Deep in the Pocket, Still No Change

by The Benton Roark Band

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On the heels of recent projects such as Rollaway (“dirty-southern-gothic-rock-country-folk”, Discorder Magazine) and Arkora (a “mysterious landscape of instrumental timbre”, WholeNote Magazine) comes the latest from composer, songwriter, and bandleader Benton Roark: Deep in the Pocket, Still No Change by The Benton Roark Band. As his sixth release of original material, Deep in the Pocket was co-produced by Roark and Guillermo Subauste, recorded in Toronto, Vancouver, and Austin, TX, and features an all-star consortium of musicians from across the continent. An alt-country record with edges of jazz, rock, and rhythm n blues, this project marks a turn to extroverted song writing for Roark, comprising ten songs about cross country adventures, backwoods parties, ghost stories, lingering indiscretions, and magical automobiles.

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released December 1, 2016

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Track Name: Getting There
Looking back across the years

Drawing maps and trailing tears

Scattering seeds all across the land

Waiting for the flowers



Pushing daisies through the cracks

On city streets by railroad tracks

Where you and I have cried and laughed

Until the morning hours



Now once more in a twist of fate

We're strung out on love’s interstate

With a freedom only born of fate

I’m on my knees in prayer



Sticking wildflowers in the gun

And swearing the bad times have come and gone

But you chalk up our continued run

To a corny line you got somewhere about time…

Give it time



We set out one early morn

So young back then we were barely born

We stole our hearts and steered them on

And to the four winds scattered



But you know how the story goes

The winds were wild, there was blood on the rose

And baby all along it was under our nose

Everything that mattered



Now that life has dumped us on the shoulder

I know what you're thinking – “I told ya”

But that's the kind of thing you'd never say

Though we'd both think it anyway



Standing here at the sidewalk's end

Another crack closer to the reckonin’
It ain't no map we're followin’

But everybody every now and then needs a sign…

Send down a sign


Wherever it is we're going
Pretty sure we're getting there
'
Cause there's just somewhere up ahead
And I'm pretty sure I don't care

Just where the wind is blowing,
As long as it's in your hair

Wherever it is we sure are
We sure are getting there



Yeah I took the pill, I swallowed it clean

I followed in the footsteps of a faded regime

I saw rainbows in the gasoline

I was coasting on the fumes of yesterday's dream



When the engine went to idle and idle to dead

And I thought about something the TV said

About rainbows and where they lead

The gold's always another mile ahead



Yeah the price was dear, the road was steep

And on the brink of way too deep

You pulled me out of a lithium sleep

We checked our bags and lit out



And it was gold to silver, silver to dust

Scattering the ashes from a Greyhound bus

If there's one thing in this life I've sussed

You care for it, it moves you down the line…

It moves you down the line



Now with them bad times come and gone

They were hard lost but harder won

And I won't forget all the fighting we've done

If you don't forget just where we're going



Now we’re broken down, and no one’s cryin’

No one feigning wild surprise

Just silly questions and smiling eyes

The answers we're both knowing



“Can't we go back to the good old days

Rolling down the road in a glory blaze?”

I laugh and stick another flower in the vase

No, but we got a field where we can lie



And gaze into them rolling clouds

And hope that someone's looking down

In a mirror world where it's right-side-round

Where mine is yours and where darling what's yours is mine…

What's mine is yours, what’s yours is mine



Wherever it is we're going
Pretty sure we're getting there
'
Cause there's just somewhere up ahead
And I'm pretty sure I don't care

Just where the wind is blowing,
As long as it's in your hair

Wherever it is we sure are
We sure are getting there…
We’re getting there

Track Name: The Cavalry is Comin'
Drinking ripple on a Sunday afternoon
We’re shaving that old dog and callin’ some tunes
Looks like them good old days don’t go gently into that good night
Still we do what we can to try to keep up the good fight

But the juice is runnin' low, we’re in the reserves
And time’s out on the other side, steeling his nerves
So I say, “come on honey let’s ride, there’s a depot just over the line”
Yeah, we gotta keep this castle rockin’ like we did back in ‘99

