The Chris Robinson Brotherhood
magic-door
RELEASED: September 11, 2012
LABEL: Silver Arrow Records
PRODUCER: Thom Monahan
FORMATS: 12" Vinyl / CD
The Magic Door
Silver Arrow Records
There's a thrill upon the hill
Let's go, let's a-go, let's go
There's a thrill upon the hill
Let's go, let's a-go, let's go

There's a house honey, way across town
People coming from miles around
Put on your pretty red dress
Let's go see about this mess
That's it, baby let's git
And go way far upon the hill

We're gonna have a whole lotta fun
We gonna greet the risin' sun
All night long we gonna ball
Until we hear yo mama call
That's it, baby let's git
And go way far upon the hill

There's a thrill upon the hill
Let's go, let's a-go, let's go
There's a thrill upon the hill
Let's go, let's a-go, let's go
Let’s go, Let’s go, Let’s go

Eee-yeah!
Everybody's gonna be there
My friends and yours from everywhere
Oh, what a time it's gonna be!
Come on baby, let's go see
That's it, baby let's git
And go way far upon the hill

There's a thrill upon the hill
Let's go, let's a-go, let's go

There's a thrill upon the hill
A-let's go, let's a-go, let's go.

Well there’s something missing
But they won’t drag the river
God sends his children
Out into the streets
You can dig all you want
There’s no buried hatchets
Just bones on the table
Burn holes in the seat

And I’m growing weary
In the weight of these days

I’ve been down with dogs
I’ve been low with toads
I’ve walked down the road
The old hermit won’t go
And I’ve felt the Holy
In infinite spaces
And I read the names
While they all hid their faces

And I’m feeling weary
In the weight of these days
Yes I’m feeling weary
In the weight of these days

Will you meet me
Someday past the sunset
We’ll shine like chrome
With snow white angel wings
Will you meet
Someday past the sunset
Known by the known
The dreamers of this dream
And stitch by stitch
We work to tear the seam

One hand in the sky
One on the third rail
Your mind can’t be free
If your soul is in jail
So long live the chains
Set my iron free
And long live the king
When he’s dead like me

I’m feeling weary
In the weight Of these days

Will you meet me
Someday past the sunset
We’ll shine like chrome
With snow white angel wings
Will you meet
Someday past the sunset
Known by the known
The dreamers of this dream
And stitch by stitch
We work to tear the seam

Behind the door
Eye the stone
Listen to the voices
That won’t leave tou alone
Climb up the vine
That leads straight to your mind
Get lost in the jungle
Of your own space and time

Because I’m feeling lucky
In the weight of these days

To be struck by the arrow of weakness
On the guilded path to forgiveness
To find my way home when the morning comes
To stay your friend when it's all said and done

Simple as lightning starting wild fire
Just down from a trip off my high wire
Just coming home to walk my own floors
Coming home to the one I adore

Appaloosa
Take me home, Where I can dream my days away

We took your tears back to the river
Knowing all the while there'd be more later
So it goes in a rainy day town
C'mon and won't you let me lay you down

Sometimes the sun makes beggars believers
And sometimes the shrine is built to deceivers
In between let oblivion ring
Oh let me hear all you sad angels sing

Appaloosa
Take me home, Where I can dream my days away

Fools suffer gladly in the face of fate
So I'll leave it up to chance
If it's all the same I'll leave the way that I came
Not afraid to join the dance

Tears of worry where a smile has been
Prophecies come to pass
Bathed in secrets washed in sin
A mystery to take to task

Vibration, love & light
Peace thru your darkest night
Vibrations, light & love
Peace in the valley

Another omen on an angry wind
Another debt to pay
At the end you must know where to begin
Another book another page
Tread lightly through the darkened space
Keep a candle on the path
Do not stop until the morning breaks
Take the cloth out of the bell

Beyond the hills, beyond the dales
Beyond space, arriving there

The time has come my brother, time to weep and moan
The inward exodus from our earthly form
Time to hear the music emitted from the spheres
Time to dance like children on our diamond tears
Set fire to the sails, cut the horses free
Run the ship aground and let what ever be
Find a hole in the wall
One that no one knows it there
Pass on to the other side
Of the great nowhere

