Lyrics

Arroyo

the drive on in is a hundred degrees
and the vultures circle high
lead me up to the valley of dreams
where water rushes by
life along the riverbed
is swollen on the ground
my heart can hardly take the heat
when love comes into town

meet me, come on and greet me, yet don’t retreat me ere I go
love completely and hold discreetly our time down at the arroyo

pensive lovers never dwell
upon the riverside
jump into the water clear
declare yourself a bride

justify the curtain call
between the echo walls
crucify the bloody hand
that stole your darling call

meet me, come on and greet me, yet don’t retreat me ere I go
love completely and hold discreetly our time down at the arroyo

exit ere you came before
jump upon the sky
live the chosen life abroad
stay your countryside
work the garden in your wood
till the mountain high
brush the truth upon the land
and let your conscience lie

meet me, come on and greet me, yet don’t retreat me ere I go
love completely and hold discreetly our time down at the arroyo

studio credits:
Justin – drums, percussion
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – banjo, vocals
Rob – mandolin
Dave – wurlitzer, synthesizer, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, lead vocal

August



I walk along the path at night
I walk along the path at night
I walk along the path at night
In the holy garden,
Holy garden I have walked the path

The August sun
Will surely come
And when it does,
We’ll see whose side you’re on
Oh, whose side you’re on
Oh, whose side

The trees have eyes like diamond rings
The trees have eyes like diamond rings
The trees have eyes like diamond rings
In the holy garden,
Holy garden I have seen them things

The August sun
Will surely come
And when it does,
We’ll see whose side you’re on
Oh, whose side you’re on
Oh, whose side

I mow the weed and chew the thorn
I mow the weed and chew the thorn
I mow the weed and chew the thorn
In the holy garden,
Holy garden I have known of toil

The August sun
Will surely come
And when it does,
We’ll see whose side you’re on
Oh, whose side you’re on
Oh, whose side

studio credits:
Justin – drums, vocals
Jeff – upright electric bass
Dan – banjo, vocals
Rob – mandolin, lead vocal
Dave – accordions, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, vocals

The Ballad of Jack and Vi

Vi said, “If I’m a-gonna die,
I’m a-gonna die of lovin’ you.
Yeah, God can go to Hell;
dancin’ with the Devil on their honeymoon.
It’s a tripped up world,
and honey, I been thinkin’ ’bout the war we fought.
All the dust turned up,
but the rain is gonna show ’em all what we got.”

Jack said, “If I’m a-gonna live,
I’m a-gonna live on lovin’ you.
But if they take me too,
I’m gonna take a few too, that’s what I’ll do.
I never learned how to swim;
now the riverbed is runnin’ with your blood.
But when the sun comes up,
violets will be bustin’ through the mud.”

And they ran so far,
far from their past,
but with one shot,
she fell so hard,
she fell so fast.

And Jack said, “If I shoot the moon,
maybe that’ll give us just a little time.
But we gotta move soon–
honey, if you go, it would be a crime.
I can’t wash these hands,
same that are tangled in your hair,
so blink those goddamn eyes,
don’t you let ’em settle, no, don’t you dare.”

Vi said, “Leave the moon alone,
it’s makin’ you glow like a holy ghost,
and it won’t be long,
but honey, let me tell ya what I’ll miss the most.

I’m gonna miss those hands,
and the way the touch me underneath my dress.
Oh, it all went bad,
but honey, our love was such a pretty mess.”

And they ran so far,
far from their past,
and he held her close,
and when they kissed,
it was their last.

Vi said, “Jack, my dear,
we have got to get you a proper bed.
Can’t sleep on my grave–
haven’t you been listenin’ to a word I said?
It’s been five long years
and now you’re all just skin and bone.
Honey, just because I’m gone
doesn’t mean you have to be alone.”

Jack said, “Mind your tongue,
my body’s tired and I’m feelin’ old.
It can’t be long,
And I think I’m ready to just go cold.
Then you can say to me
anything that comes to mind.
And we’ll run again,
leave this tired life behind.”

And he closed his eyes,
and he slept so sound,
and when he woke,
there was his love–
she’s what he found.

studio credits:
Justin – drums, percussion
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – acoustic guitar, lead vocal
Rob – mandolin, “oooh”
Dave – harmonium, pump organ, synthesizer
Erik – electric guitar

Basilica



Change is comin’ around the bend
A shotgun wedding and a story penned
About a bishop who gave up his soul
To feed a girl from the finger bowl

Next time you step up for the intinction,
Remember most the great distinction
Between your life and stories told
About the deeds that made you old

Oh, shatter me, sweep me up into your hands
Then scatter me with the seeds upon your lands
Oh, burn me down, let me wear your golden crown
So when I meet St. Peter I don’t let you down

I’m rich in heart but poor at prose,
Can teach you to rhyme but nobody grows
A slap in the mouth and a push off a cliff
Sit on the sea and let yourself drift

Break my grief and pull me out
Of a heartbreak hole but leave some doubt
About the good that you can do for me
They say in life ain’t nothin’ free

Oh, shatter me, sweep me up into your hands
Then scatter me with the seeds upon your lands
Oh, burn me down, let me wear your golden crown
So when I meet St. Peter I don’t let you down

Lend me a quarter, I can teach you a rhyme
About three nickels and a shiny dime
Break me a dollar, I can give you a clue
About the change comin’ back to you

A different ending has begun to show
So choose your adventure and let me know
Which way to rock and which way to roll
Who keeps the gate where I’ll pay the toll

Fresh limbo squeeze and a pull from the side
Mopped in a corner with a surly divide,
Nowhere to go, not invited to stay
Poetic license fades into grey

Oh, shatter me, sweep me up into your hands
Then scatter me with the seeds upon your lands
Oh, burn me down, let me wear your golden crown
So when I meet St. Peter I don’t let you down

studio credits:
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – banjo, vocals
Rob – mandolin, vocals
Dave – grand piano, synthesizer, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, lead vocal
&
Graham Galatro – addt’l acoustic guitar
Tim Heck – congas

Burgundy


my lover’s hands were burgundy
when last she came to me
her fingertips dripped rubies
that bloomed upon her sleeve
the harvest moon, an ivory wound
that spilled its ghostly stream.
my lips formed a question;
this she told me:

“your father’s hands were wandering,
his eyes were on my frame.
when you went out a-riding,
his heart burst into dark flames.
your miner’s axe was howling,
black thunder cracked the sky.
the blood on my hands is his,
God’s doom is mine!”

my lover’s hands were twined in mine
when plans i spoke with pain.
“we’ll run where hounds can never be found,
where love comes down like rain.”
our pathway wound through skeletal trees,
leaves twisted, foul, and fell.
behind us, the soul of Time
was bashing his bell.

oceans eat and wildwoods clothe,
you’re born and then you die.
my father’s hands, they showered my mind,
my love stood lit by the sapphire sky,
our coupled hands were burgundy,
the waves below us burst —
the hand that pushed was mine,
the scream was hers.

studio credits:
Jeff – upright bass, vocals
Dan – banjo, featured backing vocal
Rob – acoustic guitar, lead vocal, addt’l percussion
Dave – dulcimer, vocals, addt’l percussion
Erik – tack piano, vocals
&
Jim Bertini – bass drum
Tim Heck – dumbek, congas, chapchas, tambourine, finger cymbals
Lauren Molina – cello

Canyon Rose


Whiskey takes a drink of me
and says it can no longer see
an inch of golden purity in you.
While sleeping out under the stars,
the heavens break the future laws
of recognizing what a song can do.

