Most arresting newcomer...Brodsky will be a monster. - Steve Brooks, Austin Chronicle
Heir to the Woody Guthrie/early Dylan tradition, Brodsky is a former fruitpicker. There is no short cut to the hard earned wisdom of years on the road. Brodsky is still on the road, but now it's because people want to hear his songs. A Fingerpainter's Murals features 12 original songs, with Brodsky on guitar, vocals and piano. Additional contributions come from Dave Moore (Harmonica), Radoslav Lorkovic (accordion), Annie Steinhardt (bass), Alisa Fineman, City Folk, and others.
From Acre by Acre", on the subject of farm takeovers: My father's father was a hardworkin' man, he spent his whole lifetime a-workin' this land, He plowed with a jackass, and he built with his hands, The balcony where the auctioneer stands. Acre by acre, it all disappears... British guitar ace Martin Simpson plays wicked slide on ;Blow 'em Away, a blues shuffle about a mild-mannered commuter's Charles Bronson fantasy. Light-hearted tunes like Home Away From Home Again and Happy Little World balance rough stories like Maria's Lament. A thoroughly enjoyable recording.
1. Lefty
2. The Ballad Of Me And Jones
3. Acre By Acre
4. Maria's Lament
5. Home Away From Home Again
6. Happy Little World
7. Unbridled Reins
8. Blow 'Em Away
9. The Ghost Of Mrs. Addison
10. Red Skies And Red Waters
11. We Are Each Other's Angels
12. Fighting
We are Each Other's Angelsby Chuck Brodsky
Well I hope I see you later
'Cause it's time for me to go
That's my ride that just pulled over
And it sure was good to know you
So go answer your calling
Go and fill somebody's cup
And when you see an angel fallen
Won't you stop and help them up
We are each others' angels
We meet when it is time
We keep each other going
And we show each other signs
Sometimes you'll stumble
Sometimes you'll just lie down
Sometimes you will get lonely
With all these people around
You might shiver when the wind blows
And you might get blown away
You might lose a little color
You might lose a little faith
We are each others' angels
We meet when it is time
We keep each other going
And we show each other signs
Thank you for the water
Thought I was gonna die out here in the desert
But you quenched my thirst
Let's break a little break together
I've got a little manna. . .it was a gift
From someone who was passing by
And offered me a lift
We are each others' angels
We meet when it is time
We keep each other going
And we show each other signs
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