Until We Lay Alone

by Zach Stock

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1. Hurricane
2. Branches
3. Walking Paradox
4. The Gambling Kind
5. Shoes
6. Black Gold
7. Wild Violet
8. Gone For Good
9. I Got A Lemon
10. Empty Cup

credits

released 28 October 2011
All songs written and recorded by Zach Stock. © 2011.
Mixed and mastered by Bill Moriarty, Philadelphia PA

Featuring...
Levi Landis: Lead Guitar - 4/5/10, Banjo - 2/3/6/9
David Cordes: Double Bass - 2/3/4/6
Jon Cannon: Double Bass - 9, Percussion - 4
Augie Fairchild: Cello - 1/5/8
Daniel Torday: Backup vocals - 4, Mandolin - 4
Alexandra Day: Grand Piano - 10
Corrie Spellman: Backup vocals - 5
The Baynton Family Handclap Auxiliary (Crow, Mista TJ, Stapes, Dody, Edelbeat, Teenwolf) - 1/3/9
Zach Stock - Vocals, Guitar (Additional shakers, suitcases, tambourine, typewriter, banjo, keys, toy keys, glockenspiel.)

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Track Name: Hurricane
Lay me down in your thunder
Lay me down in your rain
My oh my, did you really think I
only wanted your name, Hurricane?

I let go of my anchor and it's sturdy chain
I let too much liquid leak inside my brain
And I don't know when,
but I became the raging sea so blue
So can I come crash next to you, Hurricane?

And without a doubt, I'd be running out
There's nowhere I remain
Yes without a doubt, I'd be running out
There's nowhere I remain
But you got me
everywhere at once
Hurricane

Lay me down in your thunder
Lay me down in your rain
My oh my, did you really think I
only wanted your name, Hurricane?
Track Name: Branches
cover me with blankets if I shake
cover me with blankets if I shake
the cold runs deep, the ones I love all fall asleep
don't you make no mistake
I myself have never felt more awake

“cover with branches when I die,” she said
“cover with branches when I die
don't confine what is no longer yours or mine
inside that box as if I'm not already a part
of what is here, of what is now, alive”

over and over and over
I'm waking from waking up
over and over and over
when one time was enough
I'm still waking up

cover me with blankets if I shake
cover me with blankets if I shake
the cold runs deep, the ones I love all fall asleep
but don't make no mistake
I myself have never felt more awake
Track Name: Walking Paradox
under cameras like mistletoe,
murderers clean up nice (suits and ties)
and swear to us when missiles blow,
this time they will deliver (paradise)

but you could not match your pair of socks
and like every walking paradox they hung you up
on a tree like plastic lights
strung out between the green and red
knocking on the cars and in my head
some homeless holy poltergeist

my body hurts when I blink
it's even worse when I think
I wanna walk on out of here
but in this room full of hallways
the outside is always
here on the inside...

I saw the statesman drifting down,
the way the mammon trickles in his stupid dream
(he's kicking back!)
I saw the rebel swimming up,
lockstep with salmon in the sweeping stream
(she's kicking hard!)

but you did not fight or float along,
so tell me am i right or wrong to call you a perfect fool
cause you knew nothing of your strength,
and nothing of the way the river pulls

I saw you choke, I saw you drink
and like a stone I saw you sink
I saw you walk on the water
you're not making any sense
you don't go with or go against
the outside on the inside
Track Name: The Gambling Kind
you have enough trouble, but I have a rambling mind
you have enough trouble, but I am the gambling kind
and all my money is on this rambling song
so don't go honey, don't go if I'm long
cause all my money, all my money is gone!

oh nobody can do you like I can you
cause loving is like losing and losing's something I can do
they say beggars can't be choosing, and then they say I chose to beg
so I am still the round hole if I'm not the square peg
well if this road don’t take me home, I'll walk it just for having legs

Hold my drink steady, I think already she is up and gone
down my whiskey and eat the rocks,
there's more rounds in me than a goddamn clock,
I'm spinning - someone's winning
but it's not me - all my money she's gone

so long rambling, I'm rolling on off my wheels
so long rolling, I only know how to kneel
all my words already been done spoke
all my money, you know I only go for broke
so long woman, you can probably strike a better deal
but oh my darling, he won't feel the way I feel
Track Name: Shoes
my mother holds her father's hand
he's ringing long on heaven's bell
she climbs as deep as she can
deep as she can into his hell
foxholes far across the sea
abandoned wells in his brain
fill up now with blood, and mud, and memories
that distant eyes cannot explain

she cries as she tries on his shoes
she knows there are places you go alone

gonna lay down his burden down by the bedside
all the things that can't be said
but all the same, walk around inside
walk around inside their heads

she cries as she tries on his shoes
she knows there are places you go alone

my mother can I hold your hand?
I know I can't wear your shoes
but I will climb as deep as I can
deep as I can into
the place where you go alone
Track Name: Black Gold
wake up,
wake up and my name’s as far away
as the factories that wove these tangled sheets
my window offers no relief
the sun is black, the sky is on its knees

