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burn me down
now help me up
well ain't this just my kinda luck
carve this chest
with that ice cold gold
don't you dare pretend you've still got a soul
sharpened eyes
and a hazy mind
if i could i doubt i'd buy more time
because i'm running out
and you twist your mouth
and that train outside your window's way too loud
give me god
on second thought
there's nothing there i can make myself want
so give me blood
give me love
but not the kind you think i'm thinking of
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sweetheart you can hear me coming
wheezing panting barely running
i'm a hellhound scratching my ear in confessional
who's too old to pray
knives and fire in your new kitchen
where was i when he got it in
was i sleeping with some stranger in los angeles
or just trying to sleep
i'm an empty glass containing
melting ice and what's remaining
of your freedom and religion and your protest
but aren't we all
and you didn't seem to notice that i never bothered to call
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citrus stings the sores inside my mouth
she tells me she's with child
i need a minute
desperate times they tempted me to run
and i know it's been a while
don't test my limits
and i don't think i'll ever be as sorry
as it would take to explain why i'm not sorry
and if you came to tampa it would bore you
and i know how you get when you're bored
this is just a warning
sin still clings to ghosts inside these walls
and it's not that far to fall
from grace to disgraceful
take a sip i know you're trying to stall
you're staring at the wall
and that dress is distasteful
and i don't think i'll ever be as sorry
as it would take to explain why i'm not sorry
and if you came to tampa they'd arrest you
and i know you're stressed as it is
kid just think about it
shut your eyes like you're trying to hear the song
but it hasn't been that long
this was not a good idea
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i can't go to god at all
but god could i use a bottle
i'll paint you one more masterpiece
rip it to shreds and leave it at your feet
legs just like broken promises
i swear there's nothing in this for me
they say there's health and fire in youth
but all i see is ash in you
so give me strength to preach the truth
in one more tune before they do
audienceless victims again
there's nothing in this kingdom for me
skin it hangs off like a sheet
say you've never been as happy
as when they had the decency
to give you what you finally needed
years of poison and noise and indiscretions
catch up
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see the redhead woman with her only daughter
see the lonely son with his only father
well they ride on down to the edge of town
where the raindrops feel like holy water
no electric bill and the kids ain't crying
and you don't get sick and your friends ain't dying
and the sunset sings with the colors it brings
you don't feel like taking pictures but you're trying
and jesus ain't the only friend you never had
no padre saying everything you've done is bad
when death does come and the night's so young
you'll be safe at home not alone in a cold bath
and your words ain't lost in the lion's mane
in your nostrils ain't the remnants of your cocaine
when you look at your woman and you kiss her she won't taste
all the liquor that's been swimming in your blood veins
see the redhead woman with her only daughter
see the lonely son with his only father
well they ride on down to the edge of town
where the raindrops feel like holy water
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back east they still give a damn
and i swear i gave everything i had
in the bedroom
but no place else
if i'm god's image he's a ten time loser
with a hole in the heart that he barely uses
and he's balding
but at least he's kinda tall
lord i know my rights
and now my ride's outside
like she said she'd be
you just wait and see
it was mostly me
you'll be free finally
you just wait and see
ghost of a lover
some regret for the mother
i was lying when i said I didn't care for the others
i was also lying
like lying down
never felt older and i've never been nowhere
that i like so little as the place we hold up in
in the summer
and then in fall
lord i know my rights
and now my ride's outside
like she said she'd be
you just wait and see
it was mostly me
you'll be free finally
you just wait and see
it was mostly me
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while your mama's taking swigs your daddy digs his grave
and i'm trying to find a way out of this place so i'll die sane
it's a damn fine shame
i let you get away
while your mama's sleeping deep in the early afternoon
your daddy's trying not to think of the things that he should do
like sweep up all the glass
or mow the goddamn grass
while your mama's burning up we pass the bottle around
because we can't afford to put her in the ground
it's a damn fine shame
we let her slip away
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you say the sad bastard act is getting old
i say no one asked you to buy but it's getting sold
and there ain't nothing you can do
'cause the shit i sell is true
and all the money that i make goes up in smoke
or down my throat
just not to you
well this world wants you alive when it gets its chance
to teach you one or ten things about romance
but all the blood i spilled was mine
and you're welcome to take your time
but surprise surprise i just ain't in the mood to dance
or hold your hand
or even stand
and it's hard to fall from grace if you've never been there
and it's tough money to make but babe i ain't scared
let's be fair
so we'll keep this fire lit till it goes out
and you'll swallow every bit of that liquid down
and i can taste in on your breath
you say i only write of death
but surprise surprise i write about your problems too
just not for you
lord knows for who
and it's hard to recall your face since you haven't been here
and it's tough to feel to safe but babe i ain't scared
let's be fair
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your face is a roadmap of all the misery
it's ever weathered and i'm the same way too
i'm the same way too
your eyes are like to beady pools of brine
i could stare at them for hours but i
just don't have the time
and who would claim you as their own
and who would take you to their home
downtime gets bearable with wine
just helps to take my mind off things
i don't really think it's a crime
my bones are crumbling from inside
it isn't that i tried so hard
my hopes were never that high
and why did i say i'd pick you up
i'll try but it's gonna take some luck
your face is a combination of things i hate
stuck together with masking tape
and a mind to not leave things alone
now i shall retire by the fireside
sleep is thrust on my from the drugs i tried
said i'd call you back well i guess i lied
and now i can't see straight
and i've never been happier
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god forgive god
he's a rat running up my leg
there's something in the wind i can't help but smell
if my woman was a real thing
she'd have left some years ago
there's a lighter in my desk but nothing to smoke
slaughtered my self loathing
now i want that madness back
i love that i'm alone so it ain't courage that i lack
it's just the facts
drowning in wisconsin
the lonely ash in the river deep
there's something in the wind as the brothers weep
maybe if i stayed there
i'd have gone the same damn way
but still i wake a squint at another day
butchered all i had here
now i want my money back
i love that i'm alone so it ain't regrets that i have
it's just the facts
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i think it stands to reason
the word love should be in quotes
and if i had to think of just one damn thing you should know
it's that even though it was my call my life's just gotten worse
i wouldn't change a single thing at all
a bleeding heart a sheep a weep some warn shoes
she calls me sweetheart i decide to order two
i think it stands to reason
the word love should be in quotes
and if i had to think of just one damn thing you should know
it's that even though it was my call my life's just gotten worse
i wouldn't change a single thing at all
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released November 11, 2013
The Hicks Canyon Band:
Spencer Hannemann - Guitar, Mandolin, Banjo, Vocals
Alex Teubert - Drums, Percussion, Vocals
Jonathan O'Brien - Bass, Keys, Guitar, Vocals
With:
Carole Anne Pecchia - Vocals
Nehemiah Chen - Violin
Engineered, Produced, and Mixed by Jonathan O'Brien
at The Music Box Studios in Tustin, California
Mastered by Michael Fossenkemper
at TurtleTone Studios in Manhattan, New York
Art and Design by Carole Anne Pecchia
All Songs Written by Spencer Hannemann
Copyright 2013