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The Old Man and the C Chord

by Chris Coole

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1.
My life is small, but it’s not broken so I leave my grievances unspoken and try think about all the little things that make it feel alright But then some wayward sentimental feeling can blow right in and leave me reeling I’ll be damned if I can tell you where it comes from then where it even goes Freewill, luck, and fate I like to think about them, but I always lose my place I’m still just trying to get solid on a way to be I’m leaning hard upon the mystery I knew a man once who came unfurled trying to make some sense of this old world sometimes he’d come down to the bar and we’d drink after the show Once he told me “all those songs you were just singing all they are is just beginnings But, the verses and that chorus that’s no guarantee for what’ll happen in the end” I’m still here thinking about what he said It seemed so pure and heaven sent but I guess he was just trying to share with me his point of view upon the mystery Sometimes I wake up only to find I’m unsure on my feet and in my mind and the song that I was singing it’s not the same song I was singing yesterday I’ve got no secret I can tell you brother except lay one foot down in front of the other and try to think about all those little things that make it feel alright ‘Cause, Yesterday it all made sense now it beats me where all that sense went on one hand I’m content to just let it be but on the other hand I’m sitting high up on the mystery The view is pretty, but it’s sure not plain to see I’m leaning hard upon the mystery
2.
i passed a man on the street today he was all alone, but he had a lot to say I guess he must have lost his way along the line I looked at him, but not to stare just so he’d see that I saw that we were both there seems like I see him everywhere I go these days It’s hard times in this town of mine you’d have to be asleep not to feel the change all those wildflowers in among the grass waiting for the rain I walked farther down the road to a part of town where we used to go just to let the good times roll back in the day All the joints were boarded up They tried to hold on but I guess they had to give up I sure hope they get some better luck next time It’s hard times in this town of mine it’s not the end, it’s just a shame all those those green pastures where we used to run and play waiting for the rain I met a friend that I had not seen since before this time where we all have been we both used to try to make the scene back in the day She told me that she was moving on couldn’t make ends meet, and would soon be gone headed east to sing her song in another place It’s hard times in this town of mine the good seeds can’t afford a place to stay so they just dry up, and blow away waiting for the rain
3.
It’s hard to dance like nobody’s watching when everybody’s watching It’s hard to live and let live when nobody’s living like me it’s hard to get inside when the whole world is bent on keeping you out I may not be much, but I’m all that I think about I read somewhere that the sun sets and rises eternally I thought about it but I just couldn’t see how it applies to me When I wake up in the morning that old sun’s just sitting there I’m the one running ‘round all day going everywhere man, I swear I was the host of a post about inequality I waited for my friends to love, like, and agree with me but no one cared, no one shared no one noticed my selflessness Just goes to show there ain’t no use in trying to help the lower class Prides a sin, but I must admit, sometimes I can’t help but be proud that I’ve made it as a self-made man I claimed my god-given place in this meritocracy I only wish mom and dad had lived long enough to see they left it all to me. When I die I hope that I am remembered for humility an uncommon wit and natural ability but in death, I won’t hold my breath for I can see It’s gonna be a long time before this world appreciates a guy like me
4.
I woke up scared just for being alive told myself it would be alright I didn’t believe a word I said just went back inside my head half a mile felt like a world away all up hill on a rainy day no time for the things to do the debts are many, but the dollars few I remembered what my old man said he said “when that black cloud gets in my head that’s when I’ve got to rise and shine and try to make the day a friend of mine” Chorus I’m gonna make this day a friend of mine be alive while I do my time without that, there ain’t nothing left it’s a rocky road, but I’ll get there yet It’s day by day, and step by step you never know how many you’ve got left they won’t always start out fine I try to make this day a friend of mine He said “I’ve got something to tell you son and I know it’s easier said than done it’s lessons learned the hard, hard way hit and miss, day to day but you ought to know that it’s in your blood I would have kept it if I could from them to me from me to you the family tree’s been painted blue but when my sun sinks in the west I hope you’ll know that I did my best I may have been the lonesome kind but I tried like hell to make it shine” chorus
5.
My name is Lie, and they say that I come from some far distant shore I started out as sin but now they let me in they don’t call me a lie any more don’t call me Lie no more There was a time I used to be a crime said I was the tongue of the devil but, I got a hold of truth ripped it free from proof until it seemed like I was right there on the level right there on the level Chorus Now I live here, with my mistress Fear we spend our days just blurring up the view I don’t know when they’re gonna put me in my hole again but until then I know just what to do In the days of old, I used to move slow Carried by a whisper and a wink The low road I’d take, moving like a snake Had to take my time to get into the thoughts you think into the thought you think Oh, how I did feel, when you made the deal and put it there for all the world to see you made a thousand friends but every one got sent a siren song that led them right to me Led them right to me Chorus
6.
Delia 04:44
