Delirious Walrus (Album)

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Speaking as a musician and a father, John says, ”I’m envious because they are better singers and musicians than I am. That said, part of my happiness is recording songs with my grown kids, Garek and Elizabeth. The vocal blend between Dad, Daughter and Son is why I think it only fair they adorn this selection of really pretty good songs.”

Listen to Clips:

Gypsy Rover

 

Feast of Heaven

 

Diamonds and Pearls

 

Rumi’s Drinking Game

 

Veteran’s Song

 

The Bridge

 

Evoe

 

Down In New Orleans

 

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ALBUM CREDITS


Delirious Walrus is:

John Hakim Bushnell – Main Vocals, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
Elizabeth Bushnell – Main Vocals on House of New Orleans; Vocals, Bass, Guitar
Aaron Gunn – Fiddle, Bouzouki, Bass, Electric guitar, Clarinet

Additional Musicians:
Ben Lewis – Piano, Organ, Electric Piano
Kalyan ‘Johnny Bongo’ Pathak – Drumset and Percussion
Kaia String Quartet:
Victoria Moreira – Violin
Naomi Culp – Violin
Sixto Franco – Viola
Hope Shepherd DeCelle – Featured Cello Solo on Diamonds and Pearls

Recorded at Paragon Studios, Inc. Chicago, IL
Recording Engineer – Joseph Connors
Assistant Engineer – Oscar Gomez
Mixed at Bennett Road Studios, Elk Grove Village, IL
Mixing Engineer – Patrick Pulver

Produced by Joseph Connors

Mastered at Capitol Records, Hollywood, CA
Mastering Engineer – Ron McMaster

LYRICS & LINER NOTES

Gypsy Rover
© 2013 John “Hakim” Arden Bushnell, Delirious Walrus Productions

Liner Notes:
There is a whole strand of songs about the Gypsy Rover. I was exposed to multiple versions in a radio series in which Jean Ritchie was playing versions she had recorded in the British Isles and then playing versions she had grown up with in Appalachia. My Dad would play “The Gypsy Davy” which was Woody Guthrie’s take on it.

“Ribbons and lace, and questionable gems,” is stolen from Tanith Lee.
“Thumb on the blade and strike up!” is adapted from Folk Songs of North America song notes about an old Italian bandito. I don’t remember which song.

Lyrics:
I, the Gypsy rover, in ribbons and lace and questionable gems.
I, the Thief of Hearts, I wear them strung on a chain across my
breast
Master of these coward dogs, who strike in the night from behind
Receiver of stolen words, taken from the mouths of other men

I, the Gypsy rover, loyal to gold and a well-filled skirt
with a high appreciation for some of the lower things
A man of ruggedly used and well-rounded philosophy
God is as deaf to my prayers as I to those of my enemies

I, the Gypsy rover, with a weakness for a well-turned verse
I was betrayed by one, sprung like a dove from a woman’s mouth
I was taken in company, left to die, solitary
bleeding out my life on this couch of unsprung rhyme

I, the Gypsy rover, this my last will and testament
A pox on all you pretty tongued whores, may my daughters not be
such as you
This have I to leave to my sons; it has served me well in this world
remember to keep your thumb on the blade, and strike up

I, the Gypsy rover, in ribbons and lace and questionable gems
I, the Thief of Hearts, I wear them strung on a chain across my
breast
Master of these coward dogs, who strike in the night from behind.
Receiver of stolen words, taken from the mouths of other men

Feast Of Heaven
© 2013 John “Hakim” Arden Bushnell, Delirious Walrus Publishing

Liner Notes:
I was trying to write a Grateful Dead song. Jerry Garcia had just passed. He started as a banjo player. The “If I had my old dog today,” verse is referring to “Feast Here Tonight,” a Bluegrass tune my Dad used to play. There was a verse that didn’t make it into the final version.

“Give us this day our daily bread..
Give us peace and understanding.
Give us this day a little food for our head..
That would be just dandy.”