So sit tight and hold on, and wait around
For the reinforcements to come along

Gonna keep this old fort rockin’ till the cavalry comes
We ain’t slowin' down, yeah we hardly begun
So stow them blues and try to have a little fun
And keep on gunnin’, ‘cause the cavalry is comin’

You hear that shotgun crack and we’re back on the run
It seems like always somethin’ tapped out, the gas or the funds
And we’re burnin’ the fumes just tryin’ to make it back to the fight
Yeah we do what we can, and sometimes it comes out right

Gonna keep this old fort rockin’ till the cavalry comes
We ain’t slowin’ down, yeah we hardly begun
So stow them blues and try to have a little fun
And keep on runnin’…

So load up the last round and rally the crew
And quit all that talk about the good times we knew
‘Cause just when you think the last few are down or fallin’
You hear that bugle callin’

Well the battle is lost but this war ain’t over yet
Fortune and glory, and should we forget
All the good times we lost, we still fire one off from time to time
Yeah it’s the most we can do to try to keep up with this life

And when it’s winding down, that’s when you got to
That’s when you got to sing it loud

Gonna keep this old fort rockin’ till the cavalry comes
We ain’t slowin’ down, yeah we hardly begun
So stow them blues and try to have a little fun
And keep on gunnin’, ‘cause the cavalry is comin’
Track Name: The Devil Can Row
Well it was late one night, not a star in sight
When I took the john boat down to the dyke
I was hot on the trail of the golden pike
I was gonna show them boys just who was right

It was quiet as a rock, still as a stone
I got the feeling that I weren’t alone
Up row a man in a long row boat
His hood was black but his skin was bone

He smelled like death, he looked like laughter
He said that he knew just what I was after,
He said, “Come with me boy, you can leave that tackle,
It ain’t a question, boy, you gotta”

Chorus
Row man, row, the Devil can row
Faster than the motor on your little john boat
Ain’t a prayer keep you afloat
So take a deep breath, it’s down we go

When I came to, my skin was blue
In the watery light of the pale yellow moon
Floating high above, trickling through
But getting further and further every breath I drew

Legend had it, well, I couldn’t remember
Something ‘bout a fish and a flood and a sinner
I didn’t care, man, I was gonna win her
After all fishes is good for dinner

Chorus

Well I hit rock bottom, and guess what I saw
There were streets and houses and cars and
Trees swaying in a breeze by a lake in the park
Golden scales glowing deep in the dark

Then came a rumble in my chest like thunder
Those that reach far God splits asunder
A crack and a horn like the Judgement Day
Then the tide came along and swept me away, singing

Chorus

And to this day, the locals say
“If you go fishing, boy, don’t stray
There’s a lake and a town deep down beneath
And a golden fish you’d best let be”

But if you gotta be brave, don’t be a fool
And like I did forget this rule
Careful what you seek, you may find
What’s waiting for you at the end of your line

Chorus
Track Name: Wayfaring Stranger Revisited
The days go by, and the signs go by

On the interstate. It's getting late.


The city lights are fading in.

We've seen some road, but we're going home,



‘Cause we're getting tired of northern ways,

Of northern winds, of northern lays.


It's been some time, but we're turning in.

We can't deny it was better then.



Go your way you wayfaring stranger.

Watch the years, and nothing’s changed.

You're still running down the dreams

Of the old wayfaring kings, but they're gone.



We ended up in Tennessee
With an old grey coat, run out of green.


We heard the last chord in the air,

But its dying down was too much to bear.



We'd lost our minds, but we had our pride,

And we stood prepared to die.


Them shadows crawling across the land.

Night knows the way to break a man.



There's a place I go when I'm feeling gone.

It's summer there, and I'm still a son.


Don't you try to learn, don't you try to care,

And when you're gone, you leave it there.



Go your way you wayfaring stranger.

Watch the years, and nothing’s changed.

