Here In California

Dave Alvin with The Guilty Women
4/18/09
Austin, Texas

here in California
the fruit hangs
heavy on the vine
there's no gold
i thought i'd warn you
and the hills turn brown
in the summertime
--kate wolf

Leonard Cohen: "The Stranger Song"

1967

it's true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
every time you gave them shelter
i know that kind of man
it's hard to hold the hand of anyone
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender

and then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter
like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another
he was just some Joseph looking for a manger
he was just some Joseph looking for a manger

and then leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
and then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say
i told you when i came i was a stranger
i told you when i came i was a stranger

but now another stranger seems
to want you to ignore his dreams
as though they were the burden of some other
o you've seen that man before
his golden arm dispatching cards
but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger
and he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter

ah you hate to see another tired man
lay down his hand
like he was giving up the holy game of poker
and while he talks his dreams to sleep
you notice there's a highway
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder
it is curling just like smoke above his shoulder

you tell him to come in sit down
but something makes you turn around
the door is open you can't close your shelter
you try the handle of the road
it opens do not be afraid
it's you my love, you who are the stranger
it's you my love, you who are the stranger

well, i've been waiting, i was sure
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
i think it's time to board another
please understand, i never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this
or any other matter
when he talks like this
you don't know what he's after
when he speaks like this,
you don't know what he's after

let's meet tomorrow if you choose
upon the shore, beneath the bridge
that they are building on some endless river
then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that's warm
you realize he's only advertising one more shelter
and it comes to you, he never was a stranger
and you say ok the bridge or someplace later

and then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter
like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another
he was just some Joseph looking for a manger
he was just some Joseph looking for a manger

and then leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
and then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say
i told you when i came i was a stranger
i told you when i came i was a stranger

Frances Black: "The Bold Fenian Men"

with Arcady
Carlow, Ireland 1991

some died by the glenside
some died amid strangers
and wise man have told us
their cause was a failure
but they stood by dear Ireland
and never feared danger
glory o, glory o
to the bold fenian men!

Wolfe Tones: "The Foggy Dew"

back through the glen
i rode again
my heart with grief was sore
for i parted then
with valiant men
i will never see
no more
but as to and fro
in my dreams i go
i kneel and i pray
for you
for slavery fled
o you rebel dead
when you fell
in the foggy dew