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No Name CD

by Frank Leidt

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1.
Hard Winter 02:41
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Freezing cold on a winter’s lawn Hoping soon for the thaw to come Tell yourself that it won’t be long Watch the snow fall See the snow, does it fall like lace? You’ve been here, but in a different place Hear the winter in her face Watch the snow fall Late, too late to stop what’s been begun Here is the Promised Land, so where is the sun? Lady, lady all dressed in black Thought I heard your pistol crack Where’s the face hid behind your back Watch the snow fall
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Mama Don't Like Me 04:04
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Hey, I’m gonna join the Revolution Like to hear my guns go rooty-toot Be on the side of the solution Down in the trenches with God and Truth You'll most likely want to see things our way Else we'll know exactly who to shoot Well I’m breakin' out of your hoosegow Right about the break of dawn I’m gonna steal me some of that jailhouse chow Throw a little picnic on your lawn You go ahead, turn your dogs loose on me baby Find out who's side they're really on Go ahead and put your message in a bottle Drop it down to the bottom of my wishin' well That's most likely where you'll find me If you're lonely come on down and sit a spell Can't find a bottle to fit your message, mama Go ahead, just leave it in my cell Hey, I’m gonna buy me a girlfriend Ride her hard 'til the break of day Then we'll saddle up our ponies Into the sunset fade away Well, she can dress me up to meet her mama But her mama ain’t gonna like me anyway
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Mabel, Mabel 03:43
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Mabel, Mabel, set the table Just as soon as you feel able And I’ll be home in an hour or two Bringin home the food so we’ll be able to Make the stew, bake the bread And working together we all get fed I’m tired of looking at these hard working men Gotta get my way back home again to you This old shovel ‘bout to break my back And my weak mind’s got but one good track One’s been playing since half past ten Gotta get home to you again, now Mabel, set the table, just as soon as you feel able And I’ll be home in an hour or two Bringin home the food so we’ll be able to Make the stew, bake the bread And working together we all get fed I’m tired of thinking about our made-up bed Gotta get home, mess it up again with you
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This Old Town 04:20
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I have seen this old town From the skyline to the ground And got so lost, thought I never would be found There’s a road down the way, leading to a brighter day And I’ll be there Lord, before the sun goes down Well the cop on his beat saw the shoes fall off my feet And he pulled his gun Said he thought that was pretty neat Told me “Won’t you please stay?” Told him I’d be on my way But he took aim you know, and I could not disagree Well he saw I was in need, And he knew he had me treed You know I opened my mouth, but not to plead Because I’ve learned that in this town Love means puttin’ people down And that’s just not the kind of help I need So he put me in his jail, Cause I could not make the bail And that is why I’ve been sitting in the tank Told me I must be drunk Said my breath smelled like a skunk But I said “No, just missed Last Call at the bank.” You know I busted out and run And a cabbie pulled his gun You know he missed me seven times But he winged me three Yeah he shot me in the back But he killed this old smokestack On this freight train rolling south for Tennessee Well my mind it ain’t been right Couldn’t sleep a wink last night And so til dawn, I just wandered through the streets Think I’ll have me a time Go buy myself some cheap-ass wine And find a park bench and sing myself to sleep
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Oh Mama 03:41
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Oh mama, don’t you hear me when I call I am here a week from Tuesday With my back against the wall Well, daddy owned a shotgun Mama played bassoon And I was born in Arkansas With a clear shot at the moon And baby deals in goldfish, her daddy owns a gun I’m a thousand miles from anywhere And I’m stranded on the run, let me hear you sing So look into your crystal ball And tell me what you see You may see my image there But baby that ain’t me And you may see old Martin A piece of me is there When that’s all you got to care about That’s about all you got to care Let me hear you sing I could have been a warrior, given to the fight But you settle all things easily And you always know what’s right And you’re always dealing nighttime Making odds against daylight You made a mess of my poor brain And you gave me an awful fright Let me hear you sing I could have been a rock ‘n roll star But things got outta hand My guitar broke and scattered me Across this heathen land Yes and I got hot to gather me up Because it seemed to me That if I get me back again I finally will be free, I will be free
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Mean Ol' Mean Jolene 02:36
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Jolene, baby don't you be so mean Jolene, Jolene now baby don't you be so mean You're the meanest old woman This boy has ever seen Jolene, baby don't you be so cruel Jolene, Jolene, baby don't you be so cruel You got some hard bark on you baby Treatin’ me like a fool Yeah ya jump to the left You swingin’ to the right Stand up, sit down Fight, fight, fight Jolene, baby don't you be that way Make me sorry that I met you Every night and every day Well you know I love you baby With this, a love that’s true But ‘fore the lovin gets to start You go a round or two Jolene, baby don't you be so mean You're the meanest old woman This boy has ever seen
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Random Impulse 03:37
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I went down to the corner to buy myself a beer My vision was blurred My motivations none too clear I said hey, little Mara, I will treat you right Uptown, downtown, Saturday night Just another random impulse Headin’ straight for you Lookin’ like it might be true Well me and the Buddha went drinkin' hard late last night I asked him “How’s that OCD?” he threw his bottle and he busted the barroom light The barkeep says "Now Buddha, what gives you the right?" Buddha says "Barkeep, no worries, just turn on your inner light, It's just another random impulse with a point of view Lookin’ like it might be true" I said, hey, little Mara You know y ou always look so right And hey, little Mara Uptown, downtown, Saturday night Another side dish baby, won't spoil your appetite Just another random impulse, fadin' to blue Wishin’ that it might be true Well the juke box was janglin' and clangin’ through the midnight fog Chooglin’ and a-blarin', a-barkin' like an old watch dog You know that it’s been barkin’ up my back brain, I’m tryin’ to comply Take me with you Buddha baby And please be my alibi Just another random impulse, without a clue Wishin’ that it might be true I went lookin' for the Buddha But the Buddha had already gone That dancin’ barracuda, Just a-keepin on a-keepin' on With his beer belly polka, and his Eskimo eyes Come dance me Buddha baby, please be my alibi I’m just another random impulse What's a poor boy to do? Except to make believe that it's all true All true Make believe that its all true
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Sweet Rolling Down 06:05
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Sweet Rolling Down And I think that it’s the last time Wearing a frown But these feelings will turn on a dime Once we were young And the place was right for our time But now all these songs Have so little reason or rhyme And winter and summer will all look the same When they’re gone It all seems so clear in this place Where the feeling’s gone wrong It’s so hard to care for a place where you’re always alone The player’s have finished It’s time we get on with the show To act out our bit, and stumble a bow as we go And why we will care Is the one thing we may never know And I wonder what happens When we don’t live here any more And memories hang like a wraith on the stoop by the door It’s not like it’s something that we’ve never seen before
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Madman 05:27
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You have come to hear me play Sacred songs upon this bay of life But listen, hear the plea In the distance you will see Your sisters on the water, sailing for the shore Beg, steal or barter Crying out for, crying out for more Lonely landlocked sailors, making out to sea Cannot find their jailors No choice but to, no choice but to leave Lord, love the madman, sitting by the fire Sticking in his fingers To make the flame grow higher And higher and higher Honesty will have you see Children stranded off the lea shore Running cannot set you free Buried deep inside will be All mankind on the battlements, growling like a dog Noble kings and presidents Sleeping like a, sleeping like a fog And there goes Sister Mary, heading for the door Worried, worn and harried Can’t take any, can’t take anymore
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Ain't Nobody There 01:33
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Sitting down inside my skin And it sure feels good And lookin’ over at my favorite chair Ain’t nobody there Ain’t the man that I thought I was Sure am glad to find And lookin’ over at my favorite chair Ain’t nobody there Well this here song is a mighty short song ‘Cause that’s just the way it is And lookin’ over at my favorite chair Ain’t nobody there

