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Songs from Quarantine

by Bank of Ireland

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1.
P.J.P. 03:47
poor John Prine hope you had nothin left to do the days are long time is easy passin’, you you may not hear but they’ll write a hundred songs on the day you die poor John Prine i hope they find when they’re going through your things some old cassettes with some songs you meant to sing but did forget and that bright day we’ll hear you singing yet feels like now you’re really gone one more chance to prove us wrong hope to hear you sing that song that goes like this... and then goes on hey John Prine i’ll bet you’re really riding high in a classic car from some old era that’s gone by on the radio there’ll be a ballgame or some local country show and every time your car breaks down may there be some bar around with an early evening crowd and a jukebox not too loud and a little conversation soft and low.. and there you go i’ll wait right here for that Monday evening train commuter rail that’ll bring me home again maybe crack a beer to nurse while I sit watch the world that slides on by poor John Prine hope you had nothin left to do the days are sad time is easy passin’ through i hope you’ll hear about all the songs we wrote on the day you die poor John Prine poor John Prine
2.
If you knew a bar where you could work off a twenty With an invited friend and have him not spend any. Wouldn't you be there whenever you're able? You'd rush through the scrub up and clearing the table. And kiss your old lady and tell her so long Or throw an arm 'round her and bring her along. If you knew the bar could you tell me I'm wrong? If you knew some people who'd be there more than others And one who last evening your drinks all had covered. Who once drove down from Boston with a six pack of beer When the doctor said all of your tests came back clear. And sometimes there's only one old man alone He sips Rolling Rock and sits there like a stone. 'Cause sometimes a bar is as sad as a home. Doors will be closed if it's slow by eleven There's a fishing trip planned the next morning at seven. And me I'll be walking through the old parts of town Humming a line from an old song I found. Melody might be the one thing it lacks 'Cause don't you know they don't play music at Jack's!
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I click on the tv, I stare at the wall If not for the heat pipes, there'd be no sound at all I pick up the phone, and I ring you What else could I do? I gave up on Sundays, I stay home instead If the good Lord should need me, well I'll be in bed Here at St. Mattress of the Springs We pray the phone rings. I could work at the factory, or shop at the mall What's good for the country, isn't good for us all I could look to your window, or look to the stars Or walk down the street 'til it leads to the bar A party will be there, a party of one I don't need anyone.

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released May 1, 2020

Peri DeLorenzo - voice, violin
Mark Dobbyn - voice, guitar, pedal steel, accordion
Paul Defiglia - upright bass, piano, organ
Malachi DeLorenzo - drums, background vocals, mixing, pseudo-mastering

All songs written by Bank of Ireland

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Bank of Ireland Warren, Rhode Island

Bank of Ireland is music written, borrowed, begged, and stolen by Peri Delorenzo and Mark Dobbyn.

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