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No Human Tongue Can Tell

by Jim Younger's Spirit

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1.
There was a man called Robert Younger The young Robert was now slowly dying Sayin’ what a bad piece of business it was Indeed And very foolish Where’s the good boy gone? Where’s the good boy gone? He’s gone down to death’s door He’s gone down to his grave When the hour of goin’ came He was still layin’ behind the bars He must die in prison, they said, Of the poor boy dyin’, the poor boy dyin’ He’s but a shadow now He’s but a shadow now Where’s the good boy gone? Where’s the good boy gone? He’s gone down to death’s door He’s gone down to his grave A last picture was took At the eve of Robert’s death The faint smiles can’t hide The sorrow in their eyes He’s but a shadow, he’s but a shadow, he’s but a shadow now He’s but a shadow, he’s but a shadow, he’s but a shadow now He’s but a shadow, he’s but a shadow, he’s but a shadow now
2.
Clean your gun and brush your horse You might not need them tho’ Bid farewell to your beloved And love her right tonight For you might not see her soon When it’s done Spin a yarn with the boys Tell the tales your uncles told But keep in mind you’ll be alone When war comes When it’s done Spin a yarn with the boys Tell the tales your uncles told But keep in mind you’ll be alone When war comes Boys, no matter where you’re from Your father’s yellin’ your mother’s howlin’ ‘cause there’s no hope on the battlefront And your names will soon Be forgotten When it’s done Spin a yarn with the boys Tell the tales your uncles told You might not be alone When it comes
3.
Western Song 04:27
I look at my poor face on the greasy window of the train Sudden flashes of light show Pale moving shadows And I can’t help but see Your skin As white as lilies In the shadowy glade that day / that day You were so bold to meet me there And make me forget my hands Are red with blood That I killed men and did not regret it much Regret it much Your body soft and young Made me forget I killed men That my hands are still Covered with blood We fought from the bush We hid in the woods We roamed the roads at night To us belonged Punishment and reward But I can never pay you back For what you’ve done for me No wind favors he who has no more a home No wind favors the one who has no more a home All night through I remembered the past while the train sped along the country Most people look before themselves when they’d better look inside Most people look before themselves when they’d better look inside And recall the evil done All night through I remembered the past All night through I remembered the past All night through…I remembered the past
4.
Them rascals could steal the coins off a dead man’s eyes They stole land that weren’t theirs Then bought it back at a cheapest price That’s how the rail’d been built And farmers sent farther west They laid down the law and so did we Robbing banks and trains Tell me who should Go to the gallows ‘cause them, banksters, they’d steal the coins of a dead man’s eyes Their culture, their mansions, nothing can hide The dark side Of the guilded age overlords Don’t tell me tall tales ‘bout self-made-men ‘cause back then the rich got richer And honesty was… Out of fashion I’ve seen a good deal of the world I’ve seen them scoundrels Fooling others into the hope of… …getting rich We couldn’t beat steam, iron and coal We weren’t heroes of a mythic age Just their outlines Standing against the blank white light In an empty street at noon We weren’t pure But we never stole the coins off… …a dead man’s eyes The coins off a dead man’s /the coins off a dead man’s eyes
5.
She’s the raven’s daughter she’s… The coyote’s sister She sings alone in deep woods She’s after you Ou-hou-ou-hou-ou... ou-hou-ou-hou Her eyes have seen a thousand years She feels hidden things and hidden thoughts She lives where the sky seems to touch the lands She can read the signs She’s a charmer, she’s a cheater, she’s the trickster You’ll be her lover Can you trust her? Ou-hou-ou-hou She winds herself all around you And you don’t move She’s a wild horse, she’s on you Desire fills you, you let her do Ou-hou-ou-hou She’s a charmer, she’s a cheater, she’s the trickster She’s your lover Do you trust her? She’s a charmer, she’s a cheater, she’s the trickster Ooooooooh You do love her You’re after her Oh you need her Ou-hou-ou-hou-ou etc.
6.
Dead bodies now and then Dead bodies now and then He wants to run away from the streams of blood that pour into the ground From the horses gaping bellies, from their dead wide open eyes From wounded young men crying, from their wild wide open eyes Men in the woods trying to hide, men with no jaw, men torn to pieces Then a poor house, the old woman's shot dead, the little girl cries and kittens play as if nothing ever happened He fires up into the sky Forms shrouded in the smoke Scattered army things Forms shrouded in the smoke Scattered army things The battlefield still echoes with the sound of guns Camp fires glow far away He holds on to the trees Trying to guess which side has won A lost and lonesome young boy Walks alone in a wasteland Theirs be the guilt, theirs be the guilt A lost and lonesome young boy Walks alone in a wasteland Theirs be the guilt, theirs be the guilt Scattered army things Wild wide open eyes Dead wide open eyes Wild wide open eyes Now and then now and then Dead bodies now and then Wild wide open eyes Dead open eyes Wild wide open eyes Horses gaping bellies Dead wide open eyes Wild wide open eyes Dead wide open eyes
7.
It was in the early springtime All in the month of May This young man in deep sorrow From home went away His parents locked in slumber He bid his last farewell What agony he suffered No human tongue can tell And he sank beneath the waves No fathers hand to save No mother there to guide him He filled the watery grave The moon in all her glory Was shining from the sky He started on his journey Away from home to die He went to the river He stood upon the shore And thought of home and loved ones Whom he'd see, o, never more He'd left two loving brothers Friends to mourn their lost Two broken hearted parents Must bear the heavy cross And the moon in all her glory Was softly shining down As he stood aside the river Then he jumped in to drown No father there to save No mother there to save No mother there to plead with him He filled a watery grave We found him in the evening And the sun was bending low He'd risen to the surface And floated to the shore We put him in his coffin And hauled him to his grave And laid him there to rest And wait the Judgement day He sank beneath the waves No fathers hand to save No mother near to guide him He filled a watery grave
8.
Stories have been told for years ‘bout the lone girl Of the misty hills She’s still up there She cursed a man for shooting her love He wore a shining star She cursed him to hell but he’s back again That white man that done her wrong Up in the misty hills She’s often seen Sitting on the porch At night her spirit joins her lover’s soul ’til the break of day At dawn her body still asks for more But the black cat has run away That same night She reminded of her lover’s arms When they met in the dark When they have been seen and blamed When they’ve been spied out and chased At dawn she saw a shining star on a white man’s chest She said… You can’t kill me no matter how hard you try At dawn she saw… She said… I’ll be creeping all around you… Up in the misty hills Don’t you hear that lonesome cry?

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released August 17, 2018

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Jim Younger's Spirit Aix En Provence, France

Psych rock laced with blues and folk sonorities, telling dark and tragic tales infused with fuzz guitars, acid organs or weird jew’s harp. Based upon historical testimonies or fantasized, our songs are inspired by Jim Younger’s life, an almost limitless backdrop dealing with various historical subjects - Civil War, Indian Wars, social struggles…, or introspective feelings - regrets and redemption. ... more

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