To lose your wisdom, to lose your way
Forget the dignity that you traded away
Traded for money, traded for gold
Traded for shadow that you now own

What games you play
It’s hard to tell
When the rules will change
It’s hard to watch you take all my money
It’s hard to listen when you call me honey
Little Lizzie Mae
What did you say
That sent them runnin’
Down the road today
Did you accuse Sir Lionel
And his drunkin’ lady
Did you tell Fair Margaret
That her bus is waiting
Did you tell ‘em that The Peacock
Was burin’ down
That two cruel brothers have come to town
Did you tell them that the raven has taken wing
And flown off with their precious things
Would you could you Little Lizzie Mae
Spend some time with me
I know it wont last too long
And you might be the death of me
Don’t you make me say please
Get out the way
Got things to do down on the farm today
Got something cookin’
Down in the basement
Some black magic recipe
And if you act nice I might let you taste it
And you can tell me what it is you see
Did you see the view from Empire’s Inn
Did you make the shadows your friend
Did you touch the ash feel the snake
Did you see the lightning over the lake
Would you could you Little Lizzie Mae
Spend some time with me
I know it wont last too long
And you might be the death of me
Don’t you make me say please
Little Lizzie Mae
It’s time to pay
Your dept is due there’s no other way
So stop your weeping
And stop your pleading
And get out back
Cause my dogs need feedin’

Pale skies, last snow of spring
John the butcher, picked poor Robin Clean
Black smoke, tied to nine knots
The wheel of stars that won't ever stop
Hole in heaven, rain on the stove
Plough is crooked, lead won’t hold

So sing to me black bird, From out on your wire
Sing me the sorrows, Of a blue eyed liar

Grey prayers, what never can be
Salome words repeated to me
Thread bare, down to my soul
And when it breaks, no one will know
Hole in heaven, rain on the stove
Plough is crooked, lead won’t hold

Rain on the old weather vein
The field where the bay ponies play
When love is just too hard to say
Silence is pain

A raven dies, all will then know
Lone black feather, rests on white snow
Hole in heaven, rain on the stove
Plough is crooked, lead won’t hold

It’s the same old scene
It’s the company you keep
It’s a backstage drag
It’s too late, It’s too bad
It’s funny how the time has changed
Like a sea sick fool
With nothing to lose
And little to gain
Just a hat full of rain
To hide my tears of love for the song

How you gonna go, if your wheels don’t roll?
How you gonna get on without a dream
Set your sails, Dig a hole
We all could use a little sympathy

Red wine, Sun rise
Hello, Goodbye
Here is salt in your eye
Here’s to waking up high
And knowing when to leave
Well enough alone

Don’t live with the lie
That there is no time
To find love again
Hang your troubles on the wind
And sing the song to set you soul free

Fire and water
Tomorrow, yesterday
You can't be here
If you don’t know today
Sons and daughters
Time to find your way
Let nothing come between
You and the love you make

When the curtain calls
Lights out in the hall
Make way for the day
Pack the old guitars away
Rest my head
And dream of my love

Riding in on waves of vibration and light, Chris Robinson Brotherhood’s second album is classic rock in the finest sense. With a mind toward craftsmanship, boogie and heady, accessible depth, the Black Crowes lead singer’s new band – a sinewy, road-hardened unit that put in 120 shows last year – brachiates from vintage thrills like Hank Ballard’s “Let’s Go, Let’s Go, Let’s Go” to tunes with a distinctly ‘70s Grateful Dead feel, though Jerry & Co. rarely had this much organic hip shake or foreboding chooglers like “Someday Past the Sunset.” For all of his prowess in his day job, one senses that they are hearing Robinson’s natural voice in the CRB; still a rocker through and through, but more tender and open about his cosmic proclivities. The CRB’s latest reveals more guitarhero mojo from Neal Casal, who is also a perfect, satisfying vocal foil for Robinson. It’s also fun to hear all of the fresh colors in Crowes’ keyboardist Adam MacDougall in this setting, where he lets his Mini Moog hum beneath his fluttering freak flag. Stitched together by producer Thom Monahan (Vetiver, Devendra Banhart), The Magic Door is a warmly immersive experience for folks seeking something meatier than the mainstream.

– Dennis Cook Relix



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