Lyrics:
Give me roses to ease my hunger
rubies that I may be fed
Take me down to the riverside
there I will lay my head

I’m done with drinking and I’m done with smoking.
Of drinking and of smoking I have had my fill
But I still take warmth from the presence of my friends
and I always will

Shine on, shine on
shine on the feast of Heaven.
Yes we will
Shine on, shine on
shine on the feast of Heaven

If I had my old dog today
that old hare would have never got away
Ain’t got no shoes so I’ll kneel down and pray
and dine on the feast of Heaven

Well, I know I’ve met you someplace before
But I cannot place just where.
Maybe in the next life or the one before
I will meet you there

And we will
Shine on, shine on
shine on the feast of Heaven
Yes we will
Shine on, shine on
shine on the feast of Heaven

Give me roses to ease my hunger
rubies that I may be fed
Take me down to the riverside
there I will lay my head

And we will
Shine on, shine on
shine on the feast of Heaven
Yes we will
Shine on, shine on
shine on the feast of Heaven
Shine on the feast of Heaven

Diamonds and Pearls
© 2013 John “Hakim” Arden Bushnell, Delirious Walrus Productions

Liner Notes:
Written for the person who always had hope, and who never gave up on love.

Lyrics:
Ain’t you tired of living way too fast
tired of wanting what you can never have
I know it isn’t so, I know you want it anyway
Crying tears of Diamonds and Pearls
crying tears of Diamonds and Pearls

She loved too much that’s what the people say
She loved too much and gave it all away
like a woman crying to be seen, like a woman dying to be seen
Be written on her tombstone
in Diamonds and Pearls
be written on her tombstone
in Diamonds and Pearls

I saw her just the other day
in love again she said and this time in love to stay
I’ve learned the measure of a man
I’ll put my treasure in his hand
I’ll fill them with Diamonds and Pearls
I’ll fill them with Diamonds and Pearls

Ain’t you tired of living way too fast
tired of wanting what you can never have
I know it isn’t so, I know you want it anyway
Crying tears of Diamonds and Pearls
Crying tears of Diamonds and Pearls

Rumi’s Drinking Game
© 2013 John “Hakim” Arden Bushnell, Delirious Walrus Productions

Liner Notes:
This is in the style of the Sufis, but influenced by the West. A Zikr is the Sufi ceremony of Divine Remembrance. This is the only Zikr we know that has backwards electric guitar in it.

Lyrics:
Illa ‘llah Hu
Illa ‘llah
Illa ‘llah
Illa ‘llah Hu
Illa ‘llah Hu

Veteran
© 2013 John Hakim Arden Bushnell, Delirious Walrus Productions

Liner Notes:
I heard at third hand that Garrison Keelor had referred to Norm Coleman as “ a false knight upon the road”.
What would a true knight’s life be like at the end?
I had read a whole lot of Mallory when I was thirteen and it was all still down there. The song just poured itself out.

Lyrics:
I have grown old along the road
armor tarnished and my saddle worn
true knight they named me when I took my vows
and since been sorely tried

I have grown old along the road
many lances broken body battle-scarred
and all the men I loved are gone
and all the women who loved me

I have grown old along the road
spent myself unstinting in the service of my king
Would he’d ever sent me to endeavor for the right
that he and I were both beyond all stain

I have grown old along the road.
The grail a wonder cup for one who wasn’t me
never pure enough to find and drink
oh, but pure enough to seek

I have grown old along the road
and now contend within myself and not with other men.
A temper held in check, a kindness kept
these small victories are my own

I have grown old along the road,
armor tarnished and my saddle worn.
True knight they named me when I took my vows
and since been sorely tried

The Bridge
© 2013 John “Hakim” Arden Bushnell, Delirious Walrus Productions

Liner Notes:
Sometimes one encounters a person who is completely desirable and completely unobtainable. Has an atmosphere. Only Garek and Elizabeth are singing. My, what a blend, evoking remembered longing beautifully. For those of you who have been in love and it didn’t turn out: you know who you are.

Lyrics:
The Bridge holds the river in its span
and you hold my question in your hand
Was it too much
Did I make you cry
Was it too much, too much, too much
is it time to say Good Bye

Don’t you break my heart
Don’t you break your own
When I’m not at home

The mist leaves streaks of water on the lamps
And your tears leave streaks of water on my hands
Was it too much
Do you want me to go
Was it too much, too much, too much
that I show you my soul

Don’t you break my heart
Don’t you break your own
when I’m not at home

The Bridge is where I tell you that I care
In a globe of misty light
Hanging in the air
Was it too much
Should I leave you alone
Was it too much, too much, too much
that I want you for my own

Don’t you break my heart
Don’t you break your own
when I’m not at home
and you’re all alone.

