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Collateral

Cormac McCarthy, new CD: Collateral

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"Collateral" is a remarkable achievement... Martin England, Portsmouth Herald "

Songs:

Gotta Keep Movin'
The Working Poor
Cadilac Man
Back When I Worked on the Railroad
The Crossroads
On a Night Like This
You Can't outrun the Hounds
Walking on Solid Ground
Jailhouse Bound
Doppelganger

Copyright © 2013 Cormac McCarthy. All rights reserved.
All songs published by Rakish Tilt Music.

Cormac McCarthy, reflections on working

Working Poor

I got a little house in the country
got a lousy job in town
I don't mind loading trucks,
it's the only gig I've found

One hospital stay
a decimal point on the balance sheet
one stumble off of the high wire
and we're living in the street.

My wife and I both work
the money barely makes a splash
When you make less than what you owe
you know the meaning of cold hard cash

We make too much for welfare
health care went up in smoke
there's nothing like working 40 hours
and watch yourself going broke

We're not drifters
rattling your windows
we don't show up at your door
we play the hand we're dealt
we're the working poor

If we pay our workers a wage
they can't make something we can afford
in an old coat and battered boots
he's leaning on a broke down Ford

And the callous's on his hands
you can see how his clothes are worn
He' not looking for a handout
He's the working poor

We're not drifters
rattling your windows
We don't show up at your door
We play the hand we're dealt
we're the working poor

By now I thought I'd have a nest egg
Maybe see some of the world
Instead of Stan's butt crack
through a forklift steering wheel

You see that old guy on the news
Robbin' a bank or a liquor store
He's not some gray jesse james
He's the working poor

We're not drifters
rattling your windows
we don't show up at your door
we play the hand we're dealt
we're the working poor



On a Night Like This

A storm rolled through this morning
And chased the clouds away
Steam rising with the heat
It's a sultry summer day
When I see her on the street
It takes my breath away
Cause she looks as good coming
As she does when she walks the other way

On a night like this
When the wind is soft and warm
On a night like this
When the moon is full
Anything is possible
Fairy tales are plausible
You could run with your eyes closed
On a night like this

A train rumbles in the distance
You can hear the rails ring
Waves are rolling on the beach
She'll have salt upon her skin
A violin pours
From the door of the saloon
I thought I saw a seagull
Fall across the moon

On a night like this
When the wind is soft and warm
On a night like this
When the moon is full
Anything is possible
Fairy tales are plausible
You could run with your eyes closed
On a night like this

The last time I saw her
She was in a summer dress
I made her laugh and I saw that smile
I tried too hard I confess
She said she'd meet me tonight
On the boardwalk by the bay
I'd be shakin' in my shoes
If this was an ordinary day
But, on a night like this,

On a night like this
When the wind is soft and warm
On a night like this
When the moon is full
Anything is possible
Fairy tales are plausible
You could run with your eyes closed
On a night like this


Cadillac Man

The Graceland campground
sits in a holler at the bottom of the hill
It's where the hard hit live
And one lives in his Coup De Ville
A toddler's walking thru the campground
an M-80 in her hand
He's staring from the back seat
He's a Cadillac man

He's a Cadillac Man
Comes from Cadillac roots
He climbed Cadilac Mountain
In his snake skin boots

He mops up at the clinic
Makes enough to get tight
It's fried baloney and beans
Every Saturday night
He likes to grind up pills
He finds in the medical trash
He likes the red ones and the green ones
When he smokes his stash

He's a Cadillac Man
He comes from Cadillac roots
He walks like a ghost
In his snake skin boots

He never learned to read
He never learned to write
His uncle took a pliers
To his underbite
He likes to stay skinny
Less flotsam and jetsam
He truly believes more blood
flows down to his johnson

He's a Cadillac Man
He come from Cadillac roots
He climbed Cadillac Mountain
In his snake skin boots

The kids are creepin' thru the campground
They're gonna hatch their plot
A little sugar in his gas tank
Deep sixed his quarter acre land yacht
So, he went out and stole a car
Went lookin' for some gas
Couldn't see where to put the siphon
So the Cad Man lit a match