Delia was a gambler, she gambled all around she was a gambling girl, she would lay her money down she’s all I’ve got is gone Delia’s dear old mamma took a trip out west when she returned little Delia had gone to rest she’s all I’ve got is gone Delia’s mamma cried Delia’s mamma moaned wouldn’t have been so bad if that poor girl had died at home she’s all I’ve got is gone Curtis looking high Curtis looking low shot poor Delia down, good people with his fateful forty-four she’s all I’ve got is gone High up on the housetop trying to run away from his sins police and the rounders all looking out for him she’s all I’ve got is gone The judge said to Curtis What’s this noise about? It’s all about those rounders, judge they’re all trying to cut me out she’s all I’ve got is gone Curtis said to the judge what might be my fine? judge said, poor boy you got ninety-nine she’s all I’ve got is gone call your rubber-tired taxis and your double-seated hacks they took poor Delia to the graveyard and she’s never coming back she’s all I’ve got is gone Delia, Delia, how can it be I’m thinking about those brown eyes now I ain’t never gonna see she’s all I’ve got is gone Delia, Delia, how can it be you went down that long road but I’m coming baby wait for me she’s all I’ve got is gone
7.
Spring has come and it’s plain to see pink flower blooming on a crabapple tree blackfly are humming all around my ears but the song of life is all that I can hear Oh my baby, I love you it’s been a long, dark year, but we saw it through The cold winds blew and we had our fights but we hold on until we make it right We held on tight, what can I say? It tried to take its toll on this thing that we got But I’d be damned if I’d ever let you slip away Chorus Because there ain’t no brighter light than a love that survives the darkest night it shines like a fiery thing it sounds like the song of life on the first day of spring Oh my baby, it won’t be long we’ll be half cut dancing to a country song in the backyard, where all the neighbors can see It never made much difference to you or me For every time, there’s a reason hell, we did a lot of growing in that ice-cold season when the snow came down and the ground got hard we kept the fire burning in our backyard Oh we were Dancing in the snow on Christmas Eve When you can make it shine on a long winter’s night When the storm’s coming down it’s bound to make you believe
8.
Ode to Champ 03:10
Well, I’ll tell you a something and you know I’m not braggin’ but I’ve got me a 96 Corolla wagon It’s one part jalopy and bit of a scamp some might call it a “beater” but I call him Champ He’s that light golden colour that they call champagne standard transmission and he don’t break the bank he’s got a funky old stereo that only plays tapes I’ve got one of Tom Petty that sounds especially great He took me fishing for brook trout on the Great Northern Highway we got stuck in a windstorm on the Burlington Skyway he’ll push through the snow and the rain, and the ice ya he might be an old car but isn’t he nice? Well, you need a mechanic and mine’s Derek Guan he keeps Champ rolling on the road that he’s on The way I know this banjo he knows old Toyotas he’ll tell it to you straight and he will not exploit ya You might think me loopy for singing a song to a beat-up old car that might not be long For this world, but that’s the reason that I’m singing this song So he knows that I appreciate all the stuff that we’ve done So, if you’ve got an old car that don’t let you down takes you all ‘or the country and all round the town why not change up the oil and fill up the tank It’s the least you can do a nice way to say thanks
9.
Hop, skip, and a jump start shine your love-light on my heart oh baby, make me come alive you’ve always been my lucky muse now won’t you give me something I can use just one spark and I will derive I’m looking for a song about love think about it in a way no one else thought of gotta be a simple song the kind that makes folks want to sing along ain’t it a hell of a way to spend your time staring at your belly button trying to make it rhyme But I’m up for the fight cause ya just never know when you might get it right ya know that I’m, every time I’m gonna try to make it rhyme Got a Stetson hat from a second hand store got an old paperback from Louis L'Amour I’m sipping whiskey straight from the bottle any fool can tell that I’m an old soul in the modern world just trying to make it roll anachronistically full throttle Oh, now I’m looking for a cowboy tale I’m riding my pony on the dusty trail a city slicker in a western show but I got a pretty good yo-delay-he-ho ain’t it a hell of a way to spend your time playing make believe, and trying to make it rhyme But I’m up for the fight cause you just never know when you might get it right ya know that I’m, every time I’m gonna try to make it rhyme I’ve been picking this guitar more than I ought a but you can’t catch a fish unless your lines in the water I’m the old man and the C chord the big fish come to those who wait but, it’s hard to know if ya got the right bait won’t you send me a sign Lord ‘Cause I’ve been float’n round this old lake since early in the morning, for heaven’s sake where the hell can this all end I’m writing a song about writing a song, again ain’t it a hell of a way to spend your time, trolling ‘round waiting for one more line But I’m up for the fight cause you just never know when you might get it right ya know that I’m, every time I’m gonna try to make it rhyme
10.
Patiently waiting for the morning sky ever since the sun went down you’ve all but grown out of wondering why it’s a restless peace you’ve found You’ve learned not to be afraid of this deal you never made a deals a deal, after all and when you get your side it’s a deal that lets you fly fly until it’s time to fall Then you’re right back here looking for the dawn again where the darkness ends and the light begins but, you know there’s no use to curse the night because it seems like only darkness that can give that light The long shadow of the evening shade always catches up somehow no use in running, so you just put away that precious thing for now And there’s something that they say that might make it go away it doesn’t need to be so dark so long but you’ve got a voice inside that rings with doubt and pride and it wonders where the song comes from So now you’re right back here looking for the dawn again where the darkness ends and the light begins but, you know there’s no use to curse the night because it seems like only darkness that can give that light

