Behind the Eight Ball

by Mickey Rickshaw

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released November 1, 2016

Drums recorded at Jumping Jack Studios

All other instruments recorded AT HOME by sound engineer Alex Katz in Allston Mass.

Mixing: Alex Katz

Mastering: New Alliance East in Cambridge Mass

Destitution Road: written by Alistair Hulett and Roaring Jack
The Gael: written by Dougie MacLean

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Track Name: Rats in Allston
Stuck behind the eight ball of an antiquated system, you fell into the rhythm of the cage.
Education failed you, and after that, they jailed you.
And now you're on your ass with bitter age.
You can warm yourself with whiskey, warm yourself with gin, sleep out on the church steps, but they're not gonna let you in.
Their savior was a failure when you're sleeping in the rain.
The pouring water passes like your life into the drain.

When the sun goes down on the west in a cold cold world that we're lost in,
You'll be sleeping in the gutter, face down with the rats in Allston.

Stuck in the clink, you'll wind up dead. At least you had a roof on your head.
A hot and a cot and a daily bread.
Out on the streets, you don't have a name. You've cut all your ties, you're living in vain.
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain.
You're begging for survival, you're begging for a buck, you're begging for a second chance, but nobody gives a fuck.
Employment's not an option with a record and no skills.
Stuck behind the eight ball, it's the system that had you killed.
Track Name: Robbed in Mariscal
There's a target out on me cus I've got what they need.
Surrounded in a city where I can't even breathe.
Up from behind with no warning at all-
and then he dips into the urban sprawl.

Robbed in Mariscal on a saturday
All the people watching turned their heads away
Inner city violence never gonna change.
gringo gringo, dinero dame!

He's got the Devil's Breath.
I've got the gringo eyes.
We're victims of the circumstances - victims of the times.
Up from behind with no warning at all-
and then he dips into the urban sprawl.

Robbed in Mariscal on a saturday
All the people watching turned their heads away
Inner city violence never gonna change.
gringo gringo, dinero dame!

Scopalamina!

Robbed in Mariscal on a saturday
All the people watching turned their heads away
Inner city violence never gonna change.
gringo gringo, dinero dame!
Track Name: Destitution Road
SONG BY ALISTAIR HULETT OF ROARING JACK

In the Year Of The Sheep and the burnin’ time
They cut our young men in their prime
The old Scots way was a hangin’ crime
For the Gaels of Caledonia
There’s a den for the fox, a hedge for the hare
A nest in the tree for the birds of the air
But in a’ Scotland there’s no place there for the Gaels of Caledonia

But there’s no use getting’ frantic
It’s time tae hump yer load
Across the wild Atlantic
On the Destitution Road

The bailiff came wi’ the writ and a’
And the gallant lads of the Forty Twa
They drove ye oot in the sleet and snaw
The Gaels of Caledonia
When yer house was burned and yer crops as well
Ye stood and wept in the blackened shell
And the winter moor was a living hell
For the Gaels of Caledonia

The plague and the famine they dragged ye doon
As ye made yer way tae Glesga toon
Where ye’d heard o’ a ship that was sailin’ soon
For the shores of Nova Scotia
And ye sold yer gear, ye paid yer fare
Wi’ yer heid held high though yer heart was sair
And ye bid farewell forever mair
Tae the glens of Caledonia

The land was cleared and the deal was made
Noo an English lord in a tartan plaid
He struts and stares as the memories fade
Of the Gaels of Caledonia
And he hunts the deer in the lonely glen
That once was home to a thousand men
And the wind on the moor sings a sad refrain
For the Gaels of Caledonia
Track Name: Grey Water
The water's cold and grey, but it may not be tomorrow.
Walk away, forget about your sorrow.
I may be here today, but maybe not in the days to follow.
Walk away, forget about your sorrow.

And it's one for the work. One for the play.
One for the one that you let get away.
At the end of the day when you've spent all your pay,
and you're down on your luck, you can walk away.

I'm sitting still today, but I'll be on the road tomorrow.
Walk away, forget about your sorrow.
From the shores of Galway Bay to the cobblestones of Carlow,
Walk away forget about your sorrow.

And it's one for the work. One for the play.
One for the one that you let get away.
At the end of the day when you've spent all your pay,
and you're down on your luck, you can walk away
Track Name: Monday Warning
I never wanted to grow old,
but when you're 17, you just can't face the cold.
And I've taken some hits, and felt the heat
from screaming down the road of a dead end street.

And my heroes, they said to me,
"When you fall down, you get back up on your feet."
And there's just one thing, that you've gotta know,
You can not take it with you when you go.

We said we'd never follow blindly.
We'd never fall behind.
We'd never settle for a life that would leave our souls behind.
Or let them drown in the common troubles of an ordinary life.
We'd keep that fire in our souls alive and burning bright.

And I always said that I'd never change.
And to this day, I still feel the same.
But I look around at what still remains,
And I guess that's what they call growing pains.

