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1.
04:34
Your baby boy, he done grown so tall You lent him all your joy, he done spent it all Hear him cry for home in a dry creek bed Your baby boy, he grown so tall, got to hang his head O God of love, O song of home Who touched this body that I do not seem to own The sky is low and made of lead Your baby boy, he grown so tall, got to hang his head Where are you going? Where have you been? Heard you cry for home into an old tin can Well you ain't well-spoke, you just well-read My baby boy, you grown so tall, got to hang your head
2.
I know the game, I know the rules They made it famous in the Paris school Back when love was free Of course we came to it quite late Love loved its last way back in sixty-eight Now it's an industry Still we were both born to be free Both born the prisoners of philosophy Mine for you and yours for me And I make no claim upon your kiss We were both born free to feel like this All wrecked with jealousy I know the rules, we both agreed I know it's not supposed to bother me Where you may have stayed last night And I know the truth might set you free But all the truth has ever done for me Is kill my appetite Can't you lie, lie, lie, darling, lie to me Can't you lie, lie, lie, darling, lie to me Like it's only me Lie, lie, lie, darling, lie to me I didn't come here for your honesty Yes, we both came to it quite late No longer love, but loss that felt like fate And that great big closed account And I'd already had a wife Had payed the state to mate for life To this day I wonder if I made it out alive And that's the only wisdom I've acquired The sting that lingers from the fire The rings on fingers and the yokes on necks We each get burned and so it goes And anymore I do not care to know Which one's the second sex Can't you lie, lie, lie, darling, lie to me Can't you lie, lie, lie, darling, lie to me Make me believe Lie, lie, lie, darling, lie to me I didn't come here for your honesty For fear the truth might set you free
3.
She tossed her cigarette as the ignition turned She said, "There's one thing now that every clown must learn" We drove away and she said, as the warehouse burned "There is no heaven for i Pagliacci" She said, "American boy, that's how freedom feels Not the kind they give you, but the kind you steal And you will never be free until you see there really Is no heaven for i Pagliacci" I said I'd pray for her, she said, "Tell a joke for me Life is much too short to waste on dignity Let our laughter burn all of Italy There is no heaven for i Pagliacci" And so we lay together 'neath the Turkish smoke I said my heart might break, she said, "It long since broke We are not vandals, love, we simply get the joke It goes, 'But doctor, I am Pagliaccio'" Was that how grace would feel? Was that how angels pray? "Trick or treat, my sweetheart"? "Tanti auguri a te"? From happy April Fool to merry Judgment Day There is no heaven for i Pagliacci And so that's how I found my way My signorina and the kerosene and me Drove to the shipyard, singing, "Ta-ra-ra-boom, non ce Paradiso per i Pagliacci"
4.
It's a long week, but you're still short And that don't look too good on the report And your job feels like a blood sport A coliseum calling for your head Here's the straight dope from an old hand Working hard don't work, you need a new plan Your livelihood is messing with your life span So here's a method you should try instead You take a little off the top, a dollar from the till Cause if you don't do it then the next guy will We're all entered in a ledger of haves and have-nots Those who've been getting and those who've been got It's a small thing, a detail To redirect the proceeds of your next sale Play it cool, kid, and you can't fail While the other guys are swimming in the red You take a little off the top, a dollar from till Cause if you don't do it then the next guy will We're all entered in a ledger of haves and have-nots Those who've been getting and those who've been got They say there's no honor among thieves and sharps But I've heard my share of lies sung with angel harps You take a little off the top, a dollar from till Cause if you don't do it then the next guy will We're all entered in a ledger of haves and have-nots Those who've been getting and those who've been got
5.
03:45
Cry for me, lady, be my mourning dove In a word this filled with sorrow you can never cry enough Just for me, there's no one listening up above They don't sing this song in heaven, honey, it ain't that kind of love Pray for me, that His name may comfort you You just might be forgiven for this sinful thing we do Pray for me, the way I pray for you With that name divine, just nevermind which gods I'm praying to See that angel, darling, dressed in black Where nature waits to take her treasures back And lady, don't it just break your heart to know That what you get is what you see So honey, cry for me Cry for me, and maybe this old world might be redeemed The one thing that we all fear most is the one thing guaranteed Can't you see, there ain't no prize for your good deeds And these sins are all just exercise if you won't cry for me Here comes that devil, darling, dressed in white Tonight's the night two sinners see the light And lady, don't it just break your heart to know That what you get is what you see So honey, cry for me
6.
