John Mercy - Old Bill [feat. Raquel Ralha, Pedro Antunes]

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“The only truth is music”
Jack Kerouac

JOHN MERCY: Vocals, Electric and Acoustic Guitars, Hammond B3, Vox Continental, Sound Design
RAQUEL RALHA: Vocals
PEDRO ANTUNES: Bass, Saxophone

Recorded, Mixed & Mastered at the Blue House Studio by John Mercy.

Released via Lux Records, Ldt Edition Vinyl 7'
Old Bill / Shadow Traveller (2022)



Lyrics & Music: John Mercy

[OLD BILL]

We moved! We danced under the bright light we headed south – it dawned in our minds.
Oh we're going down to New Orleans to find dear Old Bill.
Ain't that just killer-diller

And listen here man, to this wild saxophone tearing it down.
The dream was there, the dream was there it was all crazy.
The radio was howling mad

We went to Old Bill’s house, on the outskirts of the city A backroad alongside the muddy river
his house was an old shack, Bougainvilleas on the lawn
Joan was under them. Opened her mouth: "sad, sad paradise"

Old Bill came back in a beat down Cadillac found his home flooded with the madmen’s ball
hey Jack, you finally arrived.
Man, It would take a lifetime to talk about Old Bill

He wasted years and years roaming the United States He had a shady deal with a Mexican horse racing track.
There are old police reports with his fake name all over them stacks of yellow pages packed with all kinds of misdemeanours

There are descriptions of him on the shores of Morocco, his eyes drooping on the streets of Tangier;
He was a Shaman in Massachusetts, a private dick in New York he never heard from those racehorses again

He spoke those words right from the back of his mind: Neal’s gone.
If you drive to LA with this deranged man, you’ll never live through that.
Why don’t you stay with me?
I’ve got a new pair of guns and a fresh white canvas

There’s another story about his younger days
Desire took over his well tormented soul
Old Bill grabbed a knife, cut off his left-hand finger and gave it to his lover.
But dead fingers don’t talk as much as you would think

No surprise he had a machine-gun in his basement
A painter of sorts blasting cans of paint with his shotgun
He said he could knockout an apple from the top of anyone’s head with a single shot.
Only thing wrong: no-one volunteered

We had a wild night in downtown New Orleans
Neal was gone from this earth
We got back to the house – to the madmen’s ball
We had to leave Old Bill back to his knives

He spoke those words right from the back of his mind: Neal’s gone
If you drive to LA with this deranged man, you’ll never live through that.
You roll the dice, you pay the toll.
That’s the score

(R) Rossio Music Publishing / SPA

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