So take me to the liar’s lair
to meet and greet the old soothsayer
who’s quick to trick me with another shot,
then gaze upon the moon in June
while I concoct a dreamy tune
that wrestles with my tongue when I do swoon.

The canyon rose is old, I know.
But who can grow a bed of you?

We wake unto a whole new world
believing that the prophet read
a tale about the time that we could share,
and something stirred among the love
that sent a shake to God above
about the needle stuck upon my side.

When all the colors were revealed
about the times when children kneeled
and closed their eyes to wish upon a sign,
it turned out she’d forsaken me,
but left me right where I should be:
to live and breathe and dance among the trees.

The canyon rose is old, I know.
But who can grow a bed of you?

In checkered and contagious ways
we trust to hold a burning gaze
into the eyes of all the ones we love,
and little is there unbeknown
when meetings of the souls are thrown
around our bodies that fit like a glove.

But the truth is only ankle-deep
if wading in the shallows keeps
a record of the depth a lie can swear,
so keep your heart on surface kind
and let it out, dear, all the time
and never hide the love you have to share.

live album credits:
Justin – drums, vocals
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – banjo, vocals
Rob – electric slide guitar, harmonica
Dave – keyboard, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, lead vocal

Carried Away


The independence of this body is separating
Yeah, I can feel it pulling apart
There’s an angel behind me and he’s throwing circles
But he’s been serving someone else from the start

Is this a nightmare dream soaked in gasoline
If I catch fire then I won’t be cold
I’ve been a beggar for things that I’ve been given
And I’ve been a vendor for the things I’ve been told

The dead man falls and now everything’s broken
But the blood looks splendid when the sun goes down
The moonbeams dance and their arms, their arms are stretched naked
It’s just swimming pool for the flies in town

Oh, I’m getting carried away

My heartbeat rattles like my pocket change
The hands that hold it are beautifully pale
The snow’s like thunder, every time it touches the ground
Like that hammer pounding on a coffin nail

And the bed you’ve been making for fifty-some years
Will come undone when I’m not around
But you will be well rested, no tossing and turning
In the bed they’ve made next to me in the ground

The dead man shakes and now his feet keep him moving
He’s got an orphan’s smile and time to kill
The moonbeams run and their arms, their arms are stretched naked
He’s got a hole to dig and a grave to fill

But oh, we’re getting carried away

I will hold this chair for you
Til I die I will do
Yes it’s true
I will hold this chair for you
Longer than the sky is blue
Yes, it’s…

studio credits:
Justin – drums, vocals
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – electric guitar, lead vocal
Rob – electric slide guitar, vocals
Dave – upright piano, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, vocals

Christina

(unreleased)

When she woke
there was blood on her blouse
and her body shook
in silhouette of the house

And Christina, please
you don’t have to go inside
Just raise the earth
we don’t have to say good night

Just run away and leave your kin behind
or burn them down if it gives you piece of mind

And when she stood
there were stars up above
and beyond the house
I was waiting to give her love

And Christina, please
you don’t have to go inside
I said come with me
but she began to cry

Just run away, I won’t be far behind
or burn me down if it gives you piece of mind

Ever since the beginning, everything was spinning
but I told her she was winning and she’s gonna be alright
But her hand made a fist attached to her wrist
she swung in the mist, oh, she was looking for a fight
And she said good night

And Christina, please
you don’t have to go inside
just raise me up
we don’t have to say good night

Copland's Hornpipe


oh the river’s deep and mild
till she raise a stormy child
then she waterfall

crooked little sky,
I have watched you from on high,
and you are wonderful

don’t you take my hand
or promise me no promised land
you don’t have to be my blood type
just to dance to Copland’s hornpipe, singin

here come Jack the hunter
with a squirrel and a bunting
on his knee

pray for greater prey,
kiss the buckshot that you spray
into the leaves

the quail inside the wood
you swim after sailing goods
the wind ignites the jacklight
and you dance to Copland’s hornpipe, singin

far and out of reach
lies the map I used to teach
me north

the tangle and the verse
grow thick when I reverse
my course

veins of evening shade
deepen upon my blade
brushing back the starlight,
see me dance to Copland’s hornpipe, singin

live album credits:
Justin – drums, vocals
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – banjo, vocals
Rob – mandolin, lead vocal
Dave – harmonica
Erik – acoustic guitar, vocals

Cross Country Call

Maybe all the shadows ended up in the wood
with an upturned mischievous grin,
but they don’t know how deep all my love might run
down the shape of your decadent limbs.

Doubts all might be traitors in the war we fought,
but to you I will give all the right;
a solemn oath we swore all alone on a hill
in the dead of an autumn night.

So call me a fool when the phone doesn’t ring,
but I ain’t gonna miss it at all.
I’ll wait in the corner to hear your voice
on a cross country call.

Missed on all the blessings that my friends could abide
when the forces did pull us apart.
In all the confusion, I could feel the beat
of your lively and precious heart.

So call me a fool when the phone doesn’t ring,
but I ain’t gonna miss it at all.
I’ll wait in the corner to hear your voice
on a cross country call.

The gentle call of love that I heard you coo
reaches down and rips me to shreds.
‘Til I can remember the smell of your skin,
I will wait for what the good lord says.

