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Dead Queen and the River was supposedly formed in 1953, near Newport News (Virginia/USA).
A mystery remains as to how members disappeared after their very first gig, and no one heard of them since ...
They just vanished.

Dead Queen and the River reappeared recently somewhere in Southern Europe and recorded several songs with a renowned brass band (the Dejan Lazarevic orkestar). The rumour tells that the meeting took place during a concert, in Požega, a small provincial town of Serbia. The two bands gave an astounding performance where, for the first time, Dead Queen's folk and country music met the Balkan folklore.

And that is all we know so far ...



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Here and there

From the shores of Montenegro to the shores of Louisiana
The same people live and die
Without a penny in their hands.

From the streets of old Belgrade to the streets of New Orleans
People have their own disasters
But they all have the same dreams.

We all sing, we all dance to the sound of a banjo
We all shout, we all cry to the gypsy brass
We pretend that we all stand in the same row
But we all fight, we resist and we sing to the roaring bass.

From the docks of Baton Rouge to the docks of Novi Sad
The same people sweat their souls off
Expecting things to become bad.

From the clubs of Lafayette street to the clubs of Kalemegdan
The same people drown in Bourbon
To forget their lack of chance.

We all sing, we all dance to the sound of a banjo
We all shout, we all cry to the gypsy brass
We pretend that we all stand in the same row
But we all fight, we resist and we sing to the roaring bass.

From the fields of the Mississippi to my Grandpa’s crumbling house
The same people gather cattle
Same folks on a different ground.

From the place where I was born to my sunny south of France
I see always the same people
The same stories on different lands.

We all sing, we all dance to the sound of a banjo
We all shout, we all cry to the gypsy brass
We pretend that we all stand in the same row
But we all fight, we resist and we sing to the roaring bass.


Johnny Randall

Johnny went on a very long journey
Mama said you gotta earn some money
I’m old now and you’re a grown boy
Now that I’ve taught all I know
You gotta learn and you gotta go
Pack your things now you’re on your own

But mama please I’m just sixteen
Here’s the only place I’ve ever been
How can you ask me to leave home
The world is tough and the world is mean
And I need your shoulder to lean
To lean my head on

Go, go Johnny go
You’re on your own
You gotta learn to be a man
There’s so much to know
Just leave and roam
Lift your head up and don’t you look back

Johnny sadly packed his bags
His dad’s guitar his dirty rags
Hugged his mother and kissed her goodbye
Mama I will be back soon
I’ll count the days I’ll count the moons
I promise I won’t ever cry or whine

Listen Johnny to what I say
Be careful and don’t go astray
Be a good boy and make your mama proud
Travel all across the land
Across the mighty seas and through foreign grounds
Breathe deep and sing your song aloud

Go, go Johnny go
You’re on your own
You gotta learn to be a man
There’s so much to know
Just leave and roam
Lift your head up and don’t you look back

By the age of twenty three
A girl said you’re so good to me
He thought then he became a man
But he was wrong and he knew that
His journey was not over yet
He has to move on while he can

On the road with his pack again
With his old guitar as his only friend
He saw things he only dreamt to see
A dark sea and a river of gold
Where a dead queen still lives he was told
He saw things he’s only dreamt to see

Go, go Johnny go
You’re on your own
You gotta learn to be a man
There’s so much to know
Just leave and roam
Lift your head up and don’t you look back

A few years passed for Johnny to
See the world and have a fight or two
And also to find his true love
She said Johnny marry me
He had no choice but to agree
And thank his angels above

He knew then it was the time
To go home and tell his Mom
All the great things that he had done
But when he passed the old house door
His mama wasn’t there no more
But he knew she would have been proud

No, no Johnny no
You don’t need to go
Anymore this is your land
You saw the world and roamed
Now you’re back home and you know you are a man
(Now you’re back home and you know that you became a man)



Simple song

You rock my heart and my soul, it’s true
When the lights are out, when you roll
Your hips and move the way you do
It drives me insane, I want more. And there you go

You, I think of every single day
You make the nights bright when you’re home
The day we met, you made me whole. More than you know

Woman, you sure know how to put a spell over
A man. How to keep him in the reach of
Your hands. How to give him what he (really) wants, what he needs.
Oh do it please.

When it happens that we don’t agree
We talk and we just sort it out
And sometimes when you shout at me
There’s nothing to be worried ‘bout. I let it slide.

When you need my arms to comfort you
I am always here by your side
I will be always walking by. Right by your side.

Woman, you sure know how to put a spell over
A man. How to keep him in the reach of
Your hands. How to give him what he (really) wants, what he needs.
Oh do it please.


