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Storyville

by Scott Tyler

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A Peasant’s List of Demands Scott Tyler © scotttylersongs 2008 I want to know how to turn you on, how to turn you off like a water faucet. I want to know what I’m doing wrong ‘cause now this faucet sticks. I want to know how to make you cry, how to make you smile, How to make me feel nice Warm my feet with blankets soft and fire hot Tonight you’re on. I want you to loop the loop. Me, I want a hoola-hoop Set on fire for my desire tonight is to see your show. I want frankincense, gold and mirth laid at my feet like I was king, I want banquets in my name for I’m feeling plain. I want you to serve me well to serve me long To serve me hard Even though you say you’re near tonight I’m far away. I want you to loop the loop. Me, I want a hoola-hoop Set on fire for my desire tonight is to see your show. I want you to know me And to know that I’m here waiting. Take the steps, show your love Even though you’ve shown me before. If I was humble, if I was poor would you love me even more? But for now I’ll rot in pride And bathe in my selfishness.
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Storyville 04:36
Storyville Scott Tyler © scotttylersongs 2008 Your cracking glory and your crumbling pride Cornet lips and cataract eyes I heard a drum roll as you walked away Thanks to Abel, can’t nothing kill you Cain But Abel’s blood it’s crying from the ground A vagabond with a mark on his brow For comfort sings those cemetery blues For hope he whistles an onion tune A silver dollar and a shot gun shell In a beggar’s alley by a wishing well You through your gun in and you hoped like hell But, all your hopes have been broken You went east into the Land of Nod Set up residence far from the eyes of God Times are tough but they’re not so bad Just sing the blues and work the land You built a city of rusted steel Cardboard boxes and crooked deals Only lies are told in Storyville Only guilt pays for the man you killed Remember the time back in thirty-five We cashed our checks and we rode the blinds All the saints packed up in railroad cars Would spend the hours just throwing darts A silver dollar and a shot gun shell In a beggar’s alley by a wishing well You through your gun in and you hoped like hell But, all your hopes have been broken These dark nights on the boneyard beat Hands in my pockets wandering deserted streets I think about how you went away How it seems like ol’ Abel killed you Cain
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If God wasn’t watching Scott Tyler © scotttylersongs 2008 If God wasn’t watching where the water gets wide I’d cast all my fears from this old riverside Swim with the angels, I would run and not hide But God keeps an eye on this high rising tide If God wasn’t watching I could lie about my name Get away with murder and still feel no shame There are undercover angels but I got the devil up my sleeve Still I’d make God wear a blindfold if left up to me Would God bless the devil if he was down on his luck Would God save a sinner if he just couldn’t stand up Would he send me judgment, a sentence of hard time If I offered a confession that was really a lie With God watching I ain’t got no alibis If God wasn’t watching I could lay down my head Take rest from my nightmares in a merciful bed Innocent in dreams but found guilty when I wake For God keeps an eye on every step that I take Would God bless the devil if he was down on his luck Would God save a sinner if he just couldn’t stand up Would he send me judgment, a sentence of hard time If I offered a confession that was really a lie With God watching I ain’t got no alibis I’ve heard the voice of Jesus say repent ye while there’s time Lord you know I’ve had bread and bitter wine Seen the devil laughing and have heard the mother cry If God were really watching he would know that I’ve tried He must know that I’m trying Would God bless the devil if he was down on his luck Would God save a sinner if he just couldn’t stand up Would he send me judgment, a sentence of hard time If I offered a confession that was really a lie With God watching I ain’t got no alibis
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Apathy 03:48
Apathy Scott Tyler © scotttylersongs 2008 Apathy is a calling me, you know Apathy is a calling me, you know It sounds just like a lullaby in the middle of a firefight Apathy is a calling me, you know I used to raise my voice above a whisper I used to find I had something to say But all the world is aching It’s looking rather bleak I can see the world is changing But I think it’s changing me What’s the use in even trying to speak If no one hears a thing Selfishness is biting at my toes Selfishness is biting at my toes It sinks its teeth into the skin of all the saints gone marching in Selfishness is biting at my toes I used to fight for dreams I had in earnest I used to raise me fists above my waist But all the world is aching It’s looking rather bleak I can see the world is changing But I think it’s changing me What’s the use in fighting for these dreams That have long been gone to me The devil now is dancing next to me Yes the devil now is dancing next to me He’s taken my steps down to hell and he’s ringing all the steeple bells The devil now dancing next to me I used to say my prayers before I slept I used to find I had the words to pray But all the world is aching And it’s looking rather bleak I can see the world is changing But I think it’s changing me What’s the use in praying anything If I just don’t believe
5.
I'm Alone 03:00
I’m Alone Scott Tyler © scotttylersongs 2008 Sally wore her smile just like a hand-me-down The twinkle in her eyes it never fit Sally walked in angel shoes and She walked right out the door I don’t know how she’s doing now or What she’s walking towards I’m alone, I’m alone These days are getting cold I need somebody sitting next to me There’s a fire in the den but it feels much colder when There are two mugs on the table, I’m alone April was like living in the middle of a storm The earth became a floating ball of mud Sally said the sunshine was all she’s waiting for But by her tracks upon the highway I could see she’s wanting more I’m alone, I’m alone These days are getting cold I need somebody sitting next to me There’s a fire in the den but it feels much colder when There are two mugs on the table, I’m alone Now home is where I lay my head When my mind is on the road The highway is a dark and lovely dream Sally if you’re walking still Won’t you walk right home to me These nights are lit by firelight and vivid memories I’m alone, I’m alone These days are getting cold I need somebody sitting next to me There’s a fire in the den but it feels much colder when There are two mugs on the table, I’m alone
