
Nothing stopped old mister Booth
Nothing feeds the hungry children
Nothing pacifies this war we’re building
Nothing knew… Nothing knew…

Nothing comes between us
Nothing comes between us
Nothing comes between us
Nothing comes between us
Nothing comes between us
Nothing comes between us
Nothing knew… Nothing knew…

Nothing gained, Nothing lost
Nothing heads off the next Holocaust
Nothing knew the bitter end
Nothing knew I’d fall again…



Down

Autumn’s come around again
and the world is turning brown, brown
something’s fallen from the highest limb
all her friends, they say, “She don’t come around
anymore

There’s a sidewalk running past her gate
and a welcome sign on her front door
but they’re just throwbacks to another time, another place
and no one knows her—no, I don’t know her
anymore

Let me know if you hear me
give me some kind of sign
cause I’ve got to know if you’re still breathing—
you’ve been down such a long, long time

And the world is like an ocean
you never know how deep till it’s too late
the more you struggle, the more you struggle...
and every rise makes you hesitate

But Autumn’s come around again
all the leaves are falling down again
oh, don’t you believe in the empty sound of wind
no, you know you’ll come around again
I know you’ll come around, around again

Just let me know if you hear me
give me some kind of sign
cause I’ve got to know if you’re still breathing—
you’ve been down such a long, long time
give me a sign
cause I’ve got to know if you’re still breathing—
you’ve been down such a long, long time



Carnival

Life is a carnival,
See the barkers in their booths,
And you and I walk the midway
Telling lies from the truths,
Telling lies from the truths

There’s a man who runs the Tilt-a-whirl;
He lost an arm in the war.
He’s got a tattoo on the other one that says,
Pain no more
It says, pain no more.
(refrain)
All the teens are smoking cigarettes
Far away from their moms,
Dipping toes in the deep abyss
Biding time until their proms,
They’re just biding their time until their proms.
(refrain)
There’s a preacher with some pamphlets;
His voice is loud and his face is red.
You can tell he cares about God’s will on earth
Almost as much as his daily bread,
Almost as much as his daily bread.
(refrain)
An older couple shares a corndog;
She has to help him wipe his chin.
Despite the aches the shakes and the random mistakes
They’re seventeen once again,
Sometimes seventeen comes ‘round this way again.
(refrain)
There’s no amazing bearded lady,
No dog-faced boy or reptile man.
No, you don’t have to pay to look at oddities these days,
It’s free, so stare while you can—
No charge, it’s free, just stare while you can.

Yes, and life is a carnival,
All the barkers have their booths,
And you and I walk the midway
Telling lies from the truths,
Telling lies, telling lies from the truths,
We’re just telling lies, telling lies from the truths.



Dry Creek Rising

I was sound asleep when the water did come
And the clouds broke open like a big bass drum
Well, my little tin roof made a rumbling sound
And I looked out the window, Lord, we’re gonna drown
Dry Creek a-risin’
Never seen it before
Dry Creek a-risin’
Gonna grab the children
Kick out the door
Head for high ground
And pray to the Lord

The horses in the pasture ain’t too good
Up to their withers in thick red mud
Headed down stream toward the reservoir
But with that barbed fence, they won’t make it that far
Dry Creek a-risin’
That wasn’t in the cards
Dry Creek a-risin’
Well, you make your plans
Work real hard
But that Devil lives
In your own back yard

(Instrumental)

There’s an old red pickup and it’s upside down
And a propane tank from clear ‘cross town
What’s yours is mine, what’s mine is yours
But there ain’t much left worth nothin’ no more.
Dry Creek a-risin’
You’d best open your eyes
Dry Creek a-risin’
I’ll tell you no lies
Dry Creek a-risin’
Take you by surprise
Dry Creek a-risin’
May come from the ground
May come from the sky
Don’t hold too tight
You’re gonna kiss it goodbye



Homegrown

It was 1967 when the bullies came around
His momma was in the kitchen, but she couldn't hear a sound
He was standin' in the middle when the big boys said to him
We're gonna wipe this sidewalk with your sissy little grin

Hey momma, come save me from myself
Right now I gotta take it but one day I'm gonna dish it out as well

Well he walked into the classroom, anger in his eye
He hated all his teachers, but no one asked him why
Never cared for English, never cared for math
But he learned to use his fists when all those children laughed

Hey momma, come save me from myself
Well, I don't need no schoolbooks but I'll teach these folks a lesson just as well

Now, momma is too busy, and daddy just ain't there
Anger comes too easy when no one really cares
It's fine to fight for freedom: Tora Bora or Kuwait
But freedom don't mean nothin' if the children live on hate

Now he'll find himself a website, buy him some supplies
When he boards an airplane he don't need no disguise
Rock 'n' Roll in his headphones Newsweek in his hand
One day he'll make the headlines all across this land

Hey momma come save him from himself
Don't complain about the water, when you've been dumpin' in the well
Yeah, our boy can play the terrorist like he was ringin' a bell
Ringin' a bell




What I Got

I’m the poet without a pen,
and the priest who can’t hear God;
I’m the dancer with two clubfeet,
and the farmer who can’t break the sod,
yeah, I’m the farmer who can’t break the sod.

Mine’s the wagon with square wheels,
and the house without a door;
my only hat doesn’t fit my head,
and my feet won’t touch the floor,
no, my feet never touch the floor.

I got the key that fits no lock,
and the kite that has no tail;
I got sand when I needed a rock,
and a plan that’s already failed.
If I lost all my teeth but two,
they’d be both on the bottom side;
If I played hide-n-seek with a blind man,
I’d still have no place to hide,

because, some folks get the short end;
I’ve never even seen the stick.
Well, you might feel some sympathy
if you saw the wounds I sometimes lick.

