Pray For Rain

by Marty O'Reilly

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Recorded at The Creamery in Oakland, CA. January, 2014.
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released March 17, 2014

Musicians:
Marty O'Reilly - Guitar, Banjo, Harmonica, Vocals
Chris Lynch - Violin, Vocals, Glockenspiel
Jeff Kissell - Double Bass
Alexis Hawks - Cello, Vocals
Heath DeAngelo Nieves - Trumpet
Allen MacMorris - Drums
Marissa Miller - Vocals

Engineered and Mixed by Greg Ashley

Mastered by Jonathan Kirchner
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Album Artwork by Margaret Niven
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Marty O'Reilly Santa Cruz, California

Marty O'Reilly is a songwriter and multi-instrumentalist from the Sonoma Valley. By combining a passion for Delta Blues, American Primitive, Folk, and Gospel, Marty hopes to both bring back the old and create something new with his renditions and original pieces. ... more

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Track Name: Dempsey
Marty O’Reilly & The Old Soul Orchestra - Dempsey

Jackie left Willard broken and bloody,
Cracked a hundred bones in his mouth.
Jackie doesn't dance and Jackie doesn't sing,
but he knows he could lick,
any son of a bitch in the house.
Jackie's the Manassa, he's the Manassa Mauler.

Seven times he hit the ground,
He can feel himself losing the crown,
He knows he's got to give him one more round,
Got to give him one more round...
Track Name: The Captain's Daughter
Marty O’Reilly & The Old Soul Orchestra - The Captain’s Daughter

I'm staring across the deck up at the captain's daughter,
and her eyes look brighter than the sun on the water.
Boys, that's right. Yes boys that's right-
I hear we're setting sail tonight

She lets me look, but just form a distance.
She won't speak to me, but when I sing she still listens,
Late at night, late at night,
without a single speck of land in sight.

Her dress was bright green and embroidered,
I know because I've been staring at her since the day that we boarded,
staring at her thigh,
but now I'm looking at it in a brand new light.

It was first in the heat of passion,
but it's been fifteen days since we exhausted all the rations,
boys that's right,
now I'm looking at her with an appetite.
I'm going to make her mine...
Track Name: Cold Canary Gaslight
Marty O’Reilly & The Old Soul Orchestra - Cold Canary Gas Light

He reads like a bible, acts just like a birdcage,
roars like an engine, dying out on burnt rage,
you can blow out all the candles and fire up the lime light,
she looks through him with the cold canary gaslight.

Oh sister, don't you look at what I've done.

Father's at the front door, dusting off the floor mat,
brittle like his thick bark and tired like his old hat,
He used to wonder how a young boy travels to a grown man,
said he walked on water he was dancing on quicksand.

Oh father, don't you look at what I've done.

You see me tearing up the floor boards, white sheets covered you,
fire in my eyes and water pouring through the roof.
you heard I found a mine shaft, digging past midnight,
I crawled into the dark with the cold canary gaslight.

I tried to throw a rope down and didn't feel it pull back,
dead canary chirping now, cold blood in pitch black.
Track Name: Smokestack Lightning
Marty O’Reilly & The Old Soul Orchestra - Smokestack Lightning

The train that I ride on is sixteen coaches long,
The train that I ride on is sixteen coaches long,
smokestack lightning, she shines just like gold,
smokestack lightning, she shines just like gold,
can't you hear me crying?

You got to stop that train,
let this poor boy ride,
You got to stop that train,
let this poor boy ride,
smokestack lightning
Won't you tell me who stayed here last night?
a little baby boy
Won't you tell me who stayed here last night?
a little baby boy
Can't you hear me crying,
Can't you hear me crying.
Track Name: Cambium
Marty O’Reilly & The Old Soul Orchestra - Cambium

Tremors in the hallways of the branches,
shook the fruit from these ghostly limbs,
I still give you pieces of me,
and you make paper from my skin,

if you write me letters they still read as if you spoke,
if i try to burn them then the words, they run off in smoke

wish i knew what parts of me are still here
not just pieces i remember,
wish i knew which parts of me that you hold dear
you left me ambivalent as cambium

If you want to let me rest then
let me sleep,
if you want to cut me deep then
cut me down.
Better to just cut me down

If you want to let me rest then
let me sleep,
if you want to cut me deep then
cut me down.
Better to just cut me down

wish i knew what parts of me are still here
not just pieces i remember,
wish i knew which parts of me that you hold dear
you left me ambivalent as cambium

If you want to let me rest then
let me sleep,
if you want to cut me deep then
cut me down.
Better to just cut me down

If you want to let me rest then
let me sleep,
if you want to cut me deep then
cut me down.
Better to just cut me down
Track Name: Cinnamon Tree
Marty O’Reilly & The Old Soul Orchestra - Cinnamon Tree

Set me up a swing beneath that cinnamon tree,
give me half a breeze to push the scent.
Fetch me up a telescope and fifteen yards of sturdy rope,
and i'll tell you where that puppy dog has went.

