Getting Into Trouble

by Markus Rill

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In Theory 03:39
In Theory (Markus Rill) You’d think that I’d know better than to keep banging on this old guitar I sure know better than to think that it’s ever gonna make me any dough but nothing else can make me fly so high or come crashing down this hard well, I know, believe me, I know that’s a whole lotta magic I won’t be letting go I thought about it long and hard and still feel the way I feel blind passion may be not that smart but I see all I need to see my heart believes this dream’s as real as anything I know in theory Hey, and I ought to know better than to hang my heart on hope I sure know better than to avoid facing the truth Someday looking back I’ll have my share of regrets and don’t think I don’t know cause I do, believe me, I do and that’s a whole lotta knowledge to live up to I thought about it long and hard and still feel the way I feel blind passion may be not that smart but I see all I need to see my heart believes this dream’s as real as anything I know in theory What good’s theory anyway? cause theoretically I’d let no opportunity ever slip away it’s only hypothetical after all cause, man, sometimes I got no choice when my heart makes the call I thought about it long and hard and still feel the way I feel blind passion may be not that smart but I see all I need to see my heart believes this dream’s as real as anything I know in theory
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Eye For An Eye (Markus Rill) I had a friend named Buddy, I sat next to him in church and school I was good at reading what he was good at was breaking the rules Buddy was good at breaking the rules I went off to college, Buddy stuck around you know how it goes, man, we lost touch and I always felt I let him down I always felt I let him down I saw him tonight on the six o’clock news there wasn’t much that I could do Buddy, you kill a man, they’re gonna come for you and ain’t that right? an eye for an eye Lady Luck, she’s a strange old gal, you never know where she’ll run it seems to me I could’ve ended up on either end of that gun I could’ve been on either end of that gun I saw him tonight on the six o’clock news there wasn’t nothing that I could do Buddy, you kill a man, they’re gonna come for you now ain’t that right? an eye for an eye An eye for an eye, Buddy, how do you sleep at night? do you ever cry, do you ever feel alright? Do you remember the time that we spent back when we were innocent? Wanna write him a letter but I don’t know what to say I guess it won’t make much sense to talk about the good ole days won’t make no sense to talk about the good ole days Cause, Buddy, them old days, they’re gone for good things did not work out quite the way they should ain’t that right? an eye for an eye now it’s time for goodbye
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For The Love Of Anne Boleyn (Markus Rill) I’ve been a good spouse to my darling wife and I’ve been a good king, benevolent and kind beloved by my people till she appeared in my life but her ivory skin and hazel eyes make me lose my mind She can make a kind man cruel she’ll make a king a fool she’s made me do things I never thought I would do but I’d do it all again for the love of my sweet Anne Boleyn She’s shown me love like I’ve never known for her I’d give up my throne and everything I own she’s got a jealous streak and that’s why heads will roll I reign only my kingdom, she rules my heart and soul She can make a kind man cruel she’ll make a king a fool she’s made me do things I never thought I would do but I’d do it all again for the love of my sweet Anne Boleyn Waiting for our first child to come, I say a prayer that she’ll be giving me a son, you know, a rightful heir She can make a kind man cruel she’ll make a king a fool she made me do things I never thought I would do She brings out the worst in me anger & bigotry she made me feel what I never thought I would feel I’ll never be the same again but for the love of my sweet Anne Boleyn and yet I’d do it all again
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Desperate Ride (Markus Rill) Well, my headlights are busted it’s the middle of the night and the road gets rocky on the mountainside Now it’s starting to rain my tires ‘re starting to slide I need to take control but I’m DUI The last time we talked I know I made you cry The last time we talked you said this is goodbye Well, I’ll apologize and try to make things right if I can only make it home tonight It’s a desperate ride Now it’s starting to sleet and it’s starting to snow I might’ve lost my way yeah, but, I don’t know and the gas tank needle man, it’s riding low but I can’t stop and I can’t go slow You asked me had I stayed true Lord knows that I tried you asked me had I stayed true then you caught me in a lie Well, I’ll apologize and try to make things right if I can only make it home tonight It’s a desperate ride Still got a ways to go about a couple hundred miles with the rain and the snow it’s gonna take me all night now I do my best to stay between the lines but I can only ever do it for so long a time When I’m not with you, baby, I don’t know wrong from right when I’m not with you, baby, who’s gonna hold me tight? Well, I’ll apologize and try to make things right if I can only make it home tonight It’s a desperate ride
