Matcham Caine

Matcham Caine

 Byron Bay, New South Wales, AUS
BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

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Lyrics

Uncle Sam Blues

Written By: Matcham Caine

Uncle Sam Blues

I’ve got a woman called Uncle Sam
She holds a knife and a pistol in her right hand
I wouldn’t mind but in her left hand she holds my shoes
Look out boys I think I know just what I’ve gotta do

I went into the desert where a man named Hank
Said Uncle Sam she took a pill when she jumped out from the lake
At least I think that’s what I heard Hank say
Sit down he said and what’s your business anyway

I told him about the wars and the swelling in the sky
How I kinda lost my way and it kinda makes me cry
To sit here singing these Mississippian gutbucket blues
Hmmm he said you’d better go back and find your shoes

The desert’s kinda hot there’s an aching in my ear
I’ve walked this road for miles haunted by my fear
That Uncle Sam will find me and bring me to my knees
Why I had to kiss her will always be a mystery

I reached a town called Deadwood it’s a deadly kind of place
Uncle Sam’s been seen here, blood splattered on her face
A native tried to neck her now in the ditch he lies
With a hammer and a sickle she gouged out both his eyes

Let me tell the story of the story how we met
She was dressed up in suspenders, her dress was tight and wet
I followed her to her temple where she takes her cups of tea
I thought I came for her when in fact she came for me

When I saw the stinking gibbet I knew I should believe
The Merchant when he told me it was really time to leave
The Sheriff he said is Uncle Sam’s lover now
And the corpse was reassembled from underneath his plough

I hit the road a-wondering exactly what I’d do
I hadn’t ate for days it seemed my days were through
Uncle Sam she’s a merciless and most mercenary Lord
I should have listened to the voice that I ignored

I was hours from starvation when a Mexican came my way
Said he only crossed the border because he heard today
The Whore becomes a Virgin in an imperious twist of fate
‘Bout 12pm Eastern Standard Time, buy your tickets at the gate

He bade me smoke a pipe as he held my sorry head
The desert seemed a dream as I dreamt of home instead
Where parrots flock at sunset and water flows all day
It’s hard to live in splendour till you throw it all away

Did the Whore become a Virgin I verily hear you ask
Do Liars seek Salvation, do true Kings where a mask
I’m a rabbit on the run and you ask me what I know
Nobody has the answers until the end we go

The sun is hot and hungry exactly like I am
It’ll stay that way forever while I a breathing man
Will vaporise to nothing and to yearn will slip away
Uncle Sam can keep my shoes, I won’t need them anyway.

END

Valediction (Not in Mourning)

Written By: Matcham Caine

Valediction (Not in Mourning)

Take this, my dying body
Take it, my burning soul
Break down my defences
And I’ll stand before you whole
Bury me deep in your bosom
Never let me go

I was once like you are
Vital in my own way
The future was my oyster
I’d be somebody some day
I am not sorry
I won’t take pity to the grave

You who look upon me
As upon the winds of death
Know inside me is a child
And he’s not forgotten yet
He looks out with eyes open
And he’s dancing a minuet

I have tried to not do Evil
I only wanted for the best
I don’t claim a life of virtue
I wouldn’t stoop to that pretence
Consciousness was my endeavour
Where it goes I can only guess

Bring me fruit and flowers
But don’t dwell upon my fate
Celebrate with the living
The other stuff can wait
So much wisdom in your eyes
Don’t let it go to waste

I am buckled from exhaustion
I am hungry, my mouth is dry
There is no dignity in it
No matter how hard you try
Tell my son I love him dearly
Memories never die

Take this, my dying body
Take it, my burning soul
Break down my defences
And I’ll stand before you whole
Bury me deep in your bosom
Never let me go

END