Live at The Mint

by Nigel Walsh

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Intro 00:24
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Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' down the King's Highway Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' 'till you find your way Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' down the King's Highway Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' 'till you find your way I went down to the clear blue stream Hey-I-ay-I-ay Met the woman of my dreams On that fine day-I-ay And I ask you, friend What's a fella to do When her hair is black And her eyes are blue Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' down the King's Highway Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' 'till you find your way Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' down the King's Highway Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' 'till you find your way We walked down by the shimmering seas Hey-I-ay-I-ay She laid me down by the redwood trees On that fine day-I-ay And I ask you, friend What's a fella to do When her hair is black And her eyes are blue Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' down the King's Highway Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' 'till you find your way Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' down the King's Highway Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' 'till you find your way We rode up to the mountain top Hey-I-ay-I-ay We said our vows and we set up shop On that fine day-I-ay And I ask you, friend What's a fella to do When her hair is black And her eyes are blue Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' down the King's Highway Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' 'till you find your way Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' down the King's Highway Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' 'till you find your way When I woke up, I was all alone ... With a broken heart and a ticket home ... And I ask you, friend What's a fella to do When her hair is black And her eyes are blue Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' down the King's Highway Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' 'till you find your way Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' down the King's Highway Keep on rollin' - rollin' Rollin' 'till you find your way Copyright 2014 by Nigel Walsh Music
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Well, ain’t that cute? That face that you put on when you’re buying a new suit Don’t you look so grand? Livin’ all your life with your head stuck in the sand With your face down in your hands, although you’ve met all their demands When you realize it’s as shallow as a child’s cooking pan? Love, she comes and goes - she’ll pinch you like a foxtail stuck in between your toes My memory corrodes - leaping like a frog to lilies, then sinking like a toad Like some heavy, heavy load on a steam-train down the road When the conductor is too slow, but one day, I’ll come and steal you from the blows The ship’s out on the sea - racing from the waters for it’s mortal chance to flee Oh! But that ain’t me - I’m running through the cornfield while you burn it to it’s knees The fire rages up the trees, as the band plays it’s melody And the sun is sinking down behind the sea The moon is rising up, and it’s children do appear One last chance to let go, as you rise above the fear Now night, she’s here at last - I didn’t know when I awoke that she’d be comin’ here so fast The text is on the wire, blooming like a rose in Spring, or the road-worn gypsy choir While the home is blazing fire, and the phone is through the liar Well, it’s just like that old brazen funeral pyre Copyright © 2012 by Nigel Walsh Music
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Tryin' to stay out the way of a massacre Them bandits are gatherin' up on the hill Lookin' for you, lookin' for her Still, it continues, sure as this Earth keeps on turnin' High water comin' all around and no guarantee you'll win The mob is runnin' so fast - I can't make the pace Feels like my soul's evaporated - I can't find a trace But somehow, I know in you I'll find my salvation High water comin' all around and no guarantee that you'll win The flood is comin' - you better make way I made my preparations - now I've just gotta wait Standing on top of a levee, and I'm facin' High water comin' all around and no guarantee that you'll win Been on the outside of this town so long - I can't recall Why anyone ever made me believe I couldn't see anything in you at all You got fake people, fake believin' in their fake religions High water comin' all around and no guarantee that you'll win Copyright © 2012 by Nigel Walsh Music
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Honey, if I could see you, I wouldn't have to cry Honey, if I could be you, I wouldn't have to die So many scenes folding over you So many strings that are holding you But I ain't gonna run no more To the fire we stumble for This desire is humble more Than any of your swords You cut like a knife, cry like a hound We're already gone, I'll see you around Over and over, time shall endure Just like me raging, burning, raging, burning love for her But I ain't gonna run no more To the fire we stumble for This desire is humble more Than any of your swords I've been to God's house, there ain't nothin' I've found Except men and women giving too much ground Surrounded by scattered wind, I run to your feet Pull me out the fiery ash, and mold me to steel sleet 'Cause I ain't gonna run no more To the fire we stumble for This desire is humble more Than any of your swords I'm gonna rain down death on my enemies, and my family preserve Give all those true false believers something they don't even deserve Grab me my boots, my gun, and my hat You won't be alone, sweet momma, 'cause you're where my mind's always at But I ain't gonna run no more To the fire we stumble for This desire is humble more Than any of your swords That you sheath so well Run 'em right through me, momma Send me straight to hell Copyright © 2012 by Nigel Walsh Music
