Goodloe Byron

Goodloe Byron

 Middletown, Maryland, USA
BandBluesSinger/Songwriter

A kind of weirdo blues music with a literary element and a strange voice.

Biography

Basically I spent a couple years working on books instead of music. Nobody really wanted these books, they were a bit heavy. But I liked them all the same. So I decided that I would come back to Maryland. I started working for a couple publishers as a book cover designer and typesetting interiors. Once I had saved up about ten thousand bucks I printed up a whole bunch of books and then drove around the country leaving them behind in coffee shops and bookstores, or handing them out on the street. This went on for about four years.

I now have decided to step over and make songs that are derivative of literature instead of the other way around. It is much cheaper and people seem to like it more anyways.

Lyrics

Ain't For Me

Written By: Goodloe Byron

I broke myself to build a house
to house a broken man
in retrospect my one mistake
was following my plan
now the residents are lining up
and they're drawing lots for my clothes
I'll set my hand against this tree
you watch it fill up with crows

'Cause it ain't for me
it ain't for me
it is my dream
but it ain't for me

And I once walked through paradise
my feet left scars of earth
and now dead saints have come to doubt
and the harps have lost their mirth
I did not wait to be harassed
I left for the plain of exiles
I hoped one day I could return
but I haven't hoped that for a while

Chorus

I dragged myself into the hall
I listened to the speech
I held my hand out for the wine
but it was withdrawn from reach
some will find shelter in this glass
but you, it'll just get you drunk
I can drink deeply of the divine
but it can't reach the depth that i've sunk

Chorus

The Setting Sun

Written By: Goodloe Byron

You can lay down
Your day has passed
was not the first
won’t be the last
those knots you tied
will come undone
they won’t hold up
the setting sun

The wind leafs through
the book of man
when no one is left
to understand
it will not form
a question
it cannot rue
the setting sun

the rain corrodes
the tin soldier
each night is long
life is a blur
when the fog clears
left standing none
glory’s glitter
goes with the sun

crimes worse than mine
the world forgave
wealthier ones
have been enslaved
much weaker hands
been called upon
to lift the stones
beneath the sun

This Here is the Night

Written By: Goodloe Byron


Well this man over here,
with the cork in his ears
Ain’t much now, but he used to be moses

There will be no flowers
for three hundred years
This here ain’t a place for no roses

The wolves have passed through the gate
the gods now hang in stalemate
Ain’t no roads leading out of town
The sun is coming down

Cause this here is the night
This here is the Night
This here is the night my dear
The sun is coming down

You can tell Dr Dan
he better steady his hand
He’ll have to operate in the darkness

Cause the old candle boy
has got his candle destroyed
they ain’t selling none in the market

The guide has gone down the hill
There are rumors that he was killed
It don’t matter if the lost are found
The sun is coming down

Cause this here is the night
This here is the night
this here is the night my dear
The sun is coming down

Never go toe to toe
with Mr Saramago
his eyes are going to rise above you

On this ship you get to pick
between the oar and the whip
beware when evil things come to love you
The everbride is burning her gown
the watchman has been unwound
the earth is now made underground
The sun has fallen down

Cause this here is the night
This here is the night
This here is the night my dear
The sun has fallen down

Mayor Sally

Written By: Goodloe Byron

Mayor Sally’s always dapper
he always wears a vest
but in the center of his eye
sits a darkness he can’t dress

Well he stands at five foot nothin
he might ask you for a hand
but though it might seem innocent
don’t comply with his demand

Won’t somebody kill that Mayor Sally
Won’t someobody kill that Mayor Sally

On the trail he kissed some babies
To show that he was kind
now everyone is wonderin why
so many children are mad and blind

On the night of the election
he slept inside a badgers den
and the tickets to his reception
were printed on the scalps of men

Won’t somebody kill that Mayor Sally
Won’t someobody kill that Mayor Sally

He said we gotta lure in the tourists
so he took out a bunch of loans
but I ain’t seen no one come out
of that house he made of bones

We gotta do what’s good for business
even though it might be hard
but no one knew he was talkin bout
the business of graveyards

Won’t somebody kill that Mayor Sally
Won’t someobody kill that Mayor Sally

He’s a master of the handshake
his opponent always screams
cause each mornin he dips his hand
in a box of shattered dreams
When he holds a conversation
one eyes always on the floor
on tuesdays he says he gets Tourettes
so he might call your wife a whore

Won’t somebody kill that Mayor Sally
Won’t someobody kill that Mayor Sally

His office abounds with gospels
but it aint what you suppose
he just needs somethin to sit on
when he takes off all his clothes

He says he’s read his Hammurabi
and that’s the reason why
on the second story of his house
he keeps a bathtub full of eyes

Won’t somebody kill that Mayor Sally
Won’t someobody kill that Mayor Sally

I just found a box of bullets
that’s as far as I have planned
and if I cannot find a gun
i’ll just drive them in by hand

well the judge he might condemn me
I won’t wash my hands of red
and I have no fear of judgment day
cause the devil’s already dead

I just had to go and kill that Mayor Sally
I just had to go and kill that Mayor Sally
I just had to go and kill that Mayor Sally

Discography

Monstrous Blues, 2010