Shaun Belcher Songwriter

The Serious Mr B-Side to Trailer Star

Category: lyrics

Revamped Studio and new song

New Year, new studio..well the old Trailer Barn Studio given a dust off and a new track recorded on the trusty old TOA recorder.

 

                     

 

http://www.muzines.co.uk/articles/toa-mr8t/2186

 

 

For People My Age

PEOPLE MY AGE

PEOPLE MY AGE WORRY ABOUT THINGS
WORRY ABOUT THE WEATHER, THE PRICE OF STRING
PEOPLE MY AGE KNOW THE DAYS ARE SHORT
KNOW THE ROAD LEFT IS DARK AND COLD

PEOPLE MY AGE – PEOPLE MY AGE – PEOPLE MY AGE

PEOPLE MY AGE KNOW HOW TO MAKE DO AND MEND
THERE SO MUCH PUNISHMENT THEY TAKE
PEOPLE MY AGE ARE HEADED TO THE SUN
WORRIED ABOUT THEIR PENSION AND THEIR MORTGAGES

PEOPLE MY AGE HAD A THOUSAND DREAMS
A THOUSAND THINGS THEY MEANT TO DO AND SEE
PEOPLE MY AGE KNOW IT AINT EASY
AS EASY AS IT SEEMS

PEOPLE MY AGE THINK THEYRE FOREVER YOUNG
PEOPLE MY AGE SOME ARE DEAD AND GONE
PEOPLE MY AGE THINK THEY WILL LIVE FOREVER
PEOPLE MY AGE SING AND DANCE AS ONE

PEOPLE MY AGE ARE RISING LIKE LIONS FROM SLUMBER

 

The Devil’s Address – the story behind the song

 

Well my mother’s father and my uncle were both truck drivers all their lives but I don’t drive which kind of sad considering how many times driving features in my songs!

I imagined it as a kind of folkier version of ‘Return to Sender’!

The last lines are a straight cop of a Raymond Carver idea in his wonderful poem (Deschutes River) where he ends up trying to disentangle a snagged fishing line and then drops the line about his wife in another man’s bed…..pure class..so now you know….

This track was performed wonderfully by Ronny Elliott in a Johnny Cash manner on Moon Over The Downs disc. That has become the definitive version but here my original.

An important track for the reason that it started the whole ‘Trailer Star’ concept. The tale of a down and out singing from a mobile home idea is down to this song.

At the time I was just trying to copy typical americana tropes of a letter home and for some reason there some Everley Brothers in the mix.

The Devil’s Address

I’m in heaven that’s what the sign says
This bar’s more like hell, everything painted red
Every once in a while a truck goes by headed north
Headlights flashing across these smoky walls

If you want to find me
Post a letter to ‘Happiness’
Mark it care of the devil’s address

I started driftin’ when I couldn’t pay the rent
That mobile home was more like a shed
I spent every winter watching the rain
Turn that gravel path into a lake

Now I’m fine and dandy but I’m all alone
Just me and the sparkle of the tarmac road
Thousand miles behind me, wife’s in another man’s bed
Thousand miles ahead before I’ll ever rest

Ronny’s version  here:

Ronny’s website: http://ronnyelliott.blogspot.co.uk/