My true love said goodbye to me
on the day before we met;
the life I dreamed was stillborn,
but I ain’t through with dreaming yet.
See, I set out to touch the moon,
but I couldn’t get past the sea;
then the moon, she danced across the waves—
that night she came to me,
I sang, and the moon, she danced with me.

(instrumental)

It ain’t about how you bargain,
it’s what you give when the rest will not.
It’s an empty hand and an open heart
when the song is all you’ve got,
yeah, this song is what I’ve got,
oh, my song is what I’ve got.

‘Cause the poem don’t need the pen,
and the priest, he can’t speak for God.
You gotta dance as graceful as you can
‘till they lay you down in the sod—
no, I’m not afraid ‘cause I know, some day,
gonna lay me down,
gonna lay me down to rest in the sod.




Hampton Town

If you’re a traveling man then listen here
a stranger alone has cause for fear
if you go down to Hampton, watch your back
or it’s tar and a-feather and don’t come back
or you’re wearing a rope without no slack
you’ll be swinging like taters in a gunny sack…
if you go down to Hampton, watch your back

Well, the Sheriff, they just call him Jed
grease his palm, he’ll turn his head
‘less a man like you is toting cash,
best make your visit, make it fast
your luck’s gonna run out in a flash
them Hampton folk don’t take to “trash”
‘less a man like you is toting cash

Sometimes I want to kiss the ground
for the good folk God done spread around
but I’d burn my boots and settle down
‘fore I’d step a foot in Hampton town

(instrumental verse)

Sometimes I want to kiss the ground
for the good folk God done spread around
but I’d burn my boots and settle down
‘fore I’d step a foot in Hampton town

You see, I had a girl sometime ago
was the sweetest thing you’d ever know
but she went down to Hampton and never came out
yeah, they twisted her nearly inside-out
she forgot what love is all about
now she’s a Hampton girl, ain’t no doubt
yeah, she went down to Hampton and never came out

Sometimes I want to kiss the ground
for the good folk God done spread around
but I’d burn my boots and settle down
‘fore I’d step a foot in Hampton town
Sometimes I want to kiss the ground
for the good folk God done spread around
but I’d burn my boots and settle down
‘fore I’d step a foot in Hampton town



Home

We moved to town on a Monday
The house was empty and so were we;
We ordered pizza from a man on the phone.
This town ain’t bad, but it ain’t home.

I took my daughter to a brand new school,
New faces, new rules; on the playground,
She was all alone.
This town ain’t bad, but it sure ain’t home.

And the wind will blow
Catch the dreams we sow
Steal us far away...
Far away from home.

Don’t know the names of the streets I drive
Can’t find my house, don’t know why
Some people want to be a rollin’ stone.
No, this town ain’t so bad, but it sure ain’t home.

(instrumental verse and chorus)

We wake up between strange walls,
We get up and we pace the halls,
Try to remember why we ever set out to roam,
Pray the good Lord’s gonna bring us home...
We pray the good Lord’s gonna bring us on back home.

And the wind will blow
Catch the dreams we sow
Steal us far away...
Steal us on back home.
And the wind will blow
And catch the dreams we sow
Steal us far away
Go on, steal us on back home.



Call It A Day

I spent the morning with my father
Fishing for lake trout in the stream
We caught nothing but the north wind
And a hand full of rainbow colored dreams

He smoked the pipe my grandpa gave him
I chewed a blade of long-stemmed grass
The water clear as the future
The fish as hungry as the past

A storm rolled in above the mountains
And from the far bank he did say
Looks like the good Lord wants us somewhere else
I guess we’ll call it a day

Working figures in the lamp light
Lining up ciphers on the page
His neck was red as the clay soil
His forehead pale as the sage

He’d shave his pencils with a jack-knife
He kept our savings in a jar
He knew the shortness of a dollar bill
He knew a little could go far

And when the bankers came one evening
And there was not enough to pay,
He said, Looks like the good Lord wants us somewhere else
I guess we’ll call it a day

One day I saw him by the barn door
Lean his whole weight upon the latch
Thin as a weather-beaten split-rail
Light as a burned-out kitchen match

He’d spent his days, he’d spent his body
He didn’t know no other way
What you hold back in your livin’ son
He said, you’ll only waste upon your grave

And when his body finally gave out
I knew exactly what he’d say
Looks like the good Lord wants me somewhere else, son,
I guess I’ll call it a day...
Looks like the good Lord wants me somewhere else, son,
I guess I’ll call it a day.
The Company You Keep

I've walked this road behind me
With no one else but you.
We had some words--- got lost a time or two,
But that road was wide enough for me to walk with you,
for me to walk with you.

This dust upon my boots,
I couldn't shake it off even if I wanted to.
And who knows where I'll be when the day is finally through;
There's one thing I know--- I'll be there with you.
I'll be there with you.

Tell me a story, sing me a song,
The sky is dark and the road is long.
What keeps you together when the climb is steep?
It's not your destination, it's the company you keep,
it's the company you keep.

Have you ever watched the sun set,
Or stood in the night like a single star?
Have you ever walked an empty road all by yourself?
Doesn't matter where you're going, you know how lost you are,
you know how lost you are.

Tell me a story, sing me a song,
The sky is dark and the road is long.
What keeps you together when the climb is steep?
It's not your destination, it's the company you keep,
it's the company you keep, ooh, ooh,
it's the company you keep.



Words and Music by Scott Simpson, 2008, All Rights Reserved

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