Recorded at the 100+ year old Perry House in sleepy Hartselle, AL sporadically from fall of 2006 to fall of 2007. A ghost fried much equipment and there was a dead cat on the street throughout most of the making of the album.
Hit me again with another round of gin, bartender can I get a light?
The matchbook I kept in my pocket left with the girl on my right
And the girl to my left wants to drink for free but I’ve got all the debt that I need
Because of one girl’s suspicion and college tuition for two girls that I never see
So if you’re looking for someone to carry you home
Or to play some bar room shrink
You’re a real beauty and while you mean nothing to me
I only came here to drink
Another shot quick, if my walls could forget, I’d do my drinking at home
If I ask for your number, then would you leave me alone?
Then she pulls on my arm and she asks me to dance
Oh why don’t you buzz off and die?
I could pretend but what then? I know this dance comes with a price.
So if you’re looking for someone to carry you home
Or to play some bar room shrink
Thanks for the attention but I’m sure that I mentioned
I only came here to drink
If you’re looking for someone to carry you home
Or to play some bar room shrink
Thanks for the attention but I’m sure that I mentioned
I only came here to drink
Track Name: You Don't Belong to Anyone
You kept the ring and the empty house
Why won’t you allow yourself the time to go without?
Once they give out, they just get out
Seems all you can do is leave with what’s left of the money daddy left for you
And you can talk about it
as if there’s nothing worth living for
Age isn’t far from your face
and you don’t belong to anybody anymore
You don’t belong to anybody anymore
You don’t belong to anybody anymore
You don’t belong to me, and I’m not gonna hurt over you anymore
While it’s true, sometimes I pretend
that this is something I did not choose to participate in
Once they get in, we just give in
Seems all we can do is side with the heart to whom we make excuses to
And we can walk around it
as if we’ve settled some kind of score
Surely we were taught better
but you don’t belong to anybody anymore
You don’t belong to anybody anymore
You don’t belong to anybody anymore
You don’t belong to me, and I’m not gonna hurt over you
Anybody might see straight through the lies, the harm they caused we never realized
My soul’s going to heaven ‘cause I’ve been baptized, you were there
The silver frame was a wedding gift, the picture you replace with whomever you’re with
And there isn’t anything that the doctor can’t lift
and love hasn’t mattered, what’s the matter with a life without it, huh?
You don’t belong to anybody anymore
You don’t belong to anybody anymore
You don’t belong to anybody anymore
You don’t belong to me, and I’m not gonna hurt over you anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Track Name: Darling Gardenia
In her dark hair lay a white gardenia
she picks from the garden in her father’s yard
And in the sweet summer, how she glows like a firefly
floating through the garden in her father’s yard
She comes from the country with the blooming hydrangeas
She looks so delicate when she bats her eye
but don’t let her fool ya, she’ll drink you under the table
And here where she comes from, they never call her by her name
They say “Where have you been, oh our darling gardenia?
It’s good to see you, it’s been too long.
Oh, how we’ve missed you our darling gardenia.
It’s good to have you home. Who’s this with you?
You could’ve had anyone.”
She took me in, I was a mystery novelist
but how she’d uncover every clue
So I stick to doing what it is I do best:
Supporting a habit while she supports me
And so we were married, me and my gardenia
This chip on my shoulder only grows mean
And she drives me crazy but how I still love her
She deserves a song sweeter than I can sing
Where have you been, oh my darling gardenia?
No need to argue, you’re never wrong
Oh, how I’d miss you my darling gardenia
Who wants to be alone? It could’ve been anyone
Gardenia
Gardenia
Gardenia
Track Name: Stolen Cars & Winding Hills
Stolen cars and winding hills
captured on these movie reels
Pretty girls who want to dance or sing
wearing nothing but a shoe string
and they ain’t a’wearin’ no shoes
they ain’t a’wearin’ no shoes
They’d trade it all for a place behind the wheel
of stolen cars on winding hills
She was married at twenty two
to a man who left her black and blue
Word got out why she left town
It got around where she’d be found
What’s a girl to do?
What’s a girl to do?