about

With the exception of one cover, the ­­songs here were written between spring 2020, and summer 2022.

Obviously, this was a time of forced reckoning on a societal level, but I think for many, on a personal level as well. For those of us "un-essentials" lucky enough to have had a decent place to “shelter in place” (no small thing), and no children to school, the unprecedented full-stop that happened in all our lives left us with a unique opportunity for self-reflection and creativity (interspersed with freaking out about germs, making bread, binge watching, etc.).

For me, it was the longest I’d been off the road for about 15 years. I recognized that this blank time-canvas was actually something that I’d been craving for a while. I found myself up before dawn most mornings playing music in a way that I hadn’t in a long time - not preparing for anything in particular – in fact, not even sure that there would be anything to prepare for anymore – just letting it go in whatever direction it wanted to go in, for however long it wanted to go there.

The direction it seemed to want to go most often was to write folk songs on a lovely 100-year-old guitar about the stuff that was on my mind at the time. And there was no shortage of stuff on my mind - I was reckoning with the approach of my 50th year on the planet, in love, navigating my own mental health journey, and coming to grips with the death of a parent. I was thinking about gratitude a lot, and even more in awe of nature than usual. I was taking stock of a career choice that on some days felt something like destiny, and on others felt like a 30-year vanity project. And although the world seemed to be on fire, there was a feeling of hope that wouldn’t seem to go away...what an absolutely perfect storm for a folk singer!

I recorded these songs piece by piece over the course of the last two years – sort of as they’d arrive. My long-time friend, collaborator, poly-math, and all-around mensch Andrew Collins recorded the album for me. As we’d both gotten into working with video during COVID, we often either filmed the sessions or made more theatrical videos after the fact. I released some of these songs as “singles” to the streaming services but had always thought of them as part of a whole album.
This is an album of mostly duets. I recorded all of these songs solo, but often added one more instrument, played by a special guest, to add just a bit of colour and vibe. You’ll hear Burke Carroll on pedal steel, Ivan Rosenberg on dobro, Andrew Collins on mandolin, Gavin Bradley Gardiner on organ, Andrew Downing on bass, John Williams on clarinet, John Showman on violin, and Lyle Molzan on drums. Thanks, guys.

Finally, I want to make note of the beautiful and evocative cover of this album. It was done by my friend Nico Laroche-Humby. I sent him some examples of vintage covers from the Hemingway novel “Old Man and the Sea” and asked him to try and capture the vibe. My one request was to have the setting/rising sun in it somewhere, as the relationship between light and darkness is a reoccurring theme on the album. Look at what he came up with. Thank you Nico!

credits

released November 6, 2022

Chris Coole - Guitar, Banjo, Vocals
John Showman - Violin (track 1)
Andrew Downing - Bass (track 2)
Ivan Rosenberg - Dobro (track 2)
John Williams - Clarinet (track 3)
Burke Carrol - Pedal Steel (track 4)
Andrew Collins - Mandolins (track 7)
Lyle Molzan - Drums (track 9)
Gavin Gardiner - Wurlitzer, Melotron (track 10)

Recorded, Mixed, Mastered - Andrew Collins at Sytesounds
Additional recording on track 9,10 - Gavin Gardiner
Cover Art - Nico Humby

All Songs written by Chris Coole (SOCAN), except track 6 (traditional)

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