So call me a fool when the phone doesn’t ring,
but I ain’t gonna miss it at all.
I’ll wait in the corner to hear your voice
on a cross country call.

studio credits:
Justin – drums, percussion, glockenspiel, vocals
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – banjo, vocals
Rob – slide guitar
Dave – grand piano, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, lead vocal

Dead Rabbits


you say
sweet things in the morning
and smile
when sunlight touch your eyes
but the dream of hell awakens
and swallows the sunrise

and all i’ll be
dead rabbits in the snow
just dead rabbits in the snow

cold black mountains spread
like cold black hair
scare the children with
a black beware
the dream of hell awakens right in time
to catch me in midair

and all i’ll be
dead rabbits in the snow
just dead rabbits in the snow

live album credits:
Justin – drums, vocals
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – electric guitar, vocals
Rob – electric slide guitar, lead vocal
Dave – keyboard, vocals
Erik – keyboard, vocals

Eskimo Elders

(unreleased)

Winter winds blow frost across my heart
Only been six months since we did part
Sing your song and dance aloud for me
On snowy beaches nestled by the sea

It’s a long cold winter; ask the Eskimo elders
Light my heart with sparks from Inuit welders

Build a pipeline right on through my breast
To the Bering Straits where whitecaps crest
Take the buried oil from my veins
Dry the rock bed where my body remains

It’s a long cold winter; ask the Eskimo elders
Light my heart with sparks from Inuit welders

Seeking shelter from the bitter snow
Wrapped in furs and waiting for the glow
Loving you is hard when day is night
Guess I’ll have to wait for sweet sunlight

Rubbing noses when too cold to kiss
Your soft hands and lips I’m sure to miss
I will chisel through your igloo walls
Love’s deep crevice is right where I’ll fall

It’s a long cold winter; ask the Eskimo elders
Light my heart with sparks from Inuit welders

Forge 'Em All

(unreleased)

wear me a mask and lie to me
suck me up, hypocrisy
drag me down where i can see
the tangled web you weave

cheat me out of conversation
live in fear of true relation
lock me outside in the rain
where i can feel each drop of pain

don’t need falsehoods on my way
broken dreams, earthly stay
trust me, you can rely
i’ll take my mask off
before i die

chicken man come round my door
says i don’t belong here anymore
pack my bags and kiss my lady
on a cheek grown cold and shady

turned up backs and tilted dreams
choked out breath and collared screams
take me near the promised land
where i don’t need to hold your hand

don’t need falsehoods on my way
broken dreams, earthly stay
trust me, you can rely
i’ll take my mask off
before i die

i am me to you
but you’re not you to me
through pinholes do you look
through cutouts do you breathe
you are you to you
and i don’t know what’s true
somehow i see through
the mask looking at me

Frida, the Lion, and the Lamb

Oh Frida, you’re in your box tonight
And yeah, Frida, she look good in black and white
And yeah, Frida, your hair half hung down
And yeah, Frida, frozen tears don’t make a sound

October orange, Christmas-light blue
One empty room, there’s one less than two
Stained kitchen floor and fingerprint wall
Frida and I, awaiting the call

It is what is
I am what I am
They’re one and the same
The lion and the lamb

And yeah, Frida, she look like a man tonight
And yeah, Frida, holding your breath so tight
And yeah, Frida, she never cast a stone
And yeah, Frida, you’re always home alone

Virgin Mary on a candle stick
There’s Pope John, he’s holding his wick
Mary’s boy with a sidelong glance
Frida and I, we ain’t got a chance

It is what it is
I am what I am
They’re one and the same
The lion and the lamb

Everything tall will come tumbling down
What tumbles down won’t make a sound
Everything tall will come tumbling down
What tumbles down won’t make a sound

It is what it is
I am what I am
They’re one and the same
The lion and the lamb

studio credits:
Justin – drums, percussion, vocals
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – electric guitar, lead vocal
Rob – electric guitar, vocals
Dave – grand piano, B3, synthesizer, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, vocals

Heart Attack on Creamery Road

(unreleased)

i had a heart attack on creamery road
i had a heart attack on creamery road
sure enough lightened my load
i had a heart attack on creamery road
well i don’t know why i’m tellin’ you
my story been told
i had a heart attack on creamery road

there’s a chapel down on creamery road
there’s a chapel down on creamery road
where children sing in code
there’s a chapel down on creamery road
heard the whisper of a waterwheel and an old bell toad
by the chapel down on creamery road

well, then the shit came down

they found my body down on creamery road
they found my body down on creamery road
where the winter wood is stowed
they found my body down on creamery road
i don’t know why i’m tellin’ you
my story been told
they found my body down on creamery road

i’m gonna say it again

Henry

(unreleased)

if you see a man named Henry, be friendly
oh be kind and open up your door
ain’t nobody here with that name,
now the names all sound the same
ain’t nobody named Henry anymore

I had a grandfather named Henry
but he’s gone and he took the name with him
if you wanna see the name Henry
you better open up an old book of hymns

if you see a man named Henry, be friendly
oh be kind and open up your door
ain’t nobody here with that name,
now the names all sound the same
ain’t nobody named Henry anymore

somewhere there’s a lady named Violet
who lost her Henry just the other day
now she stands by is grave with the flowers of her name
now his name is just too hard to say

if you see a man named Henry, be friendly
oh be kind and open up your door
ain’t nobody here with that name,
now the names all sound the same
ain’t nobody named Henry anymore

oh, Henry is lost to the history books
now mothers find another name for their kin
but listen if you will on a night that’s cool and still
and perhaps you’ll hear it whispered in the wind

if you see a man named Henry, be friendly
oh be kind and open up your door
ain’t nobody here with that name,
now the names all sound the same
ain’t nobody named Henry anymore

ain’t nobody named Henry

Home


I went down to North Carolina
Realized there was surely nothin’ finer
Stopped into a tiny highway diner
Met the daughter of an old coal miner

She said ‘oh…..take me home’
She said ‘oh…..I wanna go home’

Left her right outside of Birmingham
Runnin’ from the law, out on the lam
Sent my mom a wire telegram
Told her I was caught up in a jam

I said ‘oh……take me home’
I said ‘oh……I wanna go home’

Well, the longest part of bein’ on the road isn’t measured in miles
But the shortest path to get back home comes in smiles… she beguiles

Headed West straight for Little Rock
Felt my heart tick against the clock
Pawned my soul and drove around the block
Went straight back and bought it outta hock

And it said ‘oh….take me home’
And it said ‘oh….I wanna go home’

Well, the longest part of bein’ on the road isn’t measured in miles
But the shortest path to get back home comes in smiles… she beguiles

studio credits:
Jeff – upright bass, vocals
Dan – banjo, featured backing vocal
Rob – mandolin, vocals
Dave – tack piano, harmonica, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, lead vocal
&
Quinn Blandford – drums
Tim Heck – shakers, finger cymbals, triangles

How Great Thou Art

(unreleased)

You are a wasted love, a wasted love
a wasted anything
I’m going down saltpeter, down saltpeter
down to the bottomless
I blast the paper burning white, it’s burning
white in the amethyst
a rite of passages, of passages a
blank like i wanna be, hey