Why don’t you stay awhile
stay awhile
stay awhile
And we’ll see
How it could be..

Why don’t you stay awhile
stay awhile
stay awhile
And we’ll see
How it could be..
How it could be..

Evoe
© 2012 John “Hakim” Arden Bushnell, Delirious Walrus Publishing

Liner Notes:
I pronounce it Ev oh way.

The word Evoe is a version of Bacchus’ cry in Prince Caspian when the Maenads are celebrating Aslan’s victory. If you look it up, it says “an exclamation of impassioned rapture at ancient Bacchic revels.”

Mystics who are seeking God have sometimes talked with mystics from other traditions, comparing methods of God experience. This cross-pollination makes the great religions feel more open to me, less monolithic and self-referential. Ecstasies can vary quite a bit, and what they look like from the outside can have very little to do with the inner experience. The drunkenness of the mystics is not the drunkenness of the wine drinkers.

Lyrics:
We were slow dancing
swaying with the music
I felt your desire
and I tasted your wine
all this longing in just one night
won’t you join this band of pilgrims
unbound by
time

Come with me, let Dionysus fill your cup
where the Wild Girls, they call Evoe
On a night ride through the panic hills
Wild eyes through tangled hair
Evoe

And there’s twenty-nine brides in a line
everyone is singing Amen
And there’s twenty-nine brides all in a line
everyone is singing
Amen

We worship Aphrodite in the woods and on the hillside
where the Wild Girls they call Evoe
till Apollo comes to end our revels
bright reason and the light of day
Evoe

And there’s twenty-nine brides in a line
everyone is singing Amen
And there’s twenty-nine brides all in a line
everyone is singing
Amen

A seed of God grows into God
that the Wild Girls they call Evoe
Flowers in a rocky place smiling
from the stones
Evoe

And there’s twenty-nine brides in a line
everyone is singing Amen
And there’s twenty-nine brides all in a line
everyone is singing
Amen

Slow dancing
swaying with the music
I felt your desire
and I tasted your
wine

House Of New Orleans
© 2013 John “Hakim” Arden Bushnell, Delirious Walrus Productions

Liner Notes:
I wanted something that could sit on the shelf next to “House of the Rising Sun” and not be ashamed of itself. Without trying to, Elizabeth made the band coalesce around her. She torched it up. She did it proud.

Lyrics:
Down in New Orleans there’s a house that I know
not the kind of place you tell your wife that you go
You go to New Orleans, get some of that sportin’ life
now you’ll say you’re doing alright

It was there I met some ladies, they were coming down the hall
if you’d heard one of their stories, Lord, you’d heard ‘em all
They come to New Orleans, got some of that sportin’ life
now they say they’re doing alright

Here comes Sally in her pretty new gown
She picks ‘em up and she lays ‘em down
She come to New Orleans, got some of that sportin’ life
now she says she’s doing alright

Here come Ginny with that wine glass in her hand
She’s drinking to forget some no-count pretty man
She come to New Orleans, got some of that sportin’ life
now she says she’s doing alright

The woman with the baby her name is Pearl
She got to have money to feed her little girl
They come to New Orleans, got some of that sportin’ life
now she says they’re doing alright

Here come Emma she been sniffing that cocaine
Got a bloody nose again it’s a low-down, dirty shame
She come to New Orleans, got some of that sportin’ life
now she says she’s doing alright

And here come Ella with them laudanum eyes
dirty dress outside, inside empty skies
She come to New Orleans, got some of that sportin’ life
now she says she’s doing alright

And here come Annie with that absinthe on her breath
one of these days it’s going to be her death
She come to New Orleans, got some of that sportin’ life
now she says she’s doing alright

The gentlemen come to visit, they drink and take their ease
with never a thought for the girls who never leave
They go to New Orleans, get some of that sportin’ life
now they say they’re doing alright

Down in New Orleans there’s a house that I know
not the kind of place you tell your wife that you go
if you go to New Orleans get some of that sportin’ life
now you say you’re doing alright
alright alright alright

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