I’m barely awake, but the day’s grown cold
nothing has not been bought or sold
can’t wrap my mind around this dream,
my fingers feeling for the seams, but I can’t get out of it
I can’t get out, I can’t get out

outside, standing frail like a wild tree
machine gun cradled like a smaller child
missing teeth like a church marquee
the cliché went the same way as her smile.
she wears the stars and stripes on her sleeve
like bars of code on her wrist
scars born of the invisible hand, and its miserable fist.
face wrought with illegible jest, she climbs into an oil drum
blackness rising up to her chest
the beating heart of the world to come
she says to me “I’m barely alive, but I’ve grown old.
nothing glitters in this black gold
can’t wrap my mind around this dream,
my fingers feeling for the seams, but I can’t get out of it
I can’t get out, I can’t get out”

she says “I can’t get out, I can’t get out”
She curses god and strikes a match, watches time collapse
as somewhere moses strikes a boulder
god speaks in a rage of light
a burning flash, at once the night is over
night is over, wake up
wake up
Track Name: Wild Violet
If my home was a page, well I turned right to it
If my home was the whole damn book,
well I burned right through it
And if this was my own story, I never knew it
Only now, in death, does it hit me

So let me sleep, right here, in this bed that I make
In the house that must fall,
and the heart that must ache
All this time, if my home woulda been a snake,
It would have jumped up and bit me

Now my body goes missing like a shoe or a glove,
And I just could never lose these blues like love
Well let me be refused a home up above
So the grass on my grave won't forget me

Bloodroot, chicory, dandelion, ironweed,
wild violet, will you forget?
Bloodroot, chicory, dandelion, ironweed,
wild violet, will you forget?
Track Name: Gone For Good
Tell me after long reflection,
that every strong connection,
does not hang by some mystic thread.
Call it time or circumstance
we just have this simple dance
until we lay alone in our beds.

Are you gone for good?

Bleeding sky in motley gradation
I collapse in artless elation,
like colors in light unbending.
Loss will give love so much worth
Lasting beauty is only birthed
by the fear of it ending.

Are you gone for good?

Children mistake themselves for spies
In careful fists, the wind and I
trade our coy commotion.
Pockets full of mirthful mess
hopelessly try not to confess
but spill out our eyes like oceans,

And I am gone for good - I am gone for good

Every day in strange new blankets
Every day naked and small
I'm crawling out blind the first and last time
Do you mind doing anything
anything at all?
Track Name: I Got A Lemon
I really got a lemon this time
Oh I really got a lemon this time
I said I really got a lemon this time
I really got a lemon this time

She's got a smile like a lemon slice
but she simply is not nice
and I'm a little sour about the power
someone like that can hold - so bright, so bold
but I won't pucker,
cause I'm not nobody's little sucker

I'm walking to the bar, it's beer o'clock
the one place I get some honest talk
Warm my heart with an ugly grin
Fill it right up with love again
Warm my belly with the liquid sin
Fill it right up there to the brim
Warm my heart with an ugly grin
Fill it right up with love again...
But the TV's on way too loud
Some politician's throwing candy at the crowd
Oh look! Now he's coming down to shake some hands
Clickity-clickity-flash-flash!

He's a lemon tart - he's got that zest!
He will buy your heart right out of your chest
and I'm a little sour about the power
someone like that can hold - so bright, so bold
but I won't pucker - cause I'm not nobody's little sucker
mother fucker,

I'm sick of making lemonade
I'm sick of making lemonade
I said I'm sick of making lemonade
I'm sick of making lemonade
Give me a drink, I mean, I mean a real drink,
I mean a hard drink, a real hard drink
cause I'm sick of making lemonade
I'm sick of making lemonade
and I won't pucker - cause I'm not nobody's
little sucker
Track Name: Empty Cup
I don't know if I've been right
but I think it's safe to say I've been wrong
I don't know if the day will come
but the night sure as hell has been long

I've lost a lot, but I've still got
an empty cup, I hold it up
Nothing, nothing, nothing
of more worth

I don't know about blind optimists
open their eyes I guess, and get depressed
but I will take my chances
Cause I don't pray or click my heels,
I just look around and try to steal
god's sideways glances

I've lost a lot, but I've still got
an empty cup, I hold it up
Nothing, nothing, nothing
of more worth

Maybe faith always dies in the air
it's not a blind leap if you know
just where you want to land
Now the whole world is split by your line in the sand
but the truth won't fit on the side that you stand
It don't mean shit, anybody can be certain
Maybe god bows to your command,
borrows your words and moves with your hands,
but how do you hide from yourself behind that curtain?

I've lost a lot, but I've still got
an empty cup, I hold it up
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing…

And I don't beg because I do or I don't believe
And I don't beg because I will or I won't receive
Nothing, Nothing comes first
I don't beg because there's water
I beg because there is thirst