Roadblock | Norman Lamont

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Liner notes

Slow and gloomy, with a Southern worksong refrain, the thoughts of a man facing his death.

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About the artist

Fronting it all up, Lamont’s voice trembles within the skin of bittersweet melodies that is reminiscent of a nasal Ray Davies, and it’s this likeable fragility which delivers the chills on a run of three standout tracks – “Dorothy’s Book,” the epic ambitions of “The Spell” and the darkly sublime “Anywhere But Here.” These 16 minutes (plus the deliciously gloomy ruminations of the excellent title track) shows Lamont to be a songwriter of depth and imagination. (Review by Sid Smith)

Lyrics

They stopped me at the roadblock, I never made the town
I showed my cards I showed my name,
they said You people are all the same


The fallen leaves by the river,yellow in the rain
I walked this path so many times
One day soon this will all be mine

I broke the old white stallion, now he's grazing in the yard
I call his name, he turns his head
One day soon we'll both be dead

Tomorrow I'll be far away, and you won't know I'm gone
I'm going south I'm going south
In the chains that put these songs in my mouth


I broke the old white stallion, now he's grazing in the yard
I call his name, he turns his head
One day soon we'll both be dead.