Alan Peters: Lead & background vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, dobro Jason Brownell: Bass
Producer: Revenant Ventures Engineer: Jason Brownell
“Here’s a song dedicated to my late friend Fran. After a really touch-and-go surgery, Neko Case once wrote to Fran that she’d be up and chopping wood again in no time. So here’s an homage to my dear friend, reimagined as a lumberjack, falling her final trees in Trinity County before she heads off to Section 37 — the place in lumberjack lore where shit actually goes right for once.”
I walked the log. I fucked the dog. I drank out of a greasy hardhat I didn’t quit when I got snakebit, but even I know this is worse than that Put in a load up an old mountain road when I heard them binders snap Pinned to the ground under ten thousand pounds of Doug-fir in my lap
So Annie, can you hear me now? Yo Annie, can you hear me now? I’m going to Section 37 Don’t you dare shed a tear for me because I’m going to Section 37 I’ve seen everything a logger-boy can see, and I’m going to Section 37
I’m a faller. I’m a bucker. I’m a mean motherfucker, and I love to hear that timber crack P.L. and me musta worked every tree down to the ocean and back I guess that I shoulda walked them ties when I went down on one knee But then I don’t know who I woulda been and somehow you stuck around me
So Annie, can you hear me now? Yo Annie, can you hear me now? I’m going to Section 37 Don’t you dare shed a tear for me because I’m going to Section 37 I’ve seen everything a logger-boy can see, and I’m going to Section 37
So Annie, I’m going Yo Annie, can you hear me now?
On a platform all alone Ear pressed against the phone A tinny voice tells you that it’s time
The rain comes down in sheets Red light bouncing off the streets Wondering how you’ll flag a ride
The last train is forty dollars You’re soaked down to the bone It’s a long ways to Chuckawalla So you drop a dime to Al Cabrón
Darling what you need? What’s your speed? What gets you through the night? I got Mendocino Magic Pie Snow so pure it’d make a penguin cry Or maybe you just need a ride
The last train is forty dollars You’re soaked down to the bone It’s a long ways to Chuckawalla Slide on in with Al Cabrón
Stainless steel reflections Best leave that belt outside Shake hands with the chaplain Then just say “goodbye”
It’s a long ways to Chuckawalla There’s no road back home It’s a long ways to Chuckawalla So roll on back out with Al Cabrón
Brother P-Touch, Brother P-Touch, raise your arms Brother P-Touch, lift you higher than you’ve ever gone Brother P-Touch, Brother P-Touch, raise your arms Brother P-Touch, lift you higher than you’ve ever known
Well, he can tear out your eyes with a twist of his wrist You can try, but you can’t resist So near and yet so far So close, but no cigar Isn’t like it happens every day
Brother P-Touch, Brother P-Touch, raise your arms Brother P-Touch, lift you higher than you’ve ever gone Brother P-Touch, Brother P-Touch, raise your arms Brother P-Touch, lift you higher than you’ve ever known
Well, you can look in his eyes while he kisses your lips He’s there at your fingertips He’s gonna take you high To that deluxe apartment in the sky Isn’t like it happens every day
Brother P-Touch, Brother P-Touch, raise your arms Brother P-Touch, lift you higher than you’ve ever known
Brother P-Touch, Brother P-Touch, raise your arms Brother P-Touch, lift you higher than you’ve ever gone Brother P-Touch, Brother P-Touch, raise your arms Brother P-Touch, lift you higher than you’ve ever known
Brother P-Touch, lift you higher than you’ve ever known
Somebody Died
Somebody died and made you king Somebody died and made you cry Somebody died and made you king Somebody died and left you suffering
Close your eyes and tell me all your sins I don’t think you realize how deeply you are in it You can build your life on suffering and lies Pretty soon the universe will catch you by surprise
Lock the door and throw away the key All your good intentions come unhinged eventually You can tell me you know what it’s all about Pretty soon the universe will turn you inside out…
Somebody died and made you king Somebody died and made you cry Somebody died and made you king Somebody died and left you suffering
Somebody died and made you king Somebody died and made you cry Somebody died and made you king Somebody died and left you suffering
There might be no light to lead you on But there will still be people who’ll be sorry when you’re gone There are no plans behind the hands of fate The only truths that you derive are those you can create…
Somebody died and made you king Somebody died and made you cry Somebody died and made you king Somebody died and made you cry Somebody died and made you king Somebody died and made you cry Somebody died and made you king Somebody died and left you suffering
Snowball
You think about what it was like before When everything was so much different At night your room was dark and yielding And the drapes breathed like the ocean But now you’re feeling so much older You suck your nerve out of a bottle And the night is dark and lonely So you sleep with all the lights on to stop the thinking
But I could go anywhere I could do anything In my own time I could do anything I could go anywhere In my own time
Suddenly you’re small and helpless And the snow keeps falling harder Everything is unfamiliar You’re somewhere you’ve never been before And in your hand you’ve got a snowball And the sky’s getting brighter And the sky’s getting bigger You stand alone so small and crying in the snow
But I could go anywhere I could do anything In my own time I could do anything I could go anywhere In my own time
Yes I still think about the snow That’s falling harder And I know the sea is not as near as it appears to be I still think about the snow
Now, forever is a good idea And tomorrow’s just a long time And the sweat rolls down your body It’s dark and salty on your mouth
And in your hands you’ve got a snowball And the sky keeps getting brighter And the sky keeps getting bigger You stand alone, so small and crying in the snow
But I could go anywhere I could do anything In my own time I could do anything I could go anywhere In my own time In my own time
Laughter & Forgetting