How great thou art

How to Marry a Millionaire

(unreleased)

how to marry a millionaire:
make yourself available
bat your lashes like a camera flashes
paint your face like a hundred dollar bill
and when you see him riding the air
in his chariot automobile
drop your hankie on the corner by the bankie
sail your eyes, and watch him kneel, because

millionaires
don’t make very good lovers, no no no
but millionaires
are richer than all of the others,
millionaires

if ya promenade down Park Avenue
you’ll see diamonds in the asphalt
and that’s how he’ll look at you,
so scrub the tar away with flakes of sea salt
at night, liquid crystal displays shoot
light over stainless steel
your bedroom, your kitchen, this hour’s for the witchin
but what’s your deal?
you act like someone broke you on the wheel because
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millionaires
don’t make very good lovers, no no no
but millionaires
are richer than all of the others,
millionaires

millionaires, millionaires
millionaires don’t make good lovers

you asked how to marry a millionaire
I did not hear the rustle of a hundred thou
so he’ll always love you weird
because you wasn’t born with a silver dick in your mouth
and if you were, you two would just stand and stare
like sculptures in a boring storm
tonight I lie on a measly cot,
but my thoughts keep me warm, yes my thoughts keep me warm because

millionaires
don’t make very good lovers, no no no
but millionaires
are richer than all of the others,
millionaires

millionaires, millionaires
millionaires don’t make good lovers

Humpback Heart

i used to do this thing
like a song on the radio
i’d flicker in and out
and whisper way down low
till you couldn’t even hear the rhymes
it’s a thing that i still do
when i cross county lines

big pink river is sweet sometimes,
mollify my soul
make me pay for my humpback heart
with blood and bands of gold

and now i do this thing
where nothing is alien
it’s really no excuse
for no control at all
for knocking you off course
what train you taking home?
what’s new with your divorce?

big pink river is sweet sometimes,
mollify my soul
make me pay for my humpback heart
with blood and bands of gold

studio credits:
Justin – drums, percussion, vocals
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – banjo, vocals
Rob – mandolin, lead vocal
Dave – B3, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, vocals

I Am Not Made for This World

(unreleased)

Oh, it’s so strange, gonna make a change
I’ve been taught to tie a knot
Dangle there like a marionette
‘Cause when I’m gone, I’ll have paid my debt

And I am not made for this world

Do you think it’s strange, the hand of change?
I heard a Sunday bell and I thought I knew it well
Don’t go putting me in the ground
‘Cause when I’m gone I won’t need to be found

And I am not made for this world

And the frame on the wall is not that tall
And I fell asleep and I missed your call
And if I don’t wake, well then for Christ’s sake
The seas won’t shrink and the earth won’t break
We’re only water, sons and daughters
So save your tears, dear mother, dear father

Do you think it’s strange, the body change?
You’re just a faker running from your maker
Have on last drink, better fill ‘er up
‘Cause when you’re gone, it won’t be your blood in the cup

And I am not made for this world

Jamestown

He stands alone looking down
Eyes are circles all around
Pride of prairie is the creed
Looking out for those in need

Traveling across the plains
Naming that which no one names
Diagnosing all the herd
Letting go what’s not deserved

Cry all night without a sound
Circle here the fire round
Drown inside a bottle brown
In old Jamestown

Takes back what was given you
Just like you took from the Sioux
gave them what they didn’t need
stole a secret and a seed

Bring them all in like a child
Hearing what is reconciled
Let them go back to the farm
never meant to do no harm

Don’t believe in absolutes
They themselves defy the truth
Change the only constant stay
Hopes our tender heart allay

Resolution is a myth
When the issue is a fifth
Dry it up and hunker down
He will turn your life around

studio credits:
Justin – drums, percussion
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – banjo
Rob – slide guitar, vocals
Dave – B3, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, lead vocal

Jepson Creek



Rancher was patient, chartered a dime
With an aspiration to board
Drafted a true one, smoked like a new one
Signaled hope right up to the lord, singin

Sacrifice levee
Rancher’s daughter
Situation growing bleak
Prognosis heavy
Down by the water
On the banks of Jepson Creek

Floating steady, peaceful tide
Nothing short the calm of love
Silent drifting, reaper’s bride
Giving life to all above, singin

Sacrifice levee
Rancher’s daughter
Situation growing bleak
Prognosis heavy
Down by the water
On the banks of Jepson Creek

Rest all ye wicked, dying in vain
With the care deprived from you
Meet my Bessie, longing to reign
On the fields of morning dew, singin

Sacrifice levee
Rancher’s daughter
Situation growing bleak
Prognosis heavy
Down by the water
On the banks of Jepson Creek

studio credits:
Justin – drums, tambourine, vocals
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – electric guitar, vocals
Rob – mandolin, vocals
Dave – upright piano, clavinet, synthesizer, trumpets, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, lead vocal

Josephine



I don’t go in for understandin’ when you are away
Can’t use my heart to think away the time
In my room I will await you and so soon I will relate you
And tie your finger right on up to mine

Sweet Josephine, you live in my dream
And sleep right by my side
I bid you well forever my belle
You’ll always be my bride

Patience is a virtue that I practice all the time
I can’t prepare my heart for joy sublime
In my room I will attend you and my heart it will defend you
Broken records keep in perfect time

Sweet Josephine, you live in my dream
And sleep right by my side
I bid you well forever my belle
You’ll always be my bride

I’m not one for consolation, never second best
I’ll practice ’til I get you right my dear
So know that I will love you as my heart sings high above you
And takes away the doubt I have of fear

Sweet Josephine, you live in my dream
And sleep right by my side
I bid you well forever my belle
You’ll always be my bride

I’m on the road with you I’m told
My partner never bought or sold
So hold my hand and join my band
While helping me grow old

Sweet Josephine, you live in my dream
And sleep right by my side
I bid you well forever my belle
You’ll always be my bride

I bid you well forever my belle
You’ve always been my bride

studio credits:
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – banjo, vocals
Rob – acoustic slide guitar
Dave – tack piano, B3, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, lead vocal
&
Quinn Blandford – drums
Graham Galatro – addt’l acoustic guitar
Tim Heck – washboard

Lake of Wonder

(unreleased)

Drew our names in wet cement
to make our feelings permanent
that summer when you first looked in my eyes.
“Mine are brown and yours are blue,”
you sang to me in sweetest tune,
complimenting all the bright sunshine.
Sat out on the dock all day
and watched our cares just float away
as dusk began to settle by the shore.
You kissed me softly on the cheek
(it made both of my knees go weak)
then told me that I leave you wanting more.

Down by the boathouse, we stopped being strangers,
your joy and all my calm.
Lake of wonder, we never saw danger
taking moments on.

Talked to me in such a tone that
made me never feel alone
when I dreamed about you in the night.
My heart filled up like a balloon,
it carried me across the room
making all my efforts seem light.