I bet she’s hit the railroad and she’s hopping cars,
bet she’s aboard a great ship, and she’s lost at sea,
but she'll come bounding back again, as soon as she smells that cinnamon,
and i'll bury her sweet bones beneath that tree

She was my three legged dog,
she’s just a three legged dog,
she was a three legged dog,
and i'll bury her bones right beneath that cinnamon tree
i'll bury her bones right beneath that cinnamon tree

momma seems to think she's gone for some kind of good,
poppa says shes six feet in the ground,
but i know she's alright when i hear her howling in the moonlight,
and its a wild and wonderful sound

its not the body of the beast that holds its spirit
its the spirit itself which i adore,
its her love and its her name,
not the confines of her frame that make me love her
love her so much more.

She was my three legged dog,
she’s just a three legged dog,
she was a three legged dog,
and i'll bury her bones right beneath that cinnamon tree
i'll bury her bones right beneath that cinnamon tree
Track Name: When The Water Runs Out
Marty O’Reilly & The Old Soul Orchestra - When The Water Runs Out

If you really love to go fishing
then the news might bring you some dismay
The end was abrupt when all the water dried up,
and we caught all of the fish in one day

I still got my favorite raincoat,
its been so long since i hung it up to dry,
the best i could do, had to get used to blue,
its all that's left up in the sky,

I may not know a single thing about religion,
i still know a little bit what faith is all about
I know a little bit what faith is all about,
I know you don't cry, you don't complain
you got to pray, pray for rain.
Don't you wait, don't you wait till when the water runs out.

You can travel out to Indonesia,
but you're never going to get there if you try to go by sea,
I heard they had to build some kind of railroad,
out where the south pacific used to be

If you head over to East Saint Louis,
then the big muddy won't run by,
Muddy and the Wolf ran off to the Gulf,
never even said goodbye

I may not know a single thing about religion,
i still know a little bit what faith is all about
I know a little bit what faith is all about,
I know you don't cry, you don't complain
you got to pray, pray for rain.
Don't you wait, don't you wait till when the water runs out.
Track Name: Letters
Marty O’Reilly & The Old Soul Orchestra - Letters

Wrote me a letter late last night,
Blue ink on the back of a photograph,
black and white,
her sweet face beneath a redwood tree,
left me with my worried mind,
my worried mind and me

And I roll and I tumble,
read it over and over again,
something that she said with the photograph,
she didn't say with the ballpoint pen.
Now I'm learning how to worry,
and I never was the worrying kind,
she left me in Texas,
Texas with a worried mind.
Track Name: A Stalker's Song
Marty O’Reilly & The Old Soul Orchestra - A Stalker's Song

She changed her name and her number,
the place she called home,
poured jet-black dye through her golden hair,
and she tried to be someone that I've never seen before,
but she knows that i follow everywhere.

She tried to be a pilot in a little airplane,
i was waiting for her up inside of the clouds,
Tried to sell coffee in a Parisian shop,
found my face buried in the grounds.

Didn't last too long as a gambler,
when she saw who dealt her first hand.
Cut her hair real short and she joined the infantry,
and found herself under my command.

Because she's mine...

If she were a fish swimming in the sea,
i'd sweep her up with a starry net,
If she were a golden goose, i'd be a starving fox,
and i'd wrap my teeth around her slender neck,

Just because she’s mine,
because she’s mine,
just because she's mine...
Track Name: Alone At The Table
Marty O’Reilly & The Old Soul Orchestra - Alone At The Table

Mercy on me, the two of us alone at the table,
and it hurts me seeing you looking straight down at the table,
maybe we'll speak when we're able,
maybe we're lost in our thoughts,
maybe we're looking for God.
Then again, maybe we're not.
She finds a way to worship all the things i forgot,
to worship the things I forgot.

Throughout this dark room the strangers are clinking the glass,
nothing but shadows moving the air as they pass,
and their laughter seems distant and kind,
but they take no notice and they pay no mind to the ghost of our past,
not to the ghost of our past,
she finds a way to make it all last,
a way to make it all last.

Stood in the doorway and watched you grow nervous and tall,
saw you had wings just as high and as wide as the walls,
there's not a soul in the world we can trust,
I wish things had been easy for us,
but they just weren't at all
Track Name: Dreamcatcher
Marty O’Reilly & The Old Soul Orchestra – Dreamcatcher

Pink winter Jasmine,
tried to keep her day bright,
earned herself some shade,
and spent it all on moonlight,

Told her I'm a dreamcatcher,
and she thought that was just a lie,
maybe it was, but my hands are open,
got to let me try

I can keep a secret if you can keep me in your heart,
I can keep a secret if you can keep me in your heart...

I don't pray for diamonds,
I know I'm not the only one,
But i didn't know what to do,
when God decided to give me one,

With a heart no heavier than a feather,
She laid down and closed her eyes,
right beside the dreamcatcher,
and it filled her head with fireflies

I can keep a secret if you can keep me in your heart,
I can keep a secret if you can keep me in your heart...
Track Name: Cocoon
Marty O’Reilly & The Old Soul Orchestra - Cocoon

I could tell that,
I could tell that it was time to change,
but i was afraid I might die,
If i stepped into the Cocoon,
more afraid that I wouldn't try.
People compare it to the womb,
and there you do it all yourself,
sometimes for somebody else
and you step in...

and you step in,
and if you're very still,
and if you think of nothing else,
it closes around you,
and the universe changes its emptiness,
and closes around you,
and all the walls start to glow,
and the bones of men and fish and butterflies,
all seem the same.
I can see them clearly,
I can see them change,
and if you think of nothing else,
it closes around you.