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On The Sly 03:57
On The Sly (Markus Rill) She turns her collar up against the wind pulls her Aggies cap down low Cathy won't tell her next of kin she don't want anyone to know where she goes and why she’s gotta take care of a little something on the sly She’ll be off to college in a year she'd rather leave today don’t need nothing to tie her down here she'll dump that boyfriend anyway she’ll never tell and he’ll never get wise to what it is she’s doing on the sly She's passing women with little girls and boys they're all leading different lives, Cathy's made her choice and she knows if this'll ever make her cry she’ll have to do her crying on the sly She wonders if she's being selfish She thinks that she’s bein’ considerate she might wind up being fortyish and full of regret sobbing through long and lonely nights over what it is she’s doing on the sly She's passing women with little girls and boys They’re all leading different lives, Cathy’s made her choice and she knows that if this'll ever make her cry she’ll have to do her crying on the sly Who’s to say what’s right or wrong Who’s to say what’s wrong or right She's passing women with little girls and boys They’re all leading different lives , Cathy’s got no choice and she knows that if this'll ever make her cry she’ll be crying on the sly
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Trouble With The Law (Markus Rill) South of Snake Ridge just a few miles out of town Sherriff Joseph P. Hawkins was aiming to shoot a black man down he got hit by a bullet that he never even saw Bobby Lloyd Wright got in trouble with the law From then on everybody knew his name and the price on his head he never cared for Hawkins but he had his regrets for bringing shame on the name of his Pa by getting into trouble with the law His horse was wild and Bobby Lloyd was young he grew old fast living on the run people stood and stared at him in awe he was running out from trouble with the law He met a preacher’s daughter way down Galveston way she had a boy child coming but Bobby Lloyd couldn’t stay she got word one day that he died in Wichita that’s what you get for getting into trouble with the law Now I got my Daddy’s blood running through my veins like a badge of honor I carry his name and I ain’t no source of pride for my Ma for I just might get in trouble, I just might get in trouble with the law Could be Texas, Tennessee or Arkansas you just might find me running into trouble with the law
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Jenny 04:30
Jenny (Markus Rill) She said her name was Genevieve but people called her Jenny I met her in this bar down in New Orleans needless to say that strippin’ wasn’t the job of her dreams she told me when & where & why & how she started to dance and I don’t quite recall but somehow we must’ve started holding hands Holding hands She wasn’t much to look at except when she smiled she had the cutest little dimples and the biggest greenest eyes she’d gone to college she said but it hadn’t been right for her and I thought if stripping’s better’n that this could only be a screwed-up world Just like everyone she swore she wasn’t gonna do this job for long she believed in karma and I believe that her will was strong She said her name was Genevieve but people called her Jenny she’s a stripper and I believe a brave girl in the land of plenty I gave her a ride home when the place closed up we shared some good strong coffee from a styrofoam takeaway cup and together we watched the Crescent City slowly come to life I got lucky, boys I got to see the sun rise in her eyes I didn’t know what to say when we finally said good-bye but my memories blurred I suppose I might’ve had a tear in my eye She said her name was Genevieve but people called her Jenny she’s a stripper but I believe a brave girl in the land of plenty And I never even kissed that girl but she showed me things that I had never seen sometimes I miss that girl and I wonder then: does she ever think of me? Jenny, Genevieve
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Giving Up On Dreaming (Markus Rill/Phil Madeira) Even after all this time you’re still on my mind it’s not makin’ too much sense so I’m getting’ off the fence ‘tween the fiction and the truth I gotta do what I must do I’m giving up on dreaming dreams just don’t come true giving up on hoping hope is much too cruel I made up my mind to leave behind what can only leave me blue giving up on dreaming, givin’ up on you Since the day you walked away I’ve been hangin’ on keepin’ the faith prayin’ I’d see you returnin’ ah, but nothing’s happening, nothin’ but the yearnin’ Guess it’s time I face the facts you won’t be comin’ back I’m giving up on dreaming dreams just don’t come true giving up on hoping hope is much too cruel I made up my mind to leave behind what can only leave me blue giving up on dreaming, givin’ up on you I’m gonna take a match and set fire to this mansion in my mind I’m gonna burn up every photograph and every thought of you and I I’m giving up on dreaming dreams just don’t come true giving up on hoping hope is much too cruel I made up my mind to leave behind what can only leave me blue giving up on dreaming, givin’ up on you