She’s not from here, she’s from a town That’s far away across the ocean And though I’ve never been I’m sure it’s very lovely She speaks to me of city nights Of politics and rock ‘n’ roll there And the people in her stories They all speak a different language And like me she’s from the outside Then the cards they turned and brought her in And she came here for the sunshine But it might not be that warm again
Sitting outside with a glass of wine She smiles at the sea, how it hangs like it’s painted I know she and the beach are both out of reach Then she smiles back at me and says, “Well, life’s complicated” She captures in her pictures What I look for in my songs While she tries to grasp the world here She knows better than to hold it for too long
And please Excuse me if I seem A bit confused But I’m just looking for a road That I once used And please Forgive me if I seem A bit unclear But I’m just looking for a road That takes me home from here
Well, I’ve learned there’s strength in laughter But there’s things that I still can’t forget She saved me once from drowning Even if I can’t see the shoreline yet
Candle
I have always been someone Obsessed with great philosophies Of wax and blood and incense death The living flesh no breath of life for me
Now black lace curtains ripped aside The flaming heart is opened wide A crown of thorns will flare up bright As stained glass windows catch the light I see
Oh, but there’s nobody Who I’d rather be next to Next to you There’s nobody next to you There’s nobody next to you There’s nobody next to you
The marble altar split in two Its relics scattered on the floor But bones and burlap Bits of wood Are dry to touch They break too easily You raise the chalice to your lips You press it with your fingertips A thousand martyrs watch from high So keep the blood but save the flesh for me…
Oh, but there’s nobody Who I’d rather be next to Next to you There’s nobody next to you There’s nobody next to you There’s nobody next to you
I have always been someone Obsessed with great philosophies Of wax and blood and incense death The living flesh no breath of life for me
Now black lace curtains ripped aside The flaming heart is opened wide A crown of thorns will flare up bright As stained glass windows catch the light I see
Oh, but there’s nobody Who I’d rather be next to Next to you There’s nobody next to you There’s nobody next to you There’s nobody next to you Nobody next to you Nobody next to you Nobody next to you
Summer spent With Laine by the pool Doing nothing but it was fine I think we hang out too much But I want to see her all the time My eyes are welling up in the parking lot She’s waiting for her ride I miss the girl I once was She grew up to be terrified
Sometimes I wish she never got in that car cause I asked her to stay But knowing Laine could she watch me melting in my dismay? In my dismay…
She never knew the right thing to say but I wanted to tell her everything anyway Now she’ll just be, someone on the edge of my mind I wonder if they ever knew how hard it was to hide the truth No lifeguard watching the deep end When we need it
There was a time I wasn’t sure which way it would go Would we sit there watching the credits roll? How some of the best nights turned into the last times, I don’t know And she never knew that first scene (She never knew that first scene) We were still running to theatre four with the reclining seats She said it was a one month thing It always felt like more to me
And ticket stubs will fade to gray in a few more years Laine’s already gone She doesn’t care I’ll dry my tears Just realized fears
She never knew the right thing to say and she won’t talk to me anymore anyway Another thing pushed to the edge of my mind I wonder if they ever knew how hard it was to hide the truth No lifeguard watching the deep end When we need it
It’s just a headache But it won’t go away It’s weighing me down as I’m wiping my face Of the makeup I wore to my friends place Couldn’t make it through the door life’s too fast paced If it’s just stress, it’s just summer, then why does it grow? If this was the fallout, how could I have known? The memories of us that we can’t recreate Getting by with a poker face
And I wonder if they ever knew how bad it hurts to hide the truth No lifeguard watching the deep end We’re sinking
We’re sinking We’re sinking We’re sinking
(You don’t have to say a thing Just keep me from sinking)
She didn’t ask you to wait so why are you waiting, what are you waiting for? Why are you waiting? What are you waiting for? Why are you waiting? What are you waiting for? Why are you waiting? What are you waiting for? Why are you waiting? What are you waiting for?
I sent a representative to greet you at the door Still unsure if I should let you in I’m made of fears I’m made of dreams too Half written poems on my walls all addressed to you Built it all five years ago Maybe some things you grow too old for
My apprehension to facing a tainted reputation All this pressure is placing on who’s mark are we racing It’s a deal I’m not taking and maybe I should wait inside This situation is crazy I hate it Or is it just me? I’m running out of places that you can’t reach The real me who is she, the one in the high seat? Is it the one that I’ve been trying to hide?
But we’re young and so afraid Of all of the rumors, all of this bracing But what are we landing on? And I thought if we had more time maybe the walls would crumble But I just can’t seem to get close enough to you
All the houses in our little town look the same on the outside Been sitting on the couch for so long thought it was just me who was inside Word travels fast when there’s nothing more to say And everything leads to you walking away Dear gossip girl, I think some things we’ve grown too old for
What you see in my attachment just a fraction of what I feel It’s getting late I see you hesitate The layers start to peel What they say I know you care Even if it isn’t real They just tell me how they feel Cause everything you said made sense I wish it did less I should’ve noticed, I should’ve said less Is it in my head, my intuition, or the old me stuck on the shelf?
But we’re young, and so afraid Of all of the rumors, all of this bracing But what are we landing on? And I just thought if we had more time maybe the walls would crumble But I just can’t seem to get close enough to you
Close enough to you Close enough to you Close enough to you I just can’t seem to get close enough to you
Many, many thanks to artist Mike Broderick of Milwaukee, Wisconsin for the stunning Revenant Ventures logo! We’ll be happy if we can make music half this good.