You won't believe me, but here goes You know that sort of scamp who strikes the poet's pose? Dear reader, I was one of those Of that disheveled set of self-style Romeos I was quite charming in my day No, not a skill, a liability, I'd say Christ, they were everywhere, my poor heart used to break To think I'd never love them all, still I tried anyway Hallelujah, the world will wear you down Until it pours right through you, filled from foot to crown From grace to ground Now here's a terrifying thought What if each one of us deserved everything he got? The idea disgusts you, but guess what? This world remembers everything that we conveniently forgot And think, more terrifying yet Each of us will deserve exactly what he gets A fact we're hard-pressed to accept That rather brutal way things work out for the best One night a knocking at my door A girl I knew, but with a gun I hadn't seen before Well, all is fair and love is war Suffice to say, I lived, but ne'er would walk no more And friends, I know how strange this sounds But after years of wheeling this old body round There is a certain simple peace that I have found The equanimity of having settled one's accounts Hallelujah, the world will wear you down Until it pours right through you, filled from foot to crown Hallelujah, the world will wear you down Until it pours right through you, filled from foot to crown From grace to ground
7.
Sappho, Casanova and the Marquis de Sade Drove up the hill to call a conference with God They said, "Lord, what is this plague laying waste to the state? It came a little after lust and just before hate" God said, "A kiss is just a mouth before it's learned how to bite And a caress is just a fist before it's learned how to fight And love is just loss before it's learned it's too late It comes a littler after lust and just before hate" O, we stuttered our rhymes, we cut our crimes in the skin We taught the flesh to drink all the ink we wrote them in We confessed ourselves in swellings where the needle agitates Where we pierced past lust and came just short of hate And remorse is just a decadence, it won't get you acquitted And your guilt don't make you good, girl It just makes you uncommitted See, we cut our crimes in history, we hand-picked our fate Sometime a little after lust and just before hate Now the skin turns to parchment as the years slip behind And a man forgets the flesh and turns to crimes of the mind So he goes back down to stack his guns by the gate That sits a little past lust and just before hate
8.
Bless my soul, ain't you a real child bride The kind of woman likes a little somethin wicked on the side Here I'm passin through, there's you, here's me Now that's quite a coincidence, wouldn't you agree? See the bartender sendin us the two-o'clock stare Like his distinguished clientele can go to hell for all he cares So what you say about a little change of scenery? You won't never love another devil like me Your small-town boys, I bet they think they got magic Pullin one quick trick with their little white rabbit It's tragic, how slow you got to grow up, when You know you're gonna have to go and grow up over again See, I'm a travelin man, hustlin Houston to Phoenix And I been down the road enough to know a couple dirty tricks Honey, you oughta see how sinful sin can be You won't never love another devil like me Now, pardon my french, but honey, this is your life A trailer in New Mexico, a bag-boy's wife And I wouldn't know, but it sounds like a shame To have to live with everybody knows your business and your name Where I come from, things you do in the dark stay dark Now buckle up, this here's a real mean car And if I was you I know what I woulda thunk: The hell's a man who sells insurance need with such a big trunk? It's a beautiful night, there must be millions of stars The desert goes forever out the window of my car I ain't gonna lie, I been with ladies before But funny, you're the first to mention ain't no handle on the door Now there's two ways this can go, and neither one of 'em nice But little darlin, if you like I'll give you piece of my advice: Ain't no copping no plea, ain't no let's-make-a-deal Your lover and your Maker wanna see if you're for real Ain't no facin your fears, time for makin your peace How many men ever get to hear a woman say please? Just Jesus and me, and the desert makes three You won't never love another devil like me
9.
I used to have someone who kept me at home Sometimes the anchor and sometimes the storm Strong chain'll break if you pull hard enough It ain't the waves, but the drifting that's tough I used to have reasons to get out of bed A ladder to climb and team to be led Bullet point dreams projected on screens One day I could no longer hear what was said They tell you that work is a blessing But I know Monday morning's a curse And a new day just feels like a new way for things to get worse If I've learned one lesson, it's never to face Anything that you can postpone But you're Sunday night gorgeous and I'm praying that you're alone I used to have demons I bothered to fight I wish that I may and I wish that I might Sometimes the hard part's pretending to care A hand once extended is no longer there They tell you that work is a blessing But I know Monday morning's a curse And a new day just feels like a new way for things to get worse If I've learned one lesson, it's never to face Anything that you can postpone But you're Sunday night gorgeous and I'm praying that you're alone