You're still running down the dreams

Of the old wayfaring kings, but they're gone,

But they're gone.
Track Name: Maze of Love
I'm lost baby, lost in your maze of love

I'm lost baby, lost in this crazy love

I can't find my way through

I'm lost baby, lost in you



I've been all up and down this floor

Lookin' around every corner and behind every door
I've been all up and down this floor

Lookin' around every corner and behind every door 

And it ain’t nothin’ but dead ends
Places I've already been in this crazy love



I can hear a voice callin’

From outside these long, lonely walls

I can hear a voice that’s callin’

From outside these long, lonely walls

It's drivin' me insane

I’ve got to stop the pain



I'm lost baby, lost in your maze of love

I'm lost baby, lost in this crazy love

I can't find my way through

I'm lost baby, lost in you

Track Name: The Mountain Patrol
Someone called the Mountain Patrol
It looks like the party’s got too much soul
We shoulda guessed it, it ain’t a surprise
We been shakin’ on the mountain since we saw the moon rise

It started down on the docks
Billy started beatin’ on an old beer box
And Martha joined in on a couple of spoons
Till I took out my guitar and started to croon

When we get to singin’
There ain’t no stoppin’ us, let ‘em come-a-ringin’
‘Cause when we’re feelin’ the power
It gets stronger by the minute, no matter what the hour
I think we got it under control
But somethin’ tells me you’re gonna stroll right in
Anyway, after all it ain’t a party
Till someone calls the Mountain Patrol

Right about the clock strike three
Someone yells out “we got company”
Headlights brakin’ at the top of the drive
Shinin’ up on a scene, sakes alive!

Jenny’s got her tongue in a clown someone invited
Billy got caught with his pants down unrequited
Twins crankin’ butts in the mashed potatoes
All things better left unilluminated

When we get to singin’
There ain’t no stoppin’ us, let ‘em come-a-ringin’
‘Cause when we’re feelin’ the power
It gets stronger by the minute, no matter what the hour
I think we got it under control
But somethin’ tells me you’re gonna stroll right in
Anyway, after all it ain’t a party
Till you party with the Mountain Patrol

“Hey there wait a minute, man, don’t we know each other?
Aren’t you the kid of a friend of my mother?
Come on in, take a break, man, I know you’re just a volunteer
Folks this is Officer Dan. Dan, do you want a beer?”

An hour later and the party’s still bumpin’
Billy passed out in a pile of somethin’
And Bojangles at the “I love you man” stage
Cryin’ while Martha’s playin’ “Tears of Rage”

Revolutionaries shootin’ the Crown
And officer Dan…”officer down”
And the Mountain Patrol is on the radio
They’re callin’ for backup, and we’re callin’

Hey dee ho! Hey dee ho…

When we get to singin’
There ain’t no stoppin’ us, let ‘em come-a-ringin’
‘Cause when we’re feelin’ the power
It gets stronger by the minute, no matter what the hour
It got a little out of control
What can I say, that’s just how we roll over here
Anyway, after all it ain’t a party
Till you party with the Mountain,
Till you party with the Mountain Patrol!
Track Name: Mississippi Avenue
Mississippi Avenue
Alone, it’s 5 AM
And you’ve got a dying recollection 
Of the room that you was in

And on your lips and tongue, the stain
Of sin and spirits bleeding
There’s a missed call on the telephone
You’ve got a bad feeling

The promise of the evening
It only goes so far
Then you’re out there on the avenue
Taking whatever’s having you

Deep down believing
This wasn’t in the cards
But you’re a fool for the dream…
Yeah the dream dies hard

She handed you a whiskey
She handed you a kiss
She promised you her body
And led you by the wrist

Down alleyways to basement doors 
Somehow you had the key
And you emerge with one less day
One more dark memory

The promise of forever
It only goes so far
Another night, another love
Not much to speak of

No stranger to deception
Yet somehow there you are
Still dreaming of forever…
Yeah the dream dies hard

Past rain battered bodegas
The Mississippi slides
Past river towns and shanty bars
Gambling with the tide

And I followed my reason
And I followed my heart
Now I just follow the river
Getting further from the start

The promises they make you
They’ll get you good and far
When you’re out there on the river
And she’s taken all you’ve given her

And the dream has forsaken you
And left you in the dark
Just trying to wake up
From a dream…

