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Presents Ruthless Ruthie and Other Tall Tales

by Huckleberry Pulpo and The Snug Nuggets

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1.
Blue Collar 04:42
once upon a time I was the backhoe – for anyone who's been down a hole of their own making -- especially when you're making it for someone else ======== Buried a body just today the bitch of it is it was my own head to toe in worm and ashen-ed earth and dust in every bone and when I breathed my lungs with mud are filled until they're full while chewing grit and hardened clay until my teeth are dull sweat became as tears washing mother earth from my face leaving a war painted child of pain frozen in my place and sitting in my dusty tomb a mirror shows the way as hair that once was black as jet slowly fades to grey CHORUS I'm blue collar mean each shovel full another year I got them blue collar fears the marrow gone as muscles scream I got them blue collar dreams the hole below soul above I got them blue collar loves I'm blue collar mean Sitting on my precipice arm propped on my wooden staff a warrior king with stony face forgetting how to laugh all my wounds and scars are hidden neath the grit and grime but you'll see them in my knowing eyes because I don't forget what's mine and any skin that can be see is red from sun's embrace hopeful as each bead of sweat cools the path they trace CHORUS handfuls of dirt pull me up a dead man rising from his grave I drop my wood and steel like the shackles of a slave hold my head high and proud with each slow motion stride as a cloud of smokey dust dances by my side billowing like a brimstone trail my soul finds its way back home and blood finds it's way back thru my veins 'cause my heart was never stone two thoughts crack my earthen skin my future and my love as a smile slowly shapes my face and helps me rise above CHORUS I got blue collar fears I got blue collar means I got blue collar loves I'm blue collar mean
2.
words are drugs ======== found 'em so here's the keys but lost the locks like broken words and missing socks not as great as I remember from before's white flag surrender I'll be discreet my brother just looking for a spark eons gone like counting seconds better watching pots and burning letters cutting wrong wires so I can feel free from the thresher and the pressure my reflections lay on me I'll be discreet my mother just listen to my heart combine unwind chop 'em up I'm fine inhale again where breathing is a sin following the trail just another white line I'll be discreet my lover just looking for a spark
3.
Rising Tide 02:40
the rich use "the rising tide" as an aphorism for the economy... but I ain't singing about finances -- pardon some preaching -- 10 ways to say -- I shouldn't be selfish – got it... and then what...?? ======== be selfless times the infinite love like there's no you lift all ships with every tear and bead of sweat fill all sails with every breath no book needed no fairytale no parable no notes need taken no lecture no lies be kind unwind unburden you divine thou shall love be the rising tide REPEAT
4.
far from these steps this home an open road an open road takes two lefts and then breaks for the highway of the unknown chorus but these days days here don't get much longer the road doesn't get much further from here what are we waiting for fear to erode waiting for the car to start the backdoor to unlock waiting for the laundry the hair to grow waiting for the battery in the clock to die for it to melt if there was snow chorus there are times apprehension is stronger the basis to come inside at night? fear comfort some small hope for tomorrow because when my time runs out i'll have none to borrow chorus
5.
a revolving range creeps in and out of darkness of lightness of what I hear upstairs that unexpeted re-turn of the likeness someone as bold and as unaware who wants the whole cake at least the corner slice Pre-chorus this being alone is an easy price CHORUS running parallel oh so quiet running parallel oh so blind running parallel oh so rare phantom memories cannot match exactly the voice or nearly the mind whoever's it is I've been forced to catch them everyday watch them in every way see one of them as me and sure that love is nice I might even say it twice... Pre-chorus CHORUS and close my eyes once more to see how close I was to the bottom the bottom oh so clear see the other one that I was near I close my door quick and I lock it twice Pre-chorus CHORUS
6.
She 03:23
tell her she's purdy - - the girl -- the woman -- the witch -- the sailors fate -- the feminine -- the divine -- and everything between ======== she got them barefoot cares she got them silver strands and flower up in her hair she wild she free she wild she free chorus like she dipped in love and sunshine just for me she my dirty hippy candy sweet she be siren she be nymph she be mermaid she be the lady of the lake she that summer goddess gracing the breeze with joy with love with ease with joy with love with ease chorus all my hopes at her altar only want to please she be beckoning me she with her trigger finger on the air she with her trigger finger on my heart she with her trigger finger on the air water's fine she be beckoning begging me on water's find baby chorus hazel eyes cutting deep tangled locks to trap and keep like hearts and minds twisting together willow willingly like hearts and minds twisting together willow willingly chorus
7.
Good evening. My name is Esther Abernathy – but everyone has always called me Ruthie. Mama said it was 'cause I'm ruthless – hear her tell it she's pregnant with sextuplets – apparently my siblings and I entered into a highlander style – "there can be only one" tournament style death match... and bing - - here's me little ol' Ruthless Ruthie. I'm 87 years young - - they tell me... they also tell me it's Alzheimer's AND dementia – and just hallucinations Ruthie! Some folks call these years the twilight years – I've taken to calling 'em – the remaining strange. I wrote a song about it – like to hear it? Here it goes! ======== vampire reflections can't look me in the eye and in pain after pane silent screams pass me by blindly waiting at your trough once a glutton for your lies blindly waiting at your trough guess who found their ** eyes wanting a voice to embrace me remind me ground me grace me someone anyone who tells me come – on – said com on home acting the ghost - were you there - did you ever care baby something something about something about a back seat lover I slowed down I go old
8.
Otherside 04:03
a cover - - with some lyrical changes He was my friend – we sang together -- one of the songs we sang... Memorial Tribute for Travis Ashworth 08/10/2019 ======== Chorus How long how long will I slide Separate my side I don't - I don't believe it's bad SOME OF THE BEST TIMES I'VE EVER HAD Heard your voice through a photograph Thought it up and brought up the past Once you know you can never go back YOU had to take it on the otherside Centuries are what it meant to me A cemetery where I marry the sea Stranger things could never change my mind YOU had to take it on the otherside Pre-chorus take it on the otherside take it on - - - take it on Chorus Poured our LIVES INTO THOSE SOLO CUPS The ashtray full and WE'RE spilling our guts I wanna know WAS HE still a slut YOU had to take it on the otherside A scarlet starlet 'BOUT TO TAKE THE STAGE MAKING ART IS HOW WE MADE OUR WAGE YOU PUSH THE DIMMERS AND I'LL PULL THE MAINS YOU gotta take it on the otherside Pre-chorus Chorus Improv out

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My second Piece of 8. LIVE -- no amp, no mic, no mixer, no delusions - - just loud. Joined by some of the snuggest of nuggets. My number 2's -- my sequels and continuations -- the words on repeat rolling thru my mind -- parables – fables – myths – legends - stories... i've heard a few – I've got a few

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released August 20, 2020

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Huckleberry Pulpo Prosser, Washington

I'm a busker - rudimentary acoustic meets caterwauling vocals - unabashed - untrained - toiling at writing songs - just tryna be me. Aspirations? Maybe share something that resonates with someone -- maybe you.

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