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Vassar Played The Fiddle (Markus Rill/George Bähr) I was just a kid first time I heard a violin the sound touched something deep within my soul I swear it changed the entire world that I was living in I knew then I had a goal I was still a kid when I picked up the violin I must admit it didn’t sound good right away but I liked the wood and I liked the bow upon the strings and I practiced every night and every day I wanted to play like the king of hillbilly jazz making sparks fly from an instrument so little I wanted to play soft and slow and low and high and hard and fast cause that’s how Vassar played the fiddle My sister married when I was 22 I had a fever but I played for her to dance then I split early cause Vassar played 120 miles away and I didn’t wanna miss that chance Hopped in my junk heap and put the pedal to the floor my fever rising but the gas was running low and in a thunderstorm I ended by the side of the road I never made that show But I bet he played like the king of hillbilly jazz made the angels smile and tap their feet a little I bet he played soft and slow and low and high and hard and fast cause that’s how Vassar played the fiddle I never got a second chance to see Vassar play in August of 2005 Vassar Clements passed away I’m still a kid when I hear a violin the sound just touches something deep within my soul I swear it changed the entire world that I’ve been living in when I heard Vassar had to go Tonight I play for the king of hillbilly jazz now that the angels have him sitting in their middle tonight I play soft and slow and low and high and hard and fast cause that’s how Vassar played the fiddle
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Not Like I Don’t Try (Frank Halbig/Markus Rill) Stayed up all night long, keeping the lights on picking songs into the dawn Trying to keep from sleeping trying to keep from dreaming and thinking ‘bout what I’ve done wrong I often find myself stuck between a rock and a hell of a hard place when I’m honest with myself I see there’s things I’ve done that I cannot erase I can’t be good all of the time but it’s not like I don’t try I had never planned to be that kind of man I’d never planned to let you down but how could I have told you when all I wanted was to hold you I never thought you’d find out Again I find myself stuck between a rock and a hell of a hard place when I’m honest with myself I see there’s things I’ve done that I cannot erase I can’t be good all of the time but it’s not like I don’t try Where do we go now? What do we do? You think it’s going to be easier with somebody new? Here we find ourselves stuck between a rock and a hell of a hard place Let’s be honest with ourselves can you forgive what I cannot erase? I can’t be good all of the time but it’s not like I don’t try
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You Took It All Away (Markus Rill) What was good as gold has turned to rust all my colors, they’ve all turned to blue and all my high-falutin’ dreams have fallen in the dust and it’s all because of you Might as well lie down and wait for the end maybe a wiser man would not act like a fool what’s the use in wondering if a wounded heart can mend? when you broke mine clean in two And I’ll never feel whole again only you could make me feel complete I’ll never find a home again you took it all away from me Better draw the curtain over this whole affair I’ll be better off if I never remember you just wish I’d known sooner that you never really cared and that you were never true I’ll never feel whole again only you could make me feel complete I’ll never find a home again you took it all away from me You set me free in a way I’d never been we were laughin’ and makin’ love the whole night through Now I may never be the same that I was then and it’s all because of you Now I’ll never feel joy again be as happy as the way you made me feel I’ll never laugh like a little boy again you took it all away from me

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released April 17, 2018

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Markus Rill München, Germany

A unique sandstone voice and songs that’ll get under your skin. Markus Rill has a way of combining stripped-down storytelling with rough-edged roots’n’roll that’s utterly captivating

»Songs that are beautifully shimmering with ambiguity - brilliant lyrics« - Rolling Stone"

"Rill shows great depth as a songwriter, bandleader and producer" - No Depression/USA
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