Poor Edward
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This is our fourth and last murder ballad of the week. The main character Poor Edward has a woman's face on the back of his head and if Edward were to remove it, it would kill him. At night she speaks to him and it drives Poor Edward to suicide.
Written by Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan
Tim Timebomb-Guitar, Vocals
Anders Mouridsen-Guitar
I Hold Your Hand In Mine
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Murder ballad number three in a row. This one was written by Tom Lehrer, a Harvard Math professor by day, and songwriter by night.
The song is about a man who cuts off his girlfriend's hand so that he can hold it forever.
Written by Tom Lehrer
Tim Timebomb-Guitar,Vocals
Anders Mouridsen-Guitar
The Long Black Veil
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It's Thursday and we have already recorded two murder ballads. This one was a hit in 1959 for Lefty Frizell and was co-written by Marijohn Wilkin, who was a successful Nashville songwriter. The song's about a gravesite that's visited by a woman in a black veil. In that grave is a man who was falsely accused of murder & executed. That man took a secret to the grave with him. The tale is told from his point of view.
Written by Marijohn Wilkin, Danny Dill
Tim Timebomb-Guitar, Vocals
Anders Mouridsen-Guitar
On the Banks of the Old Ohio
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Today we decided to do a murder ballad. Traditional music of the mountains is a great place to start. The Dixon Brothers and the Callahan Brothers recorded this country/blues song in the mid thirties. The Dixon's were Carolina millworkers who played music, & were picked on for being so-called hillbillies & also persecuted by the local police for being so-called communists. The Callahan's were from the same scene, and became successful, but the Dixon's never left their day jobs in the cotton mills. This was some wonderful but dark music that those guys were doing back then.
(Traditional)
Tim Timebomb - Guitar, Vocals
Anders Mouridsen - Guitar, Accordion, Mandolin
Kevin Bivona - Piano
GGF
I grew up living across from Golden Gate Fields race track in the East Bay. My friends and I would collect the mud spattered goggles tossed away by the jockeys after they rode in each horse race. Golden Gate Fields was always an interesting place for us to hang out at, and so were the people that we would meet there.
Written by Tim Timebomb
Tim Timebomb-Guitar
Jesse Bivona-Drums,Guitar
Justin Bivona-Bass