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If I lay it all on the line for you, honey What do I get in return? I need to know, before I go And give up all I've learned Decomposition, superstition Just tell me in which you believe If I lay it all on the line for you, honey Tell me what it is I receive If I lay it all on the line for you, honey When will I be able to sleep? When will I be forced to jump off this horse And cease my midnight creep? It's too late for supper, but in another Few hours, I'll still be counting sheep If I lay it all on the line for you, honey When will I be able to sleep? If I lay it all on the line for you, honey When will my sun come to rise? I try to talk to you about your condition But all I get are alibis You got me in chains, but yet I refrain From steppin' into view of your eyes If I lay it all on the line for you, honey Which of us will you despise? I been runnin' so long, And the frequency's on the wire I been runnin' away from this yard Like a trapeze on fire If I lay it all on the line for you, honey When can I take you home? I'll surrender to you, no more a pretender I'll steal away your moan In the bars and rhymes Just read between the lines If I lay it all on the line for you, honey Will it be worth my time? If I lay it all on the line for you, honey Who shall decide my fate? I'll hold onto you, as well as I do Until I make my ultimate escape But I'll see you in the ether at the altar of the preacher Forlorn and at misery's gate If I lay it all on the line for you, honey What's the guarantee I won't have to make? What's the guarantee I won't have to make? What's the guarantee I won't have to make? Copyright © 2012 by Nigel Walsh Music
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Remember when we used to take turns Swinging beneath the branch of the old oak tree? I would push, you would fly Like serendipity Oh, I want you I want you I want you To be my one memory Now Shalimar smolders in the back streets Those misty streets cascade with the rain Through closed doorways, I tried to reach you And right down the stairs you came Oh, I want you I want you I want you To be my one memory Golden hair dancing off your cheeks Silver smile sailing across your face Didn't have no one to turn to in a land so bleak But when I was with you, honey, I knew I was in the right place Oh, I want you I want you I want you To be my one memory Life ain't forever, honey, that's for sure It ain't a question of reunion on this eternal road I understand now what you've had to endure Are you gonna let me in your heart, or should I just go? Oh, I want you I want you I want you To be my one memory
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The country doctor told me I better get ready He stared me down 'till I was crying on the floor The ghost of Old Susie was sullied and sweaty, Weeping to herself as she stumbled in through the door. The undertaker here does every job custom And right now, he's workin' for free His lips are a-flappin', whatever shuts 'em Has got to be a poison strong enough for me. When the lies I drink taste better than truth, I still seem to walk somehow. You know I love you, pretty baby, but the Devil has got me now. Lies, lies, and more lies, today's sermon told me I guess we're all lucky we don't have to go Into the arms of the tall man who sold me And ask him for a dollar after the show. It's been three more years, the flood hasn't come yet But we've been standing in line to see it like a picture show What a relief it would be to see the last sunset We're all drowning, but we don't know. All your wailing for love cannot be in vain Like all the failings of the loyal and the sane. Pretty Minnie did the Jitterbug on a downtown telephone pole Sister Lucy and Mother Mary went out for a stroll It was the Model T, that blessed machine that forced them down cold One had power, that's all she was, the other, a heart of gold. Now here I stand at the gallows, and all beside me Are my kin, my sin, and my bankroll Two are shallow, one just parades blindly They all say "have mercy on his soul." When the lies I drink taste better than truth, I still seem to walk somehow. You know I love you, pretty baby, but the Devil has got me now. Copyright © 2014 by Nigel Walsh Music
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Livin' in the place where Satan dwells The amount of trouble, no tongue can tell People on the street are feelin' fine Livin' on Hollywood & Vine Hollywood & Vine Hollywood & Vine Lord, I wish I woulda stayed away from Hollywood & Vine Started off livin' in a paradise So far away from the cats & mice You can search - there ain't nothin' to find Livin' on Hollywood & Vine Hollywood & Vine Hollywood & Vine Lord, I wish I woulda stayed away from Hollywood & Vine Death's watchin' over us, keepin' score He likes to be asked what the fightin's for His reply is a laugh, and we're stuck on the line Livin' on Hollywood & Vine Hollywood & Vine Hollywood & Vine Lord, I wish I woulda stayed away from Hollywood & Vine Everybody pretending that they're for real Searchin' around for a soul to steal Vampire's waitin' on your blood to dine Livin' on Hollywood & Vine Lord, I wish I woulda stayed away I wish I woulda stayed away I wish I woulda stayed away from Hollywood & Vine Copyright © 2012 by Nigel Walsh Music
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Oh, honey, why you gotta be so lonesome If I could give you wings, you know I'd go and make you fly But you don't understand - I can't even give you my hand And I'm just gonna make you cry I can't stand you up any longer I ain't gonna make you no stronger Honey, I'm bein' abused - you got the only soul that I can't see through Oh - I don't want you You gonna come up to my balcony You're gonna want to know what's been wrong with me I'm sick of this interrogation You got words to say, just place them down At my feet at the station Come help me throw away this stupid mess Purge it so hard, I don't even want what is left And I'll find myself in the arms of someone who's succumbed to my charms But I don't even know, for me what is best Why are you constantly in my business? My ship's already out to sea - can't you see this? You ask me for my countenance - I can't even give you a sentence Vowels, or consonants You gonna come up to my balcony You're gonna want to know what's been wrong with me I'm sick of this interrogation You got words to say, just place them down At my feet at the station Copyright © 2012 by Nigel Walsh Music

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Recorded live at The Mint in Los Angeles, California on December 12th, 2014.

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released July 4, 2015

Lead Vocals, Rhythm Guitar, Harmonica - Nigel Walsh
Lead Guitar - Sam Small
Bass, Backup Vocals - Brandon Niznik
Drums - John Kyle

Engineer - Robi Banjeri

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Nigel Walsh Los Angeles, California

Nigel Walsh is a singer-songwriter from California. After playing piano nearly all his life, he spent his last $100 on a guitar in 2009. Thanks to his showmanship and talent for writing infectious, compelling songs, his performances have prompted comparisons to Bob Dylan, Ray Lamontagne and The Band. Nigel is currently touring to promote his upcoming album "Forces of Nature." ... more

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