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Pastel on my hands
Windshield out on open lands
And the sea right beside me
Open road ahead
Dotted lines in rearview spread
As I take my foot and press the gas
No one can go as fast as I can
I’m so free top down in my little coupe
I’m so free top down in my little coupe
Fragile peace of mind
Something I can rarely find
But the air in my hair pushing on all sides
I can find some peace of mind there
The sun’s not much to see
But ooo the way it shines on me
take my foot and press the gas
No one can go as fast as I can
I’m so free top down in my little coupe
I’m so free top down in my little coupe
I’m so free top down in my little coupe
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Got a jar full of pickles
And a vine that’s fat with grapes
But I never had a bottle of wine
Or steak on a China plate
I laid my money down lord
I laid my money down
I laid my money down lord
I laid my money down
That rich old city marshall
You can’t call him on the phone
He sure can dock your wages though
Cut your wheels down to the spokes
I laid my money down lord
I laid my money down
I laid my money down lord
I laid my money down
My silver bells aren’t ringing
And my lightbulbs are dusty and grey
I’ve been taking to making my own whisky
To keep me up at night and down through the day
I laid my money down lord
I laid my money down
I laid my money down lord
I laid my money down
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Leave my tombstone blank
Tell my kids don’t waste their money on an urn
Tell God I won’t need his heaven in the sky
cuz I’m never gonna die
I’m never gonna die
Tell my doc to quit his job
and all those angels up in heaven I’ll never dance their dance
All the fire and brimstone in hell will never make me fry
cuz I’m never gonna die
I’m never gonna die
I won’t regret the things I chose
If I ever build a sphinx it’ll never lose its nose
All those bets I ever lose will never make me cry
cuz I’m never gonna die
I’m never gonna die
Leave my tombstone blank
Tell my kids don’t waste their money on an ern
Tell God I won’t need his heaven in the sky
cuz I’m never gonna die
I’m never gonna die
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Tired but I’m wide awake mind spinning like a big city laundromat
Thinking of all the things I wanna’ do and coulda’ done
A thousand cars on jagged streets each with four wheels and a different mind
And I got naked toes on green green grass
Do you ever wish you could read your life like a book?
Do ever wanna’ read your story page by page?
I wish that I could read ahead, see what I kept and what I left behind
To see what really makes a man and what he can find in unfamiliar places
in unfamiliar places
Eyes Wide Open
Eyes wide open when they should be shut
Can’t say that I’ve got no regrets. Can’t say I’ve never cried.
When blue I paint golden grass on grey grey skies.
A song’s always a friend to me behind these tired eyes.
A friend to me in silence and in sound
I’ll always set a prayer and see a little angel there
Eyes Wide Open
Eyes wide open when they should be shut
Eyes Wide Open
Eyes wide open when they should be shut
If you could see the face of god would you turn and look away?
Like staring at the sun would you sneeze and fold in two?
Do you think he’d still be smiling with all his scars and his blinded eyes?
Do you think he still sings hallelujah?
Hallelujah. Do you think he still sings hallelujah?
Hallelujah. Do you think he still sings hallelujah?
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Subway station rain inside
Don’t make contact on the ride
Strangers with their empty stares
Wishing your seat was theirs
Had to get out
Had to get out
Had to get out
Back to Kansas
Eighteen years old with nothing to do
Wide open road and an itch in my boot
Over the rainbow shaped like a brick
Rain comes down those storms are electric
Had to get out
Had to get out
Had to get out
Out of Kansas
Oh there was always something else
Over that far horizon
Oh there was always something else
Seemed to be calling out to me
Looking out that airplane window
Feathered blue above, prairies below
Looking out that airplane window
Feathered blue above, prairies below
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They’re tearing down the club where we used to tear it up
The photo booth where we used to kiss went up in an auction and down in a truck
But we’re still dancing and we’re still dreaming and though those crowds may not be screaming
They’ve moved to other bars, found other constellations in Venus, Mars and other stars
Go down south where paws keep stomping. Small guitars keep honky tonkin.
Porch tunes and harmonies
At the old Jalopy oh
Dust the rust off your pants and clear a tear from your eye
Bring your flask but buy a beer to wash away the grind
The songs will make ya laugh and sing. Floor boards bend and wheeze.
When you ask a pretty dress to dance use “may I? thank you, please”
Go down south where boots keep knockin small guitars keep honky tonkin
Porch tunes and harmonies
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Don’t give me none of those half-assed kisses
Don’t make me smile and walk away
I like tennis and I like monopoly but if love’s a game
Then I don’t wanna play
Mercy, you got me crying mercy
Mercy, you gotta let me go
Mercy
Don’t hold my hand like you’re holding something rotten
Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean
You can fake your little deaths and you can make a house arrest
But don’t pretend you still love me
Mercy, you got me crying mercy
Mercy, you gotta let me go
Mercy
Pretty little jezebel no one quite can tie me up the way that you do
Pretty little jezebel, no one quite can pick me up and make me cry
Mercy
Don’t say you love me like you read it in a textbook
And I won’t let a tear roll down my cheek
Hey, what do you say we just call the whole thing off
And pick it up again next week
Mercy, you got me crying mercy
Mercy, you gotta let me go
Mercy, you got me crying mercy
Mercy, you got me crying
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The first time I saw you you were walking around me in some really nice jeans
And everybody thought that you were the bee's knees.
