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Hinterland Blues

by Caboose

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Steve It's my humble opinion that these guys should be one of the biggest names in blues music. They combine an amalgam of influences from all over the world to create music that is soulful & emotional, the essence of the blues. And it doesn't hurt that it kicks ass. "Landslide" still gives me chills after 100's of listens. So hop on board🤘 Favorite track: Landslide.
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My friends are getting jobs I was not meant to do ambition's their condition that's what they've been told, the state locked up the door the burocracy threw away the key frustration did the rest, along with TV Elsewhere, (they) put a fence on the borders persuade me to let in where the job is at hand and the wellness out of reach you can call it American nightmare or just European dream you’d better keep your eyes wide open in the city that never sleeps in the land of no return everywhere I go 'Independence' is the bone they let you keep once you've been a good dog working all the time, for free there's no exception, nor satisfaction, headway or thrill in the land of opportunities for all the starving man gets killed in the land of no return everywhere I go I deleted from my bones every number and name waitin'to melt myself into thousand different shapes, again I sent all my beliefs to hell soon I'll follow them too all the rest I got I owe it all to you in the land of no return
It took him 40 years and more to love the place where he comes from and now he got back and everybody calls him: poet he's almost sixty years old left the family when he was young set on climbing over the fence he was held behind it seems just a man passing by young boys try to catch his eyes but his sight is far beyond close to the things they still don't know his presence plays a tiny sound that sorrounds him like a cloud his hands are fragile, shivering leaves the pace is proud, the mind is free he tried out drugs and felt the fear has been down'n out for years now he's back and the people barely know he's dead No one will name a road after him least of all will read the books he wrote for all those he has lost for his mother who always called him: poet for his mother who always called him: love he always celebrated life before vanishing in the tide of time, now he rests beneath a stone saying: don't bury your roots unless you wanna make them bloom unless you wanna watch them grow
Suicide Song 03:42
It ain't the right day to die I wanna see my mom, just to keep her face in mind well well I'm a stranger in a stranger land I've tried to ask some aid, no one cares about my pain well well If I ever have done any good leave it to my girl gave her nothin'else but doom well, well .....do you want to ride? let's ride ! I didn't sign my farewell didn't sign it yet I didn't sign my farewell everything I wrote, I'm gonna tell the Lord, myself well well It ain't the right day to die I bet I wake up soon, wish it was not my last move, well well
Landslide 04:14
The road has been blocked by a landslide, the railway's been wiped out Ol' river flooded tearing down the dam nothing's gonna be the same it seems that I won't call any place "home" again Have you seen, have you seen my father, have you seen him? x2 Well, I saw him by a buyer he was selling his house for gold time to say farewell to the place where you were born run on your own, run on your own goner, run on your own you're on your own, you're your own, goner run on your own you're on your own, goner no matter where you run to for a landslide has burnt all the railway down river flooded all over the ground
Our World 03:29
Our world is a slave civilized by liars, the cave of dreams lit by the flame of desire who are the guilty who play the main role the ones who got money and have took the control How can all the people believe to these fools? How can their superstition become true? We turned on each other and are still told 'Do unto others what's been done to you' I don't want to waste my time by standing here it's a cruel world but it's so real How long you've been waiting how long will you stay? Money keep coming in without making any change Oh no, don't you baby want to see me cry over the border we could give it a try want to buy me a pistol, want to buy me a ring? Brides and killers who can't get no thrill don't blame my condition I won't bury my head those who write the rules are totally mad I don't want to waste my time by standing here it's a cruel world and it's our world
I'll tell you about the suburb the place where I come from You have never seen the traffic of the suburb... one half row red half white it looks immobile to those who look at it not to be understood who departs and who returns so eternal not to be able to cross it and an orange thread over the mountains whose sole purpose is to point out the eastern horizon along the train route which delays departure evades its time of belonging There is a place that goes back to my memory, is a crossroad where the traffic lights are red and blur the sun in cars people alone, lined up The suburb is eternal The suburb is a waiting bud octave of passing time, emphasis on 4 of latin american dances beaten in the back of a church where the patron saint allows himself a Sunday gives everyone a wax blessing the Peace. promises championship and other victories Loneliness measured in kilometres and petrol-filled tanks on fingers of your hand held to the wheel - overtaking a truck a row of negroes cycling Oh Innocent suburb, you assassin! exhaust gases from cars in neutral eat fruit baskets drink engine oil enter houses gathered around television The door is on the road two the roads that take you home someone will perhaps come to visit me tonight I have nothing to do except to put the ear next to the door tell apart the horn the displacement of your four by four swallowed in the spirals of a sheet metal snake approaching white crosses planted along the emergency lane. from my window I see the billboards of a megastore for newlyweds promising TV, discounts on TV anyone wants a TV? till death do us part till sludge devour us Province of earth, province of sea land of roots and lawns, on your skin echoes of memory of greek foundations in the land of none by the grace of someone Beasts on pasture beyond guard-rail have a yoke at the neck widows to mass a mourning knotted under the chin Prostitutes in a circle around crackling fire, waiting for the headlights that let the desire overtake deviation echoes of memory of greek foundations In the velvet of the night I need you I need you radio, I need you cigarette I need you to save me May you be my good luck, the unexpected that fades the contour of shade I want to love you far from here where silence is a choice and silently the desire courts occasion
Bloodhound 04:14
I'm gonna catch that train yes I'm gonna catch that train I've been wandering like a bloodhound on your trail... Got my woman in one land got my job in another so when she falls asleep it's time for me to rise they say: the more you work the better they convinced you 'bout that with television, smiling faces and shit but I’d rather die on a train yes I’d rather die on a train than not see your face, ever again I've been wandering like a bloodhound on your trail Just to recall your face again Ain't got no friends around me ain't got no money in my bill 'cause I'm a walker and let my fate walkin' along Everything left can be scary even if not necessary at all That's why I 'm gonna ride that's why I'm gonna ride that train I'm still wandering like a bloodhound on your trail since I've been on my feet again now look: if this train will ever take me home and that home's mine nobody should tell me what to do, no-one tells me when I take whatta need and everything else I want I'm gonna tell ya yes, I'm gonna tell ya I want to ride yes, I'm gonna ride that train I've been travellin' like a bloodhound on your trail just to recall your face, again


released January 10, 2019

Louis DeCicco - electric guitar, resophonic guitar, voice, lyrics
Carlo Corso - drums, percussion
Biagio Daniele - harmonica, guitar dulcimer
Bruno Belardi - double bass on 1,2,6
Emanuele Carulli - electric bass on 5
Giovanna Salvo Rossi - backing vocals on 4,5

Recorded, mixed and mastered at Kuca Studio by Fadà
between July and October 2018

Produced by Caboose and Fadà

All the lyrics written by Louis DeCicco except nr. 7
by Mississippi Fred McDowell

Cover and booklet photo by Pierluigi Muscolino


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Italian hills, american country and african blues all packed into guitar and drums

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