She’s someone’s daughter, somebody’s next meal
in them stolen cars on those winding hills
But there’s a place beneath her skin
where she won’t let anybody in
She hides it from the camera’s lens
to give up to just one man at a time
to give up to just one man at a time
Stolen cars and winding hills
captured on these movie reels
Some girls will do about anything
to paint their nails and their face with the cocaine
They live with them blues
They live with them blues
In California, everything looks so real
even stolen cars and winding hills
Track Name: Snake in the Grass
Arms are caught in a tug of war
There’s nothing I have that isn’t spoken for
And you come ready as if by my side
there’s nothing that I haven’t seen you try
It’s like I’m fighting over who to fight this time
Snake in the grass, I gotta snake in the grass
I can’t go outside for the snake in the grass
I can’t walk outside in my own front yard
Why you wanna make this hard? Why you wanna hurt my baby?
I do that just fine on my own, funny ‘cause I don’t mean to
You sliver in from the street to the lawn
I trusted you to stay where you belong
If I want to burn the bed I’ve made
Remember it’s my decision to make
But you struck the match, I’m putting out the flames
Snake in the grass, I gotta snake in the grass
I can’t go outside for the snake in the grass
I can’t walk outside in my own front yard
Why you wanna make this hard? Why you wanna hurt my baby?
I do that just fine on my own, funny ‘cause I don’t mean to
You act surprised that we don’t speak
but have you ever seen a snake that could land on its’ feet?
Why you wanna make this hard? Why you wanna hurt my baby?
I do that just fine on my own, funny ‘cause I don’t mean to.
Track Name: For the Fear of Winning
This bridge doesn’t take you anywhere
I didn’t come here to cross
I’ve only come to see your face in the water
If you’re not careful, I’ll smoke all of your cigarettes
and we won’t talk for days
then I’ll come see you the next time it rains
From July to December
the water barely touches the bank
The moon is still, it shines like a silver-dollar
You’re always young; I’m always so irresponsible
and how I’ll say your name
only to recognize the pain
Satisfaction a medal
You: A finish line
So I piss you off for the fear of winning
I toss you over that bridge
somekind of truth never made real
to float endlessly on the water in the creek
and you’re always here
This bridge doesn’t take you anywhere
I didn’t come here to cross
I’ve only come to see your face in the water
If you’re not careful, you’ll get your jeans all wet
and you’ll be sick for days
then I’ll come see you the next time it rains
Track Name: Rhyme or Reason
I’m searching helplessly
trying to find the cause of my blues
Hands feel the walls to see
as if my brain has blown a fuse
I consult a physician
about the voices heard under my bed
He said, “A man in your condition
should really try living outside of his head.”
Without any rhyme or reason
you get sad and blue
Blue skies can be deceiving
You don’t need to have a reason
to cry if you want to cry
You don’t need any reason
to be blue
to be blue
I don’t need your affection
I just want to get me some sleep
And I am open to any suggestions
and no I’ve never known a girl who could do this to me
Well, maybe
Without any rhyme or reason
you get sad and blue
Somewhere, somebody’s leaving
You don’t need to have a reason
to cry if you want to cry
You don’t need any reason
to be blue
to be blue
I’m locked in this room and I’m hoping that you have a key to get out
Some confidence I might borrow, “Better now, thank you,” until tomorrow when
I’ll wake up to feel it coming on
the feeling that everything is wrong
I wonder why I bother to wake up at all
I’ve lowered myself in this well like a submarine shell and I sink in the se
Climbed over the hill, yellow-green chlorophyll is dissolving all of the light of the sun
And the moon is not my friend
It stares with its disappointment again
and again, always dreaming of somewhere I’ve been before
You don’t need to have a reason
to cry if you want to cry
You don’t need any reason
to be blue
to be blue
Track Name: Talkin' Ray Bradbury Blues
The streets are alive with alien eyes
Made well aware that we are not alone
save yourselves, trust no one else
We don’t trust you, we’ve tapped your phone
Here’s one, there’s one, everybody sees one
You’re positive you passed one at the mall
The end is here at last, every pump is out of gas
Take cover for the sky is bound to fall
Don’t be alarmed, it’s nothing new
It’s only Ray Bradbury Blues
Every mom and Dad’s kids are waving the flag
Don’t they know that God is on our side?
With technology we stole, we’ll build our own UFO’s
and charge the public a buck and a half to ride
Know your friends for little green men
have become a part of our society
like William Tell, Alexander Graham Bell
Robert Frost, and Francis Scott Key
Don’t be alarmed, what can you do?
It’s only Ray Bradbury Blues
Something wicked this way comes, something wicked this way comes, something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes, something wicked this way comes, something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes, something wicked this way comes, something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes, something wicked this way comes, something wicked this way comes
The whip has been cracked, get ready to attack
Set your phasers for kill
And if you oppose the plan, man, can’t you understand?