about

Way back n ’63, my friend Larry (LJ) Neff and I played a critically acclaimed (by my Uncle Bob) concert in a California back yard for a captive audience of relatives. LJ’s dad, Gale Alan Neff (who, now at age (mumbledy)-two or so still likes to go once a week to play banjo for “them old folks down to the home”), had taught both of us a few chords on guitar and turned us loose on the world. I didn’t yet own a guitar, but my aunt Dee had a ukulele I could borrow, so we set about learning to play surf music (in pre-Beatles ’63) on uke and an old guitar LJ got from his dad’s collection of sundry instruments (which included a genuine commode-o-phone banjo hand-made from an old toilet seat that played pretty well, if memory serves). And thus was born that first band, the Montereys. Yes Montereys should have two ‘r’s in it, but it just looked better with one, and as I’d already hand lettered the stage banner before someone told me it was spelled wrong, there it was and shall remain, kind of like the Titanic.

Many bands and dusty winding roads later, LJ now playing keyboards, and my having set about making my No Name CD, I asked him if he’d like to come up to my place and play a lick or two for posterity. So he graciously bundled his Korg M3 and his girlfriend Karen into the car and drove to Santa Cruz from San Diego for a long weekend to lay some tracks next to those I already had down. The results you hold in your hand, a CD near half a century in the making. Not so much to look at, maybe, but you could be surprised by what’s on the inside. You never know, no? I recommend you try it; you might could like it.

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released December 24, 2010

Music and Lyrics: Frank Leidt
Vocals, guitars, bass, drums and percussion, harmonica: Frank Leidt
Keyboards(piano, organ, accordion, strings, horns): Larry (LJ) Neff
Engineering: Frank Leidt
Mixing: Frank Leidt, Gary Mankin
Mastering: Gary Mankin, Knob and Tube recording, San Francisco
Photography: Karen Sullivan, Anna Binkley, Merton Boyd

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