Finally added this E.P. from 2005 to bandcamp – listen there or here

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TSR002 TRAILER STAR: THE THREAT OF RAIN E.P.

Trailer Star comes back from the dead to deliver a E.P. of stunning strangeness…part David Olney, Guy Clark songsmithery,  part new wave, part plain weird death blues like chucking Dock Boggs down a well with a bunch of cats….is this guy serious???

Recorded direct to minidisc on 10th January 2005 in Nottingham

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LYRICS

CRAB APPLE BLUE

I wish that you loved me as much as I loved you
Every time you appear baby I scuttle out of view
Now my heart is just like a crab

I’ve got the crab apple blues since I met you

I wish that you loved me half as much as I loved you
Then I’d feel so much better than I know I do
I’ve got a heart that’s broken and scuttling out of view
Oh my heart is blue, crab apple blue

You give me nothing, nothing to grip upon
I’m lost on the shore like a crab in a storm
Oh I’ve got crab apple blue, I’m lost, crab apple blue
How I wish you loved me half as much as I loved you
Every time you appear I disappear from view
Crab apple blue
How I wish you loved me half as much as I loved you

If I was a carpenter I’d build myself a box
Put it the post then I’d always be lost
Crab apple blue

RAIN COMING IN

well I’ve been thinking about you all night long
I’ll be thinking about you until the dawn
I sure hope the weather is better there than here
cos it’s dark now and the rain is a coming in

yeah it’s dark here dark here and the rain’s coming in
somewhere on the road in some cold hotel
I lost the warmth of your arms cold sheets I felt
texas summers are too hot but these snows are cold
all the way from Corpus Christi Bay I’ve been alone

yeah it’s dark here dark here and the rain’s coming in
bright sun shining. clear blue skies
i can see for miles and miles
but now the dark it pours across these flatlands
the darkness I tried so hard to push away with these hands
yeah it’s dark here dark here and the rain’s coming in
it’s just a feeling I can’t shake from my soul
no lord I’ll keep on trying, keep a moving down this road
cos it’s dark now and the rain’s coming in

yeah it’s dark here dark and the rain’s coming in
gotta get movin. gotta get moving, gotta get out of here

miles ‘n’ miles before I sleep and the rain catches me

THE PHOTOGRAPHER’S WIFE

It happened in a second
It flashed like a dog tag in her eye
There were splinters of glass all over the place
It was Leeds England ’79
And he was wired and she could see it deep in his eyes
right there and then the revolution turned sour

He used to wear a dog collar
Followed The Clash around
Drove an old Morris Minor
From Brighton to Oxford Town
Yeah it was a riot of his own
and then the revolution turned sour
She’s been crying in the kitchen
Crying for hours

The Photographer’s Wife

They’re still fighting twenty years later
and she’s still crying in the kitchen
He said she walked into the glass
As her blood dripped through his fingers
After he smashed her with his fist
He listened to Sandanista
And he blew smoke rings at the ceiling
She’s still cleaning
She’s still crying

The Photographer’s Wife

2-3-4, 2-3-4
She married an English punk rocker
in the summer of ’79

WHIPPOORWILL HOTEL

Sitting on a fence watching the clouds
Wandering what the my life is about
The last three months I’ve been expecting rain
The creek’s run dry the dirt’s cracked again
When you expect rain
All you get is sun
When you need water
There’s nowhere to run
From Whippoorwill Hotel
Well I didn’t cheat and sir I didn’t lie
But still she left when the the clock-tower chimed
Disappeared in smoke down a dusty railroad line
As the cornfields shimmered in the summertime

When you expect rain
All you get is sun
When you need water
There’s nowhere to run
From Whippoorwill Hotel
Well that was 10 summers past and I’m still here
Clinging to a memory and a pint of beer
Seems like nothing but dry days is my fate
I’m waiting for a cloudburst to wash me away
When you expect rain
All you get is sun
When you need water
There’s nowhere to run
From Whippoorwill Hotel

DREDGING THE SERPENTINE

It’s so quiet on The Serpentine
Nannies pushing carriages
little boys running behind
And out on the cold Atlantic
The Lusitania’s still on time.

The Nanny sits on the bench
Little boy runs to the waters edge
He’s got a model liner in his hand
He lets it go it sails out west

And out in the Atlantic
The Lusitania’s still on time
John Thompson’s got two little kids
Today he’s working a extra shift
Dredging the Serpentine
His bucket empties against the sky

And the liner falls through the blue sky
And the liner falls through the blue sky
And somewhere off Ireland
Somewhere in the cold Atlantic swell
The Lusitania is still on time
The Lusitania is still on time
The Lusitania is still on time
He picks it from the mud
He washes it under a tap
And its hull starts to shine
Just like it was always on time
Out on the Atlantic
In the deep cold swell
The Lusitania has been blown to hell
The Lusitania has been blown to hell
The Lusitania has been blown to hell
So quiet on the Serpentine
Nannies pushing carriages
Little boys running behind
And out on the Atlantic
The Lusitania’s on time
And his parents are still alive…

THREAT OF RAIN

Standing looking out on my garden
everything seems OK
Hasn’t been a storm for three months
Fields are needing rain
Where was it we were going
When the black clouds turned grey
Seems like the whole world
Is living with the threat of rain

I watched my father die
It wasn’t a pretty sight
I spent the last five years
living with the threat of rain
I see the clouds coming in
I wonder about my death
Wonder about the threat of rain
The threat of rain will it take my friends away

We’re all living with the threat of rain
oh lord the threat of rain
I go down on my knees and pray
With the threat of rain
Relieve me from the threat of rain
Relieve me from the threat of rain