If we don’t do it, no one will
I do declare, they’ve poisoned the air
with their intention to destroy
Their tactics are mysterious; let’s show them that we’re serious
Let’s go bomb Illinois
Don’t be alarmed, it’s nothing new
It’s only Ray Bradbury Blues
Track Name: When Did We Grow Old
When did we grow old? Time might have forced us to change,
but I’d give my weight in gold to leave a few things the same
Running from headlights on the mountain, dancing where Joe would deejay,
and climbing those fish-nets like a spider all the way up to your waist.
I’ll say some things that I will not mean and become your history
Time cannot take what I give up, but can only give up on me.
Age is a reminder that we’re not very smart
‘cause we should know better as old as we are
Somethings we’ll never learn with time
no matter how many times we mess things up
When did we grow old?
When did we grow old?
Age is a reminder that we’re not very smart
Moving closer together to move farther apart.
Somethings we’ll never learn with time
no matter how many times…
When did we grow old?
When did we grow old?
Track Name: Nobody's Cheating Tonight
Thoughts with a girl that I can’t forget
Lips to a drink that I’ve only just met
and neither which I will get away without paying for
I watch the clock in the hotel lounge
I see a brown dress and stare it straight to the ground
Is it any surprise that every pair of eyes lie on the floor?
Nobody’s watching, but nobody’s trying
I guess nobody’s cheating tonight
So why should I?
Shadows are strangers when you’re far from home
and strangers are shadows you’re not meant to know
It’s only memories that accompany me to the fourteenth floor
Up in my room, I wait for the walls
to give with the swing of a tired wrecking ball
Clothed in blue light, the walls and I wait for something more
If everybody’s sleeping then no one’s doing any harm
I guess nobody’s cheating tonight
So why should I?
Nobody’s moving and nobody cares
Nobody’s cheating tonight
Track Name: Breakfast for Dinner
I hate breakfast for dinner, I hate mowing the lawn
I hate sweet potatoes and that dress you got on
I hate cold coffee and this morning my stomach hates alcohol
Summer and spring, I hate everything, that’s all
There’s sunlight coming through the window, please pull the shade
I hate them birds and that song they sing, please make ‘em go away
Kids that cry, I can’t stand ‘em no matter how big or how small
Phones that ring, Oh I hate everything, that’s all
I like peace and quiet so please shut up
I like chocolate and beer, I think I’m gonna throw up
And I love the radio when it’s turned off
So you see I really don’t hate everything but I sure do hate a lot
I hate breakfast for dinner, I hate mowing the lawn
Sweet potatoes, and whatever that is you got on
I hate cold coffee and this morning my stomach hates alcohol
Summer and spring, I hate everything, that’s all
Track Name: Hearts Are Like Angry Souls
Tired of pretending, refusing to feel
Not removed, just replaced
I’m digging up bones, the choice was my own
I don’t fit with your things
like a cat climbing up the wrong tree
When you left for college, I kept on working like I always do
Making a killing and killing the time between talks with you
We’ll meet in Kentucky where my hands will have nowhere to go
Bones will be buried
Hearts are like angry souls
that manage to carry on
in this temporary world
God save this old house that stood up through every storm but the last
that held us together, my babies’ records and photographs
I would have left if you’d asked
Please tell my girls I’m sorry
Daddy wouldn’t mean to scare you
Bones will be buried
Hearts are like angry souls
Surely love only lasts for so long in a temporary world
Track Name: Dancing With Emily Veers
Up in a room, waiting for word to come
that she hasn’t seen the last romance
In a green-silken gown and her Mother’s gold locket she lies upon the bed
hoping he’s somewhere and out there he’s dead
and not at the gym, dancing with Emily Veers
If they should kiss, they’d no longer be friends
Carved in her flesh ‘cause it’s permanent
are words she’d regret revealing to him
“You’re all I got.”
“You’re all I got.”
Climbing the walls and clicking her heals
she’ll settle for a bath and those little round pills
He was last seen wiping the sweat from his brow
at the gym dancing with Emily Veers
His face was buried where the hair meets her shoulders
He’d suffer through every kiss
but every kid suffers ‘til they know what pain is
And she hates razor-blades, needles, and pills of all kinds
and green-silken gowns and lockets of gold
misery, though none has she known
and she’ll leave this world being told
“You’re all I got.”
“You’re all I got.”
Crossing his heart and kissing her lips
youth is a joke that nobody gets ‘til it’s gone