First loves never cease to be
important for your memory

like purity that spills from up on high.
To know that you’ve been loved before
always leaves us wanting more,
it keeps my heart from letting out a sigh.

Down by the boathouse, we stopped being strangers,
your joy and all my calm.
Lake of wonder, we never saw danger
taking moments on.

If you cease to want me
it just might forever haunt me–
it’s a risk that I will dare myself to take.
But if you need me truly
then our love will be unruly
and all the roots and vines of life will quake.
The sun may set upon the day,
all the light may fade away
leaving us alone upon the dock.
Hold on me if you are true,
I never will fall out on you–
right into the future we can walk.

Down by the boathouse, we stopped being strangers,
your joy and all my calm.
Lake of wonder, we never saw danger
taking moments on.

Lost + Found

(unreleased)

Is something lost if we don’t know it’s missing?
Can it be found if it’s always been there?
Can it be heard if we haven’t been listening?
Is it still with you if you’re not aware?

How clearly the day dawns
when sight is renewed.
How simple the question:
Was I always with you?

And is it still music if we now longer play it?
Is it a question if the answer is known?
Can love remain if we’ve forgotten to say it?
Can we be together and still be alone?

How clearly the day dawns
when sight is renewed.
How simple the question:
Was I always with you?

Can something be felt if we haven’t touched it?
Can it be seen with eyes turned away?
Can we look to our past and remember how much it
matters to dream in the clear light of day?

How clearly the day dawns
when at last I can see.
How simple the answer:
You were always with me.

Mad as Dogs



you got a pretty poison
you got an animal skin
your house is right on the edge
of the echoes that itch
your man went back into town
stitching seasons in brown and blue
i could never open up to you

you got a pretty stone chair
and i will show you just where
my knife will hide in your neck
and how my blood will react
the snake, the grass, and the corn
there’s a ghost in your horn, it’s true
i think i could open up to you

i didn’t wanna know you
but you can tell that i’m mad as dogs
in the mountain rain
i didn’t wanna feel you
but you could tell that i’m mad as dogs
in my foreign brain

you’ve got a lizardy wind
that moves your animal skin
you say you’re tied to the tracks
with the spear in your back
this creature’s all that i’ve had
felt its fur make me mmm, you do
i could open up that face for you

i didn’t wanna know you
but you can tell that i’m mad as dogs
in the mountain rain
i didn’t wanna feel you
but you could tell that we’re mad as dogs
in my foreign brain

my heart is in your yard
you’ve buried it in cards
and ran over it
with that mound of tin
revolving fields on the floor,
my eyes don’t see no more
and i will most certainly not be
your engine

studio credits:
Jeff – bass guitar, vocals
Dan – banjo, vocals
Rob – electric guitars, lead vocal
Dave – wurlitzer, synthesizer, grand piano, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, vocals
&
Jim Bertini – bass drum
Graham Galatro – addt’l drums; percussion, foot stomps
Tim Heck – snare drum, shakers, thumb piano, chapchas, tambourine, triangles, finger cymbals, socket wrench

Mark Twain

(unreleased)

I put on a pair of my woman’s blue jeans
One long leg at a time
If you emplty out the kitchen sink
you’ll see I ain’t got a dime

And my race horse dream is stumbling
Yeah I think she’s got a busted leg
When you see that empty holster smoke
best get on your knees and beg

Oh where oh where could Mark Twain be
Oh where oh where could he be
Maybe out in the gutter
And no I didn’t stutter
Oh where could mark Twain be

I sat so still like a statuette
In my rocking chair
And I tasted tears looking for a home
And I thought that I should share

And the dancing glow was drunk with delight
As it waltzed across your face
I heard parking lot screams so young at heart
Enjoying a game of chase

Oh where oh where could Mark Twain be
Oh where oh where could he be
You have sampled this life
Cut it open with a knife
Oh where could Mark Twain be

Oh the clown in a suit wears a flesh colored paint
And he sings with a wicked forked tongue
And his words are black and his money is white
And I’ve heard his songs been sung

By cavernous mouths with appetites
That starve the yet to be born
And they straighten their ties which are dipped in blood
And silence the troubadour’s horn

Oh where oh where could Mark Twain be
Oh where oh where could he be
The shame is ours
But we bury our scars
Oh where could Mark Twain be

Oh Samuel
I heard your daughter passed away
I’m sorry
That’s what people are suppsed to say

Dear Samuel
I wish you could have come with me to Astroland
It’s by the sea
Won’t be long ’til it’s under the sand

Sweet Samuel
I just want to say you dress so fine
Sweet sweet Samuel
I wish that your words they were
mine

Midnight Band

if I didn’t join in a midnight band
people hear my song all across this land
make a little money, maybe taste a little honey
oh, but I’m in a midnight band
good lord, yes I’m in a midnight band

and if I were a river you’d be my queen
and if you were the devil I’d wash you clean
draw a line in the sand and we’d make our stand
oh, but I’m in a midnight band

ride to town and they’d shine our shoes
eat a ten-course meal, drink top-shelf booze
know how to dance if you held my hand
oh, but I’m in a midnight band

midnight band
gonna head out for the hills, let the days unwind
midnight band
I never knew the way, but it can’t be hard to find

and if I didn’t join in a midnight band
people hear my song all across this land
straighten out my collar, maybe make an honest dollar
oh, but I’m in a midnight band

and if I were a beggar you’d be my coat
and if you were a stone I’d help you float
write you a song that you’d understand
oh, but I’m in a midnight band

fly so high ’til our wax wings fell
tumble head over heels down clear to hell
be your fallen angel if I’d only land
oh, but I’m in a midnight band

midnight band
crawl on down from out your window when the evening come
midnight band
by the time they know we’re missin’ we’ll be hours on the run

and if I didn’t join in a midnight band
people hear my song all across this land
make a decent livin’, I might even be forgiven
oh, but I’m in a midnight band

and if I were Forever, you’d be my sound
and if you were the moon, I would pull you down
paint the sky in every color never known by man
oh, but I’m in a midnight band

and I’d close my eyes and you’d plant your feet
and we’d live once more as a field of wheat
find you again at the dreaming’s end
oh but I’m in a midnight band

midnight band
and we stole into the night before they found us gone
midnight band
but when they caught us at the river there was hell to pay at dawn

if I didn’t join in a midnight band
people hear my song all across this land
be another story, we could ride out into glory
oh, but I’m in a midnight band

yeah, if I didn’t join in a midnight band
people hear my song all across this land
make a little money, maybe taste a little honey
oh, but I’m in a midnight band
good lord, yes I’m in a midnight band

studio credits:
Justin – drums, percussion
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – electric guitar, vocals
Rob – mandolin, vocals
Dave – vocals
Erik – rhodes, acoustic guitar, vocals