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One Trip Around the Sun Scott Tyler © scotttylersongs 2008 One trip around the sun and I’m back where I started from New clothes but same old stains I guess it shows I haven’t changed A year’s gone by I’m still the same I still drive that pickup truck With the crack in the windshield and one headlight Got a ticket the other day I guess it shows I haven’t changed A year’s gone by and I’m still the same Summer’s here again, much to my surprise Same stale air with no breeze blowing by Same old clouds in this tainted sky Wipe the sweat out of my eyes One trip around the sun I’m where I started from I still play on my guitar Write songs about shooting stars It hit me hard one afternoon The words have changed but not the tune The words have changed…never the tune Summer’s sweltering heat and the valley smog Turn sunsets gold a dirty red Sullied stars overhead We sleep on the top of sweat stained beds One trip around the sun I’m where I started from Now I sit in my petty sins My apathy drinking this lukewarm gin How’d I get to be the way I am These passing pleasures aren’t worth a damn No these passing pleasures aren’t worth a damn A year’s gone by and not much changed Pretty much everything has stayed the same One trip around the sun is perfect proof that I can’t move one Perfect proof that I can’t move on
7.
Daylight Savings Time Scott Tyler © scotttylersongs 2008 Time will break us everyone Ours fists are raised up at the sun, We cry at blood red skies and starry nights and sadness never gone Will you remember me when I’ve been gone so long Time will be a low lament Sung behind a barbed wire fence We’ve spent our dollar bills on petty thrills And cheap red wine Give me pardon, like daylight savings time We’ve seen the days get shorter We’ve seen the nights grow cold I’m stumbling though I’ve seen the light I’m quickly growing old I can’t lay my head down I can’t lay my head down ‘Till I lay my body in the cold, cold ground Time will be like bloodshot eyes As our days finish with a sigh, they’re filled With empty toil on arid soil And an old grandfather clock The work wears on, though time has seemed to stop We’ve seen the days get shorter We’ve seen the nights grow cold I’m stumbling though I’ve seen the light I’m quickly growing old I can’t lay my head down I can’t lay my head down ‘Till I lay my body in the cold, cold ground
8.
Fare Ye Well 03:07
Fare Ye Well Scott Tyler © scotttylersongs 2008 Fare ye well, my faded glory, You have broken like a bone Like a forest, grown in silence, You have hardened into stone I broke my heart so not to smile And found it floating in the bloody Nile Fare ye well, my faded glory, you have rotted in denial Fare ye well, you cracking embers, You have been a cold man’s heat You have listened through a smoke screen When I was yelling out my defeat I lost my mind in the mud and mire And found it sitting naked on a funeral pyre Fare ye well, you cracking embers, You have forced me to expire Let the wordsmiths lend their voices, Let the poet have his say Let ‘em sing in ancient forests With the lost on the judgment day I left my soul with a wounded man Who said he would take it to the promised land Let the wordsmiths lend their voices, Let ‘em pray as best they can Fare ye well, East of Eden, Jesus took me back again
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Avé Maria 03:53
Avé Maria Scott Tyler © scotttylersongs 2008 Last night I thought I saw Maria in the garden She was standing ‘neath the moonlight by the wall I tore between the shadows to Maria Just to find that she was only a rose I thought I saw Maria in the alley In the brick of a two dollar motel There were cracks in the smile of Maria But no cracks in the child that she held If I could just find a prayer from Maria My legs are weak my voice is almost gone For the hour hand is ticking fast, Maria Say a prayer at the hour that I pass on I thought I saw Maria in the water When the sunset made the water red as wine So I left the shore to swim out to Maria But she had gone with the passing of the tide If I could just find a prayer from Maria My legs are weak my voice is almost gone For the hour hand is ticking fast, Maria Say a prayer at the hour that I pass on I thought I saw Maria on the hilltop She was crying ‘neath a tree of darkest wood When I got there I couldn’t find Maria Just a newly planted garden where she stood

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After spending 4 months writing on Martha's Vineyard in 2007, Scott Tyler took the long train ride back to California. His parents picked him up at the Fullerton train station on Christmas morning and they drove to the family farm in the San Joaquin valley where Scott began the process of recording his first album, "Storyville."

Nine songs emerged and began to tell a story vaguely resembling the Biblical story of Cain and his exile. Starting with the boisterous wheezing of a revival tent pump organ and ending with the sound of broken stained glass, this is an album full of the confessions of one just coming to understand his sentence. These are the songs of the hollowed-out men who walk the God-forsaken streets in search of the ones they love, the time they’ve wasted and the hope to find redemption.

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released April 15, 2008

All songs written by Scott Tyler
Mixed and mastered by Andrew Enns
Cole Pauley engineered track 1, 4, 6 and played guitar on track 6
Rachel Bowden sang on track 6
Isaac Tucker played drums on tracks 1, 4, 6
Andy Black played keys on tracks 4, 6 and sang on track 6
Tom Willett played bass on track 6

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