Get Lost

Get lost. What you said to me
Get lost. Oh boy can’t you see that I am better off alone
Get lost. Get away from me
Get lost. You won’t ever be the kind of guy that can have my love

Susie was a few years older
She walked the streets like no other
With a glance hotter that fire
She had that really special smile

She danced ‘til the break of dawn
She was the queen of the floor
But she always danced alone
The cutest girl I saw in a while

Get lost. What you said to me
Get lost. Oh boy can’t you see that I am better off alone
Get lost. Get away from me
Get lost. You won’t ever be the kind of guy that can have my love

Susie hanged a lot in bars
Drinking whiskey from the jar
Smoking like old-time movie stars
But I knew it was all a role

When she was talking, all the guys
Couldn’t get away their eyes
Wearing the same stupid smile
And I was so tiny in my hole

Get lost. What you said to me
Get lost. Oh boy can’t you see that I am better off alone
Get lost. Get away from me
Get lost. You won’t ever be the kind of guy that can have my love

I had to find the proper way
To find something to say
Before it is too late
Before she leaves with another guy

I made my move and went to her
To that very special girl
Got too close I got burned
She laughed at me and I felt I could cry

Get lost. What you said to me
Get lost. Oh boy can’t you see that I am better off alone
Get lost. Get away from me
Get lost. You won’t ever be the kind of guy that can have my love



The port

When I looked west at the ships in the harbour
I asked my friend Paul to do me a favour
“Turn your wheel now and drive me the other way”

So many years of unloading some crates
And there is nothing to gain
I’ve spent my whole life in some cargo hold

I’ve damaged my health, I sure ruined my life
I’ve lost the good things I had
No, I did not find salvation on the port
I know what the docks think, I know how they kill me
I know the ships have a soul
I know how they suck mine just to feed their own

Drunken sailors and oily water and dirty harbour and broken dockers
Here comes another boat  and another boat (x4)… and another…


(Farewell) Rainy summer morning

When I saw you there sitting by the phone
Knowing perfectly well she will never call
You were there waiting on a ghost.
You were hopelessly sitting all alone
In your old dark suit staring at the door
Like she was (standing) there in the foggy dawn.

Could someone help this lonely soul ?
“James, take these flowers, we should go”

We left early through the cold morning rain
Thinking of how it was, how it felt back then
Followed by the sorrow and the pain.
And the countryside never looked so sad
And the morning air never smelled that bad
(Such) a perfect day to say goodbye

Nothing will ever be the same
“James you are really not to blame”

All the friends were there standing by the gates
Having the same sad look on their faces
Nobody knew what they should say.
And what could they do and what could they say
There were no words that could heal the pain
Slowly we all walked towards the grave

And the rain falling on our hands
Turned the dust in some muddy ground
And when the wind started to blow
James threw the flowers on the floor


The witch and the widow

There’s a witch and there’s a widow
There’s a black and skinny cat
Heavy curtains on the window
A woman with a velvet hat
There are potions on the table
A deck of cards and amulets
Thirteen candles on the cupboard
The strangest people I have ever met

I need something to bring my lady
I need something to bring her back
Use your pins or use your needles
Your hoodoo tricks
She left me, I miss her bad

The old woman told the widow
And told the witch to take my hand
“You need to give away your sorrow
I need you to make amends
Here we were a strange assembly
When the walls started to shake
“You will soon see your lady
This flask I give you, you shall never break”

I need something to bring my lady
I need something to bring her back
Use your pins or use your needles
Your hoodoo tricks
She left me, I miss her bad


Foreign Towns (song for idiot)

Foreign towns are full of strangers
I don’t wanna go (x2)
In foreign towns, the streets are too narrow
I don’t wanna go (x2)
In foreign towns, there is only foreign food
I don’t wanna go (x2)
In foreign towns, the girls are foreign too
I don’t wanna go (x2)

I don’t wanna go (x2)
I am better here drinking on my own
I don’t wanna go (x2)
They have all I need at the local store

In foreign towns, the people are too smelly
I don’t wanna go (x2)
In foreign towns, they all wear different clothes
I don’t wanna go (x2)
In foreign towns, they all play different sports
I don’t wanna go (x2)
In foreign towns, the people smoke too much
I don’t wanna go (x2)

I don’t wanna go (x2)
I am better here drinking on my own
I don’t wanna go (x2)
They have all I need at the local store

In foreign towns, they worship foreign saints
I don’t wanna go (x2)
The foreign towns, they are all in foreign lands
I don’t wanna go (x2)
In foreign towns, they all drive foreign cars
I don’t wanna go (x2)
In foreign towns, they hate me and my home land
I don’t wanna go (x2)

I don’t wanna go (x2)
All the things I heard, they don’t make we wanna go
I don’t wanna go (x2)
I’m an idiot… but I just don’t know.

 

Sunday Kids

Picture yourself on a bench by the sea
As the quiet waves wash away the rocky beach.
The sound of the market on the old town’s square
Doesn’t seem to bother you, you don’t seem to care.
A book and a soda and a pack of cigarettes
The day is really hot, your life is flat.

You are a Sunday kid living your Sunday life
Breathing the salty air, feeling the southern light.

Picture yourself on the road by the river
It’s been such a long time that there’s no water (in it).
Thinking of the boats that never sailed here,
Picturing a harbour in your dreams.

Boredom kept all of your friends at home
It’s Sunday and you’re better on your own.
No one to call, do you need them anyway
Spending all your time looking at the bay.
Nothing to do and nowhere special to go,
This day was meant for you to stay alone.

You are a Sunday kid living your Sunday life
Breathing the salty air, feeling the southern light.

You are a Sunday kid having your Sunday dreams
Dragging your lonely self over your Sunday nights



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