Miss Beckett

please miss Beckett
come down from that rockin chair
please miss Beckett
come down from that rockin chair
please miss Beckett
come down from that rockin chair
i got a place for you honey,
but it’s nowhere near there

please miss Beckett
grab a hold o’ that safety line
please miss Beckett
grab a hold o’ that safety line
please miss Beckett
grab a hold o’ that safety line
you’re all i got
and i’m not ashamed to fight for what’s mine

won’t you leave your family’s place
before the flood waters fill your face
and i’m left cryin

please
come down from that rockin chair
please
come down from that rockin chair
please miss Beckett
come down from that rockin chair
i got a place for you honey,
but it’s nowhere near there

won’t you come down

studio credits:
Justin – drums, percussion
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – banjo, vocals
Rob – electric guitar, lead vocal
Dave – farfisa, B3, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, vocals

Mountains to the Sea

there is a place that i have seen,
seen it with my own two eyes
it creeps around on god’s grey earth
and stains where’er it lies

where lonely howl the water wolves
and softly creak the pines
there i am drawn and set upon
by corners of my mind

when i was born
in the mountains,
i left my home
in the sea

i left my home
in the mountains
when i was born
in the sea

now i have lain in buttered sun
and cheered in merry crowd
but none compare with shadows where
my thoughts speak out loud

when i was born
in the mountains,
i left my home
in the sea

i left my home
in the mountains
when i was born
in the sea

please don’t make me
go back there
please don’t make me
go back there

studio credits:
Justin – drums, percussion, vocals
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – banjo, vocals
Rob – electric guitar, lead vocal
Dave – B3, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, vocals

Natural Selection

I won’t lie and tell ya
That I never loved before
I’ve trained for my position
To be your evermore
So if I leave you crying
In the middle of the night
Trust that everything will be alright

‘Cause sometimes its the leaving
That causes us to stay
Regrettably believing
That we can change our ways
Nowhere am I missing
Never am I blue
All my heart,
It just belongs to you

You’re my natural selection
My sugar and my pride
A perfect intersection
Of what I feel inside
A joyful contradiction
Of what I want and need
Loving you
Will be my only creed

There might be comin’ right along
A hard old winter’s day
He may come a callin’
To drag me straight away
If you no longer see me
Know this to be true
I’d never take back what I gave to you

studio credits:
Justin – drums, percussion
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – electric guitar, vocals
Rob – mandolin
Dave – grand piano, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, lead vocal

Old Brown Dog



Welcome all ye strangers to the great divide
Welcome all ye strangers to the great divide
They say salvation’s on the other side, some will run and some will hide
Welcome all ye strangers to the great divide

There’s fire down below and the devil, he don’t like rain
There’s fire down below and the devil, he don’t like rain
He built a fire stacked with pain and all our sins they shall remain
There’s fire down below and the devil, he don’t like rain

Well, there were three babies born and one of them couldn’t see
Well, there were three babies born and one of them couldn’t see
Well, it’s just one out of three, I wish that baby it was me
There were three babies born and one of them couldn’t see

And the good book says you’ll fall like rain
But my dear Lord, I hear the train
And if I go and go alone
Will you still roll my heart of stone?

Well, if you want to hear the truth, you better take it to the street
Well, if you want to hear the truth, you better take it to the street
And if your toes fall off your feet, well, don’t you dare make no retreat
If you want to hear the truth, you better take it to the street

I found a ten dollar bill and it was smiling at me
I found a ten dollar bill and it was smiling at me
Well I’m as human as can be, but the whiskey, it ain’t free
I found a ten dollar bill, and it was smiling at me

I saw a bow legged woman and a long legged man
I saw a bow legged woman and a long legged man
And I didn’t understand, I could’ve walked, but instead I ran
I saw a bow legged woman and a long legged man

And the good book says Yahweh is near
I dig a hole and have no fear
Bury my sins, fall to my knees
Had a crucifix, now it’s just a tree

Jesus turned the water into wine
That kind of miracle suits me well
I’m not looking to fill my empty pockets
And I’m not looking to sell

And I’m not looking to buy a soul
These two arms can’t carry much
And you can hold a shadow’s hand
But it’s still something you can’t touch

‘Cause when he died, where did he go?
Well I’ve been told, but I just don’t know
And when he died, where did he go?
Well, I’ve been told it was a hell of a show

studio credits:
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – banjo, electric guitar, lead vocal
Rob – mandolin, harmonica, vocals
Dave – acoustic guitar, vocals
Erik – tack piano, grand piano, vocals
&
Tim Heck – washboard, shakers, triangles

Persephone


She sat in her garden in an old pair of jeans
and she smiled at the sun and the pale olive trees.
She wiped the dirt from her hands as she stood up to leave
and the earth opened up, and she was taken from me.

Oh, and I’ll think of you when the rain fills my shoes,
when I’m lost in the wind, when I’m wet with the blues,
when my head’s in the clouds, when my toes touch the sand,
when the sun stains the skin where you once held my hand…

She fell through the earth that she cared for so well
and she smiled at the flowers, and they wept as she fell
and with a groan and a sigh, the earth closed up again
and she was gone where she’d gone, yeah, she was gone from me then.

Oh, and I’ll think of you when the songbirds fly south;
of your ghostly-white arms and your apple-red mouth
when the branches bend down, when the leaves breathe their last,
when the moon sheathes the sun in the shadow she cast…

They closed off her garden with bright yellow tape
and they kept out the press and they padlocked the gate
and they drew a chalk outline where her last seed was sown
and the seed took its root, and the earth grew a stone.

Oh, and I’ll think of you when the fire won’t start,
when the frost owns the night like you once owned my heart,
when the day drinks the dew, when the sun settles in,
when the dewdrops dry up, when the frost comes again…

Down below, the dust settled and they gave her a crown
and a garden of gravel and a grey wedding gown
and she smiled at the cypress, so cold and so fair
and she tilled the scorched earth, and they worshipped her there.