He was a Cadillac Man
He come from Cadillac roots
He walks like a ghost
In his snake skin boots

Liner Notes

"...Like the restless souls inhabiting Woody Guthrie’s best work, McCarthy’s characters struggle to find a haven in an evermore-fractured society, fighting to retain their decency in an indecent world, and to discover hope and love in the depths of their own courage. In these beautifully honed lyrics, each as rich in detail and emotion as a short novel, the listener divines the apotheosis of the mundane -- that celebration of the common heart of America reminiscent of the work of Hank Williams, Tom Waits, and Bob Dylan..." - - Bruce Pratt, from Collateral liner notes

The full text follows:

E.L. Doctorow declared, "A novelist is a person who lives in other people's skins." The same may be said for songwriter Cormac McCarthy, because, as the late Bill Morrissey noted in his 1986 notes for McCarthy's debut release, "McCarthy knows his characters well," and Collateral is as much a collection of compelling short stories rife with Joycean epiphanies as it is a compilation of compelling, lyrical songs that reflect the depth of his understanding of the contemporary human condition, and evince his innate appreciation for the tradition that his work continues.
Like the restless souls inhabiting Woody Guthrie's best work, McCarthy's characters struggle to find a haven in an evermore fractured society, fighting to retain their decency in an indecent world, and to discover hope and love in the depths of their own courage. As McCarthy has, and does, live among the people populating his songs, he writes about them with an insider's intuition and understanding. In these beautifully honed lyrics, each as rich in detail and emotion as a short novel, the listener divines the apo­theosis of the mundane — that celebration of the common heart of America reminiscent of the work of Hank Williams, Tom Waits, and Bob Dylan.
McCarthy is, however, never imitative. There is no posturing here, no preaching to the choir, and no tedious explanations for the listener about what he or she has just heard. Instead each song is allowed to re­veal itself, which is the difference between art and journalism.
But it is not word alone that propels this collection. McCarthy's strong, rich, and resonant voice, and long under-appreciated guitar are enhanced by pitch perfect production, lush enough to add grace, yet never intrusive. In short, the musicianship is superb.
In his poem, In My Craft or Sullen Art Dylan Thomas professed that he toiled: "Not for the towering dead...
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages..."
It is for these people, and all the rest of us, for whom McCarthy has crafted these songs, and this album stands with any in recent memory. It will spend a long time in your CD player.
BRUCE PRATT Eddington, Maine

Disography

McCarthy’s singing and guitar playing on “Collateral” is complemented by a number of talented singers and musicians from the Seacoast and Boston area including:
Kent Allyn: bass;
Gary Gemmiti: drums;
Duke Levine: electric guitars, lap steel, dobro, mandola;
Rick Watson: mandolin, percussion;
Joyce Andersen: fiddle, violin;
and on back up vocals
Cecil Abels,
Dennis Brennan,
Sammie Haynes,
Jennifer Kimball and
Rick Watson.

Press Reviews

Collateral -- New Release

"OK, so you're a genius.
I'm just listening to "Collateral" for the umptyumptith time. What an amazing piece of work beginning to end.
It was almost worth the wait since the previous album....Hey, I can't be nice all the time."DJ Dave Palmater from WUMB in Boston


"While it's fashionable to declare every artist's latest offering as their best, "Collateral" is a remarkable achievement in both its simplicity and its solemn lyrical indictment of a society on fumes. These sobering accounts are too precise to be anything but truth. McCarthy doesn't look down on the characters he describes, but rather, stands shoulder-to-shoulder with them, and it's his clear-eyed empathy that makes "Collateral" so believable ....."
- M. England, The Portsmouth Herald


Already deemed his best recording yet, this is a reentry for Cormac into the roots of the music he grew up on. "Like the restless souls inhabiting Woody Guthrie's best work, McCarthy's characters struggle to find a haven in an evermore-fractured society, fighting to retain their decency in an indecent world, and to discover hope and love in the depths of their own courage. As McCarthy has, and does, live among the people populating his songs, he writes about them with an insider's intuition and understanding. In these beautifully honed lyrics, each as rich in detail and emotion as a short novel, the listener divines the celebration of the common heart of America" - Bruce Pratt, from "Collateral" liner notes