And I fought that clarity.
That lifts the veil and shows you what could be.
Didn't want to know- didn't want to see
what happened to that everlasting plea.

We said we'd never follow blindly.
We'd never fall behind.
We'd never settle for a life that would leave our souls behind.
Or let them drown in the common troubles of an ordinary life.
We'd keep that fire in our souls alive and burning bright.
Track Name: Ivy
Cork City rain, it was half past three.
I made my way down Patrick's Quay.
Alone in the cold was standing she,
The girl with eyes of ivy.

We shared a smoke, "how was your night?"
She choked back tears that she couldn't fight.
"What the fuck happened to my life?"
She looked at me and she said:

The world is more than a testing ground
and you'll have to build what you once burned down.
You can choose to fight, you can choose to drown,
but the world is more than a testing ground.

Remember when you didn't give a fuck about the world?
And you dreaded the days that you were gonna have to pay
for the people that you dragged through the mud.
You never gave a fuck about the people that you hurt.
And in the rain outside of a hostel, you've got bloodstains on your shirt.

The world is more than a testing ground
and you'll have to build what you once burned down.
You can choose to fight, you can choose to drown,
but the world is more than a testing ground.
Track Name: 18 Minutes Down
They hit the starboard bow.
We're taking water now.
The vessel's going down.
The sharks are circled 'round.

An engine, an order, a trigger, a boarder.
A U-20 with a thirst for blood
Faster than a liner's scud

They hit the starboard bow.
We're taking water now.
The vessel's going down.
The sharks are circled 'round.
An engine, an order, a trigger, a boarder.
With SOS in sound, 18 minutes down!

Over one thousand good men and women
were taken to the bottom of the sea.
Over a million good civilians
could only watch from the shore and count the casualties.
An engine, an order, a trigger, a boarder.
They sunk em just to watch em drown
Sunk em just to make a sound.
The Kaiser was knocking,
the whole world was watching.
One trigger brought the world to war,
1915 what was it for?!
Track Name: Nonprofit Warfare
Can you smell the gasoline?
Aleppo City's burning.
And nobody's learning from a bloody history.
Can you hear the screams of a fleeting generation?
Across a bleeding nation two hundred thousand sleep.

Hush little Sarah, don't close your eyes tonight.
We've got to cross before the morning light.
Boarder guards will chase us, prisoners they'll make us.
The western world can sleep without a care.
It's nonprofit warfare.

And while the world is fast asleep,
Aleppo City's burning.
Your mother, she was hurting.
She didn't want you to hear her weep.
and so we left this rubble land
that buried our relations.
Set off for a nation across the salty sea.

Hush little Sarah, don't close your eyes tonight.
We've got to cross before the morning light.
Boarder guards will chase us, prisoners they'll make us.
The western world can sleep without a care.
It's nonprofit warfare.

And as the ocean pulled you farther, I lost you to the water.
And as the ocean pulled you farther, I lost you to the water.

Can you smell the gasoline?
Aleppo City's burning.
And nobody's learning from a bloody history.
Can you hear the screams of a fleeting generation?
Across a bleeding nation two hundred thousand sleep.

Hush little Sarah, don't close your eyes tonight.
We've got to cross before the morning light.
Boarder guards will chase us, prisoners they'll make us.
The western world can sleep without a care.
It's nonprofit warfare.
Track Name: One Life
Look back to the past and what did you feel?
Were you afraid to get older each year?
Retrace the footsteps that you leave behind,
What have you buried in the back of your mind?

All I know, it's out of our control,
that's all I know, it's out of our control.

Some fall too early, some fall too hard.
Some fall together, and some fall apart.
Some fall from the top, and some fall for heart.
Some have it unfair and fall from the start.

All I know, it's out of our control,
that's all I know, it's out of our control.

Thats all I know. It's out of our control.
One life.

So I sit by your tombstone and watch the day pass.
The life that we had was just too good to last.
I think of the lessons that carry us through.
The rest of my life I live for two!

All I know, it's out of our control,
that's all I know, it's out of our control.

Thats all I know. It's out of our control.
One life.
Track Name: Albatross
I'm sitting bleeding out.
This heart's still beating now.
This life is fleeting now.
The siren wins again.

If I was a wiser man, I would have stayed away from land.
Pulled my anchor from the sand- mainsail to the wind.

Don't shoot the albatross
Shit luck is bad enough
Battles won, battles lost
The siren wins again

She sang a song to pull you in
Smashed against the rocks again
Red sky at 5 AM
Your luck is all you've got

Phase two, broken down
driftwood and a stolen crown
siren song, siren sound
the siren wins again.

Gotta get up like before
dying on a foreign shore
she's killed for less, she's killed for more
she's gonna kill again.

Don't shoot the albatross
Shit luck is bad enough
Battles won, battles lost
The siren wins again

She sang a song to pull you in
Smashed against the rocks again
Red sky at 5 AM
Your luck is all you've got