Oh, and I’ll think of you when the red rooster cries,
when the dawn greets the dark; when the last sunset dies,
will I see you again where the sky meets the sea
when the earth turns at last, when the earth swallows me…?

studio credits:
Jeff – upright bass
Dan – electric slide guitar, vocals
Rob – mandolin, vocals
Dave – acoustic guitar, chord organ, tambourine, lead vocal
Erik – upright piano, vocals
&
Tim Heck – finger cymbals
Graham Galatro – addt’l percussion
Lauren Molina – cello

Pioneers

We are falling
We are pioneers
We are falling
We are pioneers

And we’re blinded in the alley
and we’re choking on the stand
And we lost her to the waters
An we placed him in the land

And our fingers snap like branches
And the trees nod real slow
We’re crawling from our bruises
Into foot prints that grow

We are crawling
We are pioneers
We are crawling
We are pioneers

And our floor boards speak like thunder
Something captured in our eye
And the way we shake’s disturbing
As the horizon eats the sky

And the devil has his quiver
And the blood is on the page
And the deal we’ve done is final
As our children take the stage

We are walking
We are pioneers
We are walking
We are pioneers

Oh and maybe we’re all traitors
Cause the city’s been our savior
And we know we should do good
But it’s not in our behavior

And our mother gave us milk
But it’s her body we desire
And every step we take
Only adds to the fire

We are running
We are pioneers
We are running
We are pioneers

studio credits:
Justin – drums, percussion, vocals
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – banjo, lead vocal
Rob – mandolin, vocals
Dave – grand piano, moog, addt’l synthesizers, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, lead vocal

Poor Eyes


I walked the path across the stone that I laid
Stared at an unmade bed where I no longer stayed
Unlocked the gate and it screamed at me
Said, “boy this ain’t the place that you can be”

Carried the pictures that hung on our wall
And I read your letter, ’cause I am too scared to call.
I took the ghost train to the other side of town
Think I need a pick me up, ’cause I am falling down

And I get so fucked up ’cause I don’t want to trace
The choices that I’ve made and the expression on your face

And some would say it ain’t the coldest that it’s been
But I ain’t been this cold in I can’t remember when

When February comes I can’t stand underground
Taste of your skin is the only sound
Train heaves a sigh and my head is a bed of weeds
Ice gathers round my eyes and my tongue, it bleeds
Yeah it bleeds, yeah it bleeds

Work all day long and at night my hands smell like wood
You said, “babe, don’t dare wash them” and I understood
You kissed the sawdust right off of my chest
Said “this is the way that I love you best”
Love you best, love you best, this is the way I love you

And I get so fucked up ’cause I’m too tired to sleep
Think about the words that are no longer mine to keep

And some would say it ain’t the coldest that it’s been
But I ain’t been this cold in I can’t remember when

And you cry and you cry and you cry
You cry and you cry and you cry
You cry and you cry and you cry
Your poor eyes

I cry and I cry and I cry
I cry and I cry and I cry
I cry and I cry and cry
My poor eyes

We cry and we cry and we cry
We cry and we cry and we cry
We cry and we cry and we cry
Our poor eyes

studio credits:
Jeff – upright bass, vocals
Dan – acoustic guitar, lead vocal
Rob – mandolin, featured backing vocal
Dave – grand piano, vocals
Erik – electric guitar, vocals
&
Tim Heck – dumbek

Rolling Coal

(unreleased)

so what if we’re stupid
so what if we got no sense
we ain’t just the backwoods
we ain’t Mr Randy’s “Rednecks”

we’re rolling coal on you
hope you like the side of the road
we’re rolling coal on you
digging graves and rolling coal

we have your children
we made the face to smile
we sat at your table
we blacked out every mile

we’re rolling coal on you
hope you like the side of the road
we’re rolling coal on you
digging graves and rolling coal

oh, oh

climb the horizon
leave you your windows down
you and your patience
look where it’s got you now

we’re rolling coal on you
hope you like the side of the road
we’re rolling coal on you
digging graves and rolling coal

Sister Peterbilt

Well, I saw you inside a book
and my heart was barely beating
your name, your face, and your hook
through my chest and I was pleading
won’t you stay

You’re named after a truck
and it ain’t on account of your good looks
so why not let me be the one to do the talkin’
Sister Peterbilt, I’m knockin’
that’s me behind that big old stack of books

Well they hold their breath so tight
which one of them might you be meeting?
They say they can see me in this light
those of them who still can see me
a blank valet

You’re named after a truck
and it ain’t on account of your good looks
so why not let me be the one to do the talkin’
Sister Peterbilt, I’m knockin’
that’s me behind that big old stack of books

Well, I saw you inside a book
and now I’m done with all that reading
my eyes all tangled from your hooks
feel your buried braille, hear your heart a-pleading
won’t you stay

You’re named after a truck
and it ain’t on account of your good looks
so why not let me be the one to do the talkin’
Sister Peterbilt, I’m knockin’
that’s me behind that big old stack of books

studio credits:
Justin – drums, percussion
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – banjo, vocals
Rob – mandolin, lead vocal
Dave – grand piano, B3, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, vocals

Sticks and Stones



Sticks and stones, broken bones
An old tree groans and an old man moans
It’s a long line to tow

But the moon and sun are on the run
It’s a smoking gun, but it’s so much fun
It’s a neverending show

And there’s no way that you can stall
The man in black when he comes to call
He’s still gonna hold your hand

So don’t let your thoughts go six feet deep
It’s a long way down and the road is steep
Just remember you belong to the land
You’ll always belong to the land

studio credits:
Jeff – bass guitar, vocals, addt’l percussion
Dan – banjo, lead vocal, addt’l percussion
Rob – acoustic & electric mandolins, vocals, addt’l percussion
Dave – accordion, harmonica, trumpets, vocals, addt’l percussion
Erik – upright piano, vocals, addt’l percussion
&
Chris Aiello – alto saxophone
Quinn Blandford – drums
Graham Galatro – addt’l vocals; percussion
Tim Heck – addt’l snare, shakers, congas, dumbek, chapchas, maracas, cowbell, kazoo, socket wrench, hands, feet
&
Britannie Bond – addt’l vocals; percussion
Ashley Grombol – addt’l vocals; percussion
Michael Propster – addt’l vocals; percussion
Michael Sadler – addt’l vocals; percussion

Sycamore



meet me by the sycamore
if you wanna see me run
meet me by the crossroads
with your father’s fancy guns
meet me by the waterwheel,
make the call of a meadowlark
meet me in the shadows,
and we’ll fall down in the dark

meet me by the riverbank,
meet me by the fair
meet me in the valley
for no one tarries there
meet me by my ankle
and i’ll meet you by your mouth
meet me on a compass rose
and i will lead you south

meet me after sunday school,
my belly hid from sight
meet me in your overcoat
fastened up so tight
meet me on my back porch
as light dies on the land
meet me in my father’s den
and ask him for my hand

meet me by the altar
for what you think is yours
meet me by our marriage bed,
across your gilded floors
he’ll meet me when you’ve gone away
and i will lie with him
meet me by the sycamore
and we’ll start all over again

meet me by the covered bridge
before i count to ten
meet me by the sycamore,
and we’ll start all over again

studio credits:
Jeff – bass guitar, vocals
Dan – banjo, vocals
Rob – acoustic guitar, harmonicas, lead vocal
Dave – grand piano, vocals
Erik – electric guitar, accordion, vocals

Three Months / Three Years



Ain’t gonna sleep for ninety days
Gonna shiver and shake in my sheets
We said our goodbyes with a pair of tombstone eyes
Cast in the color of unfamiliar streets

And I ain’t gonna breathe for ninety days
Lord, I’m sure I’ll turn blue
But the wind makes a choice, it imitates the sweetest voice
And it breaks your heart in two

Oh darlin’, sweet lover, if your lips are parched
Please do not quench them with your tears
For I’ll return with lips that burn
When three months becomes three years

And I ain’t gonna dance for ninety days
Can’t do it without my blue light
And though the river may call, it’s just a river, that’s all
I’ll just retire into the night

And I ain’t gonna drink for ninety days
Poor boy can’t fill his canteen
But I’ll wear a disguise, even I can tell lies
But where am I supposed to lean?