Mississippi Avenue
Ain’t nothing but a dream
If one thing is for certain
It’s that things ain’t what they seem

‘Cause this life is a jungle
And you don’t aim to leave
‘Cause there ain’t nothing out there
Or so you believe

The promise of the avenue
Will get you good and far
But the Mississippi needs out
And one day it’s gonna bleed out

Maybe then redeem you 
Of your sins, your lucky stars
When the dream dies, baby
The dream dies
Track Name: Old Blue was a Good Car
Well Old Blue was a good car, she took it nice and slow
She most agreed with anywhere that I’d suggest we go
Out upon the highway, sailing like a dream
All that honking at her, but my Blue was true to me

Chorus:
Blue, I’ll remember you
When I’m riding in my limousine on Broadway
They put you in the junkyard, but don’t you cry for shame
‘Cause there ain’t no set of wheels that could ever live up to your name

Yeah, she was better to me any person’s ever been
She ran on dreams and gasoline, and she didn’t drink my gin
Blue was always game when it was time to go to town
And she’d always take the wheel when the police pulled us down

Chorus

It used to be for Old Blue that no mountain was too steep
No road was ever to long, no ocean was too deep
When she got old I could not bear to see her turn to rust
So I gassed up her and made a sign: “Anywhere or bust!”

It was in the front seat where I held my mama’s hand
And it was in the back seat where I became a man
They put you in the junkyard, but don’t you cry for shame
‘Cause we’re headed off to Texas to the Motor Hall of Fame
Come on girl, we’re headed for the big time!

Well I drove her through the desert, I drove her through the snow
I drove her into outer space and on to Idaho
And it was on some dusty mountain road, my darling met her match
So I sold her parts and shed a tear, and bought a Cadillac

Chorus
Track Name: One More Time
Here we go again, rollin’ down that road
We know where it ends, but that never stopped us before
Baby you’s my friend, come on let’s make it more again
Let’s stick it to the floor, come on baby

Chorus:
One more time, baby let’s do this one more time
We ain’t got the reason, but baby we got the rhyme
We may find that we end up upon this same old line
But baby I don’t mind, let’s do this one more time

Here we go again, I can follow the signs
Straight till you hit water, then go a little bit farther now baby
Ain’t no shame at all, it’s so easy to fall
And there’s a flame below, so let’s stick it to the wall, come on baby

Chorus

Here we go again, here we go again
Rollin’ down the road, wanna little piece of soul
Got a fire below, so baby here we go again

Can you follow the sign, can you follow the sign
Ain’t a shame at all, gonna stick it to the wall,
Got a fire in the drawer, so come on baby follow the sign

Rollin’ down the road, wanna little piece of soul
Got a fire below, so baby here we go, singin’
Ain’t a shame at all, gonna stick it to the wall
Gotta fire in the drawer, baby everybody falls

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Track Name: Oklahoma
I pulled over north of OKC.

There was just something in the air, like a blood memory

Blowing across the Osage on a prairie wind,

Carrying me back to some place I ain't never been

In my time, no in my time.



I saw the old dreams in ashes lie

In a circle around my life, just waiting to fly,

But there's still a fire in my heart, and I feel home

For the first time.



I knew an old man, was born in Wichita.

He worked in the black gold, and he fought in the war.

Our war was cold so we made our own,

And it's over now, but it ain't never won.



It's gonna take a new dream to shake the dust

When the body's fallow, and the spirit's rust.

There's still a fire in my heart, and I'm coming home for another try

In Oklahoma, in Oklahoma.



All that young direction, just like smoke in the wind,

Is gathering up in a heaven that you once placed your hopes in.

There's a storm coming, yeah that cloud is gonna fall

And sow the fields with ashes – you know everything that passes

Will come again.



And ain't it just like old Wichita's advice?

It never really sticks but after once or twice.

For all your driving, you're gonna lose that road,

But that don't matter none when you finally decide to step in from the cold.



So give me a new dream, the old dream is dust.

Fire up the old rig, and damn the rust.

Stoke the fires in your hearts, I'm coming home for another try

In Oklahoma, in Oklahoma, in Oklahoma.