God of Bitumen

by Heiko HESH Schramm

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Recorded by Arno Jordan at Castle Studio Schloss Röhrsdorf | www.castle-rohrsdorf.com/de/recording-studio/

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released March 20, 2016

Additional musicians: Matthias Macht – drums / Fran Dango – bass & vocals/ Ralph Qno Kunze - piano on "I Just Like To Walk By Myself".

Produced by Ralph Qno Kunze & Heiko HESH Schramm.
Mastered by Ralph Qno Kunze | www.qno-records.de


Cover artwork by Fran Dango | Hobo Hill Productions.

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Heiko HESH Schramm, former bassist of American blues singer & guitarist Chris Whitley's band, is now venturing on solo roads with his blend of lo-fi Americana tunes and edgy stories on the rare beauty of sideman life.

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Track Name: Letter From Paris
LETTER FROM PARIS


I hope I don’t send
the letter from Paris to you
I hope I don’t send
the letter from Paris to you

To let you pass with dignity
To struggle with myself
about how much I miss you

I hope I don’t put
the letter from Paris in the mail
I hope I don’t put
the letter from Paris in the mail

What a luxurious moment
on this afternoon
to dream up my place
on top of this world

I hope I’ll read
the letter
the letter
from Paris again
I hope I’ll read
the letter
the letter
from Paris again

To realize
how much this has all got to do with you
and not with
the longing to find
my Place
on top of this world

Heiko HESH Schramm
Track Name: Seagulls & Nations
SEAGULLS & NATIONS


whatever corrosion
the sea remains
cause it’s always in motion
it’s never the same

whatever devotion
the sea remains
feeling lost in transition
there’s no one to blame

seagulls and warplanes flying high
empires and nations passing by
lovers and liquor make you high
remember her name, she leaves you dry

whatever probation
the sea remains
here or in prison
it’s always the same

whenever permission
the sea remains
there’s no concessions
it’s always insane

eagles and drones flying high
waiting for chances, leaves a long sigh
poisoned temptations, as hard as you try
betraying your friends, it’s always a lie

Fran & HESH
Track Name: Windy Corners
WINDY CORNERS

Waiting for your heart, waiting for your soul
Wait to get out, out of this hole
Some windy corners, train sounds and loners
windy corners, train sounds and loners
Waiting for a song, waiting for the sea
Wait to get a ride, a good ride for free
So windy corners, whorehouses and boners
windy corners, train sounds and loners

One heart, yet another start
One heart - it's a world in your mind
Run, run, run to run
Follow me and the way of the sun

Waiting for your heart, waiting for your soul
Wait to get out, out of this hole
Some windy corners, train sounds and loners
windy corners, train sounds and loners

One heart, yet another start
One heart - it's a world in your mind
Run, run, run to run
If it’s with you, it would be fun
One heart, yet another start
One heart - it's a world in your mind
Run, run, run to run
But without you, it wouldn’t be fun

HESH & FRAN
Track Name: The Blue Note Song
THE BLUE NOTE SONG


When the old shades scream too loud
I go out at night like many men before
Afraid to miss the miracle I roam
To a bar where there's no thorough plan

Mr G. in his white Hanes tee
Free hugs and five bucks admission fee
Wishing for love, but just getting in a fight
Whatever, maybe another night

They’re telling you times are changing
Well the longing remains, but the magic’s strayed
At Mr G.’s you feel like Jet-Set Jane
Even if you’ve got no cash for the plane

Mr G. in his white Hanes tee
Free hugs and five bucks admission fee
Wishing for love, but just getting in a fight
Whatever, who needs Vegas lights...

Patient Mr G. pours Jim Beam on factory-faded skinny jeans
Removing fingers from cellphones
While a woman in a leopard dress dances in dim red light’s caress
Mr. G spins some records...

When the hour draws near for all the students to disappear
And get some sleep for their career
While a woman in a leopard dress dances in dim red light’s caress
And the ashtrays are a mess...

Mr G. in his white Hanes tee
Free hugs and five bucks admission fee
Wishing for love, but just getting in a fight
Whatever, maybe tomorrow night

HESH & FRAN
Track Name: Early Bird Special
EARLY BIRD SPECIAL

The sun is rising - the day turns bright
an open door - a gleaming new light
erasing the dark shadows of last night

You’re still asleep, my cat-like slumbering wife
I’m so excited, happy to be alive
But out into the streets I long to dive

Back on the street, a simple man’s pride
Back on track, I get into my stride
Back on the street, a simple man’s pride
on my Early Bird Special Ride
on my Early Bird Special Ride

Steaming streets - wet from the rain
nobody’s out - just some night prey
my first smoke blends
with the fresh start of a new day.

I go into Shopsin’s on Morton Street
with black coffee, Kenny’s on his feet
his gaze on the book I start to read
“My friend, Mr. Ellroy won’t succeed
won’t make you a better man indeed.
won’t make you a better man indeed.

Back on the street, a simple man’s pride
Back to Fran, I get into my stride
Back on the street, a simple man’s pride
on this Early Bird Special Ride
on this Early Bird Special Ride

HESH & Fran
Track Name: Stop Shooting Your Mouth Off
STOP SHOOTING YOUR MOUTH OFF


Standing at the point of no return,the final crossroads
realising that,on the one hand
not all your cards are being re-dealt
and on the other,the virgin’s song is now,
a stranger to your ear

the magician fling the curtains wide to reveal nothing
leaving you with just the blood pulsating through your veins
Sure,you are still here
but the only reason is, that Lucifer
won’t let you in yet,the Old Trickster
he just gives you, a few words for the road
he just gives you, a few words for the road:

It’s much more entertaining
to grab the ones who love life
make like a tree and leave
STOP SHOOTING YOUR MOUTH OFF
and beware the mirrors in hyenas eyes
you say you want to draw your last breath,why?
You still have enough to say you love your son
You still have enough to say you love your son

Down in the gutter
violet clouds of fate
fill the skies of the muses’ chosen ones
but all they bring you
is the chill of their shadows
as they
race by

It’s much more entertaining
to grab the ones who love life
make like a tree and leave
STOP SHOOTING YOUR MOUTH OFF
and beware the mirrors in hyenas eyes
you say you want to draw your last breath,why?
You still have enough to say you love your son
You still have enough to say you love your son

HESH
Track Name: Fran's All American Hotel
FRAN'S ALL AMERICAN HOTEL


The only way
to smell those stairwells again
back in those
old American hotels
is to write
write this down

The only way
to tread Moriarty dust
and hear the
eighteen-wheelers rush
is to hum
hum this tune

The only way
to please my prostate
to ease my aching bones
is to take this
to the stage

The only way
to get by without you -
for now at least -
is to sing
sing this song
Track Name: God of Bitumen
GOD OF BITUMEN


He felt like a preacher man
Sent from the God of Bitumen
Spent some dough and a warm word
on the indigent
He felt like a preacher man
in his black suit, walking by a garbage can

Just another clown
trying to be a preacher man
but when nobody’s views, he takes a sneaky glance
at some lady’s boobs
just another clown
trying to be a preacher man

He looked like a preacher man
but he just fled those
who needed him the most
He looked like a preacher man
empty inside, on a diet of crackers and wine

Just another clown
trying to be a preacher man
but when nobody views he take a sneaky glance
at some lady’s boobs
just another clown
trying to be a preacher man
but always has luck and enough money
for booze and another bunny

Just another clown
trying to be a preacher man
but when nobody’s views he takes a sneaky glance
at some lady’s boobs
just another clown
trying to be a preacher man

HESH & FRAN