Oh darlin’, sweet lover, if your lips are parched
Please do not quench them with your tears
For I’ll return with lips that burn
When three months becomes three years

To some it’s not long, but I’ve written this song
There’s a reason the ink is still wet
We’re still in the flood like we’re bounded by blood
And I’m forever in your debt

And I ain’t gonna be the same for ninety days
Hope my heart can bear the load
But I made you a bed, so rest your weary head
And look for me on some dreamy road

And I ain’t gonna be the same for ninety days
I need my brothers and my sisters so sweet
And to each and every friend, I’ll see you soon around the bend
And to you I can only repeat

Oh darlin’, sweet lover, if your lips are parched
Please do not quench them with your tears
For I’ll return with lips that burn
When three months becomes three years

studio credits:
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – banjo, lead vocal
Rob – mandolin, vocals
Dave – tack piano, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, harmonica, vocals
&
Graham Galatro – addt’l percussion
Tim Heck – washboard, shakers, tambourine

Whiskey and Wine



I been up and I been down all over this here town
For far, far too long
Just give me a shed to cover my head
And I’ll say that nothing is wrong

Oh, but I love you, Brooklyn
You’ve been like a mother to me
You’re the shape of my heart
And my blood, it runs towards the sea

But I’ve been known to wander
Straight and narrow is a very thin line
I can’t seem to pick a side
So blame it on the whiskey and wine

Whiskey and wine
Whiskey and wine
Tell my mother I’m fine
It’s just whiskey and wine

And I been up and I been down all over this goddamn town
I fall so low
I’ve been the ghost at the dance, no chance at romance
And it’s always my time to go

But I need you, Brooklyn
You’re a lover in my time of need
In the dead of the night
I always follow your lead

But I been known to wander
Straight and narrow is an invisible line
I can’t open my eyes
So blame it on the whiskey and the wine

Whiskey and wine
Whiskey and wine
Tell my lover I’m fine
It’s just whiskey and wine

And when the sun goes down and I’m wide awake
My toes start to curl and my hands start to shake
But when the sun comes up and my lips are stained ruby red
There’s a fire in my belly and there’s a storm in my head

Whiskey and wine
Whiskey and wine
Tell my mother I’m fine
It’s just whiskey and wine

Whiskey and wine
Whiskey and wine
Tell my lover I’m fine
It’s just whiskey and wine

Amen

studio credits:
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – electric guitar, lead vocal
Rob – mandolin, vocals
Dave – B3, grand piano, harmonica, vocals
Erik – acoustic guitar, vocals
&
Quinn Blandford – drums
Graham Galatro – addt’l electric guitar
Tim Heck – tambourine

Wildlife

Lord, Lord, Lord you come and gone
Lord, Lord, Lord you come and gone
Lord, Lord, Lord at the break of dawn
Lord, Lord, Lord, you come and gone

studio credits:
Jeff – vocals
Dan – vocals
Rob – vocals
Dave – vocals
Erik – vocals

Wilson Avenue Lullabye

(unreleased)

Well it’s sleepy time on Wilson Avenue
Shop keepers are asleep and the sidewalk is yellow and blue
The piano’s gone to bed said I need to call it a night
I muttered I disagree but I’m just to tired to fight

Who’s gonna sing me a lullaby this time
GIve me one more drink no it can’t have to rhyme
Just take me to bed I can’t stand anymore
I sway like a dead tree because my feet can’t see the floor

And the moon is crying
She lies naked in the sky
And the stars just burn out
Dying light is their reply.

I guess I’ll go look for the ghosts of my past
Have to look back because ahead is too fast
I’m making speeches to John but it’s George that just stares
And the damn door won’t close but no one seems to care.

And it’s sleepy time and now we’re all wide awake.
The cards are all high but there’s nothing at stake
The light falls through the bottle and it paints on the wall
I see roses and rubies grow faint and too tall

Now the moon is dying
The graveyard has no empty bed
And the sun is dawning
I swallowed every word it said.

Youngblood



well i hopped over the mountain
about a thousand years ago
the city called me, mama told me
“boy, you gotta go
more than a stone’s throw away”
since that day, my best friend
has been this rotary telephone
it’s the next best thing to a southern hug
from the mama that i left all alone

Farmer Youngblood, treat my mama right
Farmer Youngblood, take her out tonight
they say you’re the talk of the town,
that you got plenty of seeds in the ground,
Youngblood.

well you can’t start a fire with wet wood
no and you can’t keep a good dog down
my advice to you, mister mister is to
cool your engines down. round town it
sounds like you’re a pillar, you’re a
pocket filler, spillin’ favors from your whirligig
but my mama ain’t no coin, ain’t no sweet sirloin
that you can spend, chop and waste
like a snot-faced kid

Farmer Youngblood, treat my mama kind
Farmer Youngblood, harvest not the pith nor the rind
as the crow flies i’m miles away
but as the son flies i’ll be there faster than you can say
“Youngblood.”

well there’s more than a handful of ladies
baggin’ groceries at your general store
who’ve called your bed their own they’d like to
call it that once more. they tore
my mama from a cloth that with all you’ve bought
you could never ever afford
so go rotate your taters,
tell my ma you’ll see her later
and get cozy with your corn

Farmer Youngblood, leave my mama be
Farmer Youngblood, mind your Qs and peas
don’t make me come down south
and wash that dirty mouth,
Youngblood.

i said i’m talkin’ to you.
but God rest your soul, Mr. Youngblood.

studio credits:
Jeff – bass guitar
Dan – banjo, harmonica, vocals
Rob – electric guitar, lead vocal
Dave – rhodes, tack piano, featured backing vocal
Erik – acoustic guitar, vocals
&
Quinn Blandford – drums
Tim Heck – congas, tambourine, addt’l vocals
&
Chris Aiello – addt’l vocals; percussion
Lauren Molina – addt’l vocals; percussion