10.
Schools are named for teachers, streets are named for trees Girls are named for songs that boys sing on their knees I named you for some letters scratched in trees I named you for a song that begs for tender mercies I named you for the water on my kissing little tongue I named you for the wind in my crying little lungs I named you for the life's work of honeybees I named you for a song that begs for tender mercies I named you for the number on a little piece of paper I named you for a wish, I named you for the words I would whisper Half-weeping, when I could not sleep: "Help me keep her, help me keep her" Schools are named for teachers, streets are named for trees Girls are named for songs that cry, "Baby please" I named you for a warm wash of memories I named you for a song that begs, and begs, and begs...
11.
Still your nerves, close your eyes Raise your hands up to the skies No reason now to worry Your fears were long-since realized Sergeant Moses comes to preach The law, sees this atheist reaching Up toward the Lord, he laughs Says, "I've heard you'd like to teach "The world to sing in perfect harmony" You say, "Why yes, how charming All the cops and commies Making love in just their body armor "Yes, to teach the world to sing And let the dirge of freedom ring No more shame or fear, my dear Mommy fixed everything "And once the world has perfect pitch I'd like to dig that world a ditch And carve upon its headstone: 'The flesh is dead which does not itch' "I'd like to buy that world a Coke Filled with gasoline and a soaking Scrap of cloth, I'd like to teach this anthem: 'I started a joke' "The one that starts the whole world crying When grief saves the world from dying There's no worth in peace on earth Save for the love of fighting" Old Red Emma, only you remember Eighteen-eighty-seven, the eleventh of November Their costumes spotless, the play so plotless The way their silence taught this World to sing in perfect harmony
12.
The devil sat on my shoulder, a little sparrow bird A bird who never sang - Slowly, lowly, he whispered He said, "Dear boy, dear loving boy, dear lover, have you heard? You're losing her "She's standing by the window, she's a daydream in her eye She's staring down the street to where the sidewalk meets the sky She wants to say she's sorry, she wants to say goodbye You're losing her "You're losing her in pieces, you're losing her so slow She seeps away like water, you do not see her go You're losing her so gently you'd never even know You're losing her" My sparrow stopped his speaking, he spread his bat-like wings I said, "Devil, please don't leave me, I'll give you everything That I have left... My darling devil, I cannot go on living Knowing I'm losing her "Show me to the contract, show me where to sign" I said, "Devil, please don't leave me", but already he was flying away He said, "Dear loving boy, your soul's already mine And still you're losing her"
13.
05:57
I said to the night, "O mother above Must it be in hatred we suffer our love? O mother above, O darkness within I swore I would never come back here again "Where every goodbye feels like the end And the deepest devotion is a jealous revenge This endless unrest, this heart full of hell O mother I'm lost" And she said, "You asked, and I've answered you well" She said, "Tired of your name and sick of your breath You wished for a woman who'd fuck you to death You ached for a love so raw and so deep It would burn you like anger and drown you like sleep "Such was your prayer and such was your heart The faith of a lover in love with the dark And such is your fate and such is your fall But the wisdom of heartache Knows even the grieving is already over" "It's already over, it's already over Even the grieving is already done "Mother, she's killing me slow, she's killing me long But not very softly, and not with her song Like seeds upon stones, like stones against seeds Each forcing the field to yield up our needs "And we're thrown through these years, we're tossed 'cross this age Like long lines of fine print upon a blank page And your night is so vast and our tears are so vain But there are no proportions in love or in pain "And they both run so deep, O as deep as a knife Until every moment becomes a whole life And each life a world, and each world a truth And each truth eternal, and each pang its proof "And mother, I'm lost..." And she said, "It's true And all things eternal are lost just like you Each truth is a lie, each world is so small And each moment so fleeting That even the grieving is already over "It's already over, it's already over Even the grieving is already over It's already over, it's already over Even the grieving is already done."

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Love songs for enemies.

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released November 11, 2018

Daryl Scherrer VS. vocals, guitars, keys
Marc Oxborrow VS. vocals, bass
Mark Allred VS. electric guitar
Douglas Berry VS. drums, percussion

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Megyn Neff VS. violin


Engineered by Daryl Scherrer at Ex Nihilo Audio
Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering

Cover design by Marc Oxborrow

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Up-tempo down-hearted poetic-philosophic country-fried hostility for sentimental haters.


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