(and if) you had been a-vai-la-ble I wouldn't have had to wait until I asked you out.
As it stood it only took a couple of days.
Oh Ilana you're the one for me.
Walking around me in your really nice jeans
Everyone know that you're the bee's knees.
The thing about us is that we see things the same way,
The world is crazy and the only thing left is to roll in the hay.
You're so amazing that I'm thinking of phasing out the rest of them
But what would a couple be without all of their friends
Oh Ilana you're the one for me….
'Oh Ilana' is already a song by a man from the Israel shore.
But it isn't about YOU so I thought I would even the score.
I'm lucky to have me a partner in musical crime
You keep me honest and make sure I'm always playing in time
You're so sweet that the bees get jealous when we're walking by,
We try to run away but they sting us and make us cry.
Those god damn bees can very well git,
They don't understand that you love me best,
And loving you back is my raison d'être.
Oh Ilana you're the one for me….
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There’s a road in west Texas where a tree is hardly known
And in the cracks between the yellow lines and asphalt grows a single rose.
It’s no bigger than a quarter. It’s not worth a dirty dime.
But if you come across that dusty pink rose Lord how it does shine.
So don’t
Don’t close your eyes
You never know what you may find
There’s a draft in my attic. Spiders build webs to catch the flies
In the corner there’s a crank-turn record player
Thin needle thick shellac front and back to hear it cry.
Listen to the dust on its wooden frame.
Clarinets and crooked songs, skips and long plays
Songs so old you hear the stories never told
Clues in the blues fall like ashes from the sky
Don’t
Don’t close your eyes
You never know what you may find
Don’t
Don’t close your eyes
You never know what you may find
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That nine pound hammer
It's a little too heavy for my size, oh for my size
I'm going up the mountain just to see my baby
and I ain't coming back no I ain’t coming back
Roll on buddy don’t you roll so slow
How could I pull when my wheels won’t roll
Roll on buddy roll that coal
How could I pull when my wheels won’t go
Take my canary down into that mine.
See if it chokes see if it sings.
My little lady, she’s a coughin and a wheezin’
and I’m sluggin this hammer just to hear it ring
Roll on buddy…
When I die you can make my tombstone
out of number nine coal, out of number nine coal
(and) Take my hammer. You can give it to the captain
Cuz I ain’t coming back no I ain’t coming back.
I’m like the canary. Oh I ain’t coming back.
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Oh I’m just a country preacher
And I travel from town to town
And everywhere I go there’s a pretty little God-fearing girl
I pick her up and I put her right back down
Oh I pick her up and I put her right back down
Oh Julia
But you made me feel something different
Something honest and lovely inside
You made me want to buy a farm and a pretty little chicken coop
Then I had to swallow my pride
Oh then I had to swallow my pride
Oh Julia
You gave me everything that I thought I could want
You made me want to buy a ring of solid gold
And then I had to go back from LA to pretty little Wichita
You gave me the clap and you gave me a cold
You gave me the clap and you gave me a cold
Oh Julia
Well now I’m right back to preaching
And traveling from town to town
And everywhere I go there’s a pretty little God-fearing girl
I pick her up and I put her right back down
Oh I pick her up and I put her right back down
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Some days it’s gonna rain and some days the sun is gonna shine
Some days your hand will be in mine
Rain might wash away another day but
you won’t have to hope to see me stay
La la la la la la
Stained glass and masonry whisper to you between their walls
There’s always jokes in bathroom stalls
Back roads and city streets will make your heart fray
but you don’t have to hope to see me stay
Parrots in the trees
Swimming in and out of the cemetery breeze
Winter won’t see them a single day
but you don’t have to hope to see me stay
Fa la la Fa la la la la
Some days everything falls right into place
Some days you won’t want to show your face
People you meet will make you want to pray but
you don’t have to hope to see me stay
Fa la la la la
Fa la la la la
Parrots in the trees
Swimming in and out of the cemetery breeze
Winter won’t see them a single day
but you won’t have to hope to see me stay
Fa la la la la
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released January 15, 2015
Alex Mallett - banjo, guitar, lead vocals
Alan Biller - upright bass, vocals
Nico Dann - drums, vocals
Chris Q Murphy - guitar and arrangements
Eli Sundelson - organ
Sammi Friedman - vocals, misc photos
Sara Bouchard - mandolin, promo design
Nathaniel Morgan - engineering
“Gypsy” George Mihalopoulos - mixing
Mark Dann - mastering
Luis Cisneros - photos/design
Radassassin - misc photos
