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Death & Taxes

by The Stanfields

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nickelsandpearls The Boston States made me fall in love with this group, but this album in particular has a lot of good stuff happening. It's become my go-to when I'm walking to work, as the songs have fantastically sustaining rhythms that are perfect for moving to, while telling engaging and relatable stories that tug on the heartstrings. I really enjoy the bluesy folk undertones. Definitely wish I discovered them sooner, gonna make up for lost time now! Favorite track: Dunvegan's Drums.
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knightwraiths Not sure how I never heard of this album, but you can thank Pandora for throwing a few of your songs into my Dropkick Murphys channel. lead me to buying Death & Taxes. Loven all the songs. my 3 top, The Boston States, Run on the Banks and Ms. McGrath..
Favorite track: The Boston States.
I’m a Jack of all trades and a bastard son, a burnt out slave and a master of none A cog on a wheel in a dog and pony show But if I won the lottery, I’d be taken seriously With the keys to the kingdom and a stock portfolio No I don’t know why I wait for pigs to fly A normal day for them is a miracle for me The master makes the rules, and the master plays the fools An ordinary voice in a silent harmony Look at the Jones, they ain’t sad at all, they love the wage, they hate us all They dance to the rhythm of a dark and distant drone I can’t keep up with the Jones no more, I can’t make rent when I had it before Now a big wolf is at the door looking for blood from a stone Should I grow old before I die, just another John Doe in debt to his eyes Choking on the barrel of a gun run down my throat Held by the master’s invisible hands, “More, more, more!” the master commands “Call in the lawyers, piss on the ants,” I quote. No joke
When I came home from the Anzio shore, I got me a job at a Shiretown store I married up quick, we had the one son My limit was hit and my race was run We raised him right and we put him through school With a gentle embrace and an iron rule Our world was shattered when we lost our son To the business end of a gangster’s gun How do you go from the Bernhardt Line to chasing anonymous ships in the night? How do you live with a lingering ghost? With a run on the banks With a run on the banks When they buried my boy of 22 years, I swore I’d do more than choke on my tears So I hardened up my heart, took up the oath And looked for ways to avenge us both Me and his mother, we never were the same, She left me one spring and I am to blame I forgot about living, forgot about her Forgot about love and the way things were Sixteen guns, 25 kilos, a couple thousand rounds when we run her aground The crew bailed out and headed for the hills With a barrel of blow and a mountain of pills No arrest in her majesty’s waters, no victory for the mothers and fathers of the young and the damned The guilty walk free to continue their trade on a cruel black sea
Mrs. McGrath 04:53
“Mrs McGrath,” the sergeant said, “would you like a soldier of your son Ted?” Scarlet coat, a big cocked hat, Mrs. McGrath would you like that?” Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore and after seven years or more She spotted a ship come into the bay With her son from far away Too- rai-eh-ful-diddly-eh Too-rai-loo-rai-loo-rai-eh Too- rai-eh-ful-diddly-eh Too-rai-loo-rai-loo-rai-eh “Captain dear, where have you been, sailing the Mediterranean? Have you news of my son Ted? Is he living or is he dead?” Then Teddy boy came out with no legs and in their place, two wooden pegs She kissed him a dozen times or two and said, “My God Ted is it you?” “Were you drunk or were you blind, when you left your two fine legs behind? Or was walking upon the sea that tore your two fine legs from thee?” “No I wasn’t drunk and I wasn’t blind when I left my two fine legs behind. A cannonball on the fifth of May tore my two fine legs away.” “Teddy boy,” the widow cried, “your two fine legs were your mother’s pride. Stumps of a tree won’t do at all, you should’ve run from the cannonball.” “All foreign wars,” I do proclaim, “live on blood and a mother’s pain. I’d rather my boy as he used to be then the king of the west and his navy.”


We made this record with Mike Fraser. He also recorded Thunderstruck.



released September 18, 2012

Jon Landry - Vocals // Guitar
Jason Wright - Bouzouki // Background Vocals
Jason MacIsaac - Guitar // Background Vocals
Craig Eugene Harris - Bass // Background Vocals // Guitar
Mark Murphy - Drums // Percussion // Background Vocals

Ian McKinnon - Tin Whistle // Bodhran on 'The Boston States'
Robbie Aggas - Background vocals

Produced by Mike Fraser & The Stanfields
Engineered by Mike Fraser
Assistant Engineering by Darren Van Niekerk
Recorded at Sonic Temple (Halifax, NS)
Mixed by Mike Fraser at Warehouse Studio (Vancouver BC)
Assistant Mix Engineering by Brad Salter
Mastered by Adam Ayan at Gateway Mastering (Portland, ME)
Graphic Design and Layout by Mike McDougall (Devcom)
Executive Producer